#i can't handle this dumbass shit anymore

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

god that's fucking annoying. not saying what. just know that i am annoyed

[shutit-haha]

"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

I'm absolutely terrified, it's not even funny. I can't even click it. But I have to... for the LOREEEEEEEEE... okay, let's-a go....

(The following is my live reaction:)

ay the TADC plug, of course

"Born to shit, Forced to wipe" - not smg3

wise words Three

also, the Ferris Wheel and rollercoaster thing is still there in the background (Ferris Wheel wedding, my beloved...)

I knew someone was going to bring up Meggy and her disappearance

LEGGY! MEGGY, WE'LL RESCUE YOU I PROMISE!!!

THANK YOU THREE for asking the right questions here

oh... not what I expected. at least the crew knows this is obviously Mr Puzzles

NAME DROP

OK, a LOT to digest here:

These are all the possible minigames that we might see in WOTFI. Well, at least all the attractions we could see...

a Mr Puzzles Chonk plush (in the bottom right)

a Tunnel of Love attraction... hmmmm.......

Huh, I didn't know this was by the coast of the Mushroom Kingdom. Or it could be an island/peninsula.

The what now, Leggy?

YEP I knew that once they found out, they would want to leave

...and of course, Mario wants to stay

Yeah, Luigi said it himself

but also, look at the Mr Puzzles cardboard cutout in the back, he's wearing Meggy's cowboy hat from Western Spaghetti

Alright, but before we go in, we gotta have a buddy system, guys

All these critiques are going to make Mr Puzzles lose himself even more than he already is

I think I saw someone posted about submitting a water gun game so congrats for getting in!

Leggy Plush!!

also spider-man plush... symbiote... venom... GOOP!4????

...Once Upon A Perfect SMG4?

[*points at Four and Mario*] The sillies

ok, but like, why is Three smiling like that while everyone else looks so disappointed?

They did the buddy system!

Bob: "Those dumbasses will see ANYTHING and get excited."

I feel seen and I don't like it.

I don't like this either. I already know this is a trap but like noooooo

Three just standing there like a dad watching over his kid

Someone else also submitted a mini-game involving a ducky fishing game

GOD DAYUM.... why did you have to pose like that, Three? You're not beating the allegations, huh.

Aw, Three really wanted to enjoy a carnival if Mr Puzzles wasn't involved (writers, write that down + carnival dates)

OK NOPE WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW

🫵 🏳️‍🌈⁉️

oh c'mon now, it's just plainly obvious. Not that it should be surprising, everyone's part of the skittle squad (tm)

STRONG WOMEN we love to see it

...that can't be a real thing... can it?

same Luigi same

YES PLEASE CAN WE?

sorry dude, they really locked in

also what the hell is that building in the back?

Luigi (or rather the SMG4 fandom): "See? I can handle this! I'm not afraid anymore! Do you hear me? I'm not afraid-" [*horror jumpscare*] [*scream*]

NOT EVEN MELONY'S GOD POWERS COULD HELP US, WE'RE FUCKED

NOOOOOO NOT KAREN AND SAIKO

THREE WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW

NOOOOOOOO THREEEEE I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO BE THE LAST ONE TO MAKE IT OUT

[*sobbing*] he sent one last text to warn them :( he really does care

AND HE SENT IT TO FOUR [*head in hands*]

the contact names they have for each other.... (I'm not well)

WE GOTTA GO [*runs*] GET OUT GET OUT

Leggy... why did your face change like that?

WHAT WAS THAT CRYPTIC CAPTION?!

Mario, please don't sacrifice yourself... oh, thank god! They really are having me panicking for the smallest things

wait... OMG THEY SAW MY SUBMISSION! THEY SAW IT!

the mini-game challenge that I submitted:

Pop & Whirl: Everyone gets a bag of popcorn. The winner must keep all of their popped kernels in their bag, without dropping a single one... while being chased around the carnival by a collapsed Ferris Wheel (Professor Layton style)!

I DON'T CARE IF IT DOESN'T HAPPEN AGAIN IN WOTFI, I'LL TAKE IT. But if it does happen, I'll draw lawyer Meggy with a redesigned Ace Attorney-esque outfit (somehow)

please don't tell me the green pipe is also a trap...

...the exit door from TADC?

oh god, why does this remind me of the dark web?

and the eyes on the mushrooms... [*IGBP flashbacks*]

heh heh, funny mirrors... AH SHIT PUZZLES, DON'T JUMPSCARE ME LIKE THAT

actually, now that I think of it, Mr Puzzles hasn't revealed himself this whole time...

THE DIDNEY ENGINE ROOM?!

...holy shit

so was I right about us getting to see Mr Puzzles' "truest form" and the whole "Eye of Ra" thing?

are those his arms? and the circle things, it could be part of his cyborg texture but they also look like eyes.

the fog part is really interesting because they could've gone with any "spooky" color but they chose this. It's the creative vision, the one Didney had in this room.

This really reminds me of the goo from IGBP and Wren's wire simulation in Western Spaghetti, but also from this angle, a bit of Zero's "no legs" body design.

"His obsession becoming his identity" - Puzzles connected himself to the single star Didney had. You got it right, past Ink.

HUH?! YOU CAN'T END IT THERE

AND THEY GRAY-ED OUT OUTRO, NO MUSIC! IT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, GUYS

also congrats to Nikej1708241 for making it to the credits 🎉

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

That was a pretty solid episode ngl. Probably not as "plot twist-y"

(i know that's not a word) as the previous episode but my spaghetti gods, it delivered! Not Marty again, we may have to rethink this one.

Ok, I've made a list of all the attractions and mini-games there are in the carnival grounds in Puzzle Park:

Ferris Wheel

"Tender Tunnel" (Tunnel of Love attraction)

Merry-Go-Round carousel

Basketball arcade game

Hammer game

Bumper Cars

"House of Crazy" funhouse (also that fits Mr Puzzles somehow)

A spooky cart ride

Water gun game

Rocket ride

Arcade (just flat-out an arcade)

Clown Ball Game

(There's apparently a cafe???)

Ducky Pond fishing game

Pizza shop (....marty?)

It's probably not all of them, we would just have to wait and see, but if you submitted a mini-game that involves any of these, congrats, you likely got in!!!

I still very much enjoyed this episode and some of what I theorized could possibly come true. And some didn't, which is totally okay with me. I'll cherish the Ferris Wheel chase scene regardless :)

We still have to wait for a trailer or a special video in regards to WOTFI, which I will have to analyze and see what's to be expected. From the looks of it in this episode, it seems like it's up to SMG4 and Mario to rescue their friends one by one by completing the mini-games. The more people they rescue, the more help they can get to complete the games. And that includes saving Meggy at the end.

Now, personally, I don't want Mr Puzzles to die. Not yet. There is still a lot of potential that could go for him. A similar redemption arc just as Three went through. Puzzlevision 2. Goop!4. Marty. Anything could happen. Then again, he could die.

Now you might think he might not die because he has a plushie, but there's literally merch of Axol and Desti and they're dead. Puzzles isn't safe from this possibility.

Put in your final bets, my dear fellows, because nothing will ever be the same again...

[cherryrainn]

I'LL NEVER LEAVE .

; pairing ; adam x reader

; note ; request i got on wattpad!

; warnings ; manipulation, emotional abuse, gaslighting, deceit, loss of loved ones

adam wouldn't stop asking you to go on a date with him.

he had been asking you incessantly, his golden eyes pleading with you to give him a chance, but something deep within you hesitated.

you knew adam's reputation – his arrogance, his ego. and while there was a part of you that was intrigued by him, another part of you just didn't wanna deal with all of that.

"come on, babe, just one date. that's it!" adam pleaded, his voice carrying a hint of desperation.

you sighed, trying to keep your composure as you declined once again. "i'm not interested."

his golden eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and frustration crossing his face. "not interested? but i'm the first fuckin' man, the perfect one! you won't find anyone better!"

you shook your head, dismissing his claims. "it's not about that, adam. i just need some space."

but adam, fueled by his arrogance, persisted. "space? space? you're in heaven bitch!; you're like surrounded by it! just give me a chance."

every time he asked, you found yourself declining, citing one excuse after another. you couldn't bring yourself to say yes, couldn't bring yourself to take that leap of faith.

defeated by your consistent refusals, adam's expression shifted from desperation to anger. "fine, whatever, whore. if you don't want the perfect date with the perfect dick, your loss," he spat, his words dripping with arrogance.

then he walked off, saying a bunch of stuff like "i don't even fuckin' care" even though he clearly did.

after that, days passed, and the people you loved were starting to vanish. it started small, a friend here, a friend there.

at first you just shrugged it off, thinking they were busy or something.

but soon, it became a mass disappearance. everyone you loved was gone. and strangely, adam was nowhere to be found.

alone and desperate, you wandered the empty halls of heaven, the once celestial glow now replaced by an unsettling void. everyone was still there yes, well. mostly everyone. the people you loved and cherished were still gone. and that made it feel empty.

desperation gnawed at your spirit, driving you to seek solace in the one place you never thought you'd turn to – adam.

he had disappeared along with the others, his absence leaving a void that echoed with unanswered questions. but in your desperation, you sought him out, clinging to the faint hope that he held the answers you so desperately sought.

you found yourself standing outside a familiar door – adam's. hesitant, you knocked, the sound echoing in the empty corridor.

the door creaked open, revealing adam's masked face. there was a calculated innocence in his eyes as he feigned surprise. "well, if it isn't my favorite bi-.. angel! what brings you here?"

your desperation spilled out in a torrent of words. "everyone's gone, adam. i can't take it anymore. i need someone, and you're the only one left."

adam's mask of indifference faltered for a moment, replaced by a calculating gaze. "well... shit! come in," he replied with a mocking smirk, inviting you into his space.

you poured out your frustrations, ranting about the loneliness that had consumed you. "i thought i could handle it, but it's too much. i need someone, adam. i need you. you're the only one that i'm actually acquainted with that's still here." you cried, tears practically waterfalling.

his golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he let you vent, the mastermind behind the disappearance of everyone you held dear.

with a gentle sigh, adam allowed you to hug him, relishing in the success of his twisted plan. he held you close, his presence a balm to your wounded soul. "you'll never be alone again, y/n," he whispered, his words a promise wrapped in deceit. "i'll never leave you like those dumbasses did. i'll always be here for you."

and as you buried your face in his chest, you couldn't help but believe him, the echoes of his manipulative words drowning out the whispers of doubt that lingered in the recesses of your mind.

in that moment, you were his – bound to him by the chains of manipulation. and as adam held you in his arms, you knew that you were lost, a pawn in his twisted game of love and betrayal. but, you couldn't bring yourself to care

he would never admit to his sins. he would never confess to the darkness that lurked within his soul, for in your eyes, he was the perfect angel, the first man, and he would never hurt you like everyone else did.

[be-missed]

Bad for Business

Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

(picture not mine)

Summary: After receiving a text message from her manager, what would Jenna do? Will she and Y/N can still fix their friendship?

Warning/s: curse words.

A/N: Part 3, thanks for waiting, noticed you liked this one. Emma Myers is the Emma. Also, give me a name for Y/N's best friend, please.

Masterlist

Cool About It (Part 1) | Nothing To Lose (Part 2)

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Jenna is currently sitting on the sofa on her manager's office.

"What is your problem Jenna? You have invited a big crowd and thank heavens we don't need to delete much picture from the both of you because they were so surprised from what you did. We only have a few twitter and tiktok accounts that still post what happened." Jenna's manager told her as he seats in front of the girl.

"I'm sorry..."

The only words that came out from Jenna's mouth ever since she was brought by her manager from Y/N's unit to the office, because inside her head, she goes back to the moment where Y/N admitted her feelings. She could've react differently instead of being silent, she could've agreed to Y/N and talk to her, or maybe she can kiss Y/N to prove that she also wants to kiss the girl, or maybe just maybe, she doesn't pull the shit from the park and just watched a movie.

There are so many 'what if's' and 'could've been' that's running inside Jenna's mind not until the voice of her manager removed her from her thoughts.

"Do you understand? We just need you to follow what we said and we will be alright" Jenna's manager said and looked at her intently, looking like he will never take a no for an answer.

Jenna then just nodded her head and quietly said "yes."

Jenna's team was now fixing the table and the papers that were scattered on the table not until Jenna broke the chaos "Please don't contact Y/N anymore. I don't need you in her business." She said and looked intently to her team, and directed it to her manager.

A long pause was given, half-heartedly, her manager nodded. That made Jenna feal at ease somehow, because she doesn't want Y/N to get stress about this issue, it is all her fault anyway.

Even though Jenna doesn't quite remember what are the rules that her manager and her team gave her, she just go with it, because it's normally lesser public appearance, lesser use of her social media, and sadly, lesser meet-ups with Y/N. She thinks she can handle it, because in a few week, she'll be back to filming Wednesday S2 and just will be facetiming Y/N. If Y/N will answer, she thinks.

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Jenna was now in her bedroom, tired after the long night that she had. Fumbling with her phone, thinking if she should text Y/N and ask her about what happened, Jenna was pulled out from her thoughts by a facetime call, it is Emma.

"I WAS RIGHT" Emma said, "I WAS RIGHT YOU LIED TO ME, HOW COULD YOU?"

Jenna was stunned because what the fuck is Emma talking about, she have no idea, "What are you talking about?" Jenna asked with full curiosity.

"You and your long time friend who owns the coffee shop inside the studio is dating!" Emma exclaimed like stating the truth, Jenna then replied "No, no, what do you mean?"

"Like bestie, your proposal in the lake is all over the internet right now, I should congratulate you, or not I guess" Emma stated as she started to send screenshots to Jenna from twitter to tiktok. Jenna then shakes her head "No, this can't be, my team deleted all the pictures and articles about this." Jenna was slightly panicking because she thought that her team have deleted any pictures and articles from the proposal.

"I'll call you later I promise, bye" Jenna ended the call without giving Emma a chance to reply and reactivated her twitter account just to see what Emma is talking about, and the other girl was right, the both of you are trending.

In her search list, the words that was associated to the both of you are I knew it, dumbass, and Her loss.

She saw tweets like stating that they knew it from the start that Jenna and Y/N was in a relationship, another tweet said that Y/N was dumb to reject Jenna, and some were begging Jenna that if she proposed to them they will say 'yes'. But Jenna thought, they are not Y/N, they are not the person that she likes.

After opening Twitter, she went straight to tiktok and search her name, which is probably not the right thing to do but she wants to see what people say to you, the last thing that she wants is for the general public to hate you and blame you.

And with that, almost all of the videos of Jenna and Y/N are edited with the song Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift. Captions in the videos are quoting the lyrics from "You won't remember all her Champagne Problems" to "I can patch up the tapestry that she shred." She also saw some comments in the video saying "she's fucked in the head" pertaining to Y/N.

That broke her, why are you getting all the hate if it is all her fault? You don't deserve this madness that she brought to your life because all you did was to bring her sunshine and be the silver lining to every dark cloud that she had. You were right, she thought.

Jenna then calls her manager and he answered fast "I thought you all deleted the pictures and the news? What happened now?" Jenna said full in rage, angry for what the public is labeling you as, "I thought you agreed?" Her manager replied "We would not delete the pictures and the news, but we would let it grow, we can handle it anyways, we just need to get Y/N out of the picture and make sure that she will not be part of any narrative. That woman is bad for business Jenna, we're telling you."

That stunned Jenna, all the time that they were talking inside the office she was so occupied with thoughts of you that she fucking agreed with this shit where you are scrutinized. Jenna then starts to cry and ended the call. What she did next will probably make her manager more angry with her.

She went out of her bedroom, grab her coat, grab her keys, ride her car, and drove to your apartment.

---

Currently in your apartment, you are with you best friend trying to read all the shit that was thrown into you in the internet. You told her the whole story and she thought that was a shit move for Jenna, because not only her manager hated you, but now, almost all of the people in the world hated you.

"I told you Y/N it was a bad idea to go that day didn't I?" your best friend told you proving a point but you can't even focus on her voice because you were so drowned out with your own thoughts that was coming in like a flood.

Your best friend kept on talking and talking until they noticed that you were just spacing out and sat next to you and pulled you in a hug which you gladly melt in to, "I'm sorry this is happening, I didn't mean to blame you, but your friend is fucking shit."

A knock to your door was heard which your best friend gladly attend to. Opening the door they were so stunned for seeing who is in the other side, Jenna.

"What do you need?" your best friend tells Jenna, which she answered "I need to talk to Y/N please." Your best friend just looked at Jenna not until your voice was heard from the inside telling that Jenna should come in.

"You have the guts to show up here, make this right." Your best friend threatens Jenna and left the apartment leaving you and Jenna alone.

"I'm sorry" Jenna started, looking at your back. You tap the empty space beside you and that is where Jenna is walking to, seating beside you.

"I wanna blame you for everything Jenna." Y/N blurted out, not facing Jenna, "I wanna blame you for everything that is happening right now." Y/N lets out a heavy sigh.

Jenna answered "I know, I know, and I'm sorry, I should be the one who gets to be blamed, I don't know what to say, I'm really just sorry and I wanted to tell that you were right." Jenna is now trying to stop the tears from falling while she looks at you, "Y/N please, look at me, just tell me what to do for you to forgive me, I'll do it, please" Jenna begs.

Y/N looked at Jenna with so much pain in her eyes, "be gone."

Seconds have passed, Jenna was too stunned to even speak, still processing what you said.

"No, Y/N please no, this can't be" Jenna said, "This was what your manager wanted in the first place, he wanted me out of the picture ever since you blow up. I don't fucking blame him for that because who am I, right? But this is not the way I imagined it" Y/N looked so defeated in Jenna's eyes. Y/N was willing to give up their friendship, even if it's not what she wants.

"No, that's not gonna happen Y/N, you are my best friend and I can't just leave you hanging, getting all the scrutiny from the media, from the public. This is entirely my fault, please, don't ask me to leave." Jenna plead, because that was the last thing that Jenna wats to do, to leave you.

"Jenna we can't be friends okay, don't you understand? You leaving me would benefit the both of us; it will benefit you since there will be one less problem to your management and it will benefit me because it can possibly help me to move on from you." Y/N said with a sad smile.

"Move on? The hell are you saying? There will be no moving on for you because..." Jenna said, making Y/N confused "because I like you too. I like you too, just like how you like me Y/N."

Y/N laughed "Stop with the pity Jenna, I know you are sorry but you don't need to tell me that you like me to give me a proper closure."

"No, but I'm not lying Y/N, I swear to God, I like you too and I'm just too scared to admit it to myself because I got so scared for what will happen to me, to us, to our friendship." Jenna said, trying to convince Y/N, but Y/N won't budge and just shakes her head.

"Jenna it's okay, you don't need to lie, I understand" Y/N said standing up from the sofa.

"But you don't understand Y/N, I like you, for real, without a doubt. Even before this shit happened, even before that dinner in our house, that night stroll in K-town, the first picture of us from the public, even before my manager knew you; I liked you since then" Jenna said standing up and getting a hold of your hand.

Y/N started to shake her head and retracted her hands from Jenna's hold "This can't be Jenna" Jenna then answered "How can you not believe that I like you Y/N."

"Because I'm just me Jenna, I'm just me and you're you. I mean, you can find someone who's better than me and who will be good for your name, but I'm just me Jenna" Y/N explained.

"But that's it Y/N, I like you because you are you, and I wouldn't want to like anyone because they are not you," Jenna said and continued "Please just tell me what can I do, please."

Y/N sat on the far side of the sofa, her mind twirling with the words that came out from Jenna's mouth. She's very glad that Jenna likes her back, but the damage was done, the media hates her, Jenna's manager hates her, and the public hates her. But most importantly, Jenna hurt her.

"I honestly don't know Jenna" Y/N confessed "You hurt me, and I don't know what to do. The public also despise me, and your manager hates me."

Jenna then kneels beside Y/N and said "I know, I know. I'm gonna tell you how sorry I am and I will apologize until you forgive me but I also know that it isn't enough for you to forgive me. The damage is big and let me just think of a way to handle it. As for my manager, let me just think again." and chuckled looking at you.

Y/N knows to herself that a simple apology from Jenna will make all the pain go away, but this is different, Jenna really hurts Y/N's feelings.

Y/N gave a sad smile to Jenna which Jenna gave back, she rested her head at Y/N's thigh and dropped a light kiss on her knees. Y/N tried to relax in the seat and puts her hand on Jenna's hair and caress it that makes the other girl relax too.

Minutes of silence have passed until Jenna bounced between Y/N's thighs and opened her camera.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked Jenna and the other girl answered "I'm gonna do something. You just need to stay still, okay?"

Jenna puts her phone down, directed to your indoor slippers since the both of you decided to buy a matching indoor slippers because "it's cute", and captures it.

It surprised Y/N "Okay, what the fuck was that for?" Jenna then answered Y/N "Since my management is not dropping any statement and I didn't sign any contract to get you out of my life, I will be the one to make an announcement."

Y/N questionably looked at Jenna, not sure on what Jenna will do with the picture, not until Y/N saw Jenna opened her Instagram account.

"Jenna, NO." Y/N said while trying to get Jenna's phone, but Jenna knows that Y/N will gonna do so Jenna pushed Y/N away from her and starts to type.

Y/N then surrender, both of her hands up in the air and said "Okay, I'm not gonna get your phone, but please just tell me what you're doing."

Jenna then situated her phone between the both of them and made Y/N read what she typed.

With a surprised look Y/N said "Are you fucking insane? Are you sure? What the hell are you thinking?"

"Please trust me on this." Jenna said with a smile and Y/N just nodded and answered "This doesn't mean I forgive you" and Jenna bring her phone down and looked at Y/N directly and said "I know, I will do my best to earn your forgiveness and trust me back, I just hope you still love me then."

And that made you smile, because you know in your heart, you will always love Jenna, "I will promise to love you" Y/N answered with a small smile.

---

In his office, Jenna's manager was reading what Jenna posted and it is a picture of Jenna and someone's feet, but boy does he know who it belongs

After seeing the post, Jenna's manager can feel the nerve on his right lobe pulsated with what he saw. Because what the fuck is this?

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A/N: Thanks for waiting, I hope this satiated you all. Just play nice with the ig post please. I feel like I'm gonna have a headache, lol. I also don't know if I tagged the right people, I'm sorry.

People who wants to be tagged (I hope I get to tag you all):

@lilbitdepressed27 @jusnough @stalinf @mirage018 @geed-3 @atlafanforlife @adam-malkov @belatrixdragon @ijustlovemaths @canvascoloredin

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Summary: Eddie takes care of Steve’s bat bites instead of the other way around. Eddie left unscathed after they defeated Vecna, and Steve could no longer ignore the pain from his wounds. Eddie takes care of him.

Eddie closed his eyes tightly as he lay on the ground, waiting for the bats to bite into his flesh. It never came. He opened his eyes to find Dustin leaning over him and scowling.

"The bats are all dead, dumbass," Dustin said. "And I think my ankle is sprained."

"Shit! Why the hell did you follow me?!" Eddie yelled as he jumped up.

"Because I love you, and I wanted to stop you from doing something stupid!" Dustin yelled.

"By also doing something stupid?!" Eddie asked.

"Well, I may be smart, but I'm also stupid!" Dustin said.

"So, we both agree. . .we're both dumbasses!" Eddie screamed.

"With really big hearts," Dustin said softly.

Eddie rolled his eyes and helped back through the other side of the gate. Eddie set him on the couch and helped wrap his ankle.

"I love you too, man," Eddie said. "You're like the child and pet I never wanted."

"Thanks," Dustin said sarcastically.

When the others got back through the gate, they all watched as it closed behind them, and then Steve turned to them. He put his hands on his hips.

"I thought I told you not to be a hero, Dustin," Steve said.

"It wasn't me. It was Eddie who bought you more time!" Dustin said.

"He wasn't supposed to follow me!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Seriously, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"What?! You can't spank me! You're not my real mom!" Eddie yelled.

"Let's just go get the others and get the fuck out of here," Steve said, sighing and pinching his nose.

"We can't go to Nancy's house. The cops will be waiting for us there," Dustin said.

"Steve’s house it is, then," Robin said.

When they picked up Max and Lucas, they were alarmed to find Lucas's face bruised to hell.

"Jason," he explained as Steve drove away from the Creel House.

"Fuck! Sorry, Lucas," Eddie said.

"It's not your fault. I'm sorry that I ever followed that psycho in the first place," Lucas said.

"And I'm sorry that I wasn't more supportive of you playing basketball," Eddie said.

"And I'm sorry that I have to sit here and listen to this dumbass conversation," Erica said.

They gathered in Steve's living room, where Robin began telling them how she got frustrated when they were killing Vecna. She told them in great detail about how she grabbed the axe from Steve’s bag and split Vecna down the middle. While she was talking, Eddie noticed Steve slip away. He made sure that everyone was watching her before following Steve. He wasn't sure why he did it, but he felt like he needed to. He found Steve leaning over the sink in one of the upstairs bathroom.

"You okay, man?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I'm fine," Steve said.

"Well, you said okay and fine right next to each other. You're leaning heavily against the counter there," Eddie said.

"It's nothing that I can't handle," Steve said, wincing.

"Except from what I saw of this group, you guys tend to do things together," Eddie said and then paused, tilting his head. "Oh, it's because you're so used to doing things by yourself. You sit in this big empty house, all alone. How many times have your parents left you all alone here? Left you to do things on your own?"

"Man, for someone who's misread me completely earlier, you knocked it out of the ballpark with that one," Steve replied, sniffling.

"What do you mean?" Eddie asked.

"You misread the situation with Nancy all wrong," Steve said. "She cares about me, but she doesn't. . .not anymore."

"Shit, man, I'm sorry," Eddie winced.

Steve sighed. He took off his jacket and then struggled to take off his shirt. Eddie came by and helped him take off his shirt. Eddie winced at the road rash on Steve’s back and arm.

"You also completely misread me too," Steve said. "I mean, I knew as soon as I told her that it wasn't Nancy I wanted."

"Has anyone seen these?" Eddie asked. "You got a first aid kit or something?"

"Down there," Steve said, pointing to the bottom left cabinet.

Eddie pulled out a big first aid box and whistled at the sight of it. He washed his hands, grabbed a wet rag, and began to clean the wounds. He looked for any signs of infection and pulled out little bits of Upside Down debris as he dragged the rag as gently as he could across his skin. Steve still shuddered and winced, though. He grabbed the antibiotic ointment and began to slather it across Steve’s wounds.

"So, this other girl that you're interested in," Eddie said. "Is it Robin?"

"Ew, no," Steve said.

"Should I be insulted on her behalf?" Eddie chuckled.

"It's not a girl that I'm interested in," Steve said.

"Oh. . .Oh! Well, that's cool, man. I don't judge," Eddie said. "It would be weird if I did, though, considering that I like guys too."

"Uh, Eddie, I'm not wounded there," Steve said.

"Shit, man, sorry," Eddie said when he realized how low on his back his hands had dipped.

"I didn't say stop. You're really good with your hands," Steve said.

Eddie blushed as he continued to massage his backside. Eddie stopped when he saw in the mirror that Steve was closing his eyes and biting his lip. He refocused his brain and remembered what he was doing and washed his hands again. He wrapped up his wounds carefully. His hands drifted to the dirty bandage around his middle.

"I should take a look at these too," Eddie said.

Steve turned around to give him better access. The bites had bitten low, and Eddie winced. Any lower and they would have. . .Eddie did NOT want to think about that. Steve gave him the nod to go ahead and do whatever he needed to do. Eddie unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down slightly. Jason Carver, think about the fact that he's hunting you down, Eddie thought. Anything other than this. He did the same with the bat bites: washed them, looked for any sign of infection, and put on some fresh bandages after putting on more oinment.

"I don't think I would be able to take a shower, but I feel gross so a rag bath would have to do," Steve muttered.

"Can you even bend down?" Eddie asked.

"I have been having some trouble in that department," he said softly.

"Then it looks like I'm going to have to wash you down, big boy," Eddie said. "That is, if you really want to get clean."

"Can you wash my hair first?" Steve asked.

He looked so vulnerable in that moment as if he were asking Eddie to do something sacred. Eddie cupped his jaw, smiling and flashing his dimples in soft, closed smile.

"Sure thing," Eddie said.

"There's a shower chair in the closet," Steve muttered.

Eddie pulled the chair up to the sink and gathered his shampoos and conditioners together. He pushed Steve gently into the chair and tilted his head back to run water over his head with a cup. Eddie tried to focus on what Steve instructed him to do, but it was difficult when Steve’s throat was so exposed and he was gazing at Eddie with his gorgeous hazel eyes of his. Eddie ran his fingers through his hair as he began to massage his scalp. Steve closed his eyes and moaned. Eddie cursed mentally. Focus, Munson. After he finished washing his hair, Steve gave him a look so soft it made Eddie's insides melt. Steve placed a hand on his hip.

"Thank you for doing that," Steve said. "I've never let anyone do that for me before."

"You make me sound special," Eddie said. "A guy could get used to that."

"You are special, Eddie," Steve said and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Dustin told me that it was a big deal for you to give me your vest. You could have given me your jacket."

"You are a big deal, Steve Harrington," Eddie replied softly.

Steve pulled him down, so now he was straddling his leg. He grasped the back of Eddie's neck and kissed him. Eddie eagerly kissed him back before pulling back as he remembered how injured Steve was. He placed a quick peck on Steve’s lips before standing up.

"If we continue any further, we're going to have a problem," Eddie muttered. "Let's get you clean. I think I'm going to need a shower after this."

"A cold one?" Steve asked teasingly.

"Fuck off," he laughed. "Remove your damn pants."

"You're going to have to remove my shoes," Steve said.

Eddie got on his knees and started to wonder if Steve wanted him in the position, but then he took off his shoes along with this socks. Eddie gasped.

"I didn't think about you walking around down there without any shoes," Eddie said. "Gonna have to clean your feet, too."

Eddie helped him slip off his pants and started with his feet. One of his ankles looked bruised. He was going to have to wrap that. Steve coughed awkwardly and began to pull at his boxers. Eddie raised his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, I'll clean that," Steve said, blushing. "It's just starting to feel uncomfortable."

"Gotchya, it's not a problem," Eddie said. "It feels a lot less sexual than it should be. It feels more. . ."

"Intimate?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, is it weird that I like it?" Eddie asked.

"I like it too," Steve said. "And when I get better, I am so returning the favor."

"You going to wash my hair too, Stevie?" Eddie asked.

"Definitely, and from here on out, you are the only other person who is allowed to wash my hair," Steve replied.

"Right back at ya," Eddie grinned and kissed him.

It really was very intimate, and it was almost scary how much he loved it. He's never had a relationship like this. Well, he's never had a relationship at all because who would want to date the Freak? Turns out, it was Steve Harrington. What the fuck? He smiled in disbelief and looked up at Steve. He leaned his head against Steve’s chest, the only part that wasn't injured. Steve sighed and wrapped his arms around Eddie. Suddenly, it was like all of Eddie's problems faded away. He hadn't been dragged to an alternate dimension. He hadn't been framed for murder and Jason Carver wasn't out for his blood. All was good in Steve Harrington's arms. The door burst open suddenly, and Eddie hugged him tighter to protect Steve’s bits. It was Robin. She stood in the doorway with wide eyes.

"What the fuck? Okay, I just came in here for the first aid kit for Lucas," she said, grabbing the kit. "And when I got back, everyone is going to be fully clothed. I want to talk about your intentions towards my best friend because he's been used for sex before and as his best friend - "

"Robin! He's tending to my wounds," Steve said, blushing.

"I'm sorry, did a bat bite you on your - "

"Robin!"

"Right! Leaving!"

"You're going to need some clothes," Eddie realized, laughing. "I'll get you some."

"Grab yourself some too," Steve said.

Once he helped Steve get dressed and wrapped his foot, he started undressing for his shower. He made it into a show for Steve, making music with his mouth as he dramatically pulled off an article of clothing. Once he was naked, he wiggled his ass at Steve and popped his foot at him before hopping into the shower.

"Don't make me laugh," Steve giggled. "And do you have the letter M tattooed on the bottom of your foot?"

"It's a W, for Wayne," Eddie replied.

Once he was showered, he wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist and walked them to his room. He laid Steve on the bed.

"I am so wired," Eddie said as he hopped around Steve’s room.

"There's a bookshelf in my closet," Steve said.

Eddie opened the door and gasped.

"There are books!" Eddie said.

"Jocks can read, you know," Steve said sarcastically.

"That's not what I meant! I was just pleasantly surprised!" Eddie said quickly, and Steve laughed. "You were just messing with me, weren't you? You dick. Hmm, there are a lot of mysteries here. I prefer science fiction and fantasy myself, but I do enjoy a good mystery every once in a while. Ooh, I see a couple of romance novels here. Steve Harrington, you naughty boy."

"Uh, they're not mine," Steve blushed.

"Yeah, sure, okkkay. Oh! A book about cats solving mysteries! Yes!" Eddie said.

"I actually just picked that up from a thrift store," Steve said. "Haven't read it yet."

"Purrrfect."

He crawled into bed next to Steve and leaned against the headboard as he cracked open the book. He pulled Steve to his chest and began to read. A moment later, Robin came to check on them and popped her head into Steve’s room. She smiled. They were fast asleep in each other's arms. Her best friend was in good hands. Robin turned and started heading back downstairs.

"I guess this means that I'll be looking after the kids," she muttered.

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You know what do you think of hanza cancelling her own comic that is the guy upstairs? Like for me,I really really hope she's okay. And I know blacklightjack(he make a video about this) and the line he says about artists need to grow a thicker skin is just. I'm sorry like,look I get what he's saying but hanza have to cancel the comic because of toxic shippers. Sure,you can just ignore them and pretend they don't exist but they will still still still annoy you and h*rass you to the point you can't take it anymore and have to cancel the comic because of the whole goddamn toxic fanbase.

(as a Malaysian myself,I need to say this,I really hope hanza is alright. And in my language saya harap dia dapat bantuan Dan menjaga kesihatan sendiri)

So...

sigh I feel like this isn't the answer or essay you expected but I hope you're open to at least hearing it out all the same.

I do not think Hanza handled the situation in a way that benefitted her as a creator or her audience of people who genuinely love her work.

I DO think she was justified to be pissed off with the people harassing her. Those people suck ass and they're the definition of "this is why we can't have nice things."

But like... the notion of "you need to grow thicker skin" is true in being a creator who puts their work out into the world for an audience. Hear me out, this does NOT mean "creators aren't allowed to have feelings". But it does mean that you have to find peace with the fact that there are gonna be weirdos and assholes who take shit too far within your community. You don't necessarily deserve that. But you can't give those people power over you by going scorched earth in the way that Hanza did, because who does it really benefit? Hanza is now out a job and she's soiled her own reputation with her audience by basically going "FINE, because of these few people who were shit, NO ONE gets to have a good time!" And that's just... not a productive or healthy way to deal with these issues because it's just doing what those trolls and shitheads likely wanted. They wanted a reaction out of her, and she delivered it to them on a silver platter.

Like, I think of the dumbasses complaining about Hanza "taking advantage of the dark romance community" (she didn't, she just made a horror thriller comic that they felt entitled to see romance in) and guess what? Now those dumbasses have power over here because she ended the comic and in their heads, I'm sure they're thinking "good riddance". By choosing to not only end her comic, but spoil it entirely for her fans who were there in good faith, Hanza gave power to the people who weren't even a part of her target audience to begin with.

I do think it's ironic if people assume I'd automatically boo the "grow thicker skin" mantra because like, y'all... many of my complaints here are literally about people like Rachel who behave badly with their audience and desperately needed to grow thicker skin. In a lot of ways she's not even reacting to direct harassers, she's reacting to people simply discussing her comic in their own spaces which aren't mean for her. If she spoiled the ending of LO for her fans and ended the comic prematurely, I would feel awful, but... it still would have been her decision at the end of the day that she'd have to stand by and take responsibility for.

I think, at best, if I were to give her any unsolicited advice, she should have just put the comic on hiatus, taken a break, focused on her mental health and given herself enough distance to ask herself if she wanted to continue TGU. Maybe it still would have ended the same way, but at least she would have given herself the time and space to heal and rationalize her choices.

Instead, by choosing the nuclear option of spoiling the series for her readers and axing the comic - just to backpedal and go back to "no no it's just an indefinite hiatus!" - she gave up her power to the people who were harassing her. She reacted in a way that gave them power over her, not herself over them.

And I say this as someone who's currently on an indefinite hiatus with their main project, which I still have not spoiled for the 5 readers I have, despite the fact that I have zero clue when I'll return or if I'll even be able to. Whether or not Cyra and co. break out of the Reaper Society is now a 2 year old question.

I say this all as someone who has been harassed and is still harassed for doing what I wanna do. My first ever webcomic website when I was like 17 used to get emails and comments from shitty classmates and other local yokels who knew of me and wanted to pick fights over a teenager's dumb lil' gag comics. I kept making those comics anyways for myself and for the people who did like reading them, until I was ready to drop the comic on my own terms and move onto my next project, which would be Reaper. Reaper also got a lot of nonsense complaints and harassment. As did my fanfiction projects, as did my digital art, as did everything that I've ever put out into the world through the Internet, because the Internet just sucks for everyone always and then you die 🤣

And now, 10+ years later, I get the occasional "you're a shitty talentless person who isn't gonna amount to anything and yaddayaddayadda" which, to be fair, is a reaction from the folks who are unhappy with my intentions to make a Lore Olympus rewrite comic!

But I'm not going to give them power over me by stopping. I have a story I want to tell and if I stopped telling that story due to the shitty things they had to say and do, then I would be punishing myself and punishing my audience for the actions of a few bad apples. I do not deserve to have those abusive actions targeted at me (though they surely do and that's on them) and I do not have to put up with it, but I genuinely would not be able to live with myself if I gave them power over me by reacting in such an explosive way that my bloody remains land on everyone around me, including the people who were supportive and loved my work along the way.

That said, I also don't know to what extent Hanza was harassed. I've seen people claim she was doxxed, but have yet to see any evidence of that. I have seen people claim she got death threats, but Hanza hasn't shown anything to back that up. I'm going to assume the best of her that the harassment must have gotten pretty fucking bad for her to want to quit, and again, that is justified, and I cannot in any way use my experiences as a way to diminish hers. Maybe she just flat out isn't interested in making TGU anymore which... I can definitely say I relate to that, too.

There's this sort of mindfulness technique in stress and emotional management where you have to recognize that other people's actions are NOT your responsibility, but your REACTION is, because your reaction is what you can control and have power over.

Rachel Smythe finished LO in spite of what wackjobs like me said (and still say) about her and she has power in that perseverance, power that wackjobs like me cannot and *should* not try to take away from her.

mongie decided Webtoons was not suited for her work and vision and decided to put the comic on hiatus until she could get her distribution rights back and continue Let's Play on another platform. She has power in that decision and integrity, power that Webtoons cannot take away from her.

Whether or not you like my work, whatever opinion you have of it that you're entitled to, I have power in knowing that I started a project that I now love dearly and can take pride in, and has brought closure to people like me who were left disappointed by LO. I have power in that stubbornness and refusal to let other people determine what I'm capable of.

Even if you remove the external influence of the audience from the picture, we all have power as creators that we need to harness and take ownership in.

By going nuclear and spoiling her comic for her audience and ending it entirely, Hanza may have gotten the short term satisfaction of turning the school bus around to go back home, but she still disrespected herself and robbed herself of her own power as a creator which will ultimately stick with her far more than it will the harassers who will inevitably move on to some other target and forget she even existed. And that's a decision that she has to live with.

The harassers got under Hanza's skin and gave her more than enough reason to feel frustrated. But they did not choose to spoil and end the comic. She did. And she is ultimately the only one who will have to live with the consequences of that.

I do hope she's okay and that she's getting the time and space she needs to heal from this. If this truly is the outcome that she feels gives her the most power and the ends justified the means for her, I hope she found strength in it, regardless of the opinions of people like myself that ultimately should not matter to her. I hope the people harassing her get what's coming for them whether it be actually getting called out or just the universe delivering karmic retribution on them. I hope Hanza can find joy and peace again either in TGU or whatever project she pursues next. But most importantly, I hope she finds the confidence and power she needs to stick to her guns and create what she wants to create, unapologetically.

"Growing thicker skin" doesn't mean we as creators have to be comfortable with abuse - it just means we need to do ourselves the honor and favor of making decisions that give ourselves power rather than giving it away to the abusers who do not have to live our lives at the end of it all.

And that is my very big bag of cents on that.

[slashers-sister]

(we are posting a story finally WOOOOO)

(you being their little sister is your perspective, and I'm doing this to appease the demons, sorry I haven't been posting a L O T has been happening)

(G: Nubbins, P: Chop-Top, R: Drayton, and Blue is for bubs <3)

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You and the twins.

It's been a fight. Constantly.

Back and forth.

You wanna strangle them,

They wanna strangle you.

You guys still love each other, it's just.. well to put it in simple terms, you'd bite them if they touched the door handle to your room, but if a victim hurt either of them, the victim's life will be very short lived.

Of course, today is a hot Texas day like normal.

And Nubbins, the dumbass he is, is about to turn this into a 2v1. Sadly Chop-Top isn't siding with his twin.

Y'all are probably working on the front of the house, it's spring, making it look presentable and unsuspecting to the normal passerby.

Nubbins is getting bored, but you guys are nowhere near done.

"W-Why c-ca-can't we just f-f-fuck-fuckin' be d-done..?!"

His twin clocked him on the back of the head.

"Cuz, drayton'll have our asses if we don't finish!"

You snickered. Nubbins has mood swings, but they are getting worse the more he doesn't get to kill. You have no reason to worry, you're part of the family.

And family. Doesn't. Kill each other.

He just angrily yells, like full blown-

"AAAAAAAAAAA-"

You and Chop-Top look over like '??????????'

And he's storming off to the side of the road all mad.

"Get your ass back 'ere!"

His response 👇

You're just standing there like ":0"

You've never seen Chop-Top run faster.

Ever.

Besides the time he was being chased by Drayton

And Nubbins is just running as fast as he can, funnily enough he was the fast twin.

Just not today, huh?

You watched him get tackled, and then get dragged back. "I-i ain't d-d-doin' t-this shit a-a-anymore!"

"Shut up before I hang you on a meat hook like last week."

Oh.

..OH.

Besides laughing, you remember that. It sure took the meat of their antics this week.. besides Nubbins flippin' his twin off.

Hours later, Drayton comes out to find Chop-Top and you relaxing.

Nubbins less so, sitting all grumpy.

"Ta' hell happened?"

You were about to say something, Nubbins didn't bother. Chop-Top interrupted you,

"Oh nuthin', just had to chase a rabbit down."

"I-i-if you weren't m-my t-t-..twin you'd be dead by n-now."

Drayton is confused.

You're laughing again.

And as you laugh, Nubbins and Chop-Top get into a fight. More psychical than usual, but it ends in Chop-Top carrying his twin over his shoulder.

Bubba was sleeping on the bone couch peacefully after a day of butchering victims.

Very confused what he's seeing as Chop-Top is going upstairs with his twin. Who's screaming and stuttering like an angry Chihuahua.

.. and you dying on the floor by the front door. Just laughing.

Drayton just shakes his head and goes to sit down.

"Jus' go get cleaned up when yer done laughin' like a god damn hyena.."

What a normal day in the Sawyer household.

[thatonesimp-e]

We've seen BLU's reactions to Spyborg, but what does the RED team think of this?

Scout: gives Spyborg a lit of shit. "you REALLY allowed yourself to get caught, for this?!" or "I thought you were smarter than that, you dumbass!"

Medic: fascination. He often steals the BLU Spy to run tests on him. he wants to know the limits of Spyborg-what he can and can't handle.

Heavy: knows not to steal food from the engineer anymore. he feels bad for the Spy, as this was a little too cruel. even if he was on the opposite team, the punishment went a little too far..

Sniper: tends to just stare at the BLU Spy. he doesn't know what to feel about the whole situation. he at least knows to lay off of engineer now.

Pyro: childish fascination. he often drags the BLU spy off to have tea parties.

Soldier: wants to throw Spyborg off a cliff/make Spyborg admit that France isn't a real country and that America is the best country.

Demoman: scared of RED Engie tbh. he thought the Engineer was the sanest one out of all the other mercenaries.

Engineer: He is so very proud of what he's done, and he constantly reminds the BLU spy by making him work for him. whether it be simple tasks like holding something, or testing what the cyborgs strength.

RED spy: slightly indifferent. He doesn't really interact with the BLU spy, but when he does pay attention to Spyborg, he gives his counterpart his condolences. (he does call him a failure, and a terrible Spy though)

[princess-of-the-corner]

Any thoughts on how Mic & Aizawa got together in CC? Like, did they start dating in high school? After they graduated? Was there a painful pining phase that made all their friends want to kill them?

OH GOD SO LIKE

I hinted before that it was a poly thing with them and Oboro(who was probs the one who asked them out if Midnight didn't watch them all pining and smack them upside the head) and like.

They did get together in high school and that was mostly just some normal pining and such but also due to the Oboro situation that went sideways for a bit.

Oboro's death kinda. Hit them hard in different ways and swung between finding comfort in each other but more often than not it was just. A lot. For them to be with each other.

Mic is handling things.... decently. He's more bottling everything up and it /will/ come out one day but he's just kinda trying his best to move forward while Aizawa is kinda lost in grief. And that does kinda fuck them up because Mic is upset that Aizawa doesn't seem to be trying to make progress while Aizawa's in the 'how dare you try to move on' thing. (neither are right or wrong here but god do they need therapy)

They didn't explicitly break up, but they weren't exactly together anymore.

And then I'm like. I'm speedrunning Aizawa's character development so that a lot of it happened pre-Canon of him like. Coping by overcompensating. Pushing himself too hard. And eventually taking out his anger on people who aren't pushing themselves to the same unhealthy extent in the same unhealthy ways

Ms. Joke was kinda the first target in this, given her entire persona is about being goofy and all so when given close proximity... but she's also got thick skin and is a determined motherfucker and is like "I can fix him!" (baby girl please your taste in men is awful)

This continues for a while and even into Aizawa's first year as a UA teacher where he just starts randomly expelling any student he feels isn't extremely dedicated and taking it seriously. Which is, ultimately, all of his students within the first like month. Because they're dumbass 15 year olds who are mostly trauma-free ofc they're gonna good off and not buckle down and be serious all the goddamn time.

Nezu is like 'look I love some chaos as much as anyone else HOWEVER you need to get your shit together because I can't have you expelling literally all of your students. PLEASE get therapy!'.

Which does piss Aizawa off for a bit. Because he's heavily projecting. He lost someone. Any of them could die at any moment they need to take this seriously and prepare for it! They're here to be Heroes not have fun! Not taking things seriously will get them killed!

This does swing back around to Ms. Joke who does end up snapping at him of just like a 'god don't you get it? People have to have fun and goof off and be fuckin happy sometimes or else they're absolutely miserable and probably just want to die!'(she might like being silly and all but humor is /also/ a coping mechanism for her)

And it's.... yeah just her snapping and pointing that out does kinda. Hit. In having him realize that 'oh I'm very much Not Okay™'.

Which gets him to actually get his ass some therapy so he can help process the grief and the whole like. You're allowed to take a break, you're allowed to be happy and do things that aren't serious when you don't have to be on the job you don't have to be paranoid 24/7 that someone else you love is gonna fuckin drop.

After a bit of this he does meet up with Mic again to talk on just. Everything. Kind of apologize. Mic def hits his own breaking point here too. And they need to do a bit of work but GOD do they miss each other.

Slowly but surely they work on themselves and each other and by the time of CC they've gotten to the point where they're married now and while they still have some hiccups they're a hell of a lot better.

ofc we get the added 'oh hey your dead boyfriend is actually alive but was kidnapped, experimented on, given amnesia, and has been forced into villainy for the last 10+ years and for bonus points he's a dilf now' drama later

[cookie-waffle-art-and-stuff]

Voyagers Chapter 2: Rip and Tear

Starscream gets himself into trouble again and pays dearly for it. With no other choice than to subject himself to Knockout’s care, he’s in for a long, painful next few days.

Content Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence and robot gore. Implied ptsd symptoms

Prominent Characters: Starscream, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Knockout, Barricade, Skyfire, Ratchet

"AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!"

Blood-energeon sprayed from Starscream's mouth when Barricade's fist came ramming into his jaw.

"Where's the shanix, Starscream?"

Starscream spat out a broken denta. "I can't remember. Maybe if you hit me again, it'll jog my memory!"

Barricade obliged, striking him again. Starscream's optics glared bright red as he smirked through the pain.

"Was that a light breeze I just felt?" Starscream taunted, earning himself another punch that was a little harder than the last.

A black and purple seeker got up into Starscream's face. "Give it up, Star! You ain't wriggling your way out of this one! Now let's wrap this up before things get real' ugly!"

Starscream's energon-streaked lips twisted into a grin. "Oh, I'm shaking. You think I can't handle getting a little roughed up, Skywarp?"

Another blow landed, sending Starscream reeling.

"HAHAHA! AGAIN! HIT ME AGAIN!" His laugh was that of a crazed lunatic.

The red seeker doubled over when Skywarp's knee struck hard into Starscream's abdomen.

Starscream defiantly raised his head and sneered. "Weakling!" Starscream grunted, earning him another knee to the abdomen.

Barricade, dent barred in frustration, violently grabbed Starscream's throat and squeezed until the Seeker's frame shuttered.

"We don't have to do this the hard way, you know. All you gotta do is give Skywarp the 400 shanix you owe her."

Starscream responded by spitting in his face.

Barricade let go of Starscream's neck and took a step back. Calmly, he wiped his face.

"Okay.... I think we're going to need to have a little Spark-to-Spark conversation about this situation before it gets out of hand."

Barricade's right index finger transformed into a small knife.

"Hey, aren't we not supposed to have those?" Thundercracker asked as he struggled to keep hold of Starscream.

Skywarp rolled her optics. "You're a dumbass, T.C."

"No, YOU'RE a dumbass!"

"Nuh-uh, YOU'RE a dumbass!"

"YOU'RE A D-

"Will you two shut up?! I can't hear myself think!"

"Cade..." Skywarp said, looking at the knife. "You better not do any crazy shit!"

Barricade let out an irritated huff before continuing. He used his other hand to shove Starscream's helm back and hold it still. His lips twisted into a sadistic grin as he traced the knife down Starscream's jaw, causing the seeker to hyperventilate and clench his fists. When Barricade found the soft spot where there was no metal bone framework to get in the way, he slowly began to press the knife in. Starscream let out a shriek of pain as energeon to started dripping down his neck.

"Barricade! Don't make him scream! we could get in huge trouble if we get caught!" Thundercracker warned.

"Shut your trap and hold him still!" Barricade snapped at Thundercracker.

His tone then suddenly softened, as if someone turned a switch. "Besides, he won't scream, will he?"

He pushed the blade in further.

Starscream clenched his jaw and tried as hard as he could to free himself from Thundercracker.

"WHERE IS IT?!" Barricade roared.

Skywarp slapped her hand against her face. "Primus, could you be a little louder, maybe?!".

Barricade pushed the knife in a little more. Starscream still managed not to scream, but tears began to well up in his optics.

"Don't make me ask again!"

Speaking was excruciating with the knife inside Starscream's lower jaw. "Okay, okay, okay! I-I'll get it for you! Just stop!"

Barricade wasn't satisfied, and the small blade went in deeper. Starscream was now letting out small whimpers.

"Uh, Cade?" Thundercracker laughed nervously. "This is starting to not be fun anymore."

Even Skywarp was beginning to wince at the sight.

"Cade, maybe we should do this another time? This is Prime's territory! Remember?"

"You want the shanix or not, Skywarp?!"

"I mean, yeah. But you're being a bit intense for 400 shanix."

Starscream began pleading. "I swear I have it! I swear! Please let me go! A-And I won't tell anybody you were here! Honest!"

Barricade shoved the knife in and pierced through the bottom of his mouth. His pleas were choked out as energon dribbled down his mouth and flooded his throat. His fists were squeezed so hard that his talons were now digging into the armor of his hands, causing them to bleed.

"Primus, barricade! Are you out of your mind?!" Skywarp exclaimed. "I don't want the damn shanix THAT bad!"

Starscream was groaning in agony, and optic lubricant was now freely flowing down his face. Barricade slid the blade out just enough for him to speak again.

He wailed, "I-I don't have it! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me anymore!"

Enraged, Barricade thrust the knife in and scrapped the metal palate at the roof of his mouth. A blood-curdling, gargled screech filled the air. Thundercracker immediately dropped Starscream.

"That's it! I'm done with this!" Thundercracker shouted at Barricade. "I know Star may be a jerk, but he's still our brother!"

Skywarp's right hand raised slightly. "Um, actually, I don't care about him because he sucks. I just don't want to end up in the Ark's jail. I heard Slips is in there, and lemme tell ya, we've got BEEF."

"Skywarp!" Thundercracker scolded his sister, who responded with a half-hearted shrug.

"When I start a job, I intend to finish it!" Barricade snarled, his yellow optics glaring.

Skywarp and Thundercracker took a few steps back.

When Thundercracker let go of him, Starscream successfully pulled away from Barricade, far enough to un-impale his jaw on the knife. But Barricade still had his other hand tightly grasping onto Starscream's helm. When Starscream lifted up his arms and tried to use his talons to pry away his hand, Barricade sunk the knife right into his armpit joint. He screamed again.

"Cade, stop! He's had enough! Let's just go back to the Nemesis!"

Thundercracker's words went ignored as Barricade pinned Starscream on the ground and began to savagely beat him. One of his punches landed hard enough for Starscream to momentarily black out. When he came to, he found himself lying on his front with Barricade pinning him down with his foot. He had Starscream's injured arm in his grasp and bent it back.

"I promise! I promise I'll get the shanix! I promise! Just stop!" Starscream desperately pleaded.

Skywarp threw up her hands"Bye! I'm out! Not staying for this!"

"Skywarp! Help me, sister!" Starscream pleaded.

Barricade leered at the fembot with blazing optics. She scurried out of reach before Barricade could grab her. She darted to the door, looked back at Starscream for a moment, then left.

Thundercracker stayed behind.

"Cade! You're gonna kill him!"

In a desperate act of self-defense, Starscream clawed at Barricade's face and nicked him on the bridge of his nose.

Without hesitation, the enraged Decepticon dazed him by punching him in the eye and then flipped him around so he was lying on his front. He placed a foot on his back and kept him down while he grabbed his right wing.

"Scream, and I rip off both of your wings. Got it?"

"Y-Yes, Barricade! I won't scream! J-Just have mercy on me!"

Thundercracker turned his face away from the brutality.

"Cade- Please.... Let's just go home!"

Barricade felt around the base of Starscream's wing until he found a gap in its joint. He then began to pry Starscream's armor layer away from the smaller, susceptible protoform layer underneath. Starscream's entire frame shook. He bit his tongue and dug his talons into his armor, trying to find a distraction from the sensation. It felt like one of the most sensitive parts of his body—his wing— was being slowly dipped in acid. The micronerves that gave his armor sensation snapped as Barricade pulled the armor back. It made sharp stings shoot to the tip of his wing, increasing the burning sensation to an unbearable level. Terrified of screaming, he resorted to sobbing uncontrollably. But this was still too loud for Barricade, and he used all his strength to violently yank back as much armor as he could in one powerful tug. Starscream's wailing only increased.

The sound of metal being torn, mixed with the sounds of his triplet brother's agony, made Thundercracker's entire frame tense up. He may not have been looking, but the sound alone was enough. Memories of Megatron began to flash in the blue seeker's mind.

"T.C... T.C., help me..." Starscream's voice was weak and shaky.

"You touch me, Thundercracker, and you're next."

"Please make him stop, T.C.!"

Thundercracker refused to look.

"T.C., PLEASE!! MAKE HIM STOP, MAKE HIM STOP!"

"Shut up!"

Barricade ripped off another piece of Starscream's armor and threw it at Thundercracker. When it hit Thundercracker in the leg, he didn't realize what it was at first. When he did, he stumbled back in revulsion. Barricade laughed sadistically at the blue seeker's reaction.

Thundercracker's red optics glowed with anger. "That isn't funny, Cade!"

Barricade had to stop for a moment. His arm had become tired and sore from pulling.

The armor on the back of Starscream's wing was almost entirely ripped off, exposing the smaller protoform wing underneath. Barricade brought out his knife yet again and dragged it along the soft metal alloy surface of the bare protoform. Starscream couldn't hold it in any longer. He screamed so loud that it took Barricade a bit off guard.

Barricade tried to cup his hand over Starscream's mouth to keep him quiet. Starscream, seeing an opportunity, was able to bite him. His sharpened canine denta hurt enough for Barricade to let go momentarily. Starscream tried to crawl away, but Barricade grabbed him by the damaged wing. This caused him to scream even more. Barricade let go of him again.

"Thundercracker! Help me shut him up!"

"No! You're real' sick in the head, Cade. And I'm not hanging out with you anymore! Now, can we PLEASE get the hell out of here before- Oh no..."

The sound of thunderous footsteps came rapidly approaching from outside.

"It's HIM!"

Barely a moment later, Skywarp's unconscious body came bursting through the door, completely destroying it.

Starscream scuttled under his table and watched the chaos unfold from there.

Barricade nervously smiled as he addressed the towering mech that had just entered through the broken doorway. "Heeeey Sky! We were just messing around like old times! Right? T.C?"

The mech picked Barricade and Thundercracker up by the helms and bashed them together, knocking them out instantly.

When the coast was clear, Starscream pulled himself out from under the table. He looked up at the massive mech with a scowl.

"I didn't need your help! They were cowering before me!"

"I'm sure he was, Starscream. Can you walk?"

"Of course I can!"

"Good. Then you're perfectly capable of walking to the medbay yourself."

"I am!"

"Don't forget to bring all the pieces that spontaneously fell off your body as Barricade and Thundercracker were kneeling before your greatness. "

"Don't tell me what to do!"

Starscream hobbled over to the piece of armor that was thrown at Thundercracker and picked it up. One side of it was slimy-textured and drenched in blood-energeon. Starscream dropped it.

"Hmph. I'll send the medics to come get this."

"I can take them for you if you're too grossed out by it."

"I am NOT "grossed out," you bumbling fool! I am completely desensitized to these sorts of things! I just happen to have a badly injured arm, if you even care to notice!"

"B-B-But- Isn't the great and powerful Lord Starscream more than capable of carrying things with ONE arm?"

"Piss off, Skyfire."

He turned his back to the giant Autobot and stormed—or rather, hobbled— out of his damaged living quarters.

Outside, a crowd had already formed, murmuring as they noticed Starscream's battered frame limping past them.

"Please tell me it didn't happen again!" Kup said as he limped over to get a closer look. "Oh, it's only Starscream."

Starscream tried to ignore every one and just kept on walking.

"By the Primes, Starscream!" Magnus said. "You're bleeding everywhere!"

Jazz zipped past and nearly knocked the injured seeker over.

"Watch it!"

"My bad, Scream!"Jazz quipped before he leaped over the rubble and slapped stasis cuffs on all three perpetrators.

Starscream tried to press forward, but his legs soon gave out. As the adrenaline wore off, he began to feel the full brunt of his injuries. He was unable to hold back his cries as his wing flared up in pain. He could hear Knockout's voice but couldn't process anything he was saying. He faded in and out of consciousness, unable to comprehend anything he was seeing or hearing. He could only feel searing pain as the flash of colorful armor rushing by reflected in his optics. The entire ship spun around him and caused partially-processed energon to force itself out of his mouth before blacking out.

The broken mech came to in a hospital bed with a raging migraine, a wing that still felt like it was on fire, and a horrible aching pain that was under his arm joint and radiating throughout his entire face.

As if only to increase his distress, the medics placed him right beside Ironhide. Starscream didn't know how long he had been out, but it was long enough for Irionhide to have woken up, and he did not sound happy. Or very lucid, for that matter. He wouldn't stop switching between incoherent babbling and agonized groaning.

"Alright, I think I get it now! I'm in hell. I'm in hell!" Starscream thought. "The moment I agreed to go along on this Primus-forsaken voyage, I entered hell. I hate this fucking ship, I hate those two good-for-nothing wastes of energon I was unlucky enough to split a spark with, and Barricade... I'M GONNA RIP BARRICADE'S HEAD OFF WITH MY OWN HANDS!!"

Starscream roared with a vengeful rage and used whatever strength he had to get up.

"Ohhh no you don't!" Knockout scolded his patient.

He pushed him right back down.

"Trust me, we're not thrilled about you being here either."

Starscream opened his mouth to shoot an insult at the doctor, but only ended up wincing in pain.

"Just lay down and be quiet for a few clicks so I can get this over with, please."

Starscream's optics rolled.

Knockout held out a datapad and read it to his patient out loud.

"You took one hell of a beating, but as per usual, you somehow managed to survive without any life-threatening injuries. The medical team retrieved your missing armor plating at the scene of the attack and wielded them back in place. I patched up your wing with some protective padding. I know you'll say it looks stupid, but trust me, anything touching your wing for the next month or so will hurt like hell. Got it? Oh, right, you can't speak. Speaking of which," The doctor continued, "You should be able to in a day or so, but the pain won't go away as quickly. I sutured the hole in your lower jaw closed. You had a small scrape on the roof of your mouth, but that should quickly heal on its own."

Knockout paused briefly to scroll down on the datapad before continuing.

"Your left underarm joint was in rough shape, but I was able to wield it. It was very difficult, by the way, so you're welcome."

"I wonder if it's too late for me to jump ship and fly back to Cybertron?" Starscream so wished he could express his irritation verbally."

"You lost a denta, again. A new one should just grow in a few days. Unfortunately-" Knockout let out a sigh. "You're going to be here for at least 2 days."

"TWO D- ACK!"

"I told you to stay quiet. You could tear those suiters and mess up my beautiful handy work if you run your mouth as excessively as you typically do."

"Asshole," Starscream muttered through tightly gritted denta.

Knocking lowered his datapad down a little to look at Starscream and give him a little shit-eating smirk.

"Before I can send you home, we need to examine your brain case for any possible damage. Don't worry, this doesn't mean anything serious. This is just normal protocol for patients with numerous head injuries."

Knockout paused to scroll down the datapad again. "Before Chromdome can take a look in that noggin' of yours, you need several hours of rest. So get comfy!"

He put down the datapad and asked, " On a scale of one to 10, how severe is your pain? To save you the effort, I'll count from one to ten and then you can just grunt on whatever number-"

"TEN YOU IMBECILE, TEN!!!!!!"

"I told you to take it easy, Starscream. Tsk, tsk."

When Knockout turned his back to leave, Starscream used his good arm and held his hand up to his optic. He positioned his visual of Knockout's head between his index and middle talon and pretended to squash it.

The anesthetic supply on the Ark was currently being rationed due to low supply until the Nemesis was able to ship in part of their share of resources. So, for now, Starscream had to try to "relax" with only half the painkiller he needed.

The pain made the hours feel like an eternity. The only recharge Starscream was able to get was when he eventually became too tired physically stayed awake and lost consciousness. Starscream was abruptly awoken when medics came rushing in after Ironhide had fallen back into a coma. He was too preoccupied with his own discomfort to have any emotional reaction to what was going on around the bed next to him. He could hear Chromia crying and Ratchet calling for the other medics. The gravely wounded Autobot was successfully stabilized and ended up surviving. But he remained in a coma.

The pain kept Starscream awake all night while Ironhide's friends drifted in and out of the room.

"The hell happened to Scream? He looks awful!" Hot Rod whispered to Jazz.

"Owed money to some cons and got beat up pretty bad."

"Bee told me he got his face sliced off by Barricade." Said Arcee.

"Arcee, he clearly still has his face." Hot Rod pointed out.

"Knockout could have glued it back on."

Ratchet corrected them. "He did not get his face sliced off!"

"At least SOMEONE around here is willing to spare me of humiliation." Starscream thought.

Ratchet crossed his arms. "It's not appropriate to be openly discussing patient information in here!"

Jazz apologized for the group. "Sorry, Ratch"

Knockout stepped through the entrance of the room and addressed his patient.

"Morning, Starscream."

Starscream just looked at the ex-con medic and grunted.

"Rough night? Well, you'll be happy to hear that I've been able to use my stunning charm to talk the other medics into letting you have a little extra painkiller."

Starscream's optics narrowed with a suspicious glare.

Knockout sighed. "You know, Starscream, you may not be my favorite patient but you are still my patient. As long as you're under my care, I'll do my best to ease your pain."

Starscream's wings instinctively rose as an aggression display, which hurt the joint at the base of his left wing. Starscream winced at the sore sensation.

Knockout filled a syringe with a glowing green liquid. He held it up to eye level and tapped it with his claw to get the air bubbles out.

"I'm not Megatron." Knocked remarked. "I'm not just going to dump you in a hospital bed after being brutalized without any- Ah, okay. You're look you're giving me THAT look."

Starscream's optics shot daggers at the doctor.

"I can take a hint! It's a sore subject."

There was a hole that had been temporarily drilled into the base of his sternum so that drugs could easily be administered directly into his spark.

"Open wide!"

Starscream let out a mean hiss and batted Knockout away with his uninjured arm.

"Starscream!" Knocking grunted as he pushed back his patient's flailing arm. "I'm not going to hurt you!"

Everyone on Irionhide's side of the room just watched in bewilderment while both ex-cons wrestled with each other.

"Would you quit acting like a sparkling?! Hold still!"

Starscream took a swipe at Knockout and missed.

"ARGH! Watch the paint!"Knockout had had enough. "I am going to make you feel better whether you like it or not!"

Knockout jammed the syringe right into the hole in Starscream's chest.

"AAAAAAAAAAH! WHY YOU LITTLE- I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR OPTICS OUT AND MAKE YOU EAT THEM! THEN I'M GOING TO CLAW YOUR FACE OFF! AND THEN AFTER THAT, I'M GOINGTOuuuuaaah..."

Starscream felt immense relief as the solution flushed through his system. The painkiller had the side effect of making him a little high, but he was now at ease enough to no longer be a nightmare for the medics to deal with. Well, for the time being at least.

Ratchet's optics narrowed towards his coworker. "Knockout! How much did you give him?"

"Enough."

"You know we can't be liberal with the painkillers, Knockout!"

"I've already discussed it with Optimus. After explaining the nature of Starscream's injuries, he said it would be alright."

"Ratchet."

"What?! Ugh, that bolt-brain is too much of a big softie for his own good." Ratchet remarked. "None of Starscream's injuries are severe enough to maim him or be lethal and we can't afford to use too much anesthetic on bots who will recover within a few days."

"Hey, Ratchet."

"Do you have ANY idea how much pain he's in?! Part of recovery is recharging, and my patient isn't able to go into recharge. He needs this just as much as he feels like he needs to be a constant aggravation to everyone in his general vicinity.

"Oh, Raaaatchet~"

Ratchet grunted in frustration. "I understand that he's in pain, and if we had the normal amount of resources he would probably be on even more painkillers. But we have several more cycles to go on this trip. We need to ration our supplies!"

"Hey, DOC!"

"Do you have ANY idea how painful a flayed wing is? I don't even have wings, and just looking at this poor heap of scrap makes me want to shield my tires!"

"RATCHET!"

"WHAT is it, you obnoxious bird?!"

Starscream held up his good arm and stuck his middle talon out at Ratchet.

Ratchet vented deeply. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his optics. Arcee let a snicker escape from her, which Ratchet returned with a side-eye.

Chromia finally said something. "Why did you guys place him next to Hide? There really wasn't ANYONE else you could room him with?"

Ratchet answered her. "All the other beds are currently taken up a bunch of Vehicons that passed out in the rec room. Trust me... You won't want to know."

"Ohhhhho, YEA." Hot Rod added to Ratchet's statement.

Knockout turned back to his patient. He leered down at him.

"Hm?"

"So?"

"What do you want?"

"Don't you have something to tell me, Lord Starscream?"

Starscream stared at the medic, cluelessly.

"Magic words, Starscream? Did no one teach you manners as a sparkling?"

Starscream kept looking at him.

Knockout bent down next to the seeker's audio processor and whispered, "I didn't tell Optimus scrap. I took a big risk getting you this by doped up, so you better say thank you!"

Starscream genuinely didn't expect this type of courtesy from Knockout. Or anyone else for that matter.

"Er, thank you?"

"Aw Starscream, there's no need to thank me!" Knockout made sure everyone in the room could hear him. "I'm just doing my job!"

He patted Starscream on top of the helmet, which made him pull his helm away in annoyance.

"I didn't say you could touch me!"

"Hah! You have such a unique sense of humor, Starscream." He patted him again.

"Keep wearing out your welcome, and I'll bite you."

"I'm sure you will Starscream, I'm sure you will."

"I'm serious!"

"Tsk, tsk, Starscream. I told you that you should take it easy with the yapping. Don't want to open that wound back up now, do we?"

Chromia interrupted. "Pardon me, but could you two please stop before I start punching someone?"

"My apologies, Ma'am." Knockout addressed the blue fembot. "I should be getting out of here, anyway. One of my other patients is this vehicon that got his spike stuck in a-"

"Knockout!" Ratchet cut him off.

"Oh! Silly me. I forgot about patient privacy and whatnot. Opsies.

"Would you just leave already, Knockout?"

"Patience, darling. I need to inform my patient of one last thing."

"Just make it quick!"

"Alright!" Knockout looked back down at Starscream and muttered, "He can be so rude!" before telling him, "Anyhoo, Chromedome will be here later this afternoon to do your examination. And tomorrow afternoon the ship's therapist will ask you a few questions before you're cleared and we can finally kick you out of here."

"I'm not talking to a therapist."

"Yes, you are."

"Um, no, I'm not.

"Starscream, you were just tortured. That's not exactly known to be very good for one's mental health."

"Pah! What do you think I am, a newspark? I've had worse done to me more times than I can count!"

"Are you seriously bragging about how often you get your ass beat?" Arcee commented.

"Mind your own business, Autobot scum!" Starscream hissed.

Arcee rolled her optics. "God, even when he's doped up he's loud and angry."

"Whatever." Hot Rod said. "I'm gonna go get high on something. You in, Cee?"

Arcee answered without hesitation. "Hell yeah."

"Take it easy this time, Roddy!" Jazz warned.

"Sure thing, Jazz." Hot Rod said.

A new voice spoke out from directly behind Ratchet. It nearly startled him out of his armor.

"I could also go for an increase in my vibrational frequencies."

"DAH!" Ratchet yelped and spun around to see a white and red Autobot standing there.

Jazz, Arcee, and Hot Rod snickered at the medic's reaction.

"D-Drift! I didn't even see you there! When did you come in?!"

Drift smiled at him. "Been here the whole time, Doctor."

"Oh, well... Don't be so quiet next time!"

While the three younger bots said goodbye to Irionhide and the rest of their friends, the two ex-cons in the room were still arguing.

"You're seeing a therapist."

"Sorry, I think I had something stuck in my audio processor. Come again?"

"Doesn't matter how annoying you are about it, Starscream. You're seeing a therapist."

"I'd rather get the rest of my armor ripped off than talk to a therapist."

"Oh, I can arrange that."

"Knockout! Don't threaten the patients!" Ratchet shouted."

Knockout turned around and yelled back."It was a JOKE, Ratchet!" He turned back to Starscream and shook his head. "Ah, Autobots. They'll never get Decepticon humor."

"Primus have mercy!" Exclaimed Chromia. "Are you done yet, Knockout?!"

Knockout let a comically exaggerated "Hmph!" and left the room.

Starscream yawned and nestled down in his covers. "Finally! I can get some rest." He muttered.

The alloy pillow and sheets seemed to feel more comfortable than usual, soothing his broken frame. He was still pretty sore, but the pain was now bearable thanks to the painkiller. Starscream closed his optic lids and took in a deep vent. He had no idea what Knockout gave him. His tolerance was way higher than it should be and it was rare for painkillers to have this strong of an effect on him. But he wasn't exactly complaining. With a sigh of relief, he closed his optics. A good recharge was just what he needed.

But the light on his side of the room was still on.

"I need this light turned off, Ratchet. Ratchet? Ratchet! Hey, old timer!"

Starscream's optics flickered open and looked around the room. It was completely empty. Ratchet, Jazz, Chromia, and even Ironhide—gone. Starscream's expression twisted in confusion.

"Where the hell did all the Autobots go?"

He stayed there for several moments, a sense of unease slowly creeping in. Still more concerned about his sleep, Starscream forced himself to get out of bed with great effort.

"This place has terrible room service." He muttered to himself, the sarcasm doing little to lighten the unsettling nature of the situation.

"Now, where's that damn light switch?"

The room held the kind of eerie silence that made Starscream's servos twitch. He brushed it off, blaming it on whatever Knockout pumped into him. Once he finally found the switch, which was curiously on the floor, he flicked it. Instead of the lights shutting off, the Ark was bathed in bright red. The warning lights had come on, and an unbearably loud siren blared over and over.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, WHAT DID I DO?!"

He rapidly flicked the switch on and off repeatedly to no avail.

He ran out of the medbay and looked for a place to hide from Optimus.

"FUCK, HE'S GONNA KILL ME."

The thought of enduring what Megatron had done to him again, this time at the hands of a Prime, filled him with a cold terror. He hyperventilated while his processor raced and his spark pounded against his chest. With the red lights and horrible wailing sirens, on top of being high, the seeker was heavily disoriented. He stumbled through the hallways, crashing into things as he went. The drugs were certainly not contributing much usefulness to this situation, as they only worsened Starscream's disorientation. He eventually found a vent. He ripped off the cover and crawled inside, squeezing his wings tightly against his back.

To his horror, he felt a cold, steely grip on one of his legs. He dug his talons into his claustrophobic surroundings as he tried to crawl away. Yellow sparks came out from the vent's steel walls as the seeker's talons tried to cling on in vain as he was violently dragged out. He kicked and thrashed while the much stronger mech dangled him upside down. At first, he thought it was Optimus. But then he heard the mech's frighteningly familiar monotone voice speak to him.

"Starscream located. Now executing objective: Break Starscream."

"S-SOUNDWAVE!" The frightened seeker stuttered. "You're not supposed to be here!"

The powerful deception grabbed Starscream's other leg.

"No! I'll do anything! Please! I won't tell Optimus, just leave!"

Soundwave said nothing. He grabbed Starscream's other leg. The seeker could hear a sickening crack as his armor began to bend, along with the sound of wires snapping. He could see energeon start to drip and pool beneath him. Soundwave tore him apart, causing sparks to illuminate the Decepticon's battle mask as blinding hot pain slowly crept up to Starscream's abdomen. The seeker screamed in agony and desperately tried to claw at anything. But he could feel himself getting weaker by the second.

Lazerbeak poked his head out of Soundwave's chest and said, "Can we restrain him while I do this so he doesn't bite me, please?"

Starscream then launched out of his hospital bed and attacked the bird.

"Hey, HEY!"

Starscream snapped out of it once a metal fist came in contact with his cheek. The force knocked him back and he fell and crashed into his bed.

Knockout, alarmed, rushed in between the fight.

"Chromdome! It's a night terror; don't hurt him!"

"Oh, I see. Apologies, Starscream." Chromedome said, stepping back and offering a hand to help him up.

Starscream blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the remnants of fear that still clung to him.

"What the?!"

He looked at Chromdome's hand. "Don't touch me, Autobot scum!"

Chromedome swiftly pulled away his hand. "Jeez, I can tell this will be a fun one. You sure we can't restrain him?"

"Don't you DARE!" Starscream snarled.

"It's probably not a good idea," Knockout said, patting Chromedome on the side of the arm.

Making sure to keep a safe distance, Chromedome guided a very reluctant Starscream to his office.

Chromedome held out a hand towards the examination chair like he was offering him a seat in his house.

Starscream cautiously inched his way onto the chair, not taking his optics off Chromedome. "You better not go poking your nose in places you shouldn't!"

"I don't do mnemosurgery anymore." Chromedome posited.

"Hmph!" Starscream narrowed his eyes at the surgeon. "That's what all of them say!"

"I'm just checking to see if anything is damaged. Luckily for both of us, you'll need to be out for a short while. When you wake up, you won't even notice any time has passed."

"You must be out of your mind to think I'm going to let you poke around at my brain while I'm unconscious!"

"Alright, but you'll have to sit perfectly still for up to an hour while being fully aware as I open your skull and stick needles into your brain."

Starscream gulped. "Fine! But I swear if-"

Starscream's eyelids groggily blinked open. He rubbed his bully optics and confusedly scanned his surroundings. He was back in his bed.

"Wait, wasn't I in the?" Starscream drearily asked no one.

He could hear Chromedome's voice from beside his bed "See? Told you. Didn't even notice."

Starscream found himself genuinely taken aback by how quickly he went from sitting in Chromedome's office to lying back in his bed.

"But—What? How?" Was all the seeker could say in his still sleepy state.

"Just a little concoction Brainstorm made. But it's difficult to manufacture and we don't have much on the Ark." Chromedome crossed his arms. "So don't keep going around and getting whacked in the helm by Decepticons!" Chromedome cleared his throat before continuing. "Luckily, you did not receive any damage to your brain. Er, not from any recently acquired injuries anyways."

"Good. So you can go and leave me alone now, yes?" Starscream said.

"Not quite, Starscream. There were some things I noticed that you might want to know about."

Starscream felt a flicker of anxiety in his spark.

Chromedome may have sensed this, as he reassured the seeker, "Don't worry, it's not what you think. You're not sick."

Starscream let out a small vent of relief.

"If I may ask," Chromedome started. "Have you ever gotten a memory cell removal procedure done?"

"No!" Starscream's optics darted away from Chromedome's. ".......alright. Maybe once or twice."

"Once or twice? That's interesting. Because you have an extremely high number of memory cells missing, and all of them look surgically removed."

"What? That's absurd!

"I'm very being serious here. Entire cycles worth of cells appear to be completely missing from your memory bank."

"Shit, how hard did Barricade hit me?!"

"Not hard enough to do this. Like I said, these are surgically removed. You must have gotten the cell removal procedure done several times throughout your life."

Starscream sat himself up with a groan, the painkillers starting to wear off. "I can't believe this. You better not be lying to me!"

"You could see for yourself with a cortical psychic patch, you know," Chromedome suggested.

Starscream thought for a moment. "Hrmm" He grunted. "I'll consider it." He took a moment to stretch out his uninjured left wing. "Right now just want to get out of here."

"Just hang in there for one more day. And try not to kill anyone in the meantime." Chromedome gave his patient a thumbs up.

Chromedome soon left, and Starscream was once again alone with an unconscious Ironhide. It was already nighttime by the end of his procedure and he was still quite tired, but he could feel the painkiller wear off as the minutes ticked by. He wanted to go into recharge mode before the pain became too severe, but he was kept awake by his racing thoughts.

"If I got rid of all those memories, then it must have been for a good reason! I should trust my past self. I am impressively intelligent, after all. There is nothing to worry about. Why would I hide anything from MYSELF? Hahahaha ...................Aside from maybe a few of the times Megatron bested me...... And perhaps some regretful interfacing.... And the memory of Skyfire leaving...... But those memories are gone for a reason! This does not bother me at all in any way whatsoever!"

Starscream shut his optics and tried to relax, but it was hopeless. Between the sounds of the machines keeping his roommate alive, Starscream's restless mind, and his increasing pain, the seeker could tell this would be another long night.

[the-music-maniac]

random rant incoming

Y'know, while I think the ship of Kazurei is absolutely adorable, I'm also perfectly happy with Kazuki and Rei being purely friends, cause tbh I love the idea of platonic love and unconventional families and two het men not being absolutely terrified of being conceived as gay with that no homo shit because they don't see it as an issue, and just raising a child together with a friend - we need more media representation of platonic love and unconventional families and they're so adorable and I love how the show depicts them already -

H O W E V E R

The homophobic people I've been seeing online going "oh thank god they're not gay, NOW I can watch it" or just refusing to watch it because they STILL think two totally platonic guy best friends raising a kid together is too "gay"????  It's pissing me off. Enough that I want to ship them even harder out of spite - draw a shit ton of Kazurei fanart and make their eyes bleed. I already liked this ship, it's fucking adorable, but my shipping was also 100% casual. Not ride or die. I would be perfectly happy with them as platonic best friends raising an adorable 4 year old. But damn is that petty side of me taking over now.

I understand if people are tired of media putting too much importance on romantic relationships and not enough on platonic, it's an exasperation I totally understand and definitely feel as well. And of course you don't need to watch media that you aren't interested in, and I 100% understand if people just straight up don't like Kazuki and Rei together as anything but platonic because they don't think it fits! All of that is so valid. But I think it's the entitlement in these specific comments that piss me off. The implication of there being too much lgbtq+ rep nowadays, of all of it being too loud, oh no I can't get away from it, oh no, must you turn every single character gay??? You can't see a single straight person on tv! We aren't able to ignore your existence anymore, oh the humanity!  

I hate to break it to these dumbasses, but the internet has been shipping canonically platonic characters together since the beginning of the internet. The only difference is that they don't have any complaints about it if it's a platonic guy and girl friendship that’s being shipped romantically. It's just interesting how they only start finding an issue with romantic relationships overshadowing platonic ones when it's two people of the same gender. And the nature of these types of complaints piss me off because despite how much better lgbtq+ rep has gotten over the years, we are still so far from having enough rep in media. So many people have grown up with heteronormativity shoved so far down their throats (me included) that they didn't even realize what their sexuality was until adulthood! I can't even watch an insta reel of a guy and girl being best friends without the entire comments section talking about how they're secretly in love with each other! People look at me and their automatic reaction is always that I must only like the opposite gender, and if I happen to want to go on a date with a girl in public instead of a guy there will always that part of me that screams unsafe unsafe unsafe. And people can't even handle the existence of a cute little anime about two PLATONIC guy best friends raising a kid, or the existence of a fucking ship that isn't hurting anyone???? Give me a goddamned break

[underworld-park-offical]

CRAIG: Anyways, Spiriiiiit what's your name?

TOLKIEN: …. No

TOLKIEN: Fuck you mean NO??? 

KENNY: Wow Clyde, nice, you scared off the ghost.

KYLE: Probably because he shat himself everywhere

CLYDE: SHUT UP YOU KNOW I HAVE IBS

TOLKIEN: Yeah, he has IBS leave him alone

TOLKIEN: At least he washes his hands

KYLE: …… sure buddy, sure.

TOLKIEN: Whatever…. He may be a walking shitsack, but he's MY walking shitsack

CLYDE: STOPPPP I'M GONNA CRYYYY

KENNY: By the way, Ghost says cuz

STAN: Like… as in just cuz or cousin?

KENNY: “just cuz” you dumbass

CRAIG: I was about to say, Sweet Home Alabama

CRAIG: Tell me you are from Colorado without telling me you're from Colorado

TOLKIEN: Can I strangle him? Can I strangle him, please?

CRAIG: Fine but do you want to strangle me or double it and give it to the next person?

TOLKIEN: I swear to god Craig

CRAIG: lmao hey spirit or demon or something, if you do something funny I'll post it to every social media I have and it’ll get like,

CRAIG: millions of views

CRAIG: Please I will give creds in the description

CLYDE: NOOOO PLEASE I WILL SHIT MYSELF AGAIN

KYLE: You said that like, Fifty Times already.

CLYDE:WAHGYHFIKYJDIYFOUGUUJULUJGBLUWATERMELONUGKYHFMKYFILMTYFLTDLUFY

CRAIG: LMAO not you saying watermelon

CRAIG: Omg it's like that one TikTok sound

CRAIG: Watermelon sugar high…. watermelon sugar hi…. watermelon sugar hiii..

TOLKIEN: Kill him. Kill him right now ghost

CRAIG: You can't kill me, oim ‘arry stoyles…

KENNY: Guys shhhh

KENNY: The door opened

KENNY: Wait wait wait how did it open???

STAN: IT'S THE FUCKING FBI WERE GONNA DIE IT'S THE FEDS

KYLE: ….No…. I think that's just the wind….you dumbass

STAN: WIND INDOORS??? BULLSHIT!!! THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BELIEVE 

KENNY: Unless the wind came from Clyde haha

CLYDE: OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE SO MEAN!!!!

CRAIG: Hold on let me take a pic of this

JIMMY: R-r-r-read the r-r-room, Craig

CRAIG: The room can wait, I need to do a status update

CRAIG: Omg that rhymed

CRAIG: Guys I'm literally Eminem

JIMMY: Th-th-this is n-n-n-not the t-t-t-time to b-b-be on the g-g-gram, we-we-were ab-b-b-bout to d-die

CRAIG: At least I'm slaying rn

CRAIG: You hoes is ugly

TOLKIEN: Gayest shit I’ve ever heard

CRAIG: Don’t talk to me when I get 1 million

CRAIG: ...

CRAIG: Ew this photos fugly

CRAIG: I'm deleting this shit omfg

CRAIG: It's not giving

KYLE: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

KYLE: WAIT YOU DUMB DUNKIN DONUTS LOVING HOT CHEETO CRUNCHING FAKE NAIL CLICKING BASIC ASS BITCH

CRAIG: OMFG GOD NOT YOU INTERRUPTING ME DELETING A PIC

CRAIG: WTF DO YOU WANT??

KYLE: See that glitchy shit on your phone?

CRAIG: Yeah, that's why I'm deleting this fugly asf photo

CRAIG: It's the stupidity for me.

KYLE: That's probably the ghost

KYLE: Haven’t you seen like

KYLE: ANY movies?

CRAIG: Only like

CRAIG: Whats popular

CRAIG: Like Kissing Booth and Tall Girl

KYLE: ….You know what?

KYLE: I'm out

KYLE: I can't handle being around your two cent Charli D'amelio ass anymore

KYLE: You guys can get haunted without me

KYLE: I’m officially, OUT

(EDITS MADE BY @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan

[xaytheloser]

poor shadow and burning are probably just like "WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID YOU BOTH GET BRAINWASHED BY THAT FAE KING FUCK?-"

Meanwhile benign and eternal are just looking between each other like "...*sigh* we signed up for these dumbasses we gotta deal with 'em."

Also- I can imagine eternal trying to apologize to benign a little bit later on, like after a small talk with Elder Faerie about where they all stand

Eternal's all nervous and rubbing their arm while they wait for Benign, constantly fidgeting with her own feathers and looking around until Benign shows up, to which they start rambling, trying to explain stuff but ultimately being told by Benign to just get to the point

Eternal has to hype herself up with a deep breath before she says anything, and it goes something like this once they finally start talking again:

"I'm really sorry, Benign Butter. I understand if you're still upset with me, but I'm sorry nonetheless. We all missed you a lot, I, we, still do. We still love you as well, but I understand if you don't share those feelings anymore, at least not in the same way as before."

"...Eternal Sugar..."

"I know I fucked up a lot- I let a lot of people die and I killed a lot of people myself and I am, so sorry for that- I can't bring back those lives, but I hope I can make up for the damages I've caused-"

"Eternal Sugar-"

"I hope-"

Benign probably proceeds to shut Eternal up by kissing her (much to their surprise), followed by quietly reassuring her she forgives them

Reassuring her that while yes they do have a lot to work on and make up for, Benign is more than willing to help her do so

Eternal Sugar ends up metaphorically melting into a puddle of gooey giggles whilst smothering Benign with affection because "yay my wife still loves me"

Elder Faerie and Eternal Sugar end up on surprisingly good terms with Eternal warming up to him gradually whilst he shows them around the faerie kingdom and teaches them about what's changed over the years, even if she's already heard everything from Shadow in the past (ain't got no memory of jack shit he's said)

Do Eternal, Elder, and Benign end up in a way less doomed polycule than before? Possibly! With a likely distressed Eternal because poor birdy got no clue how to handle feeling about Elder Faerie because for the longest time they were used to disliking him and now her feelings are complicated because she's not sure she dislikes him anymore (he seems nice and Benign likes him) but she does not want to acknowledge that she might like him as anything more than a friend

Elder Faerie is in fact not experiencing the same distress because I can see him as being a very accepting and blunt person so the moment he realizes he's catching feelings he's just like "Ah, yes, the wife of my wife will now also be my wife. Hopefully." and proceeds to talk with Benign before following through with whatever fae courting gestures there are (like maybe making songs about the person, that seems like something they'd do)

Oops I'm rambling *skitters away*

NO PLEASE RAMBLE MORE!!! /SILLY

YOUR BRAINWORMS ARE BECOMING MY BRAINWORMS!!!

I love the idea of the less doomed polycule at the end, it's giving "this is my wife, Benign Butter, and this is Benign Butter's husband, Elder Faerie."/ref meanwhile, Burning Spice and Shadow Milk are screaming crying throwing up in their prison-

[seeyouspacecoyote]

Dumbass Record of Ragnarok modern A/U Whoopee: (feel free to ignore, this is just me brain dumping here)

All the fighters are stuck living together due to insane cost of living (probably in Southern California near the Bay Area but I haven't thought that part out in too much detail tbh.)

Two possible directions this can take depending on just how bad the cost of living is in whoop-de-doo fuck-ass universe #293423823423 and something: Either they all live together in one house or they're all split up into 3 different houses. The fighters from Rounds 1-4 live in one house, the fighters from Rounds 5-8 all live in another house, and the fighters from Rounds 9-13 all live in yet another house.

Absolutely none of them have a proper sense of how time works like at all.

Any house where Tesla spends any amount of time at all will randomly get a wall blown out at some random ass time when he's busy tinkering with some mechanical shit and accidentally forgets he's handling potentially explosive devices/materials.

Adam, Kojiro, Heracles, and Simo are probably the only people in the whole bunch who are actually tolerable to live with who actually spend any amount of time there.

Odin just fucking hangs himself from a tree (like he does in Norse Mythology,) and nobody ever sees him again. He's still perfectly alive, he just can't handle the bullshit of living with everyone else anymore.

Thor does almost nothing but garden, he plants tons of vegetables at a local community garden where he meets a nice woman who he befriends.

Leonidas will bitch about any inaccuracies on any History Channel show involving military history to anyone who will listen (and also those who don't care.) And don't get him started on Ancient Aliens.

Raiden will interrupt Leonidas when he's bitching about Ancient Aliens to theorize out loud about how big and fat and jiggly alien titties and ass-cheeks gotta be and goes on an unhinged hour long rant about how great it would be to get to fuck alien bitches with fat titties and fat asses.

Zeus got arrested in like 5 minutes after sexually harassing a door to door salesperson, but not before he purposely clogged all the toilets by pouring unleaded gasoline into them. Nobody's seen him since and nobody complains about it. At all.

Qin, Loki, Okita, Nostradamus, and Anubis are chronic TikTok users and use insufferable zoomer slang like constantly.

As a result, Tesla, Susanoo, Heracles, Thor, and Leonidas can barely communicate with them.

Leonidas still talks like he spent 5 day straight on Xbox Live Chat when he gets pissed off though.

Susanoo sometimes sprays Anubis with a hose like an actual dog. Nobody stops him because they either don't give a fuck or they're too scared of him to say anything.

Anubis climbs on the furniture, licks the walls, and occasionally eats dog treats like Shaggy from Scooby Doo.

Buddha takes Zero to shit like Electric Forest and Burning Man despite Zero likely not being mature enough to do that kind of shit.

Raiden steals Hajun's laptop at one point, finds out that he got "fat bitches fighting over food" on pornhub bookmarked on his computer and laughs at Hajun for it, Hajun responds by throwing a fire hydrant he stole from a random street at him.

Raiden unironically enjoys pro-wrestling.

Lu Bu, Chen Gong, the other random members of the Chinese army, Shiva, and Qin absolutely crush it in DDR.

Rasputin does nothing but post horrible edgy/racist shit on 4chan. Nobody ever sees him. Ever. He most definitely has piss bottles in his room. Heracles and Zero are terrified to even walk near there and honestly nobody blames them.

Jack bakes pies at suspicious times. Anyone who asks him what's in the pies never gets a straight answer. He always smells vaguely like cologne.

Susanoo works some horrible soul-sucking C-suite corporate job 100 hours a week and has a terrible cocaine habit so he can spend less time sleeping and work as much as possible so he can try to find someplace else to live asap. He always has bags under his eyes which he has to resort to hiding with concealer so people don't think he's some kind of deranged serial killer or something.

Susanoo may be able to hide his cocaine addiction surprisingly well, but he fails (entirely on accident,) to hide the fact that he has one of those mildly uninteresting/questionable secret NSFW daddy dom type tumblr accounts that you suspect are run by some middle aged cishet dude who has absolutely no idea what the rest of Tumblr's userbase actually uses the site for from Anubis and Okita.

Anubis and Okita roast him for it, Susanoo responds by pulling up Anubis's Sonic the Hedgehog/furry porn DeviantArt account and basically asking him "This you?" (though he talks too formally to actually say that exact phrase) and proceeds to doxx Anubis on the spot.

Anubis hisses at him and leaps out the nearest window.

Despite his best efforts to avoid reckless spending, Susanoo bought a hunting rifle and occasionally tries to shoot Anubis when he's getting on his nerves. Anubis always manages to dodge it though.

Poseidon, Hajun, and Beelzebub eat everyone's food whenever they feel like it.

Zero is usually the main target. Buddha always buys extra snacks for him though. He also takes fruit off of trees and brings it home with him for the same reason.

[janwixler]

Yes, I am THAT UnHinged Older sibling who gave their 16 year old sister to read the 'all for the game series'. it went very, interesting~ her in 'the foxhole court': "ShIT, Neil! WtF Are YOU Doing??!!" "pfftt, if Andrew wants to die he can go and do it" "yeah, no, I don't really Like Andrew." **literally starts making OCs and theories halfway through the book** "the neck thing is, something. hey, sis, can you demonstrate?" "Neil is LITERALLY rapping, like, shit! slay i guess?!" "Oh, I think seth will have a proper character development!" "wait, who died?" her in 'the raven king': "wow, Riko is soo cringe? like I'm not even intimidated, I'm just getting second hand embarrassment from them!" "whatt??!! only Renne and Neil knows Andrew is GAy?!! woow, not even Kevin huh." "andrew and kevin?! *dies laughing* " "oh, yeah, I'm in the part where they can't find Andrew in luther's house, lol. dude probably breaking stuff in the back." "oh. OH. OH?!!" "broo, neil literally snatched Andrew's hand inside his shirt?! neil, baby, you are a smartass with dumbass energy!" **blasting upbeat spanish music during the raven's part.** "I Can't handle Riko's cringe torture, okay? Like, THis Is NOT how Mafia or Yakuza works??!!"

her in 'the kings men': "okay, so, Andrew is that kind of lover-boy who would do anything his crush says, right?" "OH MY GWAD?! THIS EXPLICIT CONFESSION??!!" "The drama! The twin's drama! I can't, not anymore!" "whoa, sugar daddy Neil?! lovely!" **still making her OCs btw** "wow, I'm reading hella fast!" "junior? neil?" (spoiled her by saying riko is way too cringe to do an actual threat and let her guess who did that) "who did that? renne?" "THEY KISSED!!! FINALLY!!!" "you know what, I'm taking a break. Somehow this is nothing like all the brutal " so yep, she only read it upto chapter 9. I'm enjoying her (suffering) reading sooo much so far!! thoughts and prayers for her, lol!