#this is what that poll i was being so annoying about was about btw . to have sonic appear with knuckles in this art

[sonknuxadow]

FINALLY . SONIC AND KNUCKLES IMAGE

[kakusu-shipping]

I’m making this post for me for my brain for my sorting little thinker

The Ideal Polycule is of course made up of three different Self Ships, of which have their own separate S/Is with different dynamics and personalities. I, the real human person who smooches the full polycule, am sort of the combination of the three of them.

This is just a quick summery post of them as separate S/Is and their story as it currently is in their own Universe. I don’t know how to summarize things so forgive me I’m long winded.

Does any of that make sense? No? Cool keep scrolling. If you somehow understood that and want to know more, keep reading. Uh also Spoilers for Assassination Classroom and Danganronpa

Doctor Emile Hides - Assassination Classroom

Age: 20-21

Gender: Agender - He/Him

Sexuality: Panromantic, Asexual

Self Shipped with: Koro-Sensei

Other Affiliations: Karasuma + Irina (Friends), All of class 3-E (Students)

Most Prominent Traits:

Klutzy

Comically Bad at Cooking

Still learning Japanese

Arrives Late to most everything

Classic “boy genius” trope levels of Smart

Emile came to be the stand in Nurse for class 3-E soon after their return from Okinawa, where his medical knowledge would have surely been useful during the poisoning incident. It was a decision made by Karasuma, and urged by Koro-Sensei. The kids do some dangerous stuff, they could use an on sight professional.

He is not an assassin, nor does he plan to try his hand at killing Koro-Sensei, he’s just a collage student studying abroad who was picked up by Asano as a “good enough” for E Class.

Immediately he was fascinated by Koro-Sensei, or “Koro-San” as he calls him, and began doing his best to study the unkillable teacher in between bandaging students. Emile’s focus was Biology, and he eventually filled an entire notebook with questions and drawings about Koro-Sensei and, without much thought, presented it too the teacher, asking if he’d be willing to answer them.

Koro-Sensei agreed, filling out most of the questions in the notebook.. in Kanji. Which Emile couldn’t read. He also swore the Doctor not to show the book to anyone else, which Emile had agreed too. This was Koro-Sensei’s way of helping Emile learn Japanese.

The two spent a lot of time together after that, Koro-Sensei offering to tutor Emile in Japanese after class, which eventually lead to Koro-Sensei flying Emile home most nights, as they’d study so long in the faculty room Emile would miss the last train home.

Emile eventually confesses his romantic feelings for Koro-Sensei after soon after Reaper Time, and while Koro-Sensei is hesitant for multiple reasons, the two end up an official couple, which Koro-Sensei then cannot keep to himself and blabs about to the entire class.

During Winter Break Emile stays with Koro-Sensei in the empty Class E building, and studying possible ways to keep him from self destructing. This becomes his obsession until mid February on his birthday when Koro-Sensei finally convinces him to put it down and spend what time they have left together.

Emile wasn’t on the mountain during Koro-Sensei’s final moments, he’s not an assassin, he couldn’t evade the military like the students. Instead he called Nakamura to his apartment the night the students where infiltrating the mountain and asked her to deliver to Koro-Sensei his Birthday Cake, the first successful thing Emile had ever cooked.

Post timeskip Emile has settled into being a Manga artist, rather than going fully into the Medical Field like he had been expected to with how smart he was. He joins class 3-E in cleaning up the mountain every year on Koro-Sensei’s birthday, and brings homemade sweets for them every year.

The Ultimate Collector V2 - Danganronpa 3 (Despair Arc)

Age: 16-18 (unclear)

Gender: Trans Man - He/Him

Sexuality: Frayromantic, Panromantic, Asexual

Self Shipped with: Teruteru Hanamura

Other Affiliations: The Ultimate Collector V1 (twin brother), Hifumi + Celeste Chihiro + Kazuichi + Sonia + Gundham + Chiaki (Friends)

Most Prominent Traits:

Socially Anxious to the point of occasional Mutism

Picky Eater

Comically bad sense of direction

Has everything one could ever need in his bag at all times

Very OCD and protective of his things

Emile is a very quiet, shy, introverted person who, upon being separated from his twin brother, tended to keep to himself as much as possible and blend into the background. Being an Ultimate at Hope’s Peak didn’t really matter to him, he’d preferred to stay in his room with all his things nearby.

Moving to the dorms on campus was extra hard for Emile. Despite his title as the Ultimate collector the school didn’t allow him to bring his entire collection with him. Being so far away from all his favorite things was just too much stress for Emile, causing him to shut down even more than he would have already.

Teruteru Hanamura was the only one in the class to notice Emile didn’t eat lunch and took the responsibility to keep his classmate fed into his own hands. Despite Emile’s blatant refusal to speak, he didn’t mind being spoken to, leading to Teruteru to slowly, through questions and trials and errors, to learn what things Emile could and couldn’t eat as he shared his lunch with his fellow student every day.

Teruteru got use to one sided conversations. He took pleasure in cracking a smile on Emile’s face with his jokes, or when he’d say something so awful the quiet student couldn’t stop himself from unfurling to give him a slap on the shoulder. The first time Emile had the courage to speak to Teruteru sent him over the moon.

Emile only got better through Teruteru’s friendship. Despite being easily everyone’s least favorite classmate, Teruteru was still able to worm himself and Emile into group activities, forcing the collector into social situations that slowly opened him up to the rest of the class.

The next year, when Emile’s brother joined the 78th class as The Ultimate Collector Again, Emile found himself opening up even more, mingling between both classes along with Teruteru. Even joining an anime club his brother, Hifumi, and Celeste had started. 

When the biggest most awful most tragic event in human history struck, Emile fell into Despair along side the rest of his class, but instead of becoming an ultimate despair like them, folded in on himself again, shutting down into himself, becoming an immobile shell of a person.

Teruteru ended up taking Emile with him as he caused destruction and despair throughout the world, taking care of the other like a doll. At some point, due to his new cannibalistic habits, Teruteru safely removed and ate one of Emile’s legs.

Because of this, during the hope Program, Emile was considered more of a victim than an Ultimate Despair, and was not put into the simulation with the other students, but acted as more of a beta test to see if the system could work to recover the rest of his class from despair. During the events of the game Emile watches along side Future Foundation, waiting for his friends to come back to him.

Home-Run Hero; Gumball - My Hero Academia

Age: 29

Gender: Agender - He/Him

Sexuality: Panromantic, Asexual, Polyamourus

Self Shipped with: Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Other Affiliations: Tamaki Amajiki + Eijiro Kirishima + Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu + Momo Yoayorozu + Nirengeki Shoda (Adopted kids), Kendo Rappa (Taishi’s Stalker/Eventual addition to the polycule)

Quirk: Bubblegum - Gumball’s saliva has all the properties of Bubblegum. Upon being blown into a bubble, the gum will harden into a hard plastic ball, typically  around the size of a baseball.

Most Prominent Traits:

Affectionately a Bully

Extremely Agile

Will eat almost anything without question

Avid PDA offender on both Taishiro and their kids

Weak to Heat

Emile and Taishiro were classmates at Shiketsu High, their relationship started on one of annoyance, as Emile was far too touchy and nosy for Taishiro at the time. Emile sat in front of Taishiro, and took every spare moment to spin around and pester him with questions about himself, class, his quirk, the other students, and so on.

During their first sparring session, Taishiro was rather excited to have teacher’s permission to beat on the annoying kid who sat in front of him. However, due to his poor quirk management back in the day, Taishiro didn’t have near as much fat built up as he does now, and ended up on his ass at Emile’s hand multiple times.

After that, Emile was constantly offering Taishiro things to eat. Every time he turned around to talk to him in class, he’d come with something tasty and some tips on preserving fat cells. It took a while, but Taishiro eventually realized this was Emile’s attempts at being nice, in his own, slightly annoying ways, and slowly the two became real friends. Though Emile thought they were already besties.

Shiketsu is a very strict school, the students are to focus on their Hero Studies; No dating, no extra curriculars, strict curfews, ridged dorm expectations. Breaking the rules could risk immediate expulsion. But despite it all Emile ran free, broke curfew and snuck in and out whenever he pleased, typically dragging Taishiro along with him. He joined a local Baseball team without the school’s permission, and invited Taishiro to all his games. He had sleep over’s in his classmate’s rooms, and slept in the common area, and his contraband all throughout the dorms. The only rule he hadn’t actively broken was no dating.

Taishiro, slowly, found himself being thankful for that, because if that rule wasn’t in place, he’d asked Emile out right then and there. And if he’d found out his friend was dating someone, or asked someone out, Taishiro wasn’t sure his heart would ever recover.

Upon becoming Pro Heroes, Emile and Taishiro went their separate ways for a while. Emile falling more into the “Idol Hero” roll, as he joined a professional Quick Baseball League, where as Taishiro kept their high school streak of rule breaking alive and became an Undercover Hero breaking up fight clubs and chasing drug dealers under the radar. This is where most of their 20′s were spent.

They kept well in touch, back and forth whenever their schedules lined up, which was rare and always brief. Taishiro got better at saving up fat for his quirk, Emile became more and more of a heavy hitter, they grew older and wiser from their high school days of breaking out of the dorms at night, and eventually Emile confessed to Taishiro.

Soon after he joined the Fatgum agency, still playing Clean Up hitter for his own Baseball League, but mostly slowing down steadily into Hero Work, and apparently parenting as the Fatgum agency gains more and more interns every year.

[riddlerosehearts]

let it be known that if i ever say anything about rook causing a problem by voting for neige in something instead of vil i am 100% just making a dumb joke btw. that "most hated twst character" poll on twitter where rook and vil came out on top made me so annoyed when i saw it because nobody understands pomefiore and it's so sad. rook not only did literally nothing wrong by voting for RSA but was an incredibly good friend to do so. vil's whole character is defined by wanting to earn his achievements. he never would've been satisfied knowing that rook blindly voted for NRC out of obligation or pity after all of the problems that vil himself caused which led to their team not being at the top of their game. rook may be the huntsman and vil the queen but rook really only "betrayed" vil on a surface level, with the real betrayal that occurred in book 5 being from vil to his team's faith in him and to his own morals. and vil needs someone like rook who will call him out when he's done wrong and help him improve himself. canonically vil himself knows all of this and completely understands why rook voted for RSA. like this really isn't even character analysis it's just what's in. the. text. if you read the storyyyyy 😭

[eshithepetty]

LISTEN. I KNOWWW that the polls haven't even started, but I'm impatient, ok, I'm just putting this out there now cause I can't take it..... anyways - I've seen people do powerpoints as a way to campaign for their blorbos in the various polls that have been going on, so!! I thought I'd do one of my own for the @autismswagsummit ^^ as I simply can't pass on any chance to be brainrotted over this series, it seems...

ID under cut, as it's very long!

[ID: a powerpoint presentation campaigning for Mob from Mob Psycho 100. It's formatted in dark purples and pinks.

The first slide is the titlecard, differing from the main slides by having a pink holographic aura, like the ones from the show, as the background. The text says:

"#MOBSWEEP 2023

Aka why you should vote for Mob in the upcoming autistic swag summit. Please

(JK follow your own heart ^^ but for your consideration:)"

The second slide is titled: "Who is Mob, aka Kageyama Shigeo?" and below the text lists:

"Source: Mob Psycho 100, which is also where Reigen comes from;

The protagonist! Only with background character syndrome (which is why he’s named ‘Mob’ – it’s kinda like naming your protag ‘John Doe’ lol);

A 14 year old with the psychic strength to destroy the world. Which he’s not very happy about actually;

Cause really, he’s just a nice, gentle boy who simply wants to improve and impress his crush by getting swole :) Oh, and he also experiences the horrors. Btw."

On the right of this text, there are two images: One is a zoomed in screenshot of Mob, his face blank and confused, and the other is an official art of the show, depicting Mob in the center, aura glowing, with many of the show's other characters around him, with the show's title at the bottom of the image.

The third slide's title is "Ok but tell me more about the autism", and below, the text says:

"Gladly ^^

Ok, first off – symptoms:

Bad at reading social cues, detecting sarcasm, lies, etc.;

Struggles with recognizing/expressing emotions. Has what could be called psychic meltdowns;

Very honest and blunt, sometimes appearing ‘ruthless’ as a result;

Explicitly low empathy, in that he can’t feel what others are feeling;

Actually very compassionate, and follows a really strict moral code;"

There are no images in this or the next slide.

The fourth slide is a continuation of the previous, with the text being:

"Abnormal reaction to sensations, but instead of overreacting, he underreacts, rarely responding to physical touch and disturbing imagery. Has shown to be at times sensitive to loud sounds, however;

Prefers following a routine. One of his biggest conflicts with Reigen literally arise from the man often calling him out of the blue and making him suddenly adapt, which Mob finds really annoying/upsetting;

Struggles in school. Explicitly bad at math, japanese and PE (really passionate about the latter tho), which could be for a variety of reasons, autism related conditions (like dyscalculia/dyslexia/dyspraxia) being one of them;

Has felt like an outcast for most of his life. Even if he grew up in a pretty loving environment, he recognizes that he is different to others, and people sometimes treat him as such (in a /neg way);

His main arc is about overcoming trauma and… just masking (and how to stop doing it), pretty much, lol."

The fifth slide, in contrast, is mostly just images, placed upon a white background. The title for this one is "Alternatively, just look at him:"

The images, from top to down, and then left to right, are:

Three cropped subtitles out of screenshots of the show, which say:

"I'm sure I just got the wrong idea again. How embarrassing."

"He's detached from urban legends, fads, and other hot topics among people."

"You just can't lie, can you?"

The fourth is a cropped screenshot of Mob's explosion meter. Both in Japanese and English. Specifically, it says: "Progress towards Mob's explosion: 92%". Additionally, there is an annotation above this image, saying: "Literally has a meltdown meter ksfdks"

In-between these and the next column of images, there is also a transparent image of Mob, him standing stiffly, faced towards the camera, his standard, blank expression with a small smile on his face.

The next column of images goes like this:

A screenshot from the show, done in paint on glass, of various kids towering over Mob, who's standing in the middle of the image, small. Their expressions wary, from sneering, to frowning, to looking disgusted. The subtitles at the bottom say, with one part blocked out due to spoilers: "[spoilers] didn't treat me any differently even though I could use psychic powers."

Next two are cropped dialogues as well. They say:

"This version of him was created from being suppressed and locked away."

"Social skills like that are beyond you."

And on the right of the slide is one vertical image, showing one of Mob's books, with the subtitles translating the Japanese title of the book as "The Proper Way of Reading the Room". Next to this one, there is also an annotation, saying: "He has a book on learning social cues :’)" That's all for this slide.

The sixth slide is titled "Is he good rep though?" Text below is:

"Well, to answer the first thing relevant to this question… no, he’s not actually confirmed canon autistic. But c’mon.. it’s so obvious. This kid is not fucking allistic like c’monnnn

Of course, what people consider good and bad rep is gonna vary from person to person. But to explain why a lot of people see him as very positive rep:

"1) He’s the main character, so he gets the most spotlight, and the narrative is formed around his pov, in that we only see things that are relevant to Mob, and visually things are often represented in the way Mob sees them as well (take the body improvement club or Tsubomi, for example), which puts all viewers soundly in his shoes and makes him easy to relate to and sympathize with, and makes it clear how important his emotions and view of things really are;"

On the right of this are 3 images against a white background. The first one is a screenshot of the Body Improvement Club - 5 very buff and large dudes - standing against an explosively red and yellow background, with all of them enthusiastically flexing. The caption below that is "The body improvement club! ...they're supposed to be middle schoolers lol".

The next two, below the first one, are two screenshots of Tsubomi. The one on the left has her smiling, her eyes wide and bright, the background being pastel pinks and yellows. The one on the right, however, has her frowning, the background turned black, her eyes dark and disinterested. The caption below says: "Tsubomi :) And how her design subtly changes alongside Mob’s view of her".

The seventh slide is a continuation of the previous, with the text being:

"2) He’s a very well rounded character, with well thought out strengths, flaws, motives, and his overall story is very cohesive and satisfying; 3) His autistic traits are portrayed neutrally – in both where they help, and where they can cause conflict. It balances between him learning what things he would benefit to address and deal with, and what things he shouldn’t be trying to change at all, and as the whole message of the show emphasizes – he is no more or less special than anyone, no more or less of a person – he is simply human, and his autistic traits are just part of what makes him himself."

This one has images next to it as well. The first one is a screenshot of Reigen looking towards the camera (at an off-screen Mob), hand to his chin, eyebrow raised and smiling, some food crumbs still stuck to his face, as he says: "Today you happened to save some people that only you could have saved." Next to it is the annotation: "Reigen reassuring Mob about how his inability to read the room and feel empathy actually can be a huge benefit sometimes :)"

The next image below is a zoom in of Mob's face, his eyes shadowed by his hair, the scene's lighting dark, as he says: "I'm not being mocked, nor am I easily taken advantage of." The annotation next to this one says "Mob learning to recognize his emotions and assert himself better as the story goes on!"

And the last two images is a screenshotted dialogue, saying "You don't think changing yourself for someone you love is natural?" "I don't. At least, not when we're talking about [spoilers]" (The last bit is blocked out again).

The eight slide is also a continuation. The text says:

"4) He is loved. Loved by his friends, his family, his allies… even most villains come to take a liking to him. In fact, he’s something I haven’t seen many autistic characters be – he’s admired! So many characters, and even viewers of the show I’ve found, really admire him and want to be more like him. And not because he’s a perfect person, or super smart or anything, but because he sincerely tries his best. And I just really appreciate that, personally,, 5) And more than just loved, he is accepted – the whole main arc and the resolution of his story centers around that, around how important it is to feel accepted by the people around you, in all your entirety, no matter how strange or destructive you may feel yourself to be. And how you need to come to accept yourself in the same way as well. I just think that’s a really sweet in a story centering around a neurodivergent person :’)"

And the images next to it are as follows:

A screenshot of dialogue from the show, saying: "At first glance, Mob may seem unreliable, but his strength is undeniable." The annotation clarifies with: "The ‘strength’ in question, in this case, being Mob’s ability to reach out to people ^^";

A screenshot of Teru placed against a blindingly white background, him grinning widely, looking down, eyes shining, as he says: "I knew it, you really are amazing!". Next to him, there is a small caption of "Lol gayass /pos";

And a screenshot of Mob, in the bottom center of the image, small, as he is surrounded by various characters. Most of them are smiling encouragingly, with the ones closest to him, like Reigen, Ritsu, Dimple, Teru and Tsubomi, being bigger and placed in the front. A small caption at the top says: "He has so many friends and allies ueueeueueue.."

The ninth slide is titled "Additionally:" and the text lists:

"Psychic powers as a metaphor for being nd/othered, if that suits your fancy;

His design is iconic and versatile;

The boy has. Issues;;

There are many other characters in mp100 who can be read as autistic. Not a single neurotypical in this show /hj

Mob has more than just autism swag. I’ve seen people with bipolar disorder, ADHD, anxiety and those who are plural (etc.) also relate to him :)

He is simply the Boy ever"

Next to the last line is a small, low quality image of Mob smiling from the manga. The rest of the images, on the right, are:

The meme "I can be your angle....or yuour devil", with images of Mob instead - on the left, him smiling brightly and blushing, placed upon a colorful magenta background, and on the right, a panel from the manga: Mob in one of his explosion states, surrounded by fire, face shadowed, hair pushed back by his powers and waving in the air, and his eyes, wide and eerie, being the only features on his face that are visible.

On the right of these images, there is a smaller one, of Mob in another one of his explosion states (the one from episode 3, season 1 of the anime). He is facing to the side, aura surrounding him, hair pushed back by his powers and his eyes a glower. His pupils are red.

Below these, there are three images of, in order, Serizawa, Tome and Ritsu. Serizawa is sweating, nervous, Tome is sweating even more and yelling into a phone, and Ritsu is simply glaring towards the camera. The annotation pointing to them says: "A few of the other autistic blorbos in question :] (as I personally see them at least)".

And the last is a panel from the manga, of Mob sobbing, tears and drool dripping messily down his face, his hair waving in the air. His expression is somewhat blank despite the clear distress, and the text boxes next to him read: "His tears won't stop. It's an emotion he has never experienced before."

And the tenth, final slide, is formatted the same as the titlecard with the pink aura background, and says:

"Thank you if you got this far <3

Have good days everyones, and remember, the true win for autism is the fun we had along the way :]

Buh bye!! ^_^"

Around this text, there are various images of Mob. Counter clockwise, starting at the left corner:

A low quality screenshot of Mob flying in the air;

Mob, in his puppy hoodie, sweating in distress as he points at a vase;

Mob caught mid smear frame, his leg kicked high in the air as he jumps, his school bag swinging to the side, his expression comically flustered.

A panel from the manga. Mob's eyes are shadowed, chopsticks held to his face, as he stares to the side and says "Tch... Shut up and eat.";

A Mob in an alleyway from the anime, smiling, pointing and looking up and to the left (the center of the slide);

A photo of a Mob plushie tucked into bed;

A low quality screenshot of Mob, standing against a wire fence, facing forwards, his eyes appearing a bit angry due to his hair cowering them.

End ID.]

[obsessivestar]

'What If It's All A RomCom?' - A Ted Nivison x Reader

{{-Welcome to Chapter 8! Thanks for everyone that voted in the poll BTW. I don't know when I'll incorporate it into the fic but I do have another question for y'all: how much smut are you ok with being in this LMAO cause uhh...ya girls got some ideas but I don't wanna overfill it, yknow? Pls let me know, thanks, love ya to death ♡-}}

//General Warnings: 18+ Fic, (Minors dni), Reader is implied to be afab and under 5'5

Chapter Warnings: Little bit of conflict, suggestive flirting maybe??? uhhh yeah\\

Word Count: 4.5k

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Chapter 8: How Do You Feel?

I try to move to the makeup team before Joe can catch up to me, but I feel him grab the back of my shirt to pull me back and turn me around, scowling at me. "When the fuck were you going to tell me?" Joe frowns at me, trying to keep his angry voice down so the others couldn't hear us. "Joe, I was--" I try to speak up, but Joe cuts me off.

"Look, I backed off after I saw the way he looked at you that night we played Jackbox, but you promised me you'd say if anything more happened."

"I know! I was--" I'm cut off again.

"Like, what was that? And what was with the kiss you guys filmed?"

"Okay that was different, that was for the--"

"Oh don't! Inviting him into your room was NOT for the play."

"I didn't invite--"

"Like how long has this been going on?"

"It literally--"

"Why didn't you tell me after the first time?"

"Holy fuck, Joseph! That WAS the first time!"

I have to strengthen the tone of my voice to finally overpower his frustrated ramblings, but I was a tad too loud. Some of the film crew had turned around and looked at us. The scene looked right out of a sitcom. I let out a heavy sigh and grab Joe's arm, leading him over to the stairs to talk to him privately, properly.

"You gotta let me get a fucking word in, Joseph.." I huff at him, speaking a little quieter as we move to the top of the stairs. "I was literally going to tell you before I went and got my makeup done. That's the only night we've spent together."

"So you guys literally just slept together, last night." Joe asks, phrasing it more like a statement.

"Yes. Tanner passed out in his room last night so he came into mine to work on stuff. Then...I don't fucking know, one thing led to another and we slept together."

"So why did he just kiss you like it's been a thing?"

"I don't know! He just--" I pause with an annoyed groan, shaking my head a little. "Probably to fuck with me."

"To fuck with you."

"Yeah, cause I told him I was gonna tell you. He was fucking with me."

"He knew you were gonna tell me?"

"Yeah! And he was fine with it. He just didn't know when or if he wanted the others to know."

"Really???"

"Yes!"

"So..." Joe's frustration quickly turns into amusement, his smile turning upside down like he was trying not to laugh. "So he just did that? Himself?"

"You mean kiss me in front of everybody? Yes. He's a prick.."

"And he didn't tell you he was going to do that?"

"No. It's taking all of me not to grab one of the water bottles and chuck it as his fucking head." I rub my forehead with my hand, trying to calm my frustration with him. It was a ridiculous way to reveal we were seeing each other, even though it was a little cute. "He could've talked to them about it later."

"Ted isn't a talker." Joe admitted with a shrug. "He doen't really...talk or ask, he just does. He didn't even ask if he was invited to my wedding, he just showed me the blue suit he was going to wear and I sent him the invite after."

"Well he was certainly a talker last night.." I mumble to myself, an annoyed sigh leaving me. I definitely intend to talk to Ted about this afterward, especially if we do intend to keep seeing each other like this. I'd be fine with him kissing me like that in front of Dan, Tanner and Joe, but I'd prefer it if the film crew were none the wiser, especially since we have yet to label anything between us.

"...How was he last night?" Joe asked with a mischievous smile on his face, nudging me with his shoulder a little to get a rise out of me. I relax a little, a smile sneaking its way across my lips.

"...Okay, you want me to be for real?" I ask him

"Abso-fucking-lutely! I need the tea." Joe snickered, nudging me a little again. "Come on, I gotta know, and I know you definitely wanna talk about it.."

I playfully roll my eyes at that statement, but he's not wrong. "...Well.." I pause for a moment, a blush appearing along my cheeks as I think back to last night. I recall the moment I realized he was going down on me, hearing him groan against my skin...

"...He knows where it is."

"Where what is?....AHHHH!"

Joe screeches in excitement at my statement and grabs my shoulders to shake me a little, definitely remembering the conversation we were having with Dan and Tanner before. I start laughing, trying to calm Joseph down from his almost animated-like elation. "(Y/N)! Oh my god!" Joe continues to cackle, covering his mouth when I shush him loudly. "Fuckin' get it, girl!"

"Okay, settle down.." I try to calm Joe down, chuckling a little at his excitement.

"Was he good? Is he good?" Joe continues to ask me questions, poking at me as if to prod the answers out of me. His constant interest in how Ted was last night was pretty funny, I gotta admit, and man...he was right, I wanted to talk about it.

"Oh my god, he was good. God, was he good.." I admit with a breathy giggle, getting another little excited screech out of Joe. "He kissed me and it was like...nothing else but this moment mattered, y'know? I fell right into his hands. The way he touched me was so...personal, and the dude treated me like I was his last meal, and afterward? Oh my god, his stamina, his voice, his..." I pause for a moment with a bashful little smile, nudging Joe a little without finishing my sentence. He knew what I was talking about.

"Would you sleep with him again?" Joe asks after a moment with a big smile.

"You kidding me? I hope Tanner falls asleep in his room again.." I admit with a laugh, getting a good cackle out of Joe as well. "100% I'd sleep with him again. God, he's hot."

"You guys are hot together."

"No, but he's super hot. And tall. Oh God, he's tall.." I admit with a heavy blush. "I'm not even a height kind of girl, but he towers over me. I can't look at him anymore without just...thinking."

"Thinking about him?"

"Thinking about what he could do to me.."

Joe and I both laugh together again. It honestly felt so good to talk to someone about all of the crazy thoughts that go through my head. I was hoping Joe would relax fully and allow me to gossip with him more often about this, especially if I sleep with Ted again. I appreciate protective Joe, but I like drama Joe a little better, at least in this case.

"Cmon, I wanna watch the makeup team work on you."

"They're probably wondering where I am."

Joe and I chuckle as we get up from the top of the stairs to head back into the living room. They had built like a mini tent, decorated with lots of bright lights and some partitions around to help make the area its own room, in a way. It wasn't the prettiest makeup room, but it's what we had and it worked. I take a seat down in front of the makeup station, which is the most expensive looking part of the area. We had an entire desk with a big mirror with a bunch of lights around it to really light up my face and all the makeup on the desk was top-notch quality, too. I didn't know Tanner even knew about all these brands.

Joe hung out with me as the makeup team worked on me, sitting somewhat behind me in a chair so we could talk in the mirror. We made sure not to make the conversation about Ted since we were around other people, but Joe would occasionally make subtle references to last night just to mess with me, it almost ruined my makeup at one point. He had made me laugh and I looked down with an embarrassed smile while they were putting eyeliner on me, almost made them put a huge black streak across my face. It just made us laugh more.

They had tried on a bunch of different formal makeup styles on my face, going through the decades of history before moving onto more fantasy looks. At one point, I looked like an elf straight out of Dragon Age, vallaslin and all. Tanner had hired a great team, I was taking a ton of photos and genuinely enjoying myself. A final look wasn't decided on right away so I watched as the removed the last bit of test makeup after an hour or two. Since we'd be filming a bit more today, they gave me a more natural appearance with their makeup before sending me back out.

At this point, the kitchen had been cleared of any extra food and garbage, say for a few donuts still in a single box. Ted isn't anywhere to be seen, but I see Dan and Tanner setting up some cameras over by the kitchen, looking like they were adjusting them. I let out a sigh, wondering what Ted had said to them once Joe and I went to the stairs. I suppose I should probably get their input on this whole thing as well. I was fine talking to Tanner, but I hadn't known Dan for very long at this point. He was a cool guy and all, but it's just...strange.

I approach them, sheepishly holding one of my arms behind my back.

"Hey, is everything almost ready?" I decide to ask them watching as Dan moved in front of the camera while Tanner looked through it. "Yep. Almost. Just...adjusting the focus.." Tanner replied, a little grunt leaving him as he stood up straight to adjust the length of the camera's stand. He wasn't making a particular expression related to what happened earlier. Neither was Dan. Maybe they don't know if I wanted to talk about it. That's understandable.

"Where's, uh...where's Ted?" I ask another question, the air feeling a little awkward at Tanner and Dan's normal demeanor.

"He went back upstairs again." Tanner answered, keeping his eyes on the camera.

"Again? Why?"

"Because he's getting a sweater for the wet scene"

I furrow my brows at Tanner. "The what scene?"

"The wet scene. You don't remember the wet scene?"

I look and feel extremely confused. Tanner keeps repeating 'wet scene' to me like I should know what he's talking about, but I genuinely don't. Christ, it's not like I was drunk last night or anything, why am I so scatterbrained all of a sudden?

"We're taking the pool out and filming the wet scene." He speaks again, moving away from the camera to look at me fully. He doesn't seem phased by the fact that I'm visibly confused.

"OK, uh...Tanner?"

"Yeah?"

"Assume that I have...no fucking idea what you're talking about."

"Okay."

"What's 'the wet scene'?"

"OK, so, yknow how we have the pool out back?"

"No."

"Ok--" Tanner chuckles a little at my confusion. "So there's that big section of the house at the side I tell people to be careful around, because there's actually a pool underneath all that. It's fake grass and everything. We're taking the pool out, getting some stuff in there and bringing Ted out. The wet scene is him pushing you into the pool with your clothes on. Then he gives you the sweater to wear."

I blush a little after Tanner explains how the scene is going to go. It's funny, I actually did remember that this Airbnb came with a pool but when we went outside that one time and I didn't see it, I just assumed whoever had put the place up had lied. It happens. Now I'm learning Ted is going to have to push me into this pool, apparently soaking my current clothes. Wonderful.

"Do I get to push him back at all?" I asked with a smirk, crossing my arms.

"I mean, not for the scene, but we can probably use the pool when we're not filming."

"Is it a big pool?"

"Oh yeah, it's got an attached hot tub too."

"Ha." I grin with a little head nod. "Let's go."

Tanner chuckles a little at me, moving back over to the camera before giving Dan a little thumbs up, letting him move away from the frame.

"You should let her push him first." Dan suggested with a smile. "Even just off camera."

"Why?" Tanner looked up from the camera with a raised brow.

"Because he kissed her in front of us."

Another blush appears along my face, an annoyed sigh leaving me. "I'm sorry about that, by the way." I speak up, my smile turning into a little frown. "I didn't tell him to--"

"Oh, we know." Tanner admits, cutting me off a little.

"Yeah, he told us everything." Dan admitted with a smirk, pulling up one of the spare chairs laying around to sit down. "Well, not personal stuff but he apologized and let us know that you're a thing."

So he apologized to them before he apologized to me. Then again, I was in the makeup room. He probably didn't want to pull me away from their job. I better get an apology later though.

"So...how do you guys feel about it?" I ask with a nervous smile, holding both of my hands in front of me.

"I mean..." Tanner pauses, chuckling a little as if to fill silence. "How does Joe feel about it, is what I want to know."

"He's...happy about it, actually. A little too happy." My smile grows, giving a little shrug.

"Then as long as it doesn't effect production, I'm happy too." Tanner nods a little at me before giving a shrug of his own. "I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner."

"Aw, we should've made a bet the other night! Dan groaned playfully at Tanner with a little laugh.

"We should've! I would've won!" Tanner grinned, scoffing at the lost opportunity. That implies he knew Ted and I would've slept together last night.

"Jesus christ." I look up a at the ceiling and laugh, shaking my head. "Was everyone expecting this to happen except me?"

"Yes." "Yes." Tanner and Dan reply in unison, getting an eye roll from me in response.

Ted comes back downstairs with a full white sweater in his hands, a knowing smirk on his face when he sees me talking to Tanner and Dan. I turn back to look at him, giving him a stern squint. I don't care how handsome he looks, I don't care that his stubble is perfectly shaping his face, I don't care that his eyes are twinkling in my direction, I don't even care that all of my friends have seemingly been shipping us since the beginning, I'm still upset with him and his dramatics from earlier.

"Oooh, she still mad?" Ted asks with a little purr, placing the sweater down in the kitchen counter before approaching the 3 of us, putting his hands on his hips.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here, please." I huff, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "What happened to 'I'll think about it'?" I ask him, referencing what he told me before we left my room.

"I did think about it." Ted replied simply. "When you smiled at me, I'd made up my mind."

"So you thought the best way to let everyone know we're seeing each other was to kiss me in front of them?"

"No, I just wanted to kiss you."

"You just wanted to kiss me?"

"Yeah. You looked cute. I wanted to kiss you."

I resist the urge to smile at him, trying to show that I was serious, regardless of how sweet he was being. "Yeah, well...it was a real prick move.." I mutter a little, looking down at my hands. "You could've at least let me tell Joe first."

"Why, was he upset?"

"Yes, he thought I was hiding it from him. He thought we had..." I pause, turning to look over at Dan and Tanner. They quickly move to try and look busy, but I knew they were listening. "...been seeing each other since we played Jackbox that one night."

"Honestly, kinda valid, I should've knocked on your door sooner."

"Ted..." I scowl at him.

"Okay, okay.." Ted chuckles and let's out a little sigh at my response, bringing one of his hands up to scratch the back of his head. "Alright I'm sorry. It was stupid of me.." Ted finally apologized. "You were just...I wanted to kiss you."

"Yeah, I get it, you wanted to kiss me."

"Do you blame me? You're very kissable, alright? I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?"

I don't respond right away, gazing up at him as I think to myself. I can't tell if he's buttering me up to calm me down, or if he's really just trying to be affectionate. Either of those options are both annoying and sweet to me. At least he's apologizing, I guess. It sounds genuine enough.

"...I should smack you." An affectionate smile creeps along my lips, uncrossing my arms to relax a little.

"Would that make you feel better?" Ted crosses his arms with a little grin, raising his eyebrows at me.

"I don't think you need to hit him." Tanner added with a smirk, moving over to the kitchen to grab a water bottle.

"She wants to humiliate me back, I already know." Ted explained, giving a mocking chuckle. "She's gonna spit on me or somethin'"

"Fucking spit on you? Jesus.." I scoff at Ted, furrowing my brows at him. "I feel like you'd like that."

"If it's you and you kissed me after, maybe.."

"You're disgusting."

"Oh yeah, I know. I see that you like it though..."

The confidence Ted constantly exudes was both irritating and attractive. He reads me like a book; I both hate it and love it. All I can do is roll my eyes, giving Ted a little push on his shoulder as a response. I sigh when he chuckles at me, a little smile making the corners of my mouth creep up.

"Alright guys, let's leave some of the flirting for the camera.." Dan smiles at us, gesturing to the backdoor to herd us outside for the next scene. Most of the crew had moved outside with some other cameras and had even gotten the pool all set up. There were some folding chairs laid out with some umbrellas attached to them, along with some towels and little empty glasses that were sat on the little tables next to the chairs. They had thrown some toys into the pool to really add to the atmosphere.

Apparently, Ted and I would be having a few scenes near this pool, one particularly at night that would involve a kiss. Now that I was more comfortable with him, I was looking forward to any more scenes where we'd have to kiss. Man, I'd love to kiss him more.

Once Tanner gets outside he explains how the shot is going to be filmed. It would be used as another establishing shot so dialog wouldn't be recorded, but we would be required to talk for a little before he'd be pushing me into the pool. Tanner had the idea to shout when he was ready for Ted to push me, but of course, Ted convinced him to just let him make the call, that way my reaction would be genuine. Prick.

Ted and I go and stand over by the pool once we're ready. I stand in front of him with my back facing the pool. I feel a little nervous about Ted just shoving me into it. I wasn't sure when or how he was gonna do it. Tanner was filming us by now, so we had to think of something to talk about for a good couple minutes before he'd push me.

"You wanna know a little thing about this morning?.." Ted spoke once we were alone, looking down at me with a small smile.

"Please don't tell me I snore.." I huff, crossing my arms in front of me almost defensively. Part of me wants to really watch his movement so I can duck and run when he moves to push me. I'd love to see him fall in the pool like an idiot.

"No, you don't snore." Ted chuckled a little, shaking his head. "You'll think it's cute, I promise."

"Alright, what happened this morning?"

"I, uhh..." Ted pauses, bringing one of his hands up to scratch his head a little. "I woke up, like, a lot earlier than any of our alarms. I think, like, 10 minutes before yours, actually. Anyways, I turned it off.." He admitted, gesturing in my direction a little bit.

"You turned my alarm off?" I raise my brows at him, a confused chuckle leaving me. "Why?"

"I wanted to lay with you a little longer.."

His tone definitely suggested he was genuine, causing me to go speechless for a moment. I blink at him like I'm waiting for the punchline, seeing his gaze become warmer.

"Tanner had told me that night that we could sleep in a little bit, so I set another alarm on my phone and, y'know...held you."

"I..." I let out a slight giggle, uncrossing my arms to place one of my hands on my stomach. I feel those familiar butterflies in my stomach again. "...How do you do that?"

"Do what? Change the alarm on my phone?"

"No, I mean, you..." I pause, biting my lower lip a little. "You have...so many layers to you, Ted. You show up out of no where, apparently you've been aware of me for a while now. You're sarcastic with me, you insult me, then you're sweet and genuine, then you're flirty and seductive, then you're just kind of a dick and now you're being sweet again.."

Ted let's out a laugh at my comment, giving me a curious tilt of the head. "'Kind of a dick'?" Ted repeats.

"Well, like, I...I can't read you, but it seems like you can read me. You flirt with me in your car, you--"

"Toyota Tacoma."

"Whatever, you flirt with me in your 'Toyota Tacoma', you hesitate to kiss me on camera but you slither yourself into my bed at 12 in the morning like you've been planning it, then you kiss me in front of my friends without telling me and now you're...telling me you turned off my alarm so you could cuddle with me longer? I just...I don't understand you."

Ted listens to my rambling with a content smile on his face, slipping his hands into his shorts pockets as I ramble. He was even a good listener. God, this is infuriating. No human being; no man can be this...right.

"I think that's just called 'having a personality', princess.." Ted let's out another chuckle, taking a slight step closer to me. "What's confusing, exactly? I like to mess with you. I like to make you laugh, I like to make you smile and I like to make you squirm. That's about it.."

"And you like me?.." I give him a flirty smile, tilting my head at him a little.

"I do like you, even though you're fucking annoying."

"Oh I'm annoying?"

"Yeah, it's ridiculous, actually. You're annoying, you're hot, I like hearing you moan my name, I like kissing you, you're....you're annoying, and then when you're really annoying I just wanna kiss you more."

"You sound just as confused as I am."

"I am. Trust me, babe, I'm just as confused about it as you, honestly, but I'm goin' with it."

"You're going with it?"

"Yeah."

"And why's that?"

"Because it's you. Duh."

I feel my chest and my cheeks warm up, giving him an affectionate smile and a chuckle.

"See? There you go being annoying again; that stupid fuckin' smile. Now I gotta kiss you.." Ted shakes his head at me, moving in closer to grab my waist in his big hands and pull me into a gentle kiss, a pleased hum leaving him when I don't hesitate to kiss him back, cupping his face in my smaller hands. Here's sweet Ted. God, this man makes me swoon. He probably forgot the camera was there again, but I didn't care. Tanner will appreciate the improv, I'm sure. Either that or he can edit it out. It's fine.

He breaks the kiss after a moment, smiling against my lips as he slowly snakes his hands up my body to rest them on my shoulders. I open my eyes to look at him, an infatuated smile stuck to my face. Ted's honeyed gaze looks over my blushing face, letting out a pleased sigh.

"....I'm gonna push you into the pool now."

"...OH YOU MOTHERFU--"

With one good push from Ted, I fall back with a sudden yelp. The swift shove makes me let go of Ted's face so I don't drag him with me, as much as I wished I did. I make sure to take in a quick breath before crashing into the pool on my back, hearing the muffled laughter and applause from under the water. I groan to myself and swim up to the surface, taking in a breath once I know I'm clear to.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" I curse at him, watching as he laughs hysterically at me. I try to splash Ted with a frustrated huff, but I can't help but smile and laugh as well. I mean, he got me good. I'm sure he was still being genuine, but he was able to get my guard down and get the perfect reaction for the film. I was content with that and honestly impressed.

I watch as Ted slips off his glasses and the white long-sleeved shirt he had been wearing so he can jump right into the pool with me, doing a huge cannonball just to splash me some more. "Ted!!" I yell at him again with a cackle, flicking my head back to get any hair out of my face. When he rises up from the water, we're both just laughing and splashing at each other.

"You screamed like a little girl!" Ted mocks me, throwing one of the pool toys at me.

"Yeah!? Well I'm about to fucking drown you like a man! Come here, you fucker!" I yell back at him, deflecting the pool toy so I could start swimming straight for him. As I'm swimming around, I could see that even Dan and Joe had come out to watch this, laughing alongside Tanner and the rest of the film crew. Man, every day I just become more and more grateful to be apart of this. This has been the best experience I've had all summer.

I hope it stays like this for the whole project.

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[goodlucksnez]

hi, hello, hola, bonjur, (don’t know if I spelled that right, my french origin is failing me!) so remember that poll you did that said we could vote between erasermic or huskerdust? And huskerdust won and u said to put down our ideas? Well I finally have one! Could you do one that angel and husk are cuddling and angel is petting and comforting which is causing husk to purr and husk is sick, and he’s purring and sneezing because the purring tickles his nose and gets a little annoyed at himself and angel kisses him and tells him he’s ok?

love your wavs btw (also credits to @ghostlychill for the congested purr headcanon)

thank you so much for the prompt I tried my best to make it

I present h/uskerdust cuteness

cw: purring, scratching, moaning, sneezing (duh), suggestive comments,cute nicknames

(no one gets to talk bad about my angel dust voice okay, accent are hard and i am still working on it)

❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗

script

*purring and cat napping husk*

Aww Whiskers. Seriously, the motorboat could wait.

*moaning and angels scratches him behind the ear*

That feel good whiskers

Shut up

Never snookums

*sniffs and rubs his nose into his chest fluff*

OH we gonna take motorboat to a whole new extreme, aren't we? You enjoying the fluff?

 If you don't shut up. I'll rip it off.

You know, I ain't afraid of a little pain.

*Sneezes into fluff*

Hey, watch the merchandise, baby? Do you know how much I'm worth?

Mm-hmm. And you're free to. *hitch*

 Ohh no, no, no no, no.

*grabs his nose*

Ugh Thanks.  I don’t know what’s *stifles in angles hand* fuck

 I think you have a cold.

No I dont

right, so you just like sneezing on my tits do you?

Do You have to say it like that.

 What? The truth? I thought you adored that.

Too tired to argue with you

 You want some scratches, kitten?

*purring and groaning*

 Oh, we haven't even gone anywhere and you're already moaning.

Shut up.

*Scratches and hitches and sneezes*

Aww bless you. Bless you. Goodness. That kitten noses of yours is mad at you.

You know it's all connected, right?

What?

Vocal cords and my nose *sneezes*

Are you telling me that you're sneezin’ because you're a cute little purr? Ohh, that's just hysterical.

It's not funny

Ohh, come on, little funny. Gotta admit that.

I don’t think it's that funny Angel

Ohh. Of course not kitten You know you wanna cuddle all this.

 You know, most people aren't really thrilled to cuddle a arachnid. There's a whole phobia against it.

The only phobia that I see is you being alone now, come here.

You do not get a complain if I sneeze on your tits

Never I’ll never, ever complain about any of your fuckin fluids on me. I mean, look at your cute little nose already bursting. *bops his nose*

 Angel, I don't want to sneeze anymore, so if you don't mind, could you refrain from messing with it.

Bless you.*kisses* You just fall asleep now Whiskers and let Daddy take care of everything.

[witlesswitnesstm]

Ok this is my first real post in a while, and I just wanna talk about my thoughts on the finalist poll that was a month ago now. Btw, FINAL EPISODE TODAY, HOW WE FEELING??

I was super surprised cause I thought Suitcase would be soloing, but she wasn’t. I looked through the comments to see everyone’s opinions, and these were my thoughts at the time.

Everyone who supports suitcase is saying like “oh yeah she deserves to win because she’s been through so much” but like, while I love suitcase and want her to win, I don’t think that’s the point. Her whole thing in the last episode was that she didn’t want people’s opinions of her to change when they discovered she had been experiencing hallucinations. She’s capable outside of her disability, and that’s why I want her to win. Cause she wants to prove herself. It makes total sense for her character arc for her to win. And cause she’s the underdog. Knife had a whole extra season to understand the format of the game, while suitcase ended up a finalist while dealing with so much intrapersonal and interpersonal shit. Her thing is being kind when things get difficult, and I think that’s a super important message to spread by itself.

Like the entire emphasis in her arc rn is that she doesn’t want Knife to go soft on her just cause she’s been through a lot. She’s fully capable of competing and being good at it. But then again, so is knife, probably even more so, because as everyone has been pointing out, knife was always more focused on the aspect of playing and strategizing rather than forming relationships. Thats why I love this match up.

That’s not to say knife hasn’t gone through character development, of course he has. Probably more than anyone. I just find his a lot less sympathetic than suitcase’s. I guess that’s the point, but like, knife has always been set out to win, and while I love his growth, it is kind of predictable if he wins right??

I think the main reasons I see that knife is in the lead rn is that people think Suitcase is annoying, knife is more recognizable from s1, and he’s also been a lot more funny as of late, which is a real shame imo. I’m sure there are plenty of people who want Knife to win due to his character arc, but most of what I see is more superficial reasons.

Then again, I don’t know if it’s more important who wins, rather than, what they do with her arc. Knife can still win, with suitcase still having her moments to prove herself.

I still believe what I said here, so, here’s to hoping Suitcase wins :D

[regretful-nights-regretevator]

Regretful Nights Gnarpy Bio

Before i proceed, this is just an AU, and most of the info isn't part of the canon, as i am not in any way, shape or form associated with the Axolotl Sun team!! <3

-ABOUT-

Gnarpy was once part of the gnarpian millitary. They were once a respectable part of xyr army, formerly being one of the co-leaders. However, xe was secretly getting tired of the constant fighting and conquering planets deal. They thought it was boring and what xe wasn't looking for to dedicate Their whole life into. And so, xe left xyr position. Now considered a traitor in their planet, they came to earth, and started accomplishing their true dream: Being a famous singer. After some time, Gnarpy finally got the fame xe deserved, and xe couldn't be more satisfied with xyr life.

As for xyr personality, Gnarpy is kind of sassy, cocky and overall annoying. Despite that, compared to the original Gnarpy, xe still have sympathy for others, and loves to try new earthling things.

-More info-

✦ Name: Gnarpy

✦ Age: 23

✦ Gender: Genderfluid Transmasc

✦ Pronouns: Any (Preferably Xe/They)

✦ Sexuality: Asexual/Panromantic

-Fun facts-

✦ Gnarpy wasn't the one to operate on Spud, but they participated in his kidnapping. Despite this, Xe regrets what they done to him. On top of that, Gnarpy doesn't know Spud's new name, and only refers them as "Frank".

✦ The music genre they make is metal music, and has xyr own band.

✦ Gnarpy is a bit intimidated by Reddy.

✦ They have a love interest, but i'm gonna specify that is isn't among any of the canon characters.

✦ Xey consider Dr. Retro as like a mother figure.

✦ Despite being a bit friendlier than the og Gnarpy, they still have a huge list of people xe hates.

✦ They are chubby hehe

-Mod Pixi's note-

My fav character of the cast!! I just love Gnarpy so much, they're such a hater haha-

I'm not doing another poll btw, doing Bive's info was a pain in the ass due to me lacking ideas at first, so imma do in order of how much ideas i have for the characters!!

Spud is hopefully next!! I've got something hopefully interesting coming up next :0

[yikesmary]

choose from my wips!

hey guys! basically i have a bunch of wips that i started and never ended up finishing. so, i want you guys to choose the next thing i work on and post!

below the poll will be the short descriptions of the wip, so make sure you check those out. btw, i want to eventually post all of these, but for now, i want you guys to decide which one i work on first.

if you guys have any feedback, please comment! ty :)

scoups x reader — high school au: summary: you grew up with choi seungcheol, having lived next to his family since you were born. and no matter what you do, he still vehemently denies being friends with you, only calling you "his annoying neighbor". despite this, your lives are intertwined. you constantly try to capture his attention, having developed a massive crush on him since you were kids. but after a confrontation that left you crying and then wishing you never became friends with him, you start ignoring and avoiding him at every opportunity you have. will seungcheol realize his mistake or will you fade out of his life?

mingyu x reader — fake dating au: summary: being painfully single during wedding season meant that you were constantly pestered with questions about your love life and if you were planning to settle down. your solution? enter, kim mingyu, who was in a similar situation as you. but what happens when going to a wedding with someone as 'just friends' isn't enough for your family? what if, during a moment of weakness, you tell your family that you and mingyu, were in fact, dating. and that you were going to attend your cousin's wedding with him? well, let's just say, that you should brace yourself

joshua x reader — spiderman au summary: joshua knew that there was a time that he had managed being spiderman before you, y/n stark. but he just couldn't remember it; you had been a significant help to him being new york's friendly neighborhood spiderman since you had stumbled upon him taking off his suit in a dark alleyway (long story). it'd been 3 years since you started helping him, and now he was in his 2nd year of college. you're the only person who knows about his secret identity, not even his aunt may knows! but what happens when his 12 members stumble upon him, beaten and bloodied while wearing his suit, with you trying to clean up his wounds?

[reductionisms]

bitchslap again: deception volume

today, i return to my longtime enemy: the 4devas bitchslap. this is partly in response to @joelletwo 's 4devas poll propaganda, which I promised to respond to in 3-5 business days (obviously, this didn't work out, my sincerest apologies), but it also reflects the expanded thinking i've been doing through joelle's bitchslap exegetical developments. very fun.

in any case, despite the years i've spent thinking about this, i still can't integrate the bitchslap into my gintama cosmology. why? because i find it annoying. in all seriousness, though, i've come to the point where i think that if kagura, katsura, hasegawa, or literally any other character in the entire series, punched gintoki through two walls for saying "hey kids, i don't want you to die", i wouldn't have this issue. unfortunately, the world doesn't work out how you'd like it to. which is essentially what shinpachi tries to say. somehow he just makes me want to pull my hair out when he does.

but honestly, i'm consciously someone who sat through shoass flashbacks getting mad at takasugi for making everything about him (incredible way to watch gintama, btw. i highly recommend). thus, in light of my own strange prejudices, i've never been able to textually justify my hatred of the bitchslap. if the 16,000 words i spent on it showed me anything, it was the seeming impossibility of personal justification.

yet joelle points out something very valuable, no, essential, to 4devas bitchslap exegesis, that i am ashamed to say i missed: inevitability. everyone here is being forced to act in the way they are acting, including shinpachi. not one person can help their self-sacrifice(?), deception, fighting, or bitchslap; the layers of deception and sheer circumstance simply force them to act in the ways that they're acting, to push along this dogged plot. in other words, just as gintoki has to, is required by the essence of who he is, to say that life is loss, his kids are forced to refute this. yay, no one wins.

to make this point, joelle locates 4devas' plot-generating instance in the communication-deception dichotomy (which i also missed. head in hands). this dichotomy gave me an opportunity for personal bitchslap-anger introspection. that is: why does shinpachi punching gintoki through two walls annoy me here, and nowhere (kagura arc, yagyuu arc) else? because shinpachi is being annoying (don't worry, i'll be more nuanced later).

finally, when i made the ill-fated promise to produce this in 3-5 business days, i had the foresight to allow myself such a hilariously insufficient turnover period because i needed to formalize some thoughts on time. it was only after struggling through 4devas complaints that i realized i should think about gintama time; so now, i take the reverse route and think about 4devas complaints through gintama time. that is, as joelle says, the (mathematical) kernel that is the bitchslap comes down to a youthful optimimsm versus jaded layabout in his 30s, a conflict that is deceptively about time.

1. inevitability

joelle lays this out in the poll propaganda, so there's little else to say. what i would like to expand upon is that, for someone who thinks about gintama-loserhood as much as i do, here i miraculously failed to see the other essential side to losing: being wrong about your own pessimistic view of the world.

this is exactly what gintoki says in many other places. the loser is the one who stands up in irrationality. this is equally against the optimist-- if we work hard enough, things will work out, because that's what's rational-- as it is against the pessimist-- nothing will ever work out because the world sucks. in other words, the proper gintama Loser will lose against optimism and pessimism. gintoki, in what looks like his "assurance" of defeat, is committing actual seppuku-- or, in loser terminology, winning. he should know that he has to lose against his own pessimism to be a real loser.

again, this is just another way to look at the bitchslap. it fits quite nicely into the seppuku question, which i have dealt with elsewhere (namely, is gintoki actually trying to commit seppuku/win in pessmism?). but just as i can say that gintoki is being forced into saying what he says, so is, perhaps, shinpachi; there really is a manipulative sense of inevitability that hangs over 4devas kabukicho like a cloud. included in this inevitability is perhaps the inevitability that gintoki is wrong. which, without its visceral content ("life isn't about losing!") could be mapped efficiently onto guardian dog arc, kintama, or even the cliff. in other words, if gintama is about accepting inevitability, gintoki also must accept the inevitability of being stupid; the world doesn't work out how you want it to, et cetera.

2. communication-deception

for this, i had the fun time of going back and thinking: okay, when else has shinpachi pissed me off (and not for actual heinous crimes)? there is no other situation that gets to me quite like 4devas, but he does get on my nerves in yagyuu and beam saber arcs.

this is actually really sad for shinpachi. i get mad at him here for essentially being the annoying shounen heroine who stands in the way of the angsty male protagonist and ultimately derails the plot (yay, misogyny transferred onto the average Guy of all Guys). sorry shinpachi. i do think that being a girl would fix you. i also think it's really funny that you do this and not kagura or any other woman (thank god). rare and unintentional sorachi w.

yagyuu setup is basically the same as 4devas. otae (who is actually gintoki) self-sacrifices in silence to protect everyone. shinpachi naively-- and shounenly-- tries to "take her back"; when otae says she's staying with the yagyuu, he tells her she doesn't know anything and slaps her across the face. BUT. key here. otae slaps him back! (if memory serves, the slap sends him into the ground) and tells him that he doesn't know jackshit, that she does want to go back, but she can't. the narrative setup leaves her justified and shinpachi developing his character for a couple episodes.

beam saber. shinpachi doesn't actually annoy me that much, just some key points that echo 4devas. why doesn't he annoy me? because when he starts to annoy me with his protestations of naivete and optimism (again, hilariously similar to the shonen author's misogynist caricature of Woman) gintoki gets to prove him wrong, or, better put, slap him back (push him into a tree) (obvious disclaimer: i don't think we should be pushing kids, or women, or anybody, into trees). is gintoki particularly justified in this instance? not really, the situation is more complex. so when the shimura siblings go against gintoki's wishes and shinpachi saves his life, i'm far more at peace with that, because gintoki's the one butting in.

which begs the question: why am i so irritable about this sort of thing in general? actually, what was most illuminating to me on this point was recovering my first-watch thoughts about takasugi. joelle draws the direct parallel several times in his essay; and though i brought takasugi up in seppuku appendix, i never thought to directly compare the two, cliff vis a vis bitchslap. so here we are.

takasugi pissed me off... because he was annoying (yes, circular answer). he pissed me off because to me, the insane watcher with no outside influence at the time (twitter break), it seemed like he kept trying to ruin gintoki's life for no apparent reason. he pissed me off because, again, to me, the insane watcher, he was the average darkhaired shounen rival who screams and cries just like a shounen Woman but more masculinely, and who ultimately can only be fixed by joining the protagonist's harem as docile wife no. 32 (poor gintoki). yeah, whatever.

but really, what pissed me off was how takasugi (through my unknowing eyes. i was in for the shock of a lifetime) shamelessly inserted himself into a horrible and tragic situation between gintoki and shouyou and "made it all about him". in those few minutes before my life was irreparably changed for the worse, i thought to myself: gintoki wouldn't have had to kill shouyou if not for you, so why are you so whiny that you can't die? why so ungrateful? how can you so explicitly and callously trample all over their dying wishes for you like that? you're not actually being filial! die die die. et cetera. (forgive me. i was a much worse hater back then).

my life was irreparably changed for the worse because i realized, oh, he knows.

let me unpack this. my life was ruined when i realized takasugi knew. and my life was ruined worse (i was forced to forgive him) when i was struggling through silver soul and had to watch him say, if you want to follow me, pick up that gun and shoot yourself through the head, because that's what i'm trying to do.

from the beginning, takasugi was trying to kill gintoki. he equates this with killing himself. the reason he's trying to kill gintoki in the first place is because he knows. he knows why gintoki did what he did, and he forgives him for that in the same instant that he hates him for it. hence the beast, et cetera et cetera. but: communication.

go back to shinpachi. in yagyuu arc, shinpachi doesn't know anything when he slaps otae, and otae rightfully slaps him back. in beam saber, shinpachi "doesn't know anything" (is holding onto childish delusion rather than true irrationality about obi-wan), and thus gets slammed into the tree. he can only come and fight with obi-wan after he is, quite literally, taught a lesson. equally, joelle comes back to, why the bitchslap after gintoki's confession? why this placement? which i would agree with. when shinpachi acts like this (annoys me, sorry shinpachi) the resolution is almost always to teach him what he doesn't know. why not here?

transparently, because that's not the lesson that sorachi wants to "teach"; he wants to force gintoki through being jirocho's narrative parallel, so gintoki has to learn a lesson about passing down your promises to your descendants to fulfill. the only problem is that this just. doesn't work for gintoki, the yorozuya, or otose's family at all. we might ask, equivalently, should jirocho "learn" to let pirako fight people much, much stronger than her (even though she's strong herself)? again, shitty writing.

back to takasugi. [takagin] as Platonic form creates a new sort of reality, in part because takasugi hates gintoki in the same instant that he understands and loves him entirely. shinpachi doesn't know, or understand, or try to understand, gintoki, when he bitchslaps him. we could say, well, he's young, or, well, there wasn't time, but that would be a little bit facetious. after all, if we're to believe sorachi's fucked up ages, takasugi was only 17 when gintoki kills shouyou-- and that's one year older than shinpachi. again, the routine is that shinpachi acts out of this misunderstanding and then learns a lesson that helps him better understand the situation. kyuubei tells us this, quite literally, in yagyuu (you have no awareness of how you've been supported and helped by everyone around you). and honestly, this set up makes sense-- shinpachi is the most Normal Shounen protagonist in the entire gintama cast, so of course he would need the most character development and growing up. it just got fumbled here. for jirocho development purposes. maybe.

in which case, i guess i'm advocating for the bitchslap-- but the bitchslap needs an actual gintoki response. if 4devas was caused by deception-- if maybe the cliff could have gone differently because of miscommunication-- then why can shinpachi refuse, so blatantly, to listen to gin?

3. time

time is related to self and change, so this actually circles back to 1. here i'm specifically thinking about my bootleg concept of [time], but it takes a lot of effort to read my prerequisite temporo-ontology (thank you joelle. i love you), so i'll try to summarize it: [time] is the irrational instance that births all of time because it is uncountable infinity. that is, [time] is an irrational decision (to cut off shouyou's head, to work in a shabu-shabu hostess bar to protect your vacant dojo) that is predicated on a paradoxical, unrecoverable past and gives birth to a future beyond imagination (an uncountable infinity). et cetera, et cetera. what is important here is the absolute irrationality and its inaccessible past.

[time] is found, always, in losing. another name for it would be winning-in-losing. again, to lose properly, you must lose against pessimism as well as optimism; hence gintoki's standing-up does not feel pessimistic, even though it speaks to an impossibility ("even if i have to walk over your corpse"). i guess we're talking about a sort of impossible-impossibility hope, which i first put into words when considering the bitchslap temporally. that is, i thought, what if shinpachi is calling us to that weird, loser-ish hope? i won't necessarily say he is anymore. but anyways, for such a hope, you must lose.

equally so, this irrationality-hope-winning-in-losing is founded in an inaccessible past (itself, perhaps, an uncountable infinity). the content of that past is itself irrationality; so it is the mother of all irrationality, that produces all uncountable infinity, i.e. the future. both otae and gintoki fight to protect this, and from the first chapter set up, we see that it's something shinpachi is supposed to learn. the kid who couldn't understand why his sister would protect such a past must grow up into someone who does so himself; i think he does, by the end of the series. maybe.

but irrationality says: even if nothing changes (even if i can't change anything), even if everything changes (even if i can't hold onto anything), i'll still stand up, because of, for, this past. is gintoki doing this in 4devas? who the hell knows. is shinpachi doing this? who the hell knows-- but there's perhaps a bit more evidence that he isn't. after all, he refuses to understand gintoki's past, much less his sister's. his hope is first-level, not impossible-impossibility, because it hasn't squared with the fact that he might lose. which is only a slight difference, but it makes all the difference in the world.

to be truly irrational, you have to look at both possibility and impossibility and decide to keep going anyways. if i suggested gintoki might not be looking at possibility (he's being too pessimistic), then shinpachi is probably not looking at impossibility (he's being naive. which again, is an established character trait). does this mean that gintoki should go kill himself to protect his kids? not necessarily-- though i've argued back and forth on whether he's actually trying to kill himself, and whether he is justified in dying for his children. but again, it means that shinpachi needs to listen. communication is a two-way street. back to joelle's question: why after gintoki's confession? yes, maybe gintoki should've been more open with his kids, but here he is being open (well, open for him) and he gets bitchslapped for it. mystifying writing choice.

(the jirocho parallel won't work to tell the lesson you want it to here!)

again, i'm somehow resistant to certain types of "gintoki character development" and/or knowing what's going on gintoki's head. should you tell kids all of your struggles as an adult? certainly if it helps prevent a worse outcome; but whether or not it can, it's hard on the kids in another way. so communication might have been able to solve something here, but i also think that maybe everyone was just doing what they had to, which also means that gintoki had to say nothing and do what he did. that's just who he is.

in which case shinpachi had to bitchslap gintoki, and the issue is that gintoki should have responded (like otae in yagyuu). we can almost say that he had to respond, and somehow, did not. because the truth is that shinpachi does need to learn that there are things-- and pasts-- so sad they can't be solved, that "tears cannot wash away"-- which he eventually learns in beam saber, which has kind of always acted for me like a resolution to 4devas. perhaps gintoki needs to learn to be less pessimistic, which would be a completely valid development; i just struggle to see this in his character.

4devas' plot commitment should be to progress time (in another loop) through [time]. by looking at this through inevitability, communication, and some of [time] itself, i'm paradoxically more reassured that the bitchslap is not annoying (everyone was just acting as they had to) at the same time that i am more reassured the bitchslap should never have existed like this (why no lesson learned?) i guess that's life: things don't work out as you want them to. and if 4devas' overall lesson was, via jirocho, to give birth to the you who is not you and entrust the unimaginable future to them, then 4devas does generate time through [time] (albeit convoluted-ly). in the end, as it is with all things, the trouble might just be bad writing.

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Round 2 | Poll 3

~ Note: This poll is being done out of a genuine love and affection for these types of characters! Please keep that in mind when adding commentary. Sorry about the ugly crop btw I don't feel like looking for another image

Propaganda under the cut!

Len:

~ Vocaloid doesn’t really have a canon but from what I can tell at least back in the day the fanon interpretation of him is that he is an adorable but weak willed crybaby. There are a lot of songs that consist of him either being annoying or having other vocaloids tease him

Kaname Date:

~ Literally his best friend/partner, an ai eyeball named Aiba, thinks he’s the most annoying man in the universe. As does his adoptive daughter. And like anyone who has to be in the room with him for more than 2 seconds. He’s got an inflated ego, an unhealthy obsession with porn, and makes terrible dad jokes. I have never met an ai fan that doesn’t think he’s so annoying but also everyone adores him at the same time. We all like him but would love to electrocute him yknow.

~ He’s SO ANNOYING he makes sex jokes constantly and it annoys everyone around him. His reaction speed increases to SUPERHUMAN LEVELS when he wants porn. He sucks so bad and flirts with women and his daughter has to threaten him about it and I’m in love with him anyways. 10/10 character.

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[❗️] I'm an artist & writer, so expect mostly that type of content!

I have a tag system btw!! It's fairly new (except for my art tag) so don't expect there to be much on there.

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flavors of posts

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[❗️] First of all, I'm bodily a minor. Please keep NSFW & that gross icky stuff away from me. I am fine with suggestive stuff- & there might be suggestive things here & there.

I'm a system!! Not plural all the time, kinda new to this... but yeah!!!

We don't have something we go by collectively yet... so- just call us based on who's fronting? It's usually Hexx

We might change up our tagging system to make it more accurate, its kinda outdated

I am a pretty private person. I have trust issues & therefore I like having my personal life separate from my online life. This does not mean you cannot ask what I did today or how my day was, but just expect me to be vague &/or hesitant.

I'm autistic!! I don't always understand &/or get things so tone tags would be appreciated. I don't fully understand them myself yet, I'm still learning, so I don't use them all the time! Here is a masterpost/masterlist of tone tags if you have trouble understanding them..

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[❗️] As of right now, I'm hyperfixated on PHIGHTING! My favorite characters are Darkheart, Ghostwalker, & Subspace in that particular order.

I make a lot of OCs for things I'm obsessing over, & that also means making my own AU & writing my own lore for it! Please ask me about it!! It makes me so happy.

I have an unnamed PHIGHTING! fanon that I'm making/have made with one of my beloved partners, @clovergeneral. I have a community for it!! It's here!!

I also have a lot of original stuff that I probably won't talk about much, but I might share it with you guys when I properly write it. I've shared some things about it so far, & it's called 'Glitch! Trio'. I have a side blog about it, @glitch-trio. They mean sm to me....

As for other interests, I'm also interested in Pokemon, Pokepasta, ULTRAKILL, Regretevator, IHNMAIMS (I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream), Mystery Flesh Pit National Park, Iron Lung, Project Moon games (more so Library of Ruina & Lobotomy Corporation), Item Asylum, Mandela Catalogue, The Walten Files (TWF), & Jujutsu Kaisen.

Notable mention. I fucking love keytars. They're so fucking cool I love them.

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[❗️] First of all, use common sense. It shouldn't be hard in the first place. Think before you speak or ask, that stuff.

I am a person too. I have a life, goals, feelings, etc. So treat me like a person. I'll respect you, please respect me back.

Basic DNIs. Homophobes, transphobes, racists, xenophobes, zoophiles, pedophiles/maps, proshippers, comshippers, anti-furries, anti-therians, or any other creeps. I will block you if I feel like it or if I'm uncomfortable.

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[❓] What are your other blogs?

[❗️] Here is a masterpost of all my side blogs. I have an addiction to making new blogs to expect the number of them to grow.

[❓] What else do you do here?

[❗️] I do silly stupid shit, & I also roleplay as characters on this blog because I either haven't made a blog for them yet or I just feel like it. Oh also there's some 'events' that happen.

For example- it's kinda an inside joke between me & my partner Clover but I'm gonna explain it real quick. I was keyboard smashing & I accidentally pressed the British flag emoji (🇬🇧) so I thought it would be funny if I pretended to get 'colonized' so. yeah

I'm making a tag for it because it's funny. Uhhh uhhh it's #🇬🇧🇬🇧 GOD BLESS THE QUEEN 🇬🇧🇬🇧 (im so funny haha. im funny right. right guys)

I have AUs & lore specific stuff for the fandoms I'm interested in!! I'll list them & the tags right here

PHIGHTING!

D-Sides! (#d-sides!)

Pirmer! (#🐚 pirmer! 🪸)

Post Justice! (#post justice 🪬)

POKEMON

Frozen Unova (#frozen unova)

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Coward reblogged then blocked me💀 btw, I can still see your posts! Idk if that’s an update or a glitch but…I’m sure that’s gonna be annoying. This is my last response to a direct post of yours since tumblr wants to be unproductive with how blocking works

Be for real btw, if we take a poll right now about which one of us is the rage baiter…I wouldn’t be the majority vote. It would be the blog that purposely goes into the wrong tag with bullshit. It would be the person who gets daily hate asks because people rage at their posts…Oop not me

Next point. I was informed that smooth brain is indeed a condition and is offensive. I will refrain from using it in the future and I apologize. I also hate that Taylor (who claimed to be sane and didn’t need therapy more or less a damn PW) can make Psych ward aesthetic music and call her drinking problem an aesthetic and “please get your shit together so I can love you!” And not be ableist though…you’re not gonna wanna hear this buuuttt…it’s a bit hypocritical. If you’re gonna call me (rightfully) out then address that. You never do, though

Back to my logic…it’s there, bookie butt! The whole post was logic. Not only did I point out how the way you worded your post sounded very dismissive of racism, but I asked why swifties first instinct to not liking a black person is racism. You obviously can’t answer that question. Your post was the illogical one simply because you’re a hypocrite and extremely ignorant but we know this already

And I shouldn’t have to scroll past you because you shouldn’t be on our tag (I do scroll actually, that’s why I’ve only interacted two out of the many times I see you. Please use critical thinking skills). Your whole blog is a damn tantrum, sweetness! You made the blog because you were being bothered and decided to take it out on everyone else instead of the dumbasses actually bothering you. Shocker.

Speaking of, I condemn whoever initially made her make this blog. Whoever you are…is no friend of mine. Mad at you forever.

But even now, im not putting this dispute in the main swiftie tag…because that’s stupid. They do not wanna see this bull 💀

“You’ve reblogged two posts” both of which were calling out your lack of care about racism. You thought that ate? Oh no! Two posts! 💀🙏🏽

And what patterns am I showing? Hm? The pattern of being fed up with swifties like you that think Taylor is more important than the bullshit her and her community does! Whenever you’re met with anything regarding racism, you’re quick to either deflect or ignore it completely. Oh but you’re quick to call someone else racist!

And me being 21 has SHIT to do with SHIT. Is that why you were looking for my age? Because you thought that little quip was was gonna be tough shit? It’s not. Can I call you ageist 🤓? You’re in your 20s too, you just walked into some anons, sis. Why give them ammo like that?

Couldn’t resist the

⭐️ HYPOCRISY ⭐️

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Kyle Brofloski/ Eric Cartman (Sp fic)

('What up with the fatass?')

/Let me slide into your DM's/ part 3

Stan's gang meet up in discussion of their future revelation.

"If we either become queermo pussies or boring ass side characters, your choice!"

Slight warning ⚠️ slurs, and well, it's a sp fic you could either expect both good or bad outcomes from it.

Btw important! It gonna get kinda gory and sensible topics are gonna be told in this chapter and the following others, so please if you're not comfortable with that type of stuff I don't recommend!

Author's note: I managed to link the chaps! So it'll be easier for u guys to switch between chapters ❤🙏🏼 again thx for the help u guys and also for the comments! I read each one of them! I'm very grateful for u guys, I'm glad u seem to enjoy my writing even if it can be a little off and confusing at points my vocabulary can be a little limited so I'm trying to expand it so it doesn't sound to iffy, ok time to read! 🤗

Second note: south park pov will be mostly Kyle's pov (technically just the gangs pov it'll be on Kyle's perpective) and north park would be Cartman's just wanted to make that clear! C:

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It's the day, the day that officially declares its been a month since Cartman moved, would this count as a 'Cartman anniversary'? Kyle really didn't want to know, he just wanted to do something.

Even if that meant having a fat bitch nagging, mocking, taunting him all the damn time. His life was starting to feel hallow, empty, numb, boring..

It felt meaningless? He's starting to feel what he assumed the adults of their town were going through; a internal crisis. Why did the fatass formed such a big part of what he's experiencing now?

How can someone so annoying make such a impact on him? On his brain and heart. Or was it that Cartman had already long gone manipulated into believing that he needed him to keep that flame in him.

Manipulated all of town, fuck, even the animals were looking bored as hell.

He layyed himself whole, flat stomach against the couch, bored looking face with his cheeks squishing against a cushion, it felt like he was going through some really bad break up, like the whole town was going through one. He grabbed the remote turning on the tv.

'Breaking news‼️: citizens across the country are now voting for the most lame uncharacteristic bland ass town of America! Polls are being equally divided between California's 'I eat fist' town, Texas 'sausage' town and ofcourse recently now unoriginal town in state of Colorado dropped by 68% to 1% in less than a month, 'South park', being one of the most demolished rates in history to beat a score of lameness about 59% in half a second! People claiming they barely even recognize the name, I barely remember the town itself if it weren't for this piece of paper that reminded of it! —'

He groaned loudly as he face slammed on to the cushions, letting out a heavy frustrating moan.

Now they were being ridiculed by their whole country for not being 'exciting' or 'interesting' enough.

He hated this feeling, he couldn't help but to pinned the blame on Cartman. He grunted reluctantly taking out his phone and opening his gallery, zoning out enough to block the new reporter's blabbering.

He scrolled to his countless pictures of family, friends, events, holidays, birthdays, trips and all that crap. He tapped on the first picture that just caught his attention; just fatass hogging his phone that day, making a collage of himself with vulgar gestures and weird looking faces.

'So original' he remembered remarking to Cartman, as the other just took out his tongue teasingly.

Scrolling once more, he halted in a picture were it was just Cartman making himself a mess with chocolate ice cream all splattered over his face; an annoyed look as his eyes darted at his hands by how ice creamy covered they were, cone half done being hold by his thumb pressed against his index.

He remembers taking a snap to make fun of Cartman later on because of how funny he thought it was, but he never actually used it and in reality he didn't find it as funny AFTER; once he second and third looked at it, more like, amusing. He found the picture amusing. Amusing enough to keep it saved in his gallery but also hogging it from others to see and share that se sentiment probably taking all the special to it.

After two more pictures, he clicked on a video, it was Cartman, once again, hogging his phone:

Rec🔴 0:06 - ⏮ ⏸ ⏭ -3:46

'Dammit, jew! Don't be so stingy!' There was a lot of movement making the camera shake viciously.

'Shut up, Cartman! Give me back my phone!'

'Worried I'll take all your cloud gigs too quickly?' Half Cartman's face seen, including that childish taunting pout of his.

'Ofcourse asshole! Do you know how much I have to pay for extra cloud storage!?'

'Stop being greedy and acting like your rich lawyer dad doesn't pay for your shit'

'My dad isn't rich'

'But he's a lawyer and a JEW'

'That makes zero sense'

'You know damn well what I mean'

Cartman than moved the camera angle in a wide frame showing both boys; one frowning angrily and the other smirking casually while he slightly waved at the camera before placing it steady and walking next to, well himself, Kyle.

Looking at his fat friend in a questioning look as he keep staring at the camera while standing next to him.

'What're you doing fat boy?' Before anything else he was gut punched in the gut.

'Ha! That's what you get for being greedy and letting your guard down, Kahal! Hahahaha!'

'That does it!' He screamed furiously standing up from his computer chair and chased Cartman around his room like two foolish kids messing around. Cartman smiling wide as he'd run from a fuming redhead.

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Kyle beamed by the memory, a nauseous revolving feeling surge in his stomach.

Moments like these is were he grasped hard into the somewhat relationship he had with Cartman, sometimes it was just hard to give up on him. Even if he's proven to be irredeemable, unforgiving, unfixable. Cartman could pathetically look at him with the most sad puppy eyes he's ever seen and couldn't bare himself but cease in and try to help once more. Which was stupid. But how can he just let him destroy himself further? That kid got issues, and as a friend, a group they had to stick up together right?

He felt more responsible over Cartman than anyone else from this whole fucking town, sometimes he even believed Cartman also shared that same mentality an unhealthy dependency on him for seeking help, get him out from trouble or just checking if he was being paranoid or hallucinating too much again, which he always did.

Kyle knew it was unhealthy what they had, but it was something strong they built. Or maybe it was just he who built it..? Cartman seemed to be doing well with out him..

Maybe he was the one being a little too attached? Which was ridiculous to believe, Cartman has always obsessed over him to point he even questioned if he was definitely a percentage away on being sent to a psycho ward.

Ofcourse that never happened, but he was damn nuts and had the ginger in his mind all 24/7, and he never denied being that way.

Shamelessly admitting he had broke into his room countless times, no boundaries were set between them, they even barge into the bathroom while they were using it. By that point nothing was 'too' embarrassing for them to encounter together. Those layers of privacy were non-existant between the two, for fuck sake he had put a finger up Cartman's ass once! What's more that could up that shit? By that point he could expect Cartman to steal a kiss from him for a scheme of his and he wouldn't bat an eye to it, probably punching him straight in the face for it; but still unbothered.

It's not like he hadn't taken up worse? He's eaten shit from a Japanese man's butthole, had swim and drink pee and was forcefully driven to smell Cartman's farts for the sake of the world. Friends with a literal talking shit, friends with a literal schizophrenic psychopath and having to endure aids for that same stupid bitch. Being turned down from the basketball league because he wasn't a tall black boy, having surgery and yet still had his knees explode mid game, traumatic. Hemorrhoids, a kidney failure, a manbear pig attack, a smug storm.. countless near death experiences.

Yeah, a kiss wouldn't be torturous. Cartman could kiss him, he should kiss him to prove his point.

Maybe he was the one to be mentally fucked up?

Nah, he's fine.

°°°°°

Kyle headed to the bus stop, spotting Stan eating some flaming chips, something odd he'd been noticing of his friend was his binge eating. Ever since Cartman left he had been hogging food everywhere they'd go; when they go play video games, he'd go to the kitchen and look through the fridge grabbing snacks and drinking high sugary beverages like mountain dew or smoothie mixed with coca, at the cafeteria he'd steal some of Butters fries or Kyle's half eaten burger, he even picked a fight with Craig for the last piece of chocolate cake they had there, even while they walked to someplace he'd always had a bar of chocolate in hand or a pack of sweets.

It was starting to be concerning but he hasn't pointed it out to Stan yet atleast until Wendy does, he knew Wendy was already planning on making an intervention for Stan soon, she's asked Kyle beforehand to keep track of what Stan's been eating to give her a list, which is why he notice right away of Stan's problem. Maybe it was a coincidence to link Cartman's absence to it, but who else had a binge eating problem that wasn't fatass?

"Morning dude," He greeted placing himself next to the now chubby kid.

Yes, Stan also have been gaining weight by the excessive food he's been eating. It was barely noticeable for the eye, but for people as close like Kyle, Wendy, Kenny and Butters, it was damn obvious.

"Mornin'," Stan mumbled out, unfazed while munching on some chips, his fingers were all greasy and hand cheeto dust all over.

"Did you see the news?," Kyle asked, looking at the road too uninterested with the small talk.

"You mean how they all we're calling south park a bunch of 'jackin' offing losers'?" He remarked the reporter's comment in exact detail.

Kyle nodded silently, they were really being pounded down to the ground with all the insults directed their way.

"Did you also hear about North Park?," his best friend added now sparking the redhead's attention.

"What is it?," he asked now intrigued.

"It's been up the ranking of wackiness and bizarre they were offered to make a show about it, can you believe it?" Stan commented incredulous.

Kyle was bewildered, no fucking way. Not even south park were offered that privilege while having fatass in town, now.. no, that's too much of a coincidence.

"It's fatass," he blurted out, making Stan look at him surprised.

He slammed the table with his right fist, now inside the meeting being formed that same night, their usual hide out; Cartman's basement, which Kenny helped barge in the locked house even if everything was empty and piled up with dust (with the exception of the table and white board they brought while entering). They were too stubborn to look for another place to meet up in so ofcourse the hide out wouldn't change until the house is actually sold.

He looked up at the group of kids there: Craig's gang, Stan's and ofcourse Wendy's.

"I think we all know why we're here."

Clyde looked concerned to his left, "because.. of the new mermaid movie..?" He winced out uncertain.

"No, fatass! We're not here for some dumb gay fish movie!," he shouted annoyed, huffing as he paced around the room in a typical Cartman manner.

"We're here to get Cartman back," Stan chimed in his seat, a bowl of chocolaty creamy strawberries in hand oblivious eating them while a concerned Wendy looked his way.

"Why?" Craig asked in his typical monotone voice.

"Because, we're nothing with out fatass," He finally blurted out, placing both his hands on the table looking at them directly.

"S-say that again?" Jimmy spoke up more confused than being sarcastic.

"Guys, ever since Cartman left everything has been dulled," He continued, now dragging the white board infront of them taking off the sheet that covered it; revealing their plan strategy, "south park has always had an untold curse to it, we all know about the anomaly and whack shit we've have to endure by living here"

"I always thought it was because of you four," Token commented unfazed.

"Point is," Kyle ignored, looking at the board, "not having Cartman around has abruptly lower our percentage to zero," He pointed with a marker a drawing of Cartman and a field around him signaling the 'curse'.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Annie pointed out.

"No, if we want to be seen as the pussy town of Colorado with no name," He snapped back bitter.

Luckily most of the kids there agreed with him, making him seem less crazy for wanting Cartman back.

"Kyle's right, ever since Eric moved away my parents now ground me because of boredom. They don't even care if I do good in school or not they just nag about moving away to some fart smelling city like New York to get some action again," Butters added grabbing a strawberry from Stan's bowl.

"My dad sent me to Denver the other day for a gallon of milk and asked me about the weather there," Tweek also added to the pile of complaints.

"My parents sold both my sister's bike and my coin collection away and replaced them with a pile of balloon clowns," Craig added now indulge in the subject.

"My parents bought a zoo and have been living inside the gorilla habitat for two weeks," Heidi added a little ashamed as she looked downwards, probably reluctantly admitting Cartman may need to come back to solve her issue.

"My mom has bought over 300 pair of shoes in a week were almost going broke," Nichole hesitantly added.

Wendy sighed as she intertwined her fingers defeated, "My dad has been going nonstop to strip clubs and my mom has been pimping out some male colleagues of hers," she admitted embarrassed, "it's clear south park is going into a crisis."

"And my dad has been up in sales for all the weed he's sold to south park residents," Stan complained chugging five strawberries in his mouth, annoyed, "ever-veryone's hig-gh as fuck like wi-with the tegrity b-burger sales," He mumbled out, slapping Kenny's hand away from his bowl as the blonde looked at him offended.

Butters snickering next to him as he had successfully stolen a strawberry from Stan previously.

"Cartman is like a endless void," Kyle added, now circulating the drawing of Cartman and drawing a pointer down, "with out it, there nothing that can suck all of our shit down," He wrote his points up then signaled a pile of adults destroying the town, "making everthing go into an endless loop of wanting a purpose and still not finding anything while destroying what we have left with ACTUAL consequences. A reset button up Cartman's ass to restart our day, to fix our shit. Pretty much with out it the damages we make today stays, while still being so uncharacteristically damaged were basically nothing.

For some reason Cartman is that damn reset button, he takes the curse with him it just makes sense why we still put up with his shit and he hasn't been sent to jail for all the atrocities he's done. He CAN'T leave south park, everything has to be put to an end with each day, everything has to be back to normal with each common episode. If there's a long continuity it's gonna feel dragged and force it'll become boring like the Mr Garrison election, tegrity farms and the pandemic special so the curse will start to self destruct itself until it ends it.

Technically, we're in a episode with continuity.

And we're dragging it too far, being matter of weeks or days before our town becomes nothing but a running old gag people give zero fucks about, targeting their attention to something new making Cartman's curse merge into the new hole it's in.

In this case; north park," He finished finally circulating a drawing of the town and a North park Cartman on the side.

Everyone kept silent as they were captivated by the long explanation.

"Damn, dude. Have you gotten any sleep?," Craig commented bewildered.

"Does this have something to do with aliens?" Clyde chimed in now freaked out, bitting his finger nails and looking frantically between Kyle and the group.

"That, I don't know," Kyle responded tirelessly, now sighing heavily. It's almost concluding another day with out Cartman, and if his theories are right, it could be dangerous, "we need to manage to go to North park and get Cartman."

"What if Eric doesn't want to get back?" Butters spoke up, now everyone looking at him attentively.

Right, out all of them there, Cartman updates Butters everything that's been going on around his new lifestyle.

"Do you know something Butters?," Kyle inquired skeptical with a glare.

"No.." He dismissively looked Kenny's way before looking at something else, "Eric's really liking North Park that's all," he admitted in almost a whisper, after brief seconds.

°°°°°°

Kyle walked back home with his hands shoved inside his pockets, glaring at the ground beneath him.

Cartman is liking North Park because of his curse not much because he's actually liking it, he tried reasoning with that. But it wasn't still reassuring.

He began slapping the side of his head trying to shoo away any thoughts of Cartman, but he just couldn't stop thinking about him.

'MeooOow' a distressed cat moaned, snapping him out of it; it came behind some bushes near the Steven's residence. He approached cautiously and found a old grey kitty that licked it's paw and hiss at him after noticing his presence.

"Mr kitty?" Kyle blurted out softly unfazed by the aggressive attitude, Cartman had left his cat?

He reached out for her, holding on to her tightly being scratched in the face in the process 'defensive instincts' he thought, wincing out by the stingy pain.

Okay, Cartman would never abandon Mr kitty like that. That's unlike him, if there's something he knew as a fact was that Cartman loved his cat even if he had a hard time admitting it, he'd always made sure his cat was home before midnight and would check if her food was place in her bowl.

Even though he'd angrily complained about the cat craving the food he'd have in hand instead of her cat food, Kyle has seen from time to time how Cartman would cease in the meowing giving food from his plate to Mr kitty. He thought it was disgusting seeing him eat from the same plate as the cat did but never bother commenting it, cause it was an adorable quality of his. Just like when he'd hand feed it letting the cat licked everything off his palm and then later off using that same hand to eat a pile of chicken nuggets with out washing his hands. It was gross for sure, but it was cute.

He winced by the thought of even considering Cartman remotely 'cute', he got home, still a rabid cat in hands. It's liked the cat hated him, but then again... it is Cartman's.

"Hold on there, mister," his mother stopped him before heading upstairs, "what is that?" She pointed at the hissing feline.

Kyle arched a brow, "it's a cat, don't worry I'm just keeping it for a while until a friend comes back from a trip." He explained, hoping that would be enough for his mom to let it go.

"Kyle, don't think I've forgotten about your chessing phase," she remarked, now hands placed on her hips, "is that it? Are you chessing?" She asked worrisome.

"No, ma. I'm serious, this is just my friend's cat," He rolled his eyes, still not believing his mother still thought he chessed once.

She arched a brow skeptical, reluctantly believing his words.

"Okay, bubbie.. but one showing symptom of it and that cat is out," she warned pointedly, as she walked back to the kitchen, "and keep that cat far from your father's office he wouldn't want to step on cat poop," she shouted after.

"Okay, ma," He responded back, running to his room as he shut the door letting the cat out of his arms, as he whined out from the stingy small war wounds (scratches) on his hands and arms somehow her nails got under his jacket sleeves.

Mr kitty hid under his bed as she couldn't escape from the window because it was closed.

He sighed as he approached his drawer and opened a cabinet, which he had a small aid kit. He took out some alcohol and began putting some on the scratches that actually had blood pouring out.

He glance to his side noticing Mr kitty peeking out from his bed but instantly glaring at him in a defensive stance as she growled.

Man, that cat really hated his ass.

Kyle couldn't help but wonder if Cartman could've trained her to hate him, but he then dismissed it as Cartman's wasn't the type to be too hyped on something that had no gained for him. He'll get easily bored by less than an hour, if plausible 20 minutes and 33 seconds to be exact.

He kneeled down and began mimicking Cartman's gay little song he'd use to lure his cat when she'd ran off from home. He had memorized it by the countless times he's heard him sing it out loud to the neighborhood with zero shame.

Singing has been such a Cartman's thing to do, he realized how both mother and son always had a thing to easily communicate by song and he wouldn't be surprised if that cat too was also taught to listen by musical notes.

One of Cartman's perks of singing endlessly since a toddler really brought fruit to his voice, so neighbors nearly complained when he'd sang out for his cat. His voice was marvelous, angelic, the type that'll lure you like a siren to a crew of sailors, a easy way to trick and manipulate people into listening to him or doing what he says. Something he definitely seen Cartman use for his advantage.

Even, as awful it is to admit, he's fallen for his curse various times himself. He'd be caught listening in his window as he'd watch from afar his arch-rival walking through the sidewalk singing to Mr kitty to come back and threatening her lastly to give her the garlic food instead of the tuna which most of the time worked, cause the cat would dash back to her owners arms after listening on not having tuna for dinner.

"Miaw miaw miaw come kitty, come Mr kitty kitty!" he awkwardly sing, as he watched the cat immediately tilted her head interested, "who's a good Mr kitty? Miaw kitty kitty miaw miaw.." he felt his voice cracked after a couple of 'miaws', he wasn't as in tune like Cartman was but he didn't think he was that bad either.

"Miaw miaw miaw miaw~

Kitty kitty kitty

Who's my Mr kitty? I love my kitty kitty~!" He never thought he'd be singing for a cat but there he was, now seeing the cat cautiously walked twoards him.

He carefully extended his hand in a welcoming gesture, expecting the cat to put her paw there but instead she smelled it before nuzzling against his hand with a purr.

Now that's awfully cute, he wasn't much of a cat person he preferred lizards or elephants, but he won't deny Cartman's cat was adorable.

He gently patted her head not knowing how cat owners tended to show their felines affection, he just knew by online critics that cats were evil cold living creatures and would prefer to not be disturb. The last time he's ever grabbed a cat was when he had to hide that damn cat Kenny would use for chessing, and he shoved it in his drawer not really caring much for it. He could've almost forgotten it if his mother didn't caught him with it.

But this one was Cartman's, she was special to him, so he had to make sure she'd be fine while fatass is away. Or Cartman could go all psycho on them if something were to happened to her once he's back.

And he had no plans on dealing with one of those episodes again.

He's learned from what happened to Scott, mitch Connor, 'cupid yee' or 'me' or whatever (he just remembers Stan commented about Cartman's little episode to him while explaining of how things lead the way it did), skank hunt (he wasn't sure to count that one, but Cartman wasn't the same at that time like if he were broken)or the 1% issue, that an emotional Cartman is a reckless 'not to be messed' one.

Cause you really don't know how'd he'd react and take it, which becomes a nerve wrecking roulette. Cartman had limits where once you pass the highest grounds, you're over. You either die, emotionally traumatized/ wound for life or spared (which is unlikely).

He remembered a kid calling him tubby it wasn't a big deal until he took it too far and 'humiliated' Cartman in the assembly. Cartman took it as if the boy was out to get him, which he technically was but his fate was counted.

Both Stan and himself knew he wasn't gonna make it to middle-school.

Surprisingly the boy was given a 'light' punishment being sent to a juvenile prison by a crime he clearly didn't commit but was then executed after three weeks cause a few inmates accused him for slaughtering another in the bathrooms.

Supposedly the aftermath had nothing to do with Cartman but both he and Stan were skeptical about it.

Then there was this other boy that had the balls to smack Cartman's ass in a football game. Yeah, let's say that one didn't last a week after the incident. For what he heard, that boy was given to pigs dismembered in bits and a bullet wound in his head. He remembered how fucked up it was for Cartman to show up to the boy's grieving parents home and gave them his condolences. It's like he gets even more gruesome with his vengeful antics each time he'd snap.

This could count as a 'group' thing but it was mostly Cartman influenced, cause it really messed them up for a period.

A fat old grumpy man almost raped him in a parking lot, it was their darkest secret yet as a group, as a whole.

He remembered that night vividly, they were at a club Butters snuck them in while he worked there, and as they were all vibing and looking at all the hot chicks there Kenny had asked if anyone had a lighter on them Cartman said he had one in his bicycle pouch, so he went out to fetched it, seemed it was more of an excuse to leave as he did notice Cartman seemed uncomfortable being at that place, and second he wouldn't offer to get it for Kenny he would straight up just tell him to go get it himself.

It took a couple of minutes and he recalls how they all started wondering if Cartman had actually ditched them, so they all went looking for him outside.

And for their horror saw Cartman sobbing uncontrollably as some man had him pinned against the hood of a blue Honda, trying to unbottoned his pants as he rubbed his crotch against his. This wasn't as with snooki, it was far worse cause he noticed bruises forming up his throat and face; weakening Cartman before the actual action.

'Holy shit' was the only thing he heard Stan blurt out in shock.

That was the night something in him snapped, and intentionally murder a man.

He remembered how everything became so blurry and slow as Stan anxiously yanked him away from the bloody body while being covered in blood from head to toes, as Kenny yelled saying he'll tell Butters to cover them up with the security footage, while Cartman whimpered and sobbed still panting frantically in the hood.

It was the most saddest shit he's ever seen Cartman been.

They dragged the body to starks pound.

Cartman was a mess, but fuck, he didn't want to ever see a friend be in a situation like that ever again.

They hid behind some cars as a police officer passed by, dragging the body with difficulty even being four boys. The man weighted over 300 pounds and with the added 'dead' weight it worsen it.

Everything seemed so surreal.

Cartman finally spoke after being so zoned out by the whole thing, they tossed the body inside a wooden boat. Took a lighter out from his pocket, the same lighter that was the whole reason they were all there to begin with.

Kenny poured gasoline all over it while puffing his last cigarette, and Cartman lit it up pushing the boat away from the edge with a small kick.

"This will be in grave a secret until we die"

That was Cartman's way of telling him 'thanks' even if it was the most devastating coldly thing he's ever done, Cartman could've use that to blackmail him or even get rid of him for good. But he never told a soul once it was all over, acting like it never happened.

He remembered he had to strip naked to get rid of his clothes and tossed it in the flaming boat, how'd he had to use some clothes from Walmart Stan had went to purchase them while he shaked tremendously by the intensity of the whole thing.

After that, they never spoked of it again and Kenny quit smoking.

°°°°

He hold Mr kitty in his arms, the cat warmed up to him very quickly than he had expected her to be.

She nuzzle with a purr against his chest, he couldn't help but visualize Cartman doing it instead.

His eyes widen, he was going crazy. That's the only explanation he could give to himself with how he was acting.

Yeah, this was bad, they had to get Cartman back for everything to go back to normal again.

He recalls of the agreement of their meeting, how Bebe asked how'd they'd be able to go to north park with out their parents knowing.

They all agreed on leaving that to Stan's gang to get fatass as they were Cartman's friends but Wendy and Craig's gang will handle the shit over in south park tricking their parents into believing Stan's gang went to some force week field trip.

It's not like their parents weren't stupid enough to believe that crap but they needed to ask for permission.

It's not like Kyle hasn't disobeyed any of his parents order anyways, no matter what answer it was, he was still going to north park.

And it's definitely not their first time ever leaving South park for longer than three days.

It was morning and he woke up with an awful smell, Mr kitty pissed all over his bed, fucking gross. He's never seen that cat ever pee in Cartman's home, it'll always meow at the door for Cartman to let her out and do what she has to do or just go to her litter box, that cat did it on purpose! Or maybe he should've just put some newspaper or a box, fucking crap.

He ran to the bathroom, took a shower and put some clothes on.

Taking his pj's and bed sheets to the washing machine, what a nice start to his morning, he thought bitterly.

Once settling his clothes in the washer he went up stairs and grab Mr kitty, and then rushed straight to the kitchen fridge and grab a can of sardines.

He sat in the table and place the tuna as he rested the cat in his lap letting her just reach out for the food herself, not thinking much of how bad it was seen as 'table manners', he felt his mother scowled him from the stove but said nothing, he didn't mind by that point he was already too numb by his mother's scolding he wasn't afraid for another.

Even though, once he started middle-school his mother mellowed down some more; saying kids their age needed space and shit like that. So she began stricter with Ike the youngest and being more free caring from Kyle her eldest son.

Which he was very grateful of to an extent.

All his family were already sitting in the table and eating breakfast, his dad didn't seem to questioned the cat and his brother just arched a brow.

"Is that Eric Cartman's cat?" He asked.

Kyle munched slowly his food as he watched him blankly, "no."

"Oh Ike, don't be silly, Eric Cartman moved a month ago I'm pretty sure they took their cat," His mother spoke reassuring, "stop bothering your brother with too many questions," she warned in a more passive aggressive tone.

Again, he didn't understand his parents, or any of the other adults. Apparently he wasn't the only one of the four that their parents mellowed down with, his friends also commented that once they began middle-school their parents seemed a little loosen around the edge when it came to them.

As if they really didn't want to deal with them.

Kyle gently caressed the cat's furry head 'don't worry Mr kitty will get Cartman back' he thought reassuring while smiling softly.

"So.. mom, dad. There gonna be this trip in like two days and-" he began his rehearsed speech of why he should be let go and how'd it'll be an improvement for his still developing mind.

"It's okay, Kyle. You can go," his father interrupted eager, somewhat anxious.

"But-"

"Really, it's alright buddy, do whatever you want," he reassured not even bothering to ask 'what' or 'when' 'who' and 'why', giving him a awkward thumbs up, his mother nodded agreeing sharing that same enthusiasm.

"Dammit, I wish I were in middle-school," he heard Ike cussed out in a whisper.

He definitely wouldn't, he would contradicted it if he actually wasn't in a rush to go talk to his friends and see how'd it went with them.

"Okay, cool—," he said uncertain, dragging the 'O', now placing the cat in the floor as he picked up his place, "I need someone to take care of mr-" he cut off, as he was about to blurt out the cat's actual name, "Mr poopkins while I'm gone," he finished awkwardly.

His family went silent and both his parents shared a look then looked at Ike.

"Well good thing your brother offered himself to take care of it, right Ike?" His dad then added, forcing a smile.

"Me!?" Ike asked incredulous, looking offended, "I don't want to-" his mother clasped her hand on his mouth preventing him to finish his sentence.

"Don't worry, bubbie, it's alright. Ike would happily take care of Mr poopkins for you," she beamed as Ike frowned by that.

"Cool," Kyle said grinning, ignoring the obvious glaring from his younger brother before heading to get his backpack and head out.

It was convenient for sure but it really made him feel like his parents no longer cared for him.

He shrugged those thoughts away as he went to the bus stop.

"So how'd it go?," He asked immediately once approaching Stan.

"My dad flinched cowardly as if I were about to murder him, dude. And I dunno whats their deal but yeah, they let me go," he shrugged, now chugging a bunch of chips, "can you believe Wendy last night told me I had a binge eating problem?" He continued, now crunching the bag in his hands before tossing it to the ground annoyed, "like, there's always something that bothers her, like 'Dude, chill the fuck out I can't eat some chips because NOW I have a issue?' "

Kyle scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "Well.. you do kinda have a problem Stan," he reluctantly admitted.

Making Stan looked at him baffled, "I do not!," he then looked at the ground as his gestures soften, "do I...?" He asked defeated, more to himself than to his friend.

"Hey dudes," Kenny greeted as he approached them.

"Sup, Ken. How it'd go?" Stan asked now recovering from his emotional internal questioning.

"What you mean?"

"Did you asked your parent about the 'field trip'?" Kyle gripped his backpack now remembering how fatass would just barge in and say his latest stupid fact learned from the internet or some magazine he read.

He's not missing Eric Cartman, okay? He's just missing the familiarity and the casualty of it all.

"As if I needed to ask, my parents don't give a crap. I just left them a couple of joints and three packs of beer that'll keep them out for an entire week," he said disinterested as he took out his phone that was buzzing, "fuck, it's Eric."

Kyle eyes widen as he had predicted the obvious, he gripped harder on his backpack expectantly, maybe even hopeful he could hear his voice?

"Cartman calls you?" He heard Stan ask, but he was so damn far lost in his mind he zoned out a bit.

"His calls are random sometimes, I gotta pick this up man," Kenny answered, putting some earphones on, now walking away a couple of feets apart from them unintentionally making Kyle's heart shrunk and his stomach twist.

Kyle questioned himself why he felt disappointed by that, but he shrugged it off like usual, looking at the blonde who chatted animosity as he walked in circles.

Cartman hasn't called both he and Stan not even once since his move, he couldn't be angry at them for the party right? Or were they just nothing to him?

Fuck, even Butters gets to talk to him more than either of them.

That's a douche move even coming from Cartman.

Kenny walked back to his place now phone back in his pocket.

"So what did he say?" Stan asked.

"He was telling me that he had to go to the doctor yesterday and was told he was developing 'pussy-itis' "

"What's that?" Stan asked genuinely confused.

Kyle rolled his eyes, 'my god that was a Cartman thing to say.'

"He said that it's a disease that spreads to new comers when being exposed for too long, he has like vaginas growing inside his ass and the doctor warned him that he could turn into a giant pussy if he keeps it up," Kenny shrugged, now looking at the road.

That condition actually reminded him of the time Stan got growing vaginas in his face and skin because he had stopped eating meat when they were protesting for the calves safety. It was similar as the time Butters accidentally blurted out that Cartman had sparkly cleaned vaginas in his stomach because of the huge amount of vasagsil he ingested as a kid.

And as much as he hated how fucking bizarre and impossible it is for that to happen, he couldn't deny actually witnessing and be proven wrong countless times that it WAS possible. So it wasn't unbelievable to believe Cartman got diagnosed with yet another odd condition.

"Okay, so technically Cartman wants to come back now, right?" Kyle inquired, subtly leaning forward.

"No, he was given medication so he's now 'skwel'," he made a similar impression of Cartman, "he also said to tell Stan about the uh.. something about a— gnome in the cooler or some shit like that? I didn't understand well cause he cut off immediately after that," Kenny shaked his head in disapproval.

Stan flinched, eyes wide and a blank expression adorned his face immediately knowing what Cartman meant, "HOLY SHIT," he exclaimed bewildered before running off without further explanation, leaving both friends confused ass hell.

Kyle looked at Kenny expecting more from that call, but he didn't add anything else. He frowned looking at the ground still gripping his backpack while bitting his lip.

Kenny gasped as he had forgotten something making Kyle flinched in surprise.

"Cartman said 'up your ass, jew' when I told him you called him a pretentious north park bitch," he remarked casually before looking at the school bus stopping infront of them.

Oblivious of a now beaming Kyle, both entering the bus picking a seat behind Butters.

Kyle didn't know why, but he jolted excited stomach feeling all twisted and his heart pounded loudly he could hear it inside his ears.

°°°°

"I haven't told them yet," Butters said as he rubbed his knuckles, heading to class.

"Dude, why not? We're leaving in two days, man," Kenny spoke while holding on to a notebook.

"They're not gonna let me go you guys," He admitted unfazed.

"Okay, so you're planning on sneaking out," Kyle added.

"I'm not sure.." the boy hesitated saying, looking at some flyer.

"You're Eric's best friend and your telling me you're NOT going to go get him?" Kenny inquired, kinda spiteful, "it's not like you haven't sneak out before and for Eric of all people too!

Like, your stupid schemes required a little disobedience from your part to handle all the shit Cartman gives you.

You're Eric fucking Cartman's best friend! It's pretty much not even a choice to not be a little shit head, stop being such a pussy," he blurted out, extending his arms up in the air for emphasis.

"NO, Kenny. I'm NOT Eric's best friend-" he pointed accusatory at the blondes chest, poking it hard, "YOU ARE, so quit your yapping!," he shouted annoyed, causing Kenny to frowned from the tone use.

God, those two have been up their necks since Cartman left, and Kyle couldn't point out why.

Kyle stood there awkwardly as he watch the two bark back at each other like two hounds with no leash, spitting venom and acidic slurs at each other.

'They should shut up already and go make out somewhere else, fuck' he thought annoyingly tired by the dragged banter.

Oblivious of the irony of his own thoughts.

Not wanting for them to escalate any further he stood between them, like a peacemaker.

"If we either become queermo pussies or boring ass side characters, your choice!" he threatened, pointing at the pissed off blonde.

Butters sighed contemplating it, grumbled a 'why should I choose?' As he kicked lightly the ground.

"Or do you have something you're hiding from us, Butters?" Kenny inquired suspiciously, tilting his head.

Butters clenched his fist, fuming, "fuck you!" He screamed out, pushing Kyle to the side before lounging at Kenny starting a fist fight in the hall, now everyone gathering up around them.

Kenny slammed his notebook hard against Butters face while Butters pushed Kenny against the lockers.

'This was some serious shit,' Kyle thought before taking out his phone and recording the fight for later on send it to Stan.

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[rotationalsymmetry]

Ok, you know what? I do 100% agree with the complainer there.

There is a widespread genuine belief that health is largely under people's individual control and if you're not healthy it's because you're Doing Something Wrong. (This is an ableist belief.) Not everyone who shares posts about things people can do to help with their personal health believes that, but it's also not obvious to anyone who doesn't see into anyone else's brain that people posting or reblogging that sort of thing DON'T believe that and logically, some people posting/reblogging are doing so BECAUSE they believe that nobody will be sick for long if everyone just does the right thing.

There is especially a predominant culture on the mental health recovery/positivity regions of tumblr that recovery is possible for anybody and that a positive attitude is a necessary and helpful condition for recovery.

3 this bleeds over into victim blaming really easily and is hella discouraging for people who don't have a realistic prospect of recovery (or think they don't) including I gotta say for people who have non-mental health shit that they don't expect to recover from and it's annoying as hell. And you know what? I've had lifelong mental health issues and while they're overall better than they have been in the past, that doesn't mean I've "recovered" it means I've learned how to live with my fucked up brain better. In spite of the fact that I keep running into assholes who assume if I'm looking for more mental health resources I must be "at the start of my journey" ffs and this is ableist. The idea that people will get better quickly, inevitably, within a short period of time after they first start trying is ablist and just not based in reality.

4. there is also a culture that makes it almost impossible to talk about this -- have a dialog about this -- without being dismissed as being overly negative, having poor reading comprehension, or being told well of course this didn't mean you therefor your complaint is invalid and meaningless.

5. there may be a case to be made about when it is and isn't appropriate to disagree with other people's posts on social media, especially when you're not mutuals or otherwise some foundation of trust and basically liking each other. But nobody ime ever talks about it in these terms. They say "bad reading comprehension" (also ableist btw, some people actually do have poor reading comprehension mostly related to either difficulties with accessing education or medical conditions/disabilities that they don't control, and don't expect to see an improvement in that any time soon, and could use some patience and understanding around that and not "you suck for having bad reading comprehension (and by implication just aren't trying hard enough to be abled)" and yeah I get nobody really thinks that the people they're accusing of "bad reading comprehension" can't help it but even if that is the case there's a lot of collateral damage here) and argue that the responses are INCORRECT, factually and/or morally, not that whether the response is right or not it's impolite. This is not a useful fault analysis because people generally don't say things that they think are factually or morally incorrect. so the message that comes across is "you can call someone ableist or whatever if other people think you're right, but not if they think you're wrong" which kind of implies that the nature of oppression can accurately be arrived at by sort of polling what most people think? Which is clearly not correct.

treat people like people dammit.

[romaritimeharbor]

Okay, finding out you're a clone is one thing. But how about finding out you're a robotic clone?

Like Astro Boy, or... what was her name... Stella? The lady from that one HSR quest

Not only are you not the person you think you are, but you're also not even a real person. Your "flesh" is but a soft silicone shell, your memories are just imperfect copies built up with coding and algorithms, your every action has seemingly been pre-meditated by the machinations of somebody else.

Would you're CPU even be able to process such a monumental revelation, or would your artificial mind meltdown, self-destruct from the anguish that your processors are simply unable through. Or maybe your creator had prepared for just this occasion, and special sub-routines kick in, quickly shutting you down, and purging your memory banks in order to make sure you down being inoperable.

Gods I love me a good 'ol identity crisis.

Also btw, I bring you more Arle content!

A ROBOTIC CLONE HELP see i could handle being a robot; it is of little consequence to me what my body is made of, because my body is only the vessel through which i exist. so what if it is made of metal and wires and non-organic material? doesn't matter to me. i would just be vaguely annoyed that the person who created me did not bother to work out all the little issues my body has. even if i am programmed to behave the way i behave, i am still me. at least i am not a cheap copy of someone else. but if i was a clone? dude my entire life would fall apart. i would be so pissed off and bitter. there aren't enough words to depict how torn apart i would be. like. the fuck do you mean i am not me and have never been me and my identity is not mine and i am just a cheap, unethically created copy of someone else (probably more ethical to create a robot than to create a clone tbh)? BOTH AT THE SAME TIME IS CRAZY THOUGH

that question fucked me up, i am now forever and always thinking about that poll 🙏

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