#rocket punch stuff

[sailorjisunq]

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[apothecaryassistant]

Alright, let's finish this up here.

Battletech ABCs - Zeus. Mostly based on the WizKids iteration - a bulking up of the Zeus X. I just like the armor plates and wings on that thing. I had a couple of them, one of wich had two left arms...somehow. (QC was not exactly great during that run.) I did some remodelling to it and added on various stray bits (leftovers after a dog attacked my collection,) and created a real abomination.

Anyways, that finishes up the series. Need to go back and do a review pass on the lot, but that's not on the schedule anytime soon. Need to keep drawing and practicing my mech sketching skills, but undecided on if I should do another run of this type or not.

Ambassador Burrock Cephalus Duan Gung Eyleuka Fire Falcon Goliath Hawkwolf Ion Sparrow Junior Kintaro Lancelot Mortis Nyx O-Bakemono Prometheus Quickdraw Ranger Sarissa Talon Uraeus Viking Warhammer II Xanthos Yeoman And Zeus.

[philiponmycracker]

Tom Hulce as Daniel Rocket - The Rise and Rise of Daniel Rocket (dir. Emile Ardolino, 1986)

[kimarisgundam]

Like, wtf happened to "discreet" ಠ_ಠ

My friend/her Exec is always yelling at Rockerboy and both solos to be discreet. His catch phrase is literally "EVERYONE SHUT THE F*** UP" or "I SAID BE F******* DISCREET"

It was so discreet of him to fire a rocket launcher at the target during last night's session ಠ_ಠ

The job went kinda sideways, the target was escaping and Exec flipped out...

Climbed onto the roof of Wraith's truck... And sniped the target with a frigging rocket ಠ_ಠ

He went full Panam and shot it out of the sky ಠ_ಠ

Cos he had poor footing the knockback threw him off the truck... but he's fine I guess. Just a broken arm

My Netrunner was like "wtf ಠ_ಠ", but the rest of the team was cheering... my friend who plays Rockerboy was like "I give Exec a friendly punch to his shoulder 😀"

His arm is broken. You inflected damage on him 😑. Good job, as usual 😑

[zugzwangdefeat]

Side Effects May Include…

john walker x female reader. [~1.6k]

SUMMARY. It’s Halloween, and Val’s brilliant idea of “team bonding” involves cheap decorations, weird punch, and Asgardian liquor someone smuggled in through Kamar-Taj.

WARNINGS. Alcohol, sexual innuendo (playful...not explicit), oblivious!John becauss DUH, mutual pining, suggestive costume??, flirting, slow burn payoff hehe... A/N my requests are open! <3

The Thunderbolts’ idea of a Halloween party is exactly as chaotic as you’d expect. There’s a suspiciously bubbling punch bowl, a DJ that is severely under qualified its just alexei, and somewhere in the mix, Bucky’s asleep upright in a chair, wearing a glow-in-the-dark skeleton hoodie. You’re not too shy to admit you’re a bit underwhelmed.

You’re drinking out of a plastic syringe cup when you spot him.

John Walker.

Dressed as a cowboy.

Of course.

He’s in a denim button-up with the sleeves rolled, a sheriff’s badge pinned half-heartedly to his chest. The hat keeps slipping down over his eyes, and he keeps readjusting it like it's personally attacking him. He’s got a cup of glowing green liquid in one hand and a confused expression on his face like he can’t decide if the room’s spinning or if he’s just having a spiritual crisis.

You smirk, straighten your skirt, and make your move.

Your heels click against the floor as you cross the room—partially for effect, partially because this costume was not made for combat-ready footwork. The white mini-dress clings in all the right places, the red cross on your chest practically shimmering in the neon lights. There’s a plastic stethoscope slung around your neck and a garter holster on your thigh with nothing in it except flirtation.

“Need medical attention, Sheriff?” you ask sweetly, standing in front of him.

John blinks. Slowly. Like he’s buffering.

“Oh,” he says, eyes flicking down to your costume and then violently back up to your face. “You’re a… nurse?”

“Not just a nurse,” you grin, leaning in slightly. “A very hands-on one.”

John chokes on his drink.

You pat him on the back as he coughs. “Careful. That’s Asgardian liquor, I think. Rocket-fuel vibes.”

“Yeah, it’s…” He swallows hard. “It’s something.”

You eye his flushed cheeks and note the way he sways just slightly. Super soldier metabolism or not, that stuff hits.

“Let me know if you start seeing double,” you tease. “I do house calls.”

John gives you a dazed, confused smile. “That’s… nice of you.”

You squint at him. “You okay, Walker?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Just didn’t realize everyone would be dressed like that.”

“Like what?”

He gestures vaguely at your body, then aborts the motion halfway. “Y’know. Party costumes.”

You grin wider. “You don’t like my costume?”

His ears turn pink. “No—I mean, I do. I didn’t mean— It’s just—”

You take pity on him. Sort of.

You loop a finger around your stethoscope and say, “Relax, Sheriff. I’m just here to take pulses, not lives.”

John opens his mouth like he’s about to say something deeply profound and/or absolutely stupid, but Ghost bumps into him with a grumbled “Watch it, America”, and the moment passes.

-

Over the course of the night, you hit him with at least four very obvious flirt lines:

“I’ve got a cure for that lonely-cowboy look you’re wearing.”

“If you’re ever in need of mouth-to-mouth, I’m CPR certified.”

“You could use a good bedside manner. Want lessons?”

And, your personal favorite, while reapplying lipstick: “Need help with that sheriff badge? I’m good with my hands.”

Each one is met with polite laughter, some stammering, and increasingly pink ears. But zero recognition.

John Walker is a brick wall of obliviousness.

You’re half-tempted to wear a neon sign that says “I WANT TO DATE YOU, DUMMY”, but you’re not sure even that would register unless it hit him in the face.

Eventually, the party winds down. Val’s passed out in a beanbag chair with sunglasses on. Yelena’s still arguing with Bucky about whether or not Die Hard is a Halloween movie. Ghost has disappeared. Literally.

You find John standing by the door, cowboy hat tucked under one arm, hair tousled, and still blinking like the lights are a little too bright.

“Leaving?” you ask, stepping up beside him.

“Yeah. Figured I’d turn in before I start seeing frost giants.”

You smile softly. “How gallant.”

He looks at you—really looks this time. His gaze lingers longer, slower, like maybe the fog of his awkwardness is lifting just a bit.

“Hey,” he says suddenly. “You… You look nice tonight.”

Your heart flutters.

“Thanks,” you say. “You do too.”

“Even with the hat?”

“Especially with the hat.”

He fidgets with it, mouth twitching. “Well. Goodnight, then.”

You nod. Step in closer. Kiss him on the cheek.

But at the last second, you turn your head—just enough for your lips to catch the corner of his mouth.

Warm. Soft. Brief.

Then you pull away like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Night, Sheriff,” you murmur, patting his chest before walking past him.

Behind you, he stands frozen. Absolutely still. Cowboy statue.

Then:

“Wait…” he says under his breath, eyes wide. “Has she been flirting with me this whole time?”

[hebezuart]

HI ITS ME THE GUY WHO SAID I WANTED UR TENNA DESIGN DESPERATELY AND FOLLOWED IT UP WITH A WOOHOO I LOVE YOUR MTV AU AND I THINK THE DESIGNS ARE ABSOLUTELY GORGROUS. ITS RLLY IN CHARACTER AND ID LOVE TO HEAR ANY MORE THOUGTS YOU HAVE RELATING TO IT IF YOU HAVE ANY AT ALL. PENNY FOR THE POOR , PLS MAY I HAVE SOME MORE, ETC, OK THNAK YOU . I FEEL LIKE I SHLD SIGN OFF BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO,. YOU PICK IF YOU WANT

Ooh, a returning customer!! (/silly)

Y'know, since you sent this ask, I actually have had quite a few thoughts about the AU. Which, funnily enough, are mostly pertaining to various theoretical gameplay mechanics. I highly, highly doubt this AU will ever become a ROM hack of any kind (seeing as how I... don't know how to make those), but pondering stuff like this is still really fun anyways. Lemme talk about it.

Their party is relatively similar to that of the Fun Gang's, in terms of specialty diversity. MTT is the lighter weapon user, mirroring Kris and their sword. His attacks can be strong, but usually that honor goes to Mads, the heavy hitter, much like Susie. With her brass knuckle boxing gloves, anything she hits is gonna hurt hard. And Blooky is the group's magic user, like Ralsei. Although, they're definitely not as skilled with it as they'd hope... we'll get into that in a minute though. Let's break each character down.

Starting with Mads, she's basically a mashup of Sonic the Werehog and an ARMS character. Her body parts are able to detach like they did in Undertale, so she uses the sports tape around her arms as a tether to rocket her fists forward for long range, hard hitting punches. This applies to her head, too: She can take it off and hold it in her hands, shooting her arms forward to use her teeth as an attack.

An extra strong attack that costs a lot of TP would entail something like spinning around like the Tasmanian Devil and dealing major damage to the entire enemy team, but taking a chunk of recoil damage in return. Despite this, she'd be one to attack as often as possible and quickly spend big chunks of TP for her finishers.

MTT is, for lack of a better term, a complete fail boy. Whereas the other two has some sort of intuition about how to use their weapons, MTT is completely out of his element. That element being... staying inside and doing nothing. His weapon is meant to be used like a spear, being long and pointy and used to keep your distance from enemies. However, he ends up using it half like an axe, and half like a sword. Swinging with wild abandon in fear, or trying to bang enemies on the head with it to little results.

He eventually starts to get the hang of it, of course, but most of the time opts for defending and gaining TP, letting Mads and Blooky do most of the work. However, with enough TP, he's able to do an attack that supposedly deals an insane amount of damage... with a 50/50 chance that that damage lands back on him instead, knocking him down instantly. He's a bit of a glass cannon.

Blooky I think was my favorite to come up with ideas for (aided too by my friends in the server we share). They're a magician, so they have both the magic from their wand and whatever they can pull out of their hat. The wand works like you'd expect, casting spells for both attacks and healing, all at a relatively low TP cost, but in turn, a relatively low-powered spell.

By saving up a little more TP, they can flip off their hat for a random event. Dubbing this the Hat Roulette, a number of things can emerge from the hat. A rabbit that heals a single party member, a flock of doves that does significant damage to the enemies (although, it has a small chance of doing that same damage to the party), and a host of other things. What comes out of the hat is completely up to chance, making Blooky really weigh their options before spending the TP.

I have lots of other ideas of course, but I'll keep it contained to just this for this post. This AU has already been loads of fun working on :)

[omega-e123]

How would shadow react if you got injured on accident? Recently got injured and had to get stitches and I love your stories so I was wondering what he would do and how he would take care of them 😁

Shadow’s shoes were left unattended by the front door. What psychopath would wear shoes around the house and track dirt?

A short while ago, Shadow excused himself to go to the bathroom. Ever since you two met, you’ve always wanted to try them on. The golden opportunity has finally presented itself.

You plucked them from their spot and proceeded to put them on in the back yard. They were heavy and it’s no wonder why his kicks packed a punch even while not rocket boosted. It took a bit of conscious effort to lift your feet off the ground.

How did he manage to hover in place? On the outside and in, the shoes had a fairly simple and smooth design. No bottons, slides, nothing. Not that you’ve ever seen him do anything in particular to activate them.

Moving to one end of the yard, you break into a sprint. With a little speed it might turn on. It felt as if someone had duck taped 5 pound weights to your feet.

The back door opens with a call of your name. “What are you—,” Shadow was about to ask before being interrupted by a screech combined with rough tumbling into your patio table. In no time at all, bare feet patter against the warm concrete.

Some dirt mixed with blood cakes your palms and knees. With a loud guttural groan, you rolled yourself over to sit on your butt. In front of you, Shadow is knelt down on one knee. His brows knitted together in concern.

The voice that wanted to scold you for your clumsiness is shoved far into the back of his mind. Instead he tenderly takes your hands and brings it closer to his face, inspecting the damage.

A kiss is pressed to your knuckles. “Are you alright? What in the world were you doing?,” he asks, not a speck of anger laced in his words.

“I uhh.. wanted to try out your shoes? I don’t get it. How do they turn on? You usually just start running.

Your legs are next to be checked out. “They work by channeling chaos energy. That’s how I’m able to control the output… Can you stand? Careful not to hit your head.”

Shadow covers the edge of the table with one hand while the other helps you up. A sharp pain is sent to your hip as you rise eliciting a wince and a whine.

“Allow me to help clean your injuries. The last thing we want is to have them get infected.” An arm worms its way around your waist for support. Slow and steady he guides you to the restroom. Of course he’d notice you attempting to hide your limp. A sharp exhale leaves him.

After sitting you down on the toilet seat, he begins to clean the scrapes with a wet towel. Straight to work. Not a single word has been uttered since walking back inside the house. His lips pressed tight, you’re sure Shadow is clenching his jaw.

Guilt of worrying him and possibly damaging his shoes settle in. A mumbled, “I’m sorry” causes Shadow’s ear to flick.

Devoid of emotion he immediately replies, “Next time you want to use my stuff as playthings, ask first.”

His eyes are lasered in at the task at hand. Thankfully, once the blood has been cleaned up, your scrapes don’t look as bad. Nothing a giant bandage can’t fix.

With the final bandage literally slapped on the palm of your hand, he announces ‘done’. Shadow starts to pack up the medical supplies, well aware you’re pouting at him.

“That hurt!”

“Of course it did. That is what happens when you’re not careful,” he deadpans, knowing you had meant the little ‘slap’.

This guy! You’re already in pain and he adds on to it. “Shadow, you put it on wrong. Look, it’s crooked and peeking out.”

Before he puts the kit away, he pulls out one extra bandaid and slips it aside. “Did I?,” Shadow glances at it, “It looks fine to me.”

“No it’s not. Fix it!” You shove your poor aching hand into his face.

Shadow yanks it out of his face. “Alright. Fine.” The old bandage chucked into the trash and the new one replaces its spot with less roughness. He holds your wrist in place while he presses his lips to the bandage. “Is that better?”

“…Yes.”

“Good. I just want to make sure: does anywhere else hurt?”

“Well, I think I busted up my lips earlier too.”

A chuckle escapes him. Smiling, shaking his head, Shadow replies, “I was hoping you would address your limp…” His hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking your bottom lip. “But I don’t mind taking care of this first.”

[haithhegimp]

jason does very little to no damage to bruce during the final fight of UTRH*

STUFF TO KNOW BEFORE YOU DO/DON'T PROCEED!

this can technically be counted as subjective!

this is just a list of things they did to each other, and things they presumably aimed to do to each other, over the course of Just the final fight

this is all before everyone's (my) favourite Batarang To The Neck

this is without taking into account dialogue or monologue describing anything except their direct actions

i usually put sources at the end of every image in my meta posts but there will be so many images and all of them are from [Under The Red Hood (2005) #13 / Batman (1940) #650] and i can't be bothered to cite them all when the source is the same

ill be listing them chronologically by person, not fully in order (that'll make more sense if you proceed)

around the start of the fight, bruce says "He's playing it rough" but jason looks way more fucked up by the end so i was curious how much damage each of them actually did

here is a comparison of how bruce looks around the end of the fight versus how jason looks around the end of the fight! (from the same page)

let us procceed :)

Jason:

fires semi-large explosion towards bruce (bruce is not shown to be injured in any way)

fires small explosion rocket towards bruce (bruce is knocked back)

knocks bruce off building (bruce is hanging on to the ledge, no injury is shown) (jason says "i went for the cape")

knocks bruce onto balcony (no specific or direct injury is shown. injury is probably implied)

slashes bruces belt (he says he is aiming for the belt. the belt also does not actually break. no injury is shown)

aims a gun at bruce for a few seconds (does not fire)

Bruce:

fires batarangs at jason's head (jason dodges)

fires batarang at jasons shoulder (slices jasons shoulder, very close to his neck) (the head and shoulder batarangs are at the same time, jason could not have dodged both. this is directly stated that he had to choose his injury)

sets jason's jacket on fire (it burns off, no injury is shown to jason)

knocks jason off a balcony (no injury is shown)

slams into jason with both feet and all body weight (jason is shown to be in pain but not directly injured. injury is implied)

punches jason once, possibly twice (jasons nose and/or other parts of his face begin to bleed) (there are two separate panels showing punches, it is unclear whether this is two separate punches or different angles of the same one)

kicks jason and knocks him to the ground (pain is implied, but no direct injury is shown. injury is implied)

and that's about it until the Batarang To The Neck!

this is a bonus that i just find deeply amusing when i ignore how fucked up it is, this panel is so funny.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN "im trying to save you :("??? bro he is ON THE FLOOR. you DESTROYED HIM. he is BLEEDING FROM HIS FACE?? he got like 2 punches in and you absolutely DEMOLISHED him and now youre goin on about "imm tryinjg to saveb you nowww :((" BRUCEYBATS WHAT ARE YOU ON. PICK ANY OTHER TIME THAN A FIGHT WHERE YOURE LITERALLY OBLITERATING YOUR SON TO SAY THAT YOURE TRYING TO SAVE HIM. AND THIS IS BEFORE SLICING HIS NECK TOO IM FUCKING CRYING "tyrijgnt o save youu now :(((((" MY ASS. utrh is peak comedy when you ignore everything horrible about it honestly.

[sockssketchingshack]

So uh. I never really did an intro soooo

I see a lot of people asking about commissions and I am here to tell you that I don't do them! They stress me out! Sorry but they're Scary. But I do drawing *requests*. Because I like drawing things without any form of pressure to draw them!

Now that's out of the way, hello there! My name is Socrates. But everyone calls me socks.

I am an adult! 19 years old, April 23 2006.

My pronouns are he/him!

I am both a trans man and bisexual!

Things you should know:

I have low to severe functioning autism. Meaning I need help from those outside of my own self. Basically help with my day to day life and for scary situations such as talking to strangers IRL. Or complex decisions such as bank details or that kinda thing. I need others to help me!

That doesn't mean I'm not smart though. I'm mostly slow. I call it rebooting. So if I ever take a while to respond it's probably because I'm thinking about what to say!

I have borderline personality disorder.

I have bipolar disorder. I deal mostly with mood swings one minute ranting about how cute my cat is the next minute crying over how cute my cat is.

I deal with a lot of doctors! Two or more appointments a week! So if I tell you multiple times over a short span of time I can't talk cause I'm going to the doctor's it's not an overused excuse! It's true!

I have severe anxiety. Meaning any communication at all stresses me out. But I still really wanna try to socialize!

I have memory issues.

So if you wanna talk I'm welcome to it. I'm just really, really, shy. And sometimes I'll panic and end conversations out of nowhere. So if you ever wanna talk all I ask is to be understanding and a lil patient.

And if you talk to me long enough I'll grow to trust you! Which means I'll feel more comfortable and calm when talking to you!

About my art:

I love art! But it's hard to do since I have some physical problems. But I do it anyway! I mainly draw things I like or request / challenges I receive. I like to draw my little persona alot because he's simple and easy to draw. I also have a lot of OC's! Ask me about them! I love them all and will be over the moon to share their stories outside of just the art I make of them!

About a little thing about me: I am very scrambled in the head. Which has made multiple versions of 'me's' and I tend to portray the different sides of me through different ways. Some through color coded mes. Some will be different stages in life mes. Some will be imaginary mes. Some will be me from different universes such as the spider verse or Stardew valley.

About my text posts:

Text posts are semi common. It's mostly little ramblings or rants. Or just how I'm feeling. But again I mostly posts art.

If I ever interact with you or your posts:

It means I wanna talk to you but don't know how so I just try to show affection with hearts and sometimes if I'm brave enough a comment or reply. But I still really wanna learn to socialize with you!

Hobbies:

Art, cooking, baking, gardening, sewing, video games.

Lastly:

Ask me stuff! Talk to me if ya want! I am lonely. And I love you! And I'm proud of you! Take care of yourself! You deserve it! Bye! Love you!

Things I like (extra bit):

Get ready it's a long lists,

anime!

Any anime really even if I haven't seen it! I have watched a bit of or completed, Naruto, one piece, jujutsu keisen, Ouran host club, black clover, sword art online, attack on Titan, Yuri on ice, one punch man, my hero academia, assassination classroom, food wars, pokemon, the promised Neverland. And a bit more I'm probably forgetting.

Video games!

Any video game really! Even if I haven't played it! But I have played or watched others play: stardew valley, undertale, Minecraft, Roblox, terraria, cult of the lamb, overwatch 2, dead by daylight, Skyrim, halo, rocket League, cod black ops 2 zombies, moonlighter, hollow night, sky children of the light, don't starve together, subnautica, subnautica below zero, alot of different Pokemon games, five nights at Freddy's, astroneer, monster hunters, and one of my absolute all time favorites SLIME RANCHER!

other medias / things, TV shows, books, etc:

Percy Jackson, a bit of harry potter, marvel universe, DC universe, amazing digital circus, don't hug me I'm scared, Steven universe, avatar the last Airbender, we bear bears, and more I'm probably forgetting.

That's all bye.

[yamujiburo]

About your building a following document you linked. I have been thinking about it, because it's something I've struggled with for a long time. I think there's something to add to it.

Being personable and talking online. You talk, and people get to know you and they want to interact with you. This interaction keeps you visible and in people's minds and also furthers them getting to know you. It's a nice cycle sort of.

That being said, I'm not sure if this is a real question that can be answered, but do you have any tips for talking online? I tend to post my art and then just reblog it a few times before posting more art a week or two later. I talk on my private twitter, but even then, not often. I'm not sure what to talk about publicly, and sometimes I back out of saying things. Of course when I do say things, I don't get much interaction, which makes sense because people barely know me. I hope I'm not sounding self depreciating or anything. I just see how you and other artists interact with people, and I want that! I want to be able to say things and have conversations! It just seems fun.

I do mention that in the doc! More along the lines of commenting on other people's stuff and generally being nice

Throwing your thoughts out into the void is fun! I wouldn't do it with the goal of trying to get people to talk to you. It should be natural if people do happen upon your account.

Then on the other end, going and commenting stuff on peoples' art, beyond the "awww cute" and "i love this!" kind of thing. It's not that these comments aren't greatly appreciated or bad in any way, but generic compliments will usually bring on generic replies of gratitude. If the person drew something you're interested in show that you're interested in it and know the subject matter! On Team Rocket or Pokemon fanart, I'm always commenting something like I like their interpretation of the characters, or that it reminds me of a bit from an episode I'd seen, etc. That tells the artist you're really engaging in what they drew and might incline them to talk more about a thing that they enjoy as well.

The nice thing about being an artist yourself is that you can draw too! My favorite comments are the ones where people add on to my drawings. Examples!!

This might just be the board artist in me but I love when people build off of the stuff I do either to punch it up or add to it in a funny way! And this doesn't only apply to drawing. Whenever I get comments detailing a little headcanon that came from one of my drawings or someone writes out a funny scenario they think would come after a comic I do, I'm in. This is the shit I live for.

Of course every person has different boundaries but that's the kind of thing you find over time~

[cotc-terminal]

Clash of the Cubes - Challenge THREE

While the elevator goes up, the TV switched back on again. Pulse is in the TV, sat on a seat that vaguely looks like a tree.

“Welcome back, viewers and competitors, to the Clash of the Cubes! You lot are nearing the elevator’s destination, hopefully you haven’t gotten sick by then.”

“Anywho, your next challenge will begin shortly, depending on when the elevators sto-“

The elevators suddenly stop with a loud *CLANG*. They open up to show a river infront of them with chopped-down trees floating near the shore.

“There we go. So your next challenge is a boat race! Unfortunately we haven’t found any boats, so I have the next best thing! Trees!”

“It’s as simple as it sounds. First cube on the end wins. Pushing, shoving, horseplay, ramming & hitting are encouraged. You MAY encounter some obstacles, so better dodge em~. Won’t say how the extra points are achieved, so figure that out bt yourself.”

“Oh, and by the way, to spice things up, I’m giving some extra items for use to each of you based on your placement! Use them wisely.”

The flower-like shapes in military outfits appear again, and hand each Cube a box. Inside the box is...

(ps: your item is on your placement, so if you’re first you get the first item listed, for second you get the second, and so on)

A tissue that just says “Goodluck loser”.

Air.

A stick.

A sandwich that has your name on it. It looks punched.

Flippers.

A life jacket.

A card that says what the secret point criteria is. (Will say in DMs)

An actual boat (and by boat i mean a bowl with no oars or motors).

A rocket boost.

A slingshot.

A Blixer Blaster. (Basically a portable O=[] cannon blixer)

A shield that deflects literally anything back to where it came.

(EXTRA STUFF YOU NEED TO KNOW:)

(around halfway through the course, you’re gonna get shit like buzzsaws, swords, axes, spikes, etc. thrown at you by Nulls from the sidelines, so you better dodge lol)

(Oh and due to the nature of this being a race, some of yall might end up drawing other cubes getting passed by (or run over) so heres a drive with ref sheets)

“Good? Good. Now get on your trees…”

The cubes get on the trees. Some grab on, others sit down on it, etc. (how it’s like is up to you btw)

“And be on your marks…. Get set… Go!”

Pulse fires a gun in the sky, and a current in the river starts pushing the trees to the finish line.

@lumhere @shaidai @orchuris @itzhosya @missmaydae @alionanight @dragongirl2k6 @acn97414 @mahoganystudios830 @pricklythepearcat @blockheadblog @nacora-najita

[skidthelid]

"Isn't it strange to create something that hates you?"

Here is my second (and last) piece for @sthbigbang!! It was such a blast making this and it brought me out of a severe case of art block! Working with everyone was also an absolutely wonderful experience :]

I look forward to next year!! Everyone did an amazing job!!!!!

‼️ Important stuff below the cut ‼️

Please please PLEASE go read the fic by @sodapop !! Its so cool and its about Metal gaining sentience and exploring his human(mobian?)ity, which is such a cool concept! I'm also just a sucker for robot characters Going Through It and a huge Metal fan :]

The author worked really hard on this and their work definitely payed off! PLEASE GO SUPPORT THEM 💖

Here's a lil preview of it, which is also the excerpt I based the comic on!!

[ "When he woke up this time, he remembered. That seemed likely to be an error of some sort. This was likely unintended. This had been the third time he had been rebooted. This time the memory wipe was unsuccessful. This time he remembered the commands entered to wipe his memory, his hard drive, completely. A quick scan of his code showed that the commands had been used two times previously and were successful then but this time had not been so. This was odd. Even stranger, no one seemed to notice that this memory wipe hadn’t worked.

Instead this time he remembered. He remembered everything entered into his command log prior to being sent out on the previous mission. A mission he failed. He remembered the kill codes, backlogs, and data arrays encrypted into his source code, information that for all intents and purposes should have been wiped clean. There should have been nothing left of him, whatever that once was. But in place of a blank slate, his memory files remained. Fresh within them laid the recording from his last mission, his latest failure. He couldn’t draw back on his previous failures, a reasonable assumption, as the data wipes then had been successful and all that remained of those instances were the backlogs showing the memory wipes happened at all.

That search, proving worthless, led him to revisiting the videos that somehow inexplicably remained of the last mission. He had failed this time, like he concluded he must have done two times before. He had lost to the blue creature he was made in the likeness of. This creature was fast beyond what his rockets and motors then could handle. The blue being packed a heavy punch and ruthless kick. It also didn’t pull its punches either. Its blows all but destroying him during their battle, leaving him in scraps by the end. He couldn’t feel pain. That was beneath him. But the memory of his exposed wires, missing leg, and punched through motor in his chest caused his fans to spin faster than ever. The whirring sound building as he slowly sat up from the work table he was laid on." ]

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Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

Side 2. Rina, Rocket Puncher

Note: someone pls tell her to stop punching the phone-

This took place between Chapter 35 & 36

The Smash Room was not the type of place Y/n had expected to visit that day. The walls were covered in padding, and an impressive assortment of “smashable” items—plates, bottles, electronics—lined the shelves like some dystopian buffet. Karina stood beside him, grinning from ear to ear, holding a bat like it was the best gift she’d ever received.

“Are you… sure about this?” Y/n asked, eyeing a particularly delicate-looking lamp.

Karina rolled her eyes, thrusting a bat into his hands. “Yes, I’m sure. Trust me; you’ll thank me later.”

“But smashing things on purpose… it feels wrong,” he admitted, staring down at the bat.

Karina laughed, already cracking her knuckles in anticipation. “It’s supposed to feel wrong! That’s the point. I needed a place to blow off steam, and I thought it’d be way more fun if you came along to try it out.”

"…I don't really have anything to blow off steam, though?" Y/n questioned.

"Lies." Karina deadpanned. "You're dating Minjeong. Surely there is something you find annoying about her."

"Oi, you're trying to rat me out now?" Y/n widened his eyes.

"It's between us." Karina giggled. "…unless?"

Y/n gulped, but Karina’s enthusiasm was infectious. “Fine… let’s do this.”

-

When they finally suited up, helmets secure and armed with a stack of plates, old electronics, and an assortment of glass bottles in the centre of the room, Y/n couldn’t shake a lingering sense of hesitation. He’d been dragged here, no doubt, by Karina’s insistence that “everyone needs to smash something every once in a while.” She practically glowed with energy as she scanned the items around them, clearly fired up for what was about to go down.

“Ready to blow off some steam?” Karina asked, eyeing a nearby plate with a devilish grin. She picked it up and weighed it in her hands like a pro, already looking to him for the go-ahead.

“Uh, as ready as I’ll ever be,” Y/n replied, still clutching his bat with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. “You seem a little too excited about this.”

“Oh, trust me, I am,” Karina laughed. “You don’t know how badly I’ve needed this!”

With a wild swing, she sent the first plate crashing against the wall, bits of ceramic scattering in every direction. She let out a triumphant yell, her face lighting up.

“Jeez,” Y/n said, raising an eyebrow. “Is that plate supposed to be someone in particular?”

Karina grinned, winding up for the next throw. “That one was for all the times I’ve had to work late for a last-minute meeting. And—” She smashed another plate. “—for every time I had to remind everyone to be on time, especially NINGNING!”

Y/n snorted, gripping his own plate. “Ning just use her aespa time….a bit too much, huh?”

“Oh, and don’t get me started on the stress of managing appearances and, like, fifty different social media expectations!” Karina vented, smashing another plate with gusto. “Not everything needs to be perfect, but the pressure is still there! SO DAMN ANNOYING!”

“YES!” Y/n said with feeling, setting up his own bottle to smash. He hesitated for a moment, thinking back on his recent frustrations with Winter, from her infamous ‘kiss prank’ to the slightly overwhelming reality of actually dating her…which came with some undisclosed baggage. He swung, and the bottle exploded in a satisfying burst.

“OHHH SHT! That felt good!”

From the bottom of his heart, he loved Winter, but that was liberating.

Karina, catching his thoughtful look, nudged him with a knowing smile. “That looked personal. Care to share?”

He grinned, a little sheepishly. “It’s just… Jeong. There’s so much about her that’s awesome, but dating her is a whole new experience. I mean, she’s perfect, but also impossible. She just, like, invades my space EVERYWHERE, which sounds great…"

"Uhuh" Karina was intrigued.

"…until she messes with all my stuff and stole my oreo stashes I kept for myself.”

“Oh, I get it. Minjeong does have that… selective attention to detail,” Karina laughed, setting up another bottle. “She’ll memorise every outfit in her closet but will still ‘forget’ to tell you she invited the whole group over to your place.”

Y/n laughed, nodding. “Exactly! And it’s like the more time we spend together, the more I realize she’s just as rowdy as the rest of you—if not more. But… it’s hard to stay annoyed when she gives me that look, you know?”

Karina grinned as she grabbed a plate, holding it up like it was a prized possession. “This one? This is for every time a schedule’s changed last minute, throwing off everything we’ve worked on!” She wound up, smashed it, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Y/n found himself nodding along. “You know, Jeong has this habit of casually dropping huge things at the last possible moment. Like, ‘Oh, by the way, I promised my mom I’d come by for dinner’—while we’re already on our way somewhere else.”

“Oh, she finally did that to you!” Karina laughed, taking a quick swing at another bottle, the glass shattering on impact. She turned back to him with a playful glint in her eye. “Sounds like you’ve got your hands full.”

“Tell me about it.” Y/n lined up another bottle and smashed it with a swing that was a little more enthusiastic than he’d intended. “I love her for how she is, but…those will kill my sanity.”

They both shared a laugh, the cathartic smashing of objects somehow loosening up more than just physical tension.

-

“Alright, Rina, use Rocket Punch!” Y/n challenged, feeling his earlier nervousness fade as he grabbed another plate and handed it to her.

"Ya, I'm not a Pokemon!" She took it, eyeing him with a mock-serious expression.

"Whatever, do it!" Y/n cheered.

“This one is for all the choreography changes we go through in the middle of a tour,” she muttered with feigned gravity, before smashing it so hard that tiny ceramic pieces ricocheted off the wall.

"Perfect shot." Y/n winced and gave a low whistle. “Remind me to never get on your bad side.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Honestly, I think all of us need this every once in a while. You can’t keep everything bottled up without it exploding, right?”

He nodded, a grin spreading on his face. “Speaking of which, I think it’s time for the grand finale.” He held up an old radio, raising its high for dramatic effect.

“Ohhh, nice choice!” Karina cheered, standing back to give him space.

"KIM MINJEONG! STOP DOODLING ON MY FACE!"

With a loud yell, Y/n hurled the radio against the wall, bits of plastic and metal scattering everywhere as they both burst into laughter.

Breathless, Y/n leaned back against the wall, shaking his head. “Holy….I seriously didn’t think this would be so… satisfying.”

Karina nodded, grinning at him. “I knew you’d come around. It’s not just about breaking things; it’s about letting go, you know?”

He looked at her, her usual serious leader demeanour replaced with a relaxed, genuine smile. “You know, I think we all see you as this powerhouse who just handles everything. It’s easy to forget that you need to punch things.”

Karina’s smile softened. “I guess I do. It’s just… hard sometimes. When you’re the leader, there’s this pressure to always be ‘on’ and ‘perfect.’ But, it’s nice to have these moments where I can just be myself. Not ‘Karina the leader,’ just Karina.”

“Well, for the record, you’re pretty cool Rina, leader or not,” Y/n said, giving her a sincere look. “I think we’d all be a little lost without you, to be honest.”

“Cool? Not cute?”

“Erm. Sorry, I have a Minjeong.” Y/n denied.

She let out a soft chuckle, bumping his shoulder. “Thanks, Y/n. It’s nice to hear that, especially from someone who has to put up with us 24/7.”

"You're welcome." Y/n grinned. "Now, please stop punching the camera."

-

Exhausted and a little breathless, they finally put down their bats, slumping onto a bench in the lounge area. Bits of dust and tiny shards clung to their protective gear, but they looked thoroughly exhilarated.

Y/n turned to her with a smile. “You’re living up to the name Rocket Puncher, you know that?”

Karina shrugged, though her eyes sparkled. “I guess I just have a habit of punching things.”

Y/n laughed. “Just don’t go overboard. We can’t have you smashing plates left and right during practice, alright?”

She laughed, nodding. “Fair enough. I’ll keep it contained to smash rooms.”

They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes before Karina pointed toward the photo booth in the corner, her eyes lighting up. “Hey! Before we go, we should take a picture. Just, you know, to remember today.”

Y/n followed her gaze and groaned. “Are you serious? We look like we just walked out of a war!”

“Exactly! That’s the point!” Karina insisted, practically dragging him over. “C’mon, tough guy, one picture won’t kill you.”

As the camera flashed, Karina made a series of increasingly ridiculous faces, pulling Y/n into the antics with her. By the last frame, he was laughing so hard he barely noticed the camera snapping.

When the photos printed, Karina held up the strip with pride. “This is definitely going up on the fridge. Maybe I’ll even show Minjeong.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Please don't. She’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

Karina just smirked, pocketing the photos. “Consider it payback for letting me rant today. And don’t worry—I’ll only tease you a little.”

“Tsk.” Y/n sighed. “ But thanks for this, Rina. I think I needed it more than I realised.”

She smiled, looping her arm over his shoulder. “Anytime, Y/n. A little smash helps wonder.”

They sat in comfortable silence, the weight of the conversation lingering, but in a way that felt comforting rather than heavy.

-

Karina’s usual habit was quickly taken up by a notch in the dorm. No one could resist teasing her after each new incident, and her reactions—half-defensive, half-mortified—only added to the fun.

Which happened sooner than expected.

One evening, everyone was gathered around the dinner table for takeout night. Y/n watched with an amused grin as Karina grabbed her chopsticks with a little too much enthusiasm, causing her plate to slip and crack against the table.

“Welp, another one bites the dust,” Y/n quipped, leaning back with a smirk.

Karina gave him a narrowed look, cheeks flushed. “You know what? Maybe plates these days just aren’t made to last!”

Winter snorted. “Or maybe you’re just turning into some kind of superhero with ‘smash’ as your only superpower.”

“Sooo…Hulk?” Giselle questioned.

Karina huffed, crossing her arms. “Well, I didn’t ask for this power.”

Ningning leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah, but if you keep breaking things, people might actually believe you’re the leader of a super-powered girl group.”

Giselle clapped her hands, laughing. “Imagine if they replaced our choreo with you smashing props on stage!”

Y/n’s eyes lit up with mock seriousness. “Rina, think of the fan meetings. You’d just need to sign autographs on concrete blocks with a sledgehammer or something.”

Karina tried to stifle her laugh but couldn’t. She finally gave in, laughing as she tossed a crumpled napkin at Y/n. “You’re all just jealous of my raw strength.”

-

The next morning, Y/n and Karina found themselves in the kitchen, prepping for a long day ahead. Karina was trying to work the espresso machine, but it seemed to be giving her trouble. As she pulled the handle, the coffee machine sputtered and stopped working entirely.

“Did it just…?” Karina blinked, staring at the lifeless machine.

Y/n, stifling a laugh, leaned in to inspect. “Hmmmm, let’s see, it was perfectly fine this morning, and now it’s dead. Who could possibly be responsible?”

Karina swatted his arm. “Hey! I didn’t even touch it that hard! I just… pulled the lever with a bit of confidence.”

“Oh, ‘confidence,’” Y/n said with a grin. “That’s a nice way of putting it. You know, you’re like a coffee machine whisperer… except in reverse.”

Karina glared at him, then let out a laugh. “Fine, maybe I got a little too eager. But you’re making the coffee, then.”

Y/n shook his head, feigning exasperation as he grabbed his phone to put in a delivery order for iced lattes instead. “I’ll be sending this bill to the SM. You know, at this rate, you’re going to single-handedly ruin every appliance in the dorm.”

“Then maybe you should start getting unbreakable appliances,” Karina shot back, grinning as she took a seat at the counter.

Winter wandered into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. She looked between the two and yawned. “What happened now?”

“Coffee machine casualty,” Y/n explained, waving a hand at the machine. “She claimed another victim.”

Winter shook her head with a small laugh. “Great….another funeral?”

Karina shrugged, holding up her hands in surrender. “Apparently, I’ve just… developed an ult.”

-

A few days later, Karina and Y/n were shopping for some supplies when they wandered into the electronics section. They’d been joking about her newfound “habit” all morning, and Karina couldn’t resist poking fun at herself.

“Ya, Y/n, think they sell smash-proof headphones?” she asked with a grin, picking up a sleek pair.

He laughed. “If they did, you’d be their first customer.”

Karina nodded thoughtfully, pretending to examine the headphones. “Maybe we should just go all out and buy everything in metal. Like, imagine an indestructible blender or a phone that can survive anything.”

Y/n snorted, crossing his arms. “What, you’re planning on hurling your phone across the room?”

Karina gave him a playful nudge. “Not *intentionally*. But you never know.”

She picked up a ceramic mug, examining it thoughtfully. “Hmm. You think this one would survive me?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you try holding it like a normal human, and we’ll see?”

Karina broke into laughter, the two of them gathering curious stares from other shoppers. “Fine, fine, I’ll keep my grip to a minimum.”

-

That night, back at the dorm, the members were lounging around after a busy day. Y/n was tidying up the living room when he heard a familiar *crack* from the kitchen. He didn’t even have to look to know who the culprit was.

“YOO JIMIN!” he called, trying to sound stern but barely hiding his amusement.

Karina peeked around the corner, looking sheepish. “It was just a spoon…”

Winter groaned dramatically. “Do we even have spoons left at this point?”

Ningning held up a plastic spoon with a grin. “These are the only safe ones left. And I’m not taking any chances.”

Giselle couldn’t resist piling on. “At this rate, we’re going to have to wrap everything in bubble wrap. Including you, unnie.”

Karina laughed, her face flushing pink. “It’s not my fault! Everything’s so fragile!”

Y/n rolled his eyes, though he was smiling. “Okay, you and I are making a pact. Once a month, smash room therapy. But no more ‘practicing’ in the dorm, got it?”

Karina raised her hand in mock seriousness, nodding. “Fine, deal. Monthly smashing sessions only in the smash room. But only if you join me.”

The others burst into laughter as Y/n sighed, defeated. “Alright, alright. As long as you promise to keep your ‘smashing’ in the smash room.”

Winter nudged Karina, grinning. “This is really gonna be a thing, isn’t it?”

Karina shrugged, laughing. “Guess so. Let’s just hope I don’t smash anything important, like, I dunno… the door.”

“Or my boyfriend” Winter instantly glared at her leader while hugging Y/n. “Only he can deal with our rowdiness here.”

The entire group laughed, shaking their heads. Despite the accidental destruction, they couldn’t help but enjoy every minute of it. Karina’s “habit” had become an endless source of entertainment, and Y/n knew he’d never look at a coffee machine—or a remote—the same way again.

-

The next month rolled around, and true to their agreement, Y/n and Karina made another trip to the smash room. Karina was fired up, armed with a bat and practically bouncing on her heels as she looked at the new array of breakables.

“Oh, you’re going down this time,” she taunted, tossing Y/n a helmet. “Get ready to lose, mister.”

Y/n scoffed, slipping on his helmet and giving her a playful glare. “Is that so? We’ll see about that. Just don’t go breaking anything else when we get back to the dorm, okay?”

With that, the smash room countdown started, and they both went at it. Plates shattered, vases exploded, and Karina laughed wildly with every hit. They were neck and neck, neither one letting up as they plowed through piles of items. But just as they were about to swing at the last piece—a towering stack of old electronics—they paused, catching their breath.

Karina raised her bat, grinning. “Alright, let’s end this. Whoever smashes it first is the ultimate champ.”

Y/n, equally competitive now, rolled his shoulders, raising his bat. “Prepare to lose, Rocket Puncher.”

“Three… two… one!” They both swung, aiming straight for the top of the stack.

But just as they were about to hit, Karina’s bat connected a split second sooner, sending pieces flying—and her bat continued on its path, grazing Y/n’s arm as he tried to dodge.

“Ow!” he yelped, dropping his bat and clutching his arm, though a grin tugged at his lips.

Karina gasped, immediately dropping her bat. “Oh my gosh, Y/n! I’m so sorry!” She rushed over, her hands hovering as if she wanted to check on him but didn’t want to make it worse.

Y/n burst into laughter, holding his “injured” arm dramatically. “You actually smashed me, Karina! I didn’t know I’d signed up for *full-contact smashing.*”

She smacked his shoulder playfully, though she was still red-faced with embarrassment. “You were in my way! And stop laughing—I thought I broke your arm!”

He couldn’t help grinning. “Next time, we’re putting a strict no beating your manager rule in place. I barely survived.”

Karina laughed, shaking her head as she helped him up. “Guess I did win the smashing contest, though,” she teased, flashing him a victorious grin.

Y/n chuckled, rubbing his arm with a smile. “Yeah, yeah, Rocket Puncher… but the prize is definitely on you. Because from now on, I’m giving you a permanent smash ban.”

She pouted, though she couldn’t hold back her smile. “Fine. But don’t be surprised if I accidentally ‘smash’ something again. Just… try not to stand in my way next time?”

“That sounds wron-“

“Finish that and you will eat this bat.” Karina glared.

“Yes ma’am”

With a shared stifled laugh, they both left the smash room, Karina proudly claiming her “victory” and Y/n mentally preparing to dodge any “unintentional” smash attacks back at the dorm.

As they finished their monthly agreement and left the smash room, a renewed sense of camaraderie between them, both feeling lighter than they had in a long time. There was certainly mild hostility between the two of them when first met, but things changed for the better.

It wasn’t just the smashing or the laughs—it was the reminder that they had each other, through all the chaos, and that was a pretty solid foundation to lean on.

[heckinconfusedparade]

Woe! Sonic character headcanons be upon Ye!

Sonic:

- Learned how to cook while raising Tails and got really good at it

- Hedgehog Gordon Ramsay

- Can’t bake for shit tho

- Made up a lullaby that he sings to Tails to help him sleep. It’s been effective since the kit was 4

- In the warmer months, Sonic scouts out nice places for his annual picnic with Amy. He loves hanging out with her and enjoying sweets!

- Has a memorial for Chip with his necklace somewhere hidden

- Ran before he could walk

- Bothers Knuckles on Angel Island at least twice a week

- He and Shadow spar every week

- Bro has a bunch of Knick knacks and trinkets from his adventures

- Has a lazy day every once in a whilel

- He does vocal warm ups every morning as part of his little routine, even if he doesn’t plan on singing that day. It’s good to warm up before doing a lot of speaking!

Tails:

- He’s so sweet but so sassy

- Will sass a grown man to death

- Hugs people he really loves with his tails included

- He has a blacksmith place somewhere

- Had to have an intervention for his mint addiction (unsuccessful)

- His love language is gift giving! His gifts are one of a kind

- He made Shadow a gun for Christmas. It has bullets that explode on impact. It’s a tiny rocket launcher

- Used a chaos emerald to give a box Chaos Control so he can warp stuff back to his workshop

- the box defies logic, and he can fit literally anything in it

Amy

- If anyone insults or puts down her besties it’s ON SIGHT! EVEN IF ITS THE BESTIE SAYIN IT ABOUT THEMSELF (looking at you, TAILS)

- Refuses to let anyone go hungry. Angel to anemic and diabetic community!

- Spars with Knuckles to practice her hand to hand combat

- Meets up with Sonic in the coldest part of winter so they can hibernate together

- Loves her picnic dates with Sonic!

- Got Vanilla to homeschool Tails so at least the kid can have credentials to go into higher education in the future if he wants

- Loves thrift shopping! One man’s trash is this gals treasure!

- Crystal girl

- Shares Taylor Swift album theories with Shadow. They both go crazy for it

- She took Cream, Rouge, Blaze, and Sticks on a road trip. It was the most chaotic thing to hit the roads that summer.

Knuckles:

- is the reason a mountain has a giant crack in it

- vibe checks buildings for faulty wiring with his electro signal echidna stuff

- Bro moves the soil around his island to promote healthier plant life

- Bro is the single teen dad of many many many Chao

- Tries to leave the island whenever he can. He has a map of places that Sonic marked because they made him think of him!

- Taught Tails how to throw one hell of a punch and how to use his namesakes in combat

- Secretly looks forward to Rouge’s visits because he finds the sparring fun

Shadow:

- His room is usually only illuminated by a lamp because the sun shines directly in his window, and the ceiling light is too bright

- the lightbulb in the lamp changes colours. Rouge calls it his Mood Lamp

- If Sonic doesn’t show up to their weekly sparring, he gets concerned and indirectly searches for the dude. He’d rather die than admit he’s concerned tho

- Taylor Swift karaoke night with Amy

- Plays Project SEKAI

- Has a garden full of beautiful flowers dedicated to Maria. Amy and Sonic helped find flowers and seeds, and Knux provided the soil. They didn’t ask to get involved, nor were they asked, they just found out from Rouge and decided to help Shadow out

- He cannot fucking cook

- He cannot fucking bake

- There’s very few things he can actually make BUT HES LEARNING

- Learning to enjoy life as it happens. He’s stopping to smell the roses and appreciate what he has right now, and tries not to lament about the past or future

Rouge:

- Sometimes visits Angel Island just to bother Knuckles

- She has a pair of boots that has spikes on the toes

- Taught Tails how to steal

- She’s Cream’s favourite guest to bring to a tea party because of all the drama she brings with her.

- Is the reason Tails is a gossip

- She played Thief Simulator and had the greatest time ever

- Watched analysis videos of people trying to solve heists she committed

- Pretended not to listen when Amy infodumped to her about crystal energy, but she actually finds it very interesting

Omega:

- Trusts Tails with his life

- Because he can’t fit through doors or knock without breaking them, he stands outside the window waiting for someone to notice him outside

-or he just breaks the door anyway because why not

- Loves fireworks, wants to fire them on his own

- Absorbs every insult he hears Sonic make, as well as searches up on the internet to add to his database just so he can insult Eggman in a way that matters.

[z0mbbiegvrl]

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September 20th, 2025 - SOUTH PARK, COLORADO

“I’m telling you, nobody’s gonna care about what happened at that party in ten years,” Craig said, for what felt like the tenth time. The ravenette was so sick of this conversation that he opened and closed the weather app on his phone the whole time.

“But I will remember.” You stressed, tossing your math book into your locker. 

“You have to chill out, Christ.” Craig put his phone in his pocket, leaning against his locker. “I mean, you got drunk and said a lot of bullshit, so what? So does every drunk person on the planet.” 

“I also punched that guy at Circle K.” 

“Give me one drunk person that doesn’t get aggressive or do dumb shit? Have you seen Stan’s dad?” 

You deadpanned, “Please don’t compare me to Mr.Marsh.” 

Craig laughed as you closed your locker, “C’mon, he’s the reason we have Supercut.” 

“But when I reach for you, there's just a supercut.” You jokingly sang. Walking to your least favorite class. “Fuck, i’m gonna fail that test.” You said, staring at the teacher through the open door, who was writing down ‘TEST TODAY’ on the chalkboard. 

“Yikes, good luck.” Craig removed his arm from yours, going over to his class next door. 

“Fuck..” You muttered, groaning as you walked into the class. You sat at your desk, getting out your pencil, watching the teacher pass out the paper packet for the test. You sighed, seeing how much you had to do, four whole front and back pages. But even with this shitty test at the begining of the first quater, life could always be worse. 

After a long, cold hour and a half, you finally thanked the gods that the bell went off. Grabbing your stuff and test, tossing it into the complete bucket before walking to your locker. Opening it to toss your bag into it, you had lunch finally, which meant you had your first client for the day. Bebe had started a small side hustle for the girls to do back in freshman year, giving anyone who needed it, relationship advice, Love, and Sex. This wasn’t something you always did, but with Red going to be gone for the first half of the school year, you offered to help after years of Bebe asking you to join. 

At first, you declined because you didn’t know the first thing about love. Hell, you could barely say the word without gagging. But now it wasn’t as terrible, you still couldn’t mutter the L word, but most of the time the person would go on and on, so you didn’t have to say much other than some advice on what to do. The job paid well and was a piece of cake. 

Walking over to the girls' bathrooms by the football field, you spotted Annie Nelson with a random guy. He seemed visibly saddened, sobbing as he tried to help him before she said something, and he nodded, walking off and past you back to the school as Annie went into the bathroom. Huh..that was weird. 

You made your way into the bathroom, seeing Bebe pay Annie.

“Uh…Am I not working today?” You asked, closing the door behind you.

Bebe jumped in surprise before she smiled, “We’re changing plans. And before you get upset because you do. We’re moving you to sex topics.”  

Your eyes widened, “What? Why?”

“This is way more difficult than I thought it would be.” Bebe walked over to her make-up chart, wheeling it out into the open. “Your appointments have started diminishing, and that is absolutely nothing against you, but…Babe, you’re- um..” 

“Bad at this,” Annine added as she counted her payment. 

You scoffed, “How? It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to do this, I thought I was doing good. The couples I worked with are still together.”

“Jess dumped Jack.”

“Well he was a manwhore.”

“Chris and Vanessa are still fighting.”

“That one is not on me.”

Bebe sighed, walking over to you. “I’m saying this as a friend. You’ve never been in a relationship, so you can’t work relationships anymore.”

“Bebe..” 

Bebe looked over at Annie before she sighed, shaking her head. “Fine. You get one more chance. But-“ She paused, walking over to each girl’s money chart, you had never seen them before, but seeing just how much less money you made hurt your ego a bit. “You’re working both relationships and sex. And you’re going to beat Red’s score from last year.” 

“She has five thousand. I barely have..” You squinted your eyes to read the numbers.

“Three hundred and seventy-two dollars,” Annie answered for you.

“Thanks, Anne.”

“Well, you start as soon as you can.” Bebe tilted her head, “Clyde’s throwing a party this Friday, show up and find some people to bring into the club for help, and then we’ll start counting your appointments.”

There was a tense silence between everyone, those numbers lingering in your mind. Sure, you could turn this down and just accept this wasn’t cut out for you, but when did you, [Y/N] [L/N] ever back down from a challenge, especially beating Red of all people? 

“I’ll do it. I’ll beat Red and make six-thousand. I’ll be at the party.”

Bebe smiled, “Yay!” She clapped her hands together. “Okay, I’ll see you later for cheer practice.”

You walked out of the bathroom, kicking a rock out of frustration.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Oh my god, why did I agree to that?” You started saying to yourself as you paced, running a hand through your hair, “Just make six-thousand dollars, yeah, I can do that.” 

“Are you good?”

You looked up to see a random freshman trying to walk into the girls’ bathroom. You straightened yourself up, “Uh, yeah.” Quickly walking away from the kid and the bathroom. 

“And now I have to make 17 times more than I did last year.” 

“Why didn’t you just say no?” Craig said, as you two waited for Tweek to get out of his art class.

“I don’t know. I have something to prove, right?”

“No, no, you don’t. We live in America, just say no.”

“And I don’t even know how I’m going to seem credible enough for people to schedule with me.” You ignored what he said, messing with your backpack strap. “Bebe has a boyfriend, Wendy has a boyfriend, Annie is just very nice to talk to, I have nothing to base my advice on.”

“You don’t need a boyfriend to be credible. You just need to be honest with what you know.” Craig waved at Tweek, who was leaving his last class. “I don’t know why you feel obligated to do this.”

“I don’t know why either, but I’m gonna prove them wrong.” You smiled at him before walking down the hallway, blowing a kiss at him as a joke, only for Craig to flip you off. 

Now with a new pep in your step, you knew you had to do it. You were going to do it. Looking around the school as you walked to your cheer practice, you spotted different potential clients. A couple fighting there, a girl staring longingly at another girl, a boy trying to make a subtle move on his girl, your options were wide open and ready to be helped. As you made your way to the gym, you got tugged into the small equipment closet. 

“Hey!” You shrugged your arm away from the person before they turned the light on in the closet. “Stan?”

“I need to talk to you.”

You perked up, “Oh, did you want to book an appointment?” 

“Appointment? What? No. I need to talk to you about Wendy.”

“Did you guys break up again? That’s shitty if you did considering you guys took a big leap into your realtionship.”

“You know?”

“She tells me everything. I went with her to get the stuff from Walgreens.” You explained before throwing the topic out, “But what’s going on?”

“I didn’t get into the college she wants us to go to.”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry.”

Stan shook his head, “It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting to get in the first place. I just don’t know how to tell her.”

“You want me to ease the blow?”

“If you don’t mind…I know you’re close with her.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I don’t mind. I’ll do it. That’s what friends are for.”

“Sorry I haven’t come around much, been dealing with shit.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You dropped your backpack to hug him, “I’ll talk to Wendy.”

“Okay, just don’t do it yet. She was pretty excited that she got in, and I want her to have the week to celebrate.”

“Yeah, of course.”

The closet door opened, breaking the moment, and you quickly pulled away to see Craig and Tweek.

“What are you two doing? This is our makeout closet.” Tweek said, picking at the buttons on his button-up. “Oh my god, were you two here to make out? Aren’t you with Wendy?” The blonde teen freaked out, grabbing Craig’s arm.

“We were just talking.” You got out before Tweek had a panic attack.

“Yeah, talking about how she’s dating Kyle.”

“What!?”

Stan shrugged, nudging your shoulder to follow along. You stammered, “Yeah, we were.”

“You’re dating Kyle? Thought you hated him?” Craig said, blindsided but a little offended, You never told him, despite how close you were.

“It’s new.  We-we agreed we’d just keep pretending how we were until we were ready to tell everyone.” 

“And I was telling her that Kyle told me about it, and I’m happy for them,” Stan added. 

“Right…” Craig said before waving You and Stan away, “Now go, you’re cutting into our time together before detention.”

You quickly grabbed your bag and walked out, letting the couple close the door before you grabbed Stan’s arm.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I panicked.”

“Panicked so hard you told them I was dating Kyle?” You scoffed, “They probably wouldn’t have just moved on if we told the truth.” 

“Telling the truth would sound even worse. Besides, this is the makeout closet.”  

“You dragged me in there!” You stressed.

“Look, we’ll just tell Kyle in case they say something.”

“Craig won’t.”

“What about Tweek?”

You paused before sighing, “Good point. Where’s Kyle?”

“Gym.”

You walked over to the double-doors, throwing one open, “You’re explaining this shit to him.”

The gym was filled with the cheerleaders and basketball players, the groups were separated on different sides of the gym. The cheerleaders were barely warming up, telling you you weren’t as late as you thought you were, and the basketball players had just taken their first break. Stan walked over to Kyle who was sitting on the bleachers, the redhead smiling at his friend. You see them exchange a few words before Stan waved you over, you didn’t miss how Kyle looked you up and down.

“I forgot you were a cheerleader.”

“I forgot you existed.”

“Guys.” Stan being the peacemaker stopped this small words, he looked at both of you. “So, um, Kyle…[Y/N] needs your help with something. I gotta go. Bye.”

“Stan!” You shouted back for him, “That asshole.”

Kyle crossed his arms. “So?”

“Stan told Craig and Tweek we were dating..”

“He what?”

“I know. I just wanted to warn you about-“ You glanced over at the girls, seeing Bebe and Annie talking, before you realized this was your shot. If you could make everyone think you pulled the one person that couldn’t stand you, that would boost your ratings. “about how everyone already knows. Tweek blurted it out.” 

“So, everyone?” Kyle looked around the gym, catching a few people looking in his general direction. 

“Yeah, so we should just leave it alone. Better yet, we can pretend?” 

Kyle scoffed at your sudden wordvomit, “Yeah, right. Goodbye, [Y/N].”

“Wait!” You grabbed his arm, “Please, please.”

“No, [Y/N].”

You backed up before you moved to stand in front of him, “Annie, Annie Nelson. I could get you a date with her.”

“I don’t- How did you-“

“Doesn’t matter. We’re running that club Bebe started, the dating advice stuff. Well, I could use my own credible source for dating.” You said, “Since Stan already said we were dating, I could use you to help get more appointments that way people will think my advice is something I use in my own life.” 

Kyle looked at you unimpressed, glancing over at the girl you brought up, the silence killing you.

“You said everyone already knows?”

You nodded, “Yeah.” 

“Fine. What the hell.” Kyle shrugged, “I’ll help.”

“Really?” You were genuinely shocked he agreed before you got serious, “Clyde’s throwing a party tomorrow night, i’ll send you the details.”

Kyle nodded, taking a sip of his water. “Right, now I think we’re both missing out on practice.”

“Yeah, fuck, um..Thanks, I really owe you one.” You waved bye to Kyle, rushing over to your girls.

This might just work out, you thought as Wendy scolded you for being late to practice. 

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Public/visible accident

Kali sat impatiently for the bathroom in the lecture hall waiting for her professor to dismiss class. She really needed to shit, but was say in the middle of a long row of people. She had been constipated for so long she forgot the last time she relieved herself, why did it have to be now?

30 minutes after the usual dismissal people finally started leaving, she could finally pack up and go. Tiny farts found their way around the hard compact in her intestines and out into her shorts one by one as she moved to pack her stuff. As she tried to push another tiny fart out to relieve pressure, she felt a hard log poke out into her shorts, with a small help, she stood from her seat and abandoned her stuff, she would go back for it later.

Speed walking down the hallway whilst turtleheading felt wierd, the friction of her legs moving made her asshole hot. She finally arrived at the bathroom to see a long line of people waiting. She knew she could never wait that long, she sucked it up and walked to the next closest bathroom, it was just a building over…

As she finally exited the building she was in she began losing it. Her body was forcing her to expel her waste. she found a nearby bench and sat down, leaning forward. Trying not to attract too much attention, she resisted the urge to put her hands on her stomach, instead laying them in a more presentable position.

A long hard turd emerged from Kali’s ass into her clothes, opening her asshole to an uncomfortable size as she groaned. The thick log slowly tenting her shorts until it made contact with the bench she was sitting on.

She clamped her asshole shut and cut off the rest of her shit from escaping, however the damage had already been done. The bulge would definitely be visible if anyone were to walk by.

Two days worth of warm solid shit rested out her ass like a hard cock teasing her asshole, four more days of poo would reside in her gut waiting to be set free. She held her hands behind her in an attempt to cover the bulge as she stood up and started her walk back to her dorm room.

Halfway there she began to cramp up, walking through the crowded college campus she tried her hardest to blend in and not make any sudden movements, but the cramps packed a hard punch and came randomly. A hard cramp hit seemingly out of nowhere forcing her knees to buckle and a her gut to push painfully hard.

The rest of her load rocketed out, hard long thick logs of shit flew out of her asshole into her shorts tripling the size of her previous load, resulting in small pellets of shit plopping onto the ground.

The crowd of students began to take notice of Kalis situation as she scrunched her face at the ground. Mumbles of disgust and pity grew around her, some students with a group of friends laughing immaturely at the sight. Kali shamefully waddled forward looking at the ground.

As Kali finally reached a more isolated area in campus, she reached behind her to the hem of her shorts between her inner thigh and spread her legs apart in an attempt to release the pile of turds onto the ground. After a few seconds of shaking and stretching her shorts a large clump of poop fell out. She breathed a sigh of relief and stood up straight, kicking the mass of shit to the grass.

The size of the load had already damaged her shorts from stretching, she could still feel a small droplet of shit on her left cheek, her ass still felt dirty, she needed to wipe, and her asshole still hurt from being stretched open by the large there’s. But life would move on. She began walking back to the lecture hall, hoping no one had stolen her stuff.