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maiaxd · 7 days ago

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What the dromies bad place would be (It’s basically your personal hell disguised to be heavan called the good place, designed to annoy you in the most specific and petty ways possible.)

Drew’s Bad Place:

Everyone’s super into expensive stuf…but they all casually mention they have the newer version of what he owns. “Oh, you got the Mark IV? Cute. I just upgraded to the V Pro Max Ultra.”

They give him a Cybertruck. As a gift. With a bow on top. Everyone claps when he drives it. He cries.

There’s music always playing. It’s the music club. Hailey’s voice. Jake’s harmony. He asks what that sound is, but no one else can hear it.

Everywhere he looks, there’s a girl who has Zoey’s face that’s on ads, billboards, brand launches, memes, campaigns. And has that same exact high pitched laugh that comes up during her tours of the neighbourhoods.

Jake’s Bad Place:

He has a crowd of adoring fans that follow him everywhere…but they’re insane. Like crying, screaming, asking for hair clippings insane. He can’t go to the bathroom without applause.

Every time he tries to sing, his voice cracks. Like, bad. On national broadcast. Every time. No one notices it but him.

He keeps getting texts from his old ‘reformed’ bullies saying they’re “so proud of him.” They add, “We always knew you’d be soft like that.”

No one ever lets him finish a sentence. They just nod slowly and go “aww,” like he’s being brave for speaking.

Liam’s Bad Place:

Every joke or bit he does is taken 100% seriously. Says “I’d marry that hot 40-year-old Mama” ….she shows up in a wedding dress, and everyone supports it.

His soulmate is a Twitch streamer he used to donate to. She only calls him “Megachad9000”, never by his real name, and constantly says things like: “Awww, thanks for the small donation again 🥺 not quite top donor though!”

Everyone around him fixes problems in the most stupid, outrageous way and drags Liam in to help. No matter what he suggests, they do the opposite. He has to watch it in pure boredom and agony

His favorite movies are remade as musicals. And they all end with friendship hugs.

Henry’s bad place:

Every anime ever made is available but only in bad dub, with voice acting that never matches the mouth movements. (He knows something’s wrong but can’t quite name it.)

Everyone is taller than him. By exactly one inch. No more. No less. They all act like it’s a huge difference.

He finally meets “Lettuce-chan”— and she’s just a white girl in a Party City wig. Says things like “Onii-chan~” with a Southern accent.

Whenever he tries to make a joke. Someone immediately explains it back to him, seriously, like they’re worried about his mental state.

All the salads are pre-tossed with ranch and croutons. He asks for plain lettuce and they say “we don’t do raw food anymore.”

When he tries to flirt, he’s always referred to as “such a little brother vibe.”

Lia’s bad place:

Her soulmate is that one TikTok e-boy she used to simp for. He only ever flirts by saying “That’s so hot” to everything she does— it feels vaguely like karma. His biggest passion? Crypto. His biggest dream? A collab with MrBeast. She got the ick an hour in.

Everyone mispronounces her name in a slightly different way. “Laya?” “Leah?” “Liya?” but they swear they’re saying it right.

People keep asking her to make announcements for the most ridiculous things. Stuff like: “Wardrobe decorating class starts in five minutes!” “It’s my dog’s anniversary—everyone celebrate!” “Lost: One single sock. Please call.”

She has become the go to person and she HATESSS it.

Zoeys bad place:

She’s a fashion icon in a place where the hottest trend is “eco-minimalist modestwear.”

People look at her outfits and say, “Oh wow, thrifted?”

Her catchphrase “Know your worth, then add tax” gets stolen and rebranded by someone named Zoiee.

Her soulmate is rich, hot, and famous but insists on bonding by making her watch him do weird tasks for hours. “Babe, come watch me reorganize my sock drawer again. It’s how I show love.”

Everyone around her constantly says, “Wow, you’re so lucky to be with him!” Even when he’s chewing with his mouth open and talking about NFTs. Bonus if she has to stop multiple people from trying to get with him.

I have more ideas for the rest of the characters!!!

#the music freaks #freakblr #tmf drew #tmf jake #tmf henry #tmf liam #tmf zoey #tmf lia

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maiaxd · 11 days ago

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Fic wip

While I was planning my fic, it was originally going to be set at a sci-fi-style academy with the dromies, but I ended up changing it to take place after school, when they’re around 18 or 19.

I don’t think I’d ever add this to the fic (It’s called dead signal on ao3 if you ever want to read it!) so might aswell post here cause I was giggling while writing this:

IMPERIAL ACADAMY

Jake’s face was everywhere.

Banners stretched across the west quad, ten feet tall and digitally enhanced so his eyes seemed to follow you. Holo-posters flickered just above the cafeteria doors, glitching between his salute and a slow-motion smile. Tiny postcards were pinned to every dorm bulletin board, tucked into meal trays, even plastered to someone’s bunk.

Smiling. Saluting. Jawline sharpened into propaganda perfection.

BE A HERO. BE HIM.

Jake Sterling was the face of the Empire’s new “youth campaign.”

And he was also curled in a fetal position inside a floating trash trolley.

“I’m gonna die,” Jake muttered, surrounded by discarded versions of his own face.

“You’re not gonna die,” Drew said, scraping another poster off a pillar with grim efficiency. “You’re just gonna be moderately humiliated for the rest of your natural life.”

Jake groaned like a wounded animal. “I look like a baby-faced fascist. And they made my neck longer. Why is my neck so long?”

“Honestly?” Henry peered over the edge of the trolley, nodding solemnly. “It’s kinda majestic. Like a noble space giraffe.”

“Oh my god, Henry.”

“No, seriously! if I saw you in the wild with that neck, I’d assume you were that guy.”

Jake covered his face with a crumpled poster. “Please stop talking.”

Liam, standing nearby with a stack of ripped-down holos, hurled one expertly into the bin. “At least they picked someone with symmetrical eyebrows. Imagine if they picked Vincent.”

Everyone made a disgusted noise in unison. Drew even shuddered.

“Vincent’s eyebrows look like they lost a fight with a weedwhacker,” Henry added.

“Vincent would’ve demanded six costume changes and insisted on a sword,” said Liam. “And probably a shirtless version.”

“Gross,” Jake muttered. “And what even is my expression in half of these? I look like I’m selling cologne.”

Jake flopped backward with a heavy sigh, the glossy versions of his own face crinkling under him like dead leaves.

“I hate this academy. I hate the Empire. I hate Miss Jones for making me sign that waiver—”

“You didn’t read the waiver,” Drew shot back, casually folding a poster with military precision.

“I thought it was for cafeteria surveys!” Jake snapped, then pointed accusingly at his own grinning image. “This is entrapment.”

Henry held up another poster with a flourish. “Honestly, if I wasn’t your friend, I’d buy this.”

Jake threw a crushed one at his face.

——

A few levels above, across the quad’s catwalk, Lia was pretending very hard to look casual while being anything but casual.

Her eyes darted left and right. Then she seized Zoey’s wrist like a woman on a covert mission.

“There’s one still up!” she whisper-yelled, dragging Zoey toward a still-pristine poster near the stairwell.

Zoey planted her feet. “Absolutely not. No.”

“Oh my god, I’m not going to do anything! I just…want one before they’re all gone!”

Zoey folded her arms, eyebrows arched to lethal heights. “So you do want to collect Jake merch.”

“It’s not merch,” Lia hissed, cheeks going full reactor-core red. “I just think it’s funny! He looks stupid in it!”

Zoey’s stare could have sliced durasteel. “You’re no better than those brainwashed girls outside the medbay who have fan shirts and call themselves the ‘Sterlings.’ Stand up. Be better.”

“They do look good in them…”

“That’s not the issue!” Zoey snapped, waving a finger in her face. “You’re doing all this—for that.”

She jabbed her finger at Jake’s face on the poster and started making dramatic circles around his hair.

“That buzz cut is abysmal.”

“It’s cool!” Lia squeaked, clutching Zoey’s arm like a life preserver. “He looks like—like—some kind of rebel pilot.”

Zoey crossed her arms, defiant. “Well, what about that guy in Dorm C?”

Lia squinted. “Who, Adam?”

“Yes! Adam. He’s so much better than Jake!” Zoey eyes widened as if this proved everything.

Lia rolled her eyes so hard they practically clicked. “The same Adam who only speaks in three-sentence prompts?”

Zoey rolled her eyes.

Lia immediately continues, dropping her voice two octaves, and adopted a perfect frat-boy drawl. “Hey, Lia. Wanna see my flight record? Or my protein shake’s, like, so hardcore, man.”

Zoey actually snorted but recovered fast. “Yeah, well… still. That.” She jabbed her finger at Jake’s poster again.

Lia flailed her hands. “Come on, just—let me grab one.”

Zoey held up her palm like a traffic droid. “No. Because the second you have it, it’ll end up laminated and tucked under your pillow like some shrine.”

“It will not!” Lia protested, voice going squeaky.

Zoey’s eyes narrowed. “I check your locker, you know.”

Lia froze, scandalized. “That’s a violation of privacy.”

Zoey leaned closer, voice syrupy and dangerous. “And I say it’s damage control.”

Lia whined under her breath. “Why are you like this?”

Zoey threw her hands in the air. “Because you’re pathetic, and he’s my boyfriend’s best friend, and I refuse to be involved in this nonsense.”

“But—” Lia started.

Suddenly, Voices floated up from below.

“…if I see my face next to ‘Enroll. Enlist. Excel.’ one more time, I’m lighting myself on fire.”

Zoey hissed. “Shh. Teachers.”

But as they leaned over the rail, they saw only the boys.

Henry and Jake were crammed into the trash trolley, posters sticking out of Henry’s hair. Drew was scraping a poster off a pillar. Liam waved a rolled-up one like a victory flag.

Zoey leaned over. “What in Emperor’s name are you all doing?”

Drew froze, scraper in hand. “…Community service?”

Zoey squinted. “Since when does community service involve a floating garbage trolley and three feet of Jake’s forehead?”

Jake stared at them like he wanted to evaporate.

Zoey folded her arms. “Are you erasing Jake from relevancy or what?”

Henry waved a poster. “We’re fighting propaganda with… uh… trash!”

Zoey turned sharp eyes on Drew. “Babe. You were supposed to be at the strategy seminar with me tomorrow morning.”

“I was… detained.” Drew glanced at Jake, helpless.

Liam leaned over the railing and called, “Hey, Zoey! Wanna buy a poster? There’s one with lipstick on it. Henry’s been kissing them.”

Henry flailed from inside the trolley. “I have not! That was a printing error—!”

Lia, meanwhile, was vibrating with silent panic.

Drew, still holding a half-peeled poster in one hand, finally looked up and narrowed his eyes. “What are you two doing here? It’s almost curfew.”

Zoey pursed her lips, turning slowly toward Lia.

Lia, for her part, was already making frantic eye contact. Don’t say anything, her eyes begged. Don’t ruin me. Don’t expose me. Let me leave this world with dignity. She gave a little head shake and flapped her hands in a universal “abort mission” gesture.

Zoey raised one unimpressed brow… and sighed. “We’re going to Maria’s room.”

Drew blinked. “Isn’t that… down there?” He gestured in the exact opposite direction.

Liam, ever helpful, piped up, “Yeah, her dorm’s three decks below—”

“Shut the fuck up, Liam,” Zoey snapped.

“…Okay,” Liam said quickly, raising both hands like a hostage.

Henry suddenly slammed his hands on the trolley’s rim. “Wait, what if we sell these?”

Jake’s eyes widened in horror. “No. Absolutely not.”

Zoey’s eyes gleamed. “Actually… why not? You’re already the face of recruitment. Let’s monetize it.”

Jake spluttered. “Zoey! This is extortion!”

Zoey shrugged. “So? It’s not my face.”

“I’d buy one.” Lia says seriously.

Everyone stared at her. Lia realised and practically shrank into her uniform. “I—I mean—for the bit—”

Zoey smirked. “See? Market demand.”

Henry slapped the side of the trolley. “Exactly. We’ll forge Jake’s signature. Or—oh my god—make him sign them for real. Authenticity!”

“No!” Jake yelped. “I’m not—”

Zoey glanced down at Drew. “Babe, tell him.”

Drew hesitated… and caved immediately under Zoey’s look.

“Jake, just… sign them. You’ll make people happy. Plus, I think I owe you one.”

Jake threw his arms up. “This is a violation of my human rights.”

Henry was already counting invisible coins on his fingers. “We’ll be loaded.”

Zoey nudged Lia with her elbow. “And we could build a clientele pretty easily.”

Lia nodded fervently, eyes shining as she whipped out her phone. “Already on it. Posting in the Academy group chat…”

She tapped furiously for about three seconds before hitting send.

“…and send.”

Two seconds later, Lia’s phone exploded with notifications. Pings, buzzes, and flashing alerts spilled across the screen.

Lia yelped, nearly dropping it. “Oh my god, it’s like a stampede!”

Liam leaned in, whistling low. “Damn, dude. You could start a religion.”

Zoey raised one perfectly arched eyebrow. “This sets women back many years.”

But then a wicked gleam lit her eyes, a glint sharp enough to cut glass. “However… if we charge ten tokens each, and two for twenty percent off, we’d make a fortune.”

Henry’s eyes went wide. “A discount? Genius. People love feeling scammed in bulk.”

Liam started counting on his fingers. “So… wait… if we sell fifty, that’s—”

Drew cut him off. “Don’t do math out loud, it’s embarrassing.”

They all slowly turned to Jake, who was shrinking deeper into his hoodie like a terrified tortoise.

Jake stared at the group, horror-stricken. “No. No way. I’m not signing a single—”

Henry shoved a poster into his hands. “Sign it.”

Jake sputtered. “I’m not—”

Zoey leaned further from over the railing, just so Jake could see her expression fully, voice all honey and poison. “Jakey… remember that time I made Lia delete that certain… private messages from your comm log before Daisy could see it?”

Jake froze, eyes darting around wildly. “You wouldn’t.”

Zoey’s smile was pure evil. “Try me.”

Lia thrusts a pen at him like a dagger. “Sign it. Please.”

Jake let out a long, defeated sigh and snatched the pen. “This… this is how democracies die.”

Henry grinned. “Nah. This is how we afford lunch desserts.”

#the music freaks #freakblr #tmf jake #tmf drew #tmf henry #tmf liam #tmf zoey #tmf lia #They’re doing all of this knowing damn well Drew been paying for their shit

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