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Canonical IDW insults from Sins of The Wreckers
(slight spoiler warning!)
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theriu · 4 months
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Hey ya’ll just wanted to share one of the best/funniest burns I have ever read.
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unyandere · 2 months
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Yandere villain x snarky civilian reader who doesn’t mind dying -pt.1
Tw: yanderish behaviour, swearing, mention of suicide, insults that come from the Gen Z and Gen α, reader doesn’t have a self-preservation sense, reader as so much sass that they could be called Sassophones, stupid jokes, please don’t answer like this to any criminal, childish behaviour (not in the pedophilia meaning, in the “saying stupid shit when you don’t have an answer” meaning), my English is quite bad (sorry)
Part 2
Yandere villain was fighting against the hero when he saw you, bleeding on the ground while unconscious, after he used his powers against a skyscraper… And he found that you were the most good-looking person he’s ever seen in his whole life, not even the greatest diamond would compare to your beauty or your worth… He had to take you with him…
Yandere Villain escapes the fight with the hero and takes you away to use you as an hostage so that the hero doesn’t follow him to his base
When you get to his base he calls his underlings and cures you, bandaging your wounds and caressing you.
He puts you on a sofa, handcuffed with toy handcuffs to make sure you don’t punch him when you wake up and awaits for you to awake.
You open your eyes, look around and see the villain that terrorised the city and (indirectly) killed both of your parents and you just give up, because unless the hero is able to localise you, you are not gonna come out of here alive.
“You’re awake” you hear him say.
“Nope” you answer, even if you are going to die, you won’t go down without annoying the hell out of him.
“Yes you are” he says caressing your cheek
“Nuh-huh” you answer, closing you eyes.
“Stop lying sweety or I’m gonna kill you” he threatens
“Do it, prissy boy” you sassily say.
“What?~ Honey, you’re not gonna a like it if I kill you” he says trying to be threatening
“Yes I will”
“No, sweetheart, you won’t”
“And how do you know that?” You ask with a smirk of superiority.
“Because no one likes to die, you little omelette!” He exclaims.
“Well I do!” You yell.
“Lower that voice, please” he orders.
“Nope, LALALLALALALALLALALLALA” you shout even louder.
“Fuck you, sweetheart” he exclaims with a passive-aggressive smile.
“Stop calling me sweetheart!” You shout.
“Oh? Is this annoying to you, sweetheart?” He asks with a smile.
“Fuck you! You no rizz, skill issue guy with a parentless behaviour” you answer giving him a middle finger.
“Oh no, sweetheart, I’m sooooooo offended” he says sarcastically.
“Offended like your mother when she saw your ugly face after you were born?” You ask with even more sarcasm in your voice.
“Sweetheart, if I were you I wouldn’t insult like this someone that can kill me so easily, you might not like the consequences~” he answers with a sugary voice, smiling with his eyes closed.
“And didn’t I tell you that I don’t mind dying, you motherfucker?” You answer smiling back.
“There are other things I can do other than killing you, you know?” He says looking at you with some eyes that look like the ones of a lion that has just seen an injured prey.
“And what if I don’t care about that either?” You answer mustering up all your courage to not look frightened.
He put an hand on your neck and pulls you closer.
“Well, sweety, that’s better for me~” he whispers in you ear.
You back away and manage to kick him while handcuffed.
“Eeeeeeeeeewwww, that phrase was sooo cringe” you say to mask the fear that had overcome you in that moment “Never even try to talk to me ever again!!!”
“What swe-“ he starts
“Shut up” you say to interrupt him.
“Oh sweethe-“ he starts again.
“Shush”
“But I-“
“Nope. Not listening. LALALSLLALALALALALALALALLALALALLALALALALALALALLALALALALLALALALALALALALALALALALALALAL”
“You shu-“
“LALLALALALLALALALLALLALA, CAN’T HEAR YOU! LALALSLALLALAALALLALLALALAL”
and you two continued like that for three days straight without any pause.
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furiousgoldfish · 7 months
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abusive parents when they make a gross negligent error that damages the child permanently: *angrily* well I meant well! Nobody can judge me because my intentions were good! If you make me feel bad for this you're a heartless monster, think of all of the things I did for you! I was doing my best!!
abusive parents when a kid makes a well-meaning mistake that doesn't do any real damage: demon! horrid despicable scum of the earth, you are monstrous, I know you did that on purpose to make me miserable, you enjoy my misery! Everything in the world is your fault and you need to be put into order! There is no punishment enough for what you did, you little scoundrel, you monster, just wait until you see what happens to you, you're going to regret the day you were born!
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nyahkmenrah · 7 months
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Ancient Egyptian insults have me laughing my ass off. I’m so using these.
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bobauthorman · 1 year
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Straw Hats Bullying Zoro
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minyicho · 21 days
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this is beautiful
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word-for-today · 3 months
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Word for today: nerk
An objectionable insignificant person
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The Golden Girls + SASS
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cupcakes-and-pain · 24 days
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Charles & Ollie: Past
Hey guys. Um. It’s been a while since I’ve written. Sorry. Anyway! I really love this piece. It’s also much longer than most chapters I write, I’m pretty sure. Almost 2.8k words. So that’s fun.
Enjoy!
CW: pet whump, slave whump, refusing to use someone’s name, insults, perceived abandonment (technically not real), fear of punishment, self hatred, unreliable narrator, drug trafficking, drugging mention, police, starvation, escape/running away, homelessness, fear of death
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It had been a normal day.
Wake up, make breakfast for Master, kneel quietly, and hope that he did well. Hope that he wouldn't have to spend the next few days tied up, bleeding, and starving in the basement. It was always his fault for being so stupid and deserving to be punished, but he could hope. Not want, of course, that'd never be allowed. But he could secretly wish and dream for a time when Master was forgiving.
Luckily, Master didn't find anything wrong with his pet's behavior that morning, so he set out. But not before giving his slave a strong kick to the ribs to keep him in his place. Pet preferred the kicks, the other choice for a daily reminder was a slap. Pet hated the hand marks. They made his already hideous face look even more ugly.
Pet set about his chores, washing the dishes and wiping the counter. He caught his blurred reflection in the polished granite. His collar was tight around his neck, the little tag hanging from it jingling.
He touched it gently, longing to hear his Master say the name written on it, just once. He knew that he needed the reminders because he was so stupid and useless. He'd forget his place if he wasn't called names all day. "Slave. Pet. Stupid. Ugly. Mutt. Useless. Fleabag. Bitch. Dog." On and on, all the cruelest things Master and his friends could think of, perfectly suiting for the crushed and bleeding thing that so often laid at their feet.
But Pet longed to hear his name, his real name, so badly. It had been so long, he knew it was bad, he knew he was selfish and worthless and dumb. But... no one would know, right? If he said it, just this once? Such a tiny word, only two syllables.
"Ol-"
The door flung open, and Pet jumped back, arms above his head. It was like the ground crumbled beneath his feet, and his stomach dropped. He fell to the floor, curled up, trying desperately to protect his most vital organs from attack. Had Master been waiting for this? He knew that his slave would mess up, didn't he? And he was just waiting to beat the living daylights out of the useless, worthless, disgusting piece of flesh that he owned.
"Hey, no, stupid dog. Come here." Master hauled him up off his feet and dragged him towards the basement. Pet whimpered but was in awe that Master was able to hold his fury in until they got to the basement. Usually, he'd just beat Pet wherever he was and make him clean up the blood from the floor and carpeting later.
"M-master, please, I-"
"Shush. You know what, hide! I'll be back in a few days. Some guys might come through, maybe a cop or two. Listen to me, you pathetic excuse for a dog." Master grabbed Pet's face roughly, fingernails digging into his cheeks. He was forcing Pet to look into his eyes, something that was rarely allowed. But it must be okay this time if Master was the one causing it.
"You have to understand.” Master said, “Do. Not. Come. Out. For. Anyone. However you need to do it, just get it through your thick skull. Don't stop hiding until I come back and say it's okay to leave, okay?" Master half-heartedly threw him to the floor, his slave more confused than he had ever been or probably ever would be. With one last disapproving glare, Master left.
Pet never saw him again.
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It was true, he soon learned, that many people would be coming through the house. Pet feared he would feel lonely and bored while waiting, but there was a lot to keep his thoughts occupied and off of... other things.
First, cops searched the entire building. Pet heard them and dashed to a tiny closet in the basement, wedging a piece of wood in the handle on his side of the door. The police tried and failed to get in and even discussed cutting it open with an ax. Pet trembled, sweat dripping off his forehead while he tried to stop himself from hyperventilating.
Eventually, though, one of them protested, not wanting to do more work when they already had evidence. And so they left, making the house silent and (somewhat) stress-free once more.
Other people came and went too, talking and cursing. Most of them Pet recognized as the voices of Master's friends. He knew better than to listen to people's conversations, but they all kept mentioning drugs and pills, the type that had once been used on Pet. He remembered the experience, although things were still a little fuzzy.
It made his head hurt for days afterward, but at the moment, everything had felt so nice and peaceful for a few minutes before the blackout. When he woke up, he was covered in bruises and cuts, but it had still taken a few minutes for the relaxation to wear off and the pain to settle in.
Master had gotten very upset that his friends wasted the pills on a pet, after "everything he went through to get them." Despite already being beaten just an hour ago, Pet was punished severely for taking the pills. He had wanted to protest that the men had made him, but he knew better. The men were superior to him. They couldn't be faulted for it. So the blame must lie with Pet. It must. Master was never wrong.
In the present day, after many days of hunger and freezing nights down in the basement, Pet felt like he couldn't go on like this. No one had visited in a while. He knew what he was thinking about was bad. He knew that if Master found out what he was about to do, he'd be furious. He made it absolutely clear that his pet was not to leave the basement.
And yet, Pet finds himself sneaking up to the kitchen. He filled two bags with dog food and then, with some careful consideration, took three apples. Master never liked fruit but would still buy it; Pet was never quite sure of the reasoning behind that. And Pet had already been so bad, a few apples that would've rotted away even if Master had been there was nothing.
Pet then made his way to the living room and took several blankets and pillows. Then, noticing the mail had been delivered, he also took the newest copy of Pet Paper. Most of the articles either were boring or scared him, but they usually had fun pictures and a few games.
Carrying all of his loot and feeling surprisingly okay for a disobedient mutt who may have been abandoned, Pet made a little camp for himself in the basement. He decided to put the pillows and blankets in the closet where he had previously hidden from cops. The tiny space felt almost like his cage upstairs and he knew now that it was suitable for hiding.
Then he sat on the floor, grabbed a handful of dog food to munch on, and started reading.
Several more days passed before Pet started to get incredibly worried. He had heard the garbage truck pass by this morning. That was the second time since he had last seen Master. More than two weeks had gone by and still, no sign of where he had gone. What was previously just another anxious thought had transformed itself into a legitimate concern. Had Pet been abandoned?
Of course, it didn't make any sense. Why would Master leave everything just to get away from his pet?
But he couldn't deny that something was wrong. Even Master's friends had stopped visiting too. He didn't get it. Of course, he was so stupid, he could never understand why humans do the things they do. But he just couldn't think of any other explanation. So Master must've abandoned him.
Pet waited another week before finally deciding to leave. The dog food was running out, even after he had made several more disobedient trips upstairs. And if Pet had been thrown away, shouldn't he get out of his Master's house? Maybe Master was waiting until he left to come back to the house. Pet was probably being bad for staying there for so long. He was so selfish, not wanting to leave the comfort of the building for the scary outside world.
But he had to now. At least there would be food outside. And also cruel people, the cold, sickness, and probably death. But a bad pet like him deserved all of that, surely. He was such a rotten animal.
Pet's first steps outside were cautious and weak. He nearly stumbled from the sheer shock of it all.
He had done it. Ollie had done it. He couldn't believe this... this... this whole new world.
but it wasn't new, not really. It wasn't new at all. He just hadn't been here in a very long time, if ever.
He felt like he had stepped into a fantasy world after only hearing of it in fairytales. The outside world, the land beyond the kitchen window, was never allowed to him before. It might as well be something that only existed in legend.
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Ollie sat huddled under the bridge, violently shivering. He hadn't eaten in two, maybe three days? He didn't know.
He was cold, wet, tired, and starving. He deserved all of it for leaving his Master's house. He should've accepted his fate and died there.
He was horrible.
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Earlier in the day, Ollie had run away from some police. It was only because he was so small and capable of hiding that he got away. His muscles were very weak as of late, so he could've been easily caught. He'll have to be more careful next time.
But now, because of all the distance he had worked hard to put between him and the officers, Ollie had found himself in an entirely new area.
It was late at night, so restaurants had probably thrown out their leftovers already. If only he could find a place and dumpster dive for spare food.
As he wandered, he spied yet another cop. He was so frightened that he ran into the first available hiding place he saw: a bright, bustling building. He hadn't been thinking. He was so stupid. He dashed in and joined the crowds, trying to hide himself in the large group.
When someone first noticed him, in his dirty, smelly, roughed-up state with no shoes, she shrieked and backed up so fast she bumped into a man, who fell on a waiter, who spilled two glasses of wine they had been carrying.
Soon enough, everyone was in a great commotion, trying to get away from Ollie and call security.
The pet began to cry, overwhelmed and tired and hungry and not at all wanting to deal with this. He was sorry, he was, and he would do whatever they wanted to make up for it. Just please don't hand him over to the police. Please. He didn't know what they'd do to him, and he wasn't eager to find out.
The guards approached Ollie and he fled, going deeper into the crowd, until he tripped over his own feet and fell. He curled up and lay trembling on the floor, sobbing and so terrified.
He heard a bunch of people shuffle and he looked up to see the crowd part as a man walked through, headed straight for Ollie. This man didn't look like a security guard but rather was dressed in an expensive suit and had a stern, irritated expression.
When the man saw Ollie, however, his expression changed a bit. Ollie didn't know how to describe it, having never been looked at with such a visage. But it seemed less upset than the previous one, so that might be a plus? Maybe? Maybe this man won't kick Ollie as hard as he could, or won't insult him while throwing him out.
The man looked around.
"Whose pet is this?"
Of course, no one stepped forward. The man looked back at Ollie and asked if his owner was here. He shook his head.
"Are you lost?'
"Um, yeah... I-... I was abandoned, sir."
"Oh. I am very sorry to hear that. So you need a place to stay, then?"
Another nod. The man bent slightly and extended a hand. Ollie flinched away, bracing for a slap, but none came. He looked back and the hand was still there, just resting in the air. Ollie hesitated, but the man nodded encouragingly, and so Ollie took his hand and got helped up.
He whimpered as pressure was put on his ankle, then froze. He was bad.
His ankle must've been injured when he tripped, which was his fault, he shouldn't have run. And now he had the audacity to whimper?? He was so, so bad. This man would realize what a pathetic mutt he was and hurt him for it.
Glancing up fearfully, he saw that the man was indeed frowning. Ollie shrank back, hand slipping out of the man's grasp. He started shaking even harder.
"Oh dear, easy, it's alright," the man soothed. "I didn't mean to further injure your ankle by forcing you to stand. I will call a doctor for you immediately."
Did he think Ollie was upset because his ankle hurt? But.. why? Sure, the pain was intense now that he was trying to stand, but it was nothing compared to what he's been through.
"There's no need to be so concerned, sir. I'm alright. I can take it and more. I can take whatever you want me to."
The man frowned again and Ollie nearly cried.
"No, no, don't be ridiculous. I have no reason to harm you. You've done nothing wrong, dear. I don't want you to be unnecessarily hurt."
The man hesitated, then spoke again.
"That's not how I want one of my workers to be treated."
...
...what?
"What do you mean, sir?"
"I do not wish for you to be harmed, regardless of your status, but especially if you agree to work for me. You don't have a home or... employer, do you?"
"No, sir, I don't have either of those. But really, you don't have to, I'll only be a bother and a burden-"
"Nonsense. I have heard of how they train you guys. I'm sure you are wonderful. And besides, I am forgiving, I promise."
Ollie couldn't help but notice some of the crowd looked doubtful at that, which was very concerning. But at the same time, the man did not possess the same cruel glint in his eyes, the expression of deceit, the glee in waiting until the perfect moment to strike.
Of course, the man could just be better at hiding those things, or Ollie was dumber than he thought.
But what other choice did he have?
This person was offering him a lifeline, a chance at a new home and a new life. Ollie would die if he continued to be homeless. Maybe not right away, but he'd eventually catch an illness or upset someone or get caught, and then it'd be all over.
He didn't want to die.
"Okay. Of course, sir, I'd be happy to be your slave."
The man just nodded tight, and the pet was certain that he had already messed up.
But still, the man didn't do anything to him. Instead, he addressed the crowd.
"Apologies for the interruption," He announced, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. "I have urgent business to attend to with my worker, so I must leave. Enjoy the showing, it will continue until 10:30 PM as planned. My accountant will be handling any further purchases. Good night."
Then, looking back at his new slave again, Master spoke much softer.
"What is your name, dear?"
Oh god. Oh no. He knew what he was supposed to say, he knew he had to be good. He should tell the man that he can call him anything, even horrible insults, and the slave would readily accept it. He had to show his new owner that he could be good. But the man had asked. Please. The pet wanted to be allowed his name, his real name.
"Ollie, sir. My name is Ollie."
The man nodded, not seeming angry at the slave's terrible presumption that he could demand a free person use a particular name for him.
"I am Charles Durand, please to meet you, Ollie. Come with me. I'll help you to a couch to rest until the doctor arrives."
Given no other option, Ollie followed him, allowed to dangerously lean on his arm as he hobbled along.
Hopefully, this man wouldn't be too cruel to him.
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young-prince-firefly · 2 months
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William: How could this have happened?
Mike:...
Henry: What's the matter, Will?
William: I have been playing 5d chess against someone who only knows how to play checkers!
Henry: What?
William: Do you know that feeling when you lose to someone far below your own intelligence? It's like that.
Henry: Er, no, I don't know that feeling.
William: Well, that's because you've only lost to a genius
Mike: But Father, he's only ever lost to you
William: Yes, Micheal, I'm the genius in this equation. See? Henry, this is what I mean. I lost to a simpleton!
Mike:...
Henry: Mike isn't a simpleton and if you keep saying things like that, I'm adopting him!
Mike:???
William: Keep him
Mike:?!?
Henry: Alright, Mike, your my son now. Will, please see yourself out of our house
William: You're kicking me out?
Henry: You aren't a good influence on my child.
William: Wha- Michael, don't let him kick me out!
Mike:... Uhh I would but H-Dad's in charge of this house which means you have to leave
William: Fine!
*leaves*
Henry: Good riddance. Son, would you like a coloring book?
Mike: Yes, Dad
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INSULTS TO USE INSTEAD OF KYS (Credit to William Shakespeare)
He has not so much brain as ear-wax.
Like the toad; ugly and venomous.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.
Thou elvish-mark’d, abortive, rooting hog!
I do desire that we may be better strangers.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes.
Thou cream faced loon.
Thine face is not worth sunburning.
Villain, I have done thy mother.
Thou art unfit for any place but hell.
Away! Thou’rt poison to my blood.
They have a plentiful lack of wit.
You are not worth another word, else I’d call you knave.
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
I’d beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish–O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!
You are as a candle, the better burnt out.
If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.
This kiss is as comfortless as frozen water to a starved snake.
I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.
Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat. 
She speaks yet she says nothing.
What an ass!
Also I browse for people to add using a separate account, so blocking me won't work if you harass and want to avoid getting added.
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animanightmate · 1 year
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Sticks and stone may break my bones, but words can never hurt me leave a literal lasting impression on my brain's wiring, thereby my hormonal and neurochemical secretions, my behaviour, my sense of self, my perceptions, my memories, my capacity for self-care, my relationships, and my environment.
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tangyangie · 9 months
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ong okayokay what abt karma w an rlly quiet n shy reader? she's really quiet in class,speaks in a low tone,and is often asked to raise her voice. she's also sensitive so if a teacher scolded her she'd tear up easily. but when a dude in her class threw a remark abt her body? oh boy,she got mad. that's when she actually gets mad,and when she does,she just becomes the complete opposite of her shy and quiet self. and after she's done yelling at him,she just goes like;"ehe:3 oopsie!:3" while the poor boy is just bawling at her insults. hehehehehegehhd how would karma react😈
𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄
synopsis. karma x fem!reader who is shy and quiet but has a side to her that she doesn't let people see—unless in the worst of situations.
notes. oo this is a cool idea !! the oopsie ties everything together
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"louder, please, y/n."
what is that, the fifth time today you've heard that?
"...3?" you say, still too quiet for the teacher's liking. but, it was loud enough to hear.
"nope. pay attention, we just said that wasn't the answer."
sighing, you buried your head in your hands and melted into your chair. you swore you heard a few snickers and felt eyes boring into your skull.
staring into your desk, your vision became blurry as the tears began to form.
school's finally out—yet not soon enough. walking as quickly as possible through the front doors, you wiped the teardrops that fell from your eyes. sniffles escaped you as you tried preventing anyone from seeing you in this state.
but, of course—karma saw you. how couldn't he? the most observant boy you know, who also happens to take notice of you more often than not?
he's watching you closely as you rush to the sidewalk, carelessly running home.
just what was going on with you?
he would've asked, but you were already out of sight by the time he registered your crying.
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the next day couldn't have started off worse. the rain was one thing, but slipping and nearly falling on your face was another. watered-down mud from everyone's shoes leaving residue on the floor latched onto your clothes, making you look like even more of a mess than you already were.
more giggles. just what you needed.
pushing yourself up, you brushed yourself off as you fought the tears threatening to show themselves. wiping your face with your wrist, you took a deep breath and began walking again. that is, until you overheard a conversation.
"y/n's so dumb. her body looks like a constipated potato. i'd feel bad for anyone who had to touch it."
the only thing that followed were laughs and stares into the back of your head.
turning around, you gripped onto your backpack strap. the troubled and teary look you had on your face earlier showed no signs of ever having existed. what replaced it was a neutral look.
your face was one of a bored kid in a study hall, yet your aura was one out for blood. they could feel it.
you began slowly walking towards them. step by step. one foot in front of the other. not breaking eye contact by even blinking.
when suddenly, a smirk appeared on your features.
"constipated potato, huh?"
karma overheard you. and once seeing the look on your face, he knew he was going to stay for this.
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not even a teacher was going to interfere with you now. the sheer amount of noise that was coming from you was unnatural enough, let alone the insults spewing from your lips.
they were unheard of—just your very first statement had all of their jaws dropping. you were saying the craziest things ever. the boy who insulted you began pouring out tears from the utter embarrassment he was going through.
you were on a roll. insults and taunts just expelling from your mouth with no end. the students around you couldn't help but laugh either, the situation just being so hilarious.
the boy having been reduced to a sobbing mess from the girl who would cry at a pebble knocking the window. he was on his knees at this point, sobbing into his hands. the puddle from his tears was more than the amount of rain dragged in by the students.
karma was simply bewildered. just... eyes wide, jaw dropped, completely shocked.
"not even the dog wants you, even though he ate it in the first place!! that's your personality, that's also been shit on by every 8 year old on social media that thinks they've got the comebacks of the century!!"
you weren't giving him time to get a word in, let alone recover!! this was a fight to the death, and you were beating a corpse.
"sorry that your little 'i don't shut up, i grow up—and when i look at you, i throw up' doesn't work on anyone, because it's so childish that it's funny."
no hesitation was seen by you. no signs of stopping. the bell had already rung, but there was maybe one person at their desk—on the other side of the school.
"have you even shown your face on the internet since you were 10? because that's the only time i'd say something like that in public and not actually be ashamed."
at this point, he was hiccuping and sobbing like a waterfall had been implanted in his eyes. his face was snotty and everything—he honestly looked pathetic, and everyone knew it.
you stood there in silence for a few seconds. he raised his head, looking up at you in fear.
"oops! sorry, i got a bit carried away there!" you giggle, smiling—before beginning to turn around and skip away without a care in the world.
and then a certain someone stopped you.
"oh—hey, karma!"
he was in complete shock.
"y/n, that might have been the coolest thing i have ever seen before." he smiles, honestly amused.
he's honestly so excited. spends the next three periods brainstorming pranks with you so that you can humiliate the boy even further. if he hasn't left school, yet.
he's surprised by the change in attitude, but he welcomes it with open arms. and buckets of green slime that are just itching to be poured over a certain someone.
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notes. idk this one feels really short... i'm sorry i didn't make it longer 💔💔 these are also the best insults i could come up with at the moment but i have an m&m overload headache so i can't really think straight rn !!
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