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snoelledarts · 2 months
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Nico: Big three kids are supposed to be TALL! No fair :(( clearly I have been cursed by the gods.
Nico after hitting 18, eating a proper diet for more than a year at a time, and some divine intervention from Will’s healing magic sprouting up like a fucking weed:
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(How do we feel about the sketchy style? I wanna be able to do more silly stuff and this feels more sustainable for me! I hope y’all don’t mind <3)
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ask-sad-ghost-piett · 6 months
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Yet another annual haunting is fast approaching. This year, Moff Jerjerrod and I have decided to be creative. Instead of doing the usual mirror tricks and bloody messages, we will whisper petty gossip into the ears of various New Republic officials with the intention of causing social disarray. We proposed this plan to the other Imperials and earned a 96% approval rating.
The 4% disapproval was Captain Needa. He says it's mean. I reminded him that it was also mean to cause the collapse of our Empire, so I believe this is all justified.
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prettilyly · 21 days
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Being the bigger person and handling conflict in a mature way <<<< playing with my subs instead of texting him back so his ego gets hit😌
Work smarter, not harder
(yes I'm petty, who cares, it gets the point across)
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kaiwewi · 1 year
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Sharing is Caring #4
[Masterlist: Sharing is Caring] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]
Synopsis: the alleged demon's real identity is finally revealed.
Monday, January 23rd 
Dear Hero
Let me begin by informing you that I do not appreciate your juvenile, self-destructive behaviour. As much as you may hate my presence (and perhaps understandably so) we are both inhabiting this body. Thus, I'd suggest you refrain from poisoning us and try not to deliberately cause further harm to our shared well-being.
I’d hate for our conflict to escalate, so I choose to put my anger aside and to not retaliate, for now.
However, should you continue to vent your frustration on me, I will see myself forced to return the favour. Make no mistake, you are not the only one capable of petty cruelties and infantile jibes.
Still, I’d like us to cooperate instead of sabotaging one another. So please, let us both behave like responsible adults. Let there be peace and constructive communication. Let us not waste our resources on waging a senseless war. A battlefield bears no fruit. Whether we like each other or not, I’d rather we both thrive than perish. Thank you.
Now, before you make any additional odd assumptions about me, I’d like to set a few things straight: 1. I am not a demon! (Though I can’t fault your logic; I would probably have arrived at a similar conclusion were the roles reversed.) 2. You seem to be under the misconception that I chose to ‘possess’ you. This is not the case. My being here is neither a personal attack nor an attempt to take over your life. I promise, I’m not your enemy!
Regards,
Villain
(Perhaps you remember me. The scientist from that warehouse by the docks. December 18th. You broke into, and ultimately blew up, my laboratory. But it hardly matters; I’d rather we’d discuss the future and let bygones be bygones.)
PS: I’d like to negotiate our diet again. I’m willing to prepare food in advance for both of us. If you advise me on your likes and dislikes, I can take those into account. Please at least consider this proposal!
PPS: Yes. I paid for those groceries and I will continue to do so. (You won’t have to concern yourself with housekeeping money. I still have access to my private bank accounts.)
PPPS: Does our body have allergies, illnesses, or any special needs that I should know about?
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Addendum. Saturday, January 28th:
I am surprised to find that I am still here. It has been a week now, which is by far the longest I’ve ever been in control of our body. It makes me wonder why and how the switching occurs.
Last time, you seemed to have had a hunch, otherwise you wouldn’t have been drinking to that extent. (At least I assume, and hope, that to be the case.) Have you perhaps found a pattern to our predicament already? Or were you merely gambling?
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Addendum. Monday, January 30th:
Do not worry: I am keeping track of the lecture plan. I’m aware we have a seminar this week and will, of course, provide you with transcripts and notes. I’ll leave them on the desk for you. (Please make sure to review and memorise the material as soon as possible; the oral examination is scheduled for Friday afternoon.)
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Addendum. Saturday, February 4th:
Yesterday, I completed the seminar, including the corresponding examination. I have just received the certificate. I will add it to the transcripts. You’re welcome.
(By the way, last week, I consulted a doctor about our lactose intolerance. Turns out I was correct. So should you find yourself craving dairy produce regardless, I’d suggest you make use of the lactase pills I bought. You’ll find them in the kitchen cupboard.)
[Part 5]
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defilerwyrm · 3 months
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Dear unidentified family member: "traumatize" me by leaving your unwashed combination cock ring/butt plug in a communal bathroom, I'll get you back by making you aware that someone found it.
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feminist-space · 5 months
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Post by Titfortat101 on r/pettyrevenge
I purposely farted in front of guy at the gym because he wouldn't take no for an answer.
So a few things. I go to the gym to workout and decompress I don't see it as a place to be social. I wear large over ear headphones.
I was at the gym and just finished one my sets for deadlifts, when a guy walks over. This is something I'm used to (despite how much I dislike it) but he starts talking to me and I'm able to pick up he's flirting. I'm polite and waiting for the proper moment to end the conversation.
When he asks for my number I decline. He keeps talking and going into the usual shtick of "why not?" And "come on". At that point I'm very uncomfortable and also annoyed because my workout timer has already gone off and it past time for me to start my next set.
I put on my big girl pants and tell him he's making me uncomfortable and I just want to finish my workout. Does he leave? No! He keeps talking now going on about "how he didn't mean it like that" and "he's not a bad guy." No actual apology to be found.
Now during this entire interaction I've had to fart. I was being polite and holding it in until he left but seeing as he's not I think
"well I know a way to get him to leave."
As he's STILL talking I let it go. It's silent but rather smelly. It only takes about 2 seconds for him to catch a whiff. He stops talking and the face he makes is too much that I have to bite my lip to stop laughing.
That's when he give me a look of "are you serious" and then finally leaves. And I'm left alone to finish my workout.
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justaferalcrow · 5 months
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Ways to get petty revenge
(Disclaimer: I didn't come up with all of these myself)
1. Slash three of their car tires. Yes, three, not four. Insurance covers the cost of four slashes tires.
2. Glitter. In. Their. Car's. Air. Vents. Results in a permanently bedazzled car and a hell of a clean up job, and there's no way they'll be able to get all the glitter out.
3. Buy a bag of random keys off Amazon or ebay, the more the better. Also get some luggage tags and attatch them to the. Keys with your enemy's phone number on them. Once you finish that, just hide random keys wherever you go. The library, the gas station, wherever. Your enemy will be getting random calls about their missing keys for years if you hide enough keys.
4. Get some of that nasty American cheese and just smash it into the weird carpeting (or fuzzy seats) in your enemy's car. Better yet if you can rig up a hair dryer, melt that shit in there.
5. Jolly ranchers. Lick em and stick em on windows. Can be car windows, house windows, whatever.
6. Pour nail polish on their car. If they manage to clean the nail polish up, their car's paint job is coming off with it.
7. If you have their contact info, sign them up for a shit-ton of random magazine subscriptions and stuff, just anything you can find, it'll be so annoying.
8. Get a little noise maker, idk what they're called but they can be really small like the size of a button battery, and they beep at random intervals and they can last for a really long time. So get one of those had boys and hide it somewhere in your enemy's house or car, it'll drive them berserk.
9. Spread instant mashed potatoes all over their lawn right before it rains.
10. Get a ton a rubber bands. I mean a ton, like enough to cover a person's entire driveway in a thick layer of rubber bands. And then take those rubber bands and do just that. Do you have any idea how hard that'll be to clean up?
11. Put hair remover in their shampoo.
12. Put glitter in all their soaps. Conditioner, shampoo, body wash, mix it up real good and wait for the results.
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frc-ambaradan · 1 year
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Scrooge: Well, bon appétit my friend! Time to eat your hat, as always!
Scrooge: W-wait! W-what are you doing?
John: I change the menu!
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John: Munch munch... yummy! Can someone pass me the pepper? Crunch!
Scrooge: AAAARGH! MY SEMI-NEW TOP HAAAT!
Zio Paperone, Rockerduck e lo scambio d'affari (2008)
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rosalind-hawkins · 1 month
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The best revenge is using their name and email address for logging onto public wifi networks
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soulless-bex · 7 months
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the captain america psas would be way funnier if they were made by the government without asking for steve’s permission. and then he runs into a kid who curses him off for ruining their day and he’s oh so very confused
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sawiet · 7 months
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yesterday, i found out that the administration of the student dormitory is relocating me and my roommates to other rooms in order to give our apartment to some boys. i've been living here for three years, so this news hit me very hard. i tried to solve the problem, but now it's clear that nothing can be changed.
i went out for a walk in the forest to calm down. an hour later, i returned home and discovered that my neighbor, a very quiet and sweet girl, was covering the entire room with twilight posters using super glue to greet the boys who will be moving in.
i can't stop laughing hysterically. is it petty? oh yes. does she regret anything? nope.
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dndmomquotes · 8 months
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Mother in laws
When my husband and I were married about 4 years my infant daughter and I had to stay with my in-laws for about a week. Yes brutal!
Anyway, back then they didn’t have Instapots but they had pressure cookers. Since I was barely domesticated, I had never seen such a thing and when she used it to make a frozen roast for dinner and it was fork tender I was amazed.
She said oh yes I love my pressure cooker I have 2 or 3 of them around here.
Fast forward 2 months and we are in our new home. We receive a package from her and it’s a pressure cooker box.
It was filled with gifts for my daughter and husband.
God, I love that woman! That was some next level pettinesses and just amazing! I laughed so hard. I mean for real. Just epic.
No worries in the end she loved me and years later we moved in with her when she was diagnosed with dementia to take care of her till she passed away.
I’m proud to say I got a smile out of that bad ass woman everyday!
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forget enemies to lovers, I want lovers to enemies. tell the story of how the revenge went down. two people doing bigger and bigger damage to try and make the other pay for the breakup. and then it’s not even either of their fault. it was actually because they both decided to do something stupid during their school years and bad things happened because of the secret third party.
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i am so pissed at my work right now that i am printing a huge poster version of this:
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kaiwewi · 1 year
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Sharing is Caring #3
[Masterlist: Sharing is Caring] [Part 1] [Part 2]
Synopsis: Hero may be possessed, but they won't go down without a fight. It's time to teach that demon a lesson.
tw: alcohol
Hero had not called an exorcist.
They hadn’t made it past Google. The sheer amount of people willing to perform the service had seemed so much more suspicious than reassuring, and the descriptions on the websites they’d checked didn’t appear all that credible either. Besides, Hero didn’t even really believe in all this religious stuff – demon or no – and exorcisms never ended well in movies.
They had to at least try to handle this themself before they did something regrettable.
The thought of another walking around in their body, messing with their civilian life, was horrifying. But at least a search through the local news had revealed nothing indicating the demon had made any appearances as their hero persona.
So the situation wasn’t completely out of control, yet.
They forced themself to take a few deep breaths, sat down at their desk, and grabbed their calendar to look for patterns in the confusing mess that was their unhealthy lifestyle:
When had they gone to bed on which day? When had they woken up? Which days had the demon stolen?
The first time it happened, they’d just spent a sleepless night reading, before they’d crawled into bed sometime around noon. That had been Wednesday, December 28th. They’d woken up again on Saturday – that being New Year’s Eve – and had somehow convinced themself they hadn’t just skipped Thursday and Friday, that they must have mixed up the dates, and that their inconsistent sleep cycle and poor time management skills were to blame for the confusion.
It seemed ludicrous now. They’d clearly been in denial.
The first week of January had been chaotic. They’d pulled several all-nighters. They’d felt amazing, more awake and energetic than they had in months, and had refused to waste those days and nights on sleeping. – Fuelled by sugar, caffeine, and a bunch of Ritalin pills, they’d made it through Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday (partying with their friends, gaming, reading two novels, and binge-watching shows on Netflix) before they’d finally crashed and slept the whole Wednesday away. They’d woken up in the early morning hours on Thursday, pulled another all-nighter (this one involuntary), then powered through Friday and only went to bed again in the evening in an attempt to readjust their biorhythm to normal hours. Same on Saturday.
Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday had been lost to the demon. Three days.
They’d woken up on Wednesday, feeling fantastic once more and had actually managed to stick to a healthy routine during the subsequent days.
The demon had stolen Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Another three days.
It may be hasty to construe a hypothesis from that little data, but they had to start somewhere.
On Wednesday evening, they came up with a theory worth testing. They ignored the food in the fridge and ordered a pizza.
On Thursday, they had an idea on how to get back at the demon.
On Friday, they got up early, motivated to put their plan into motion, and ventured into town to buy everything they’d need to ruin the demon’s days.
Back at home, they set the alarm for Sunday to 6 am and turned the volume up as far as it would go, then placed their phone on the bedside table. Right next to the reply letter they’d prepared.
Then they spent the night and half of Saturday gaming and stuffing their face with candy and fast food.
In the early evening, they began drinking. Cocktails. Long drinks. A few bottles of beer, though they disliked the taste. Shots. Then another cocktail, this one with a large serving of cream (just to spite the demon who might actually have a point when it came to dairy produce).
By midnight, they were dead tired and properly wasted, with the onset of what would surely become a nasty stomach ache later. But if their theory was correct, they weren’t the one who’d have to deal with the aftermath.
They forced the last remnants of a can of vodka lemon down their throat, then collapsed into bed without bothering to change into their pyjamas or brush their teeth.
Hah, would serve that damn demon right!
Hero giggled into their pillow. Within seconds, they were fast asleep.
And in a few hours, the demon would wake up to the world’s most obnoxious alarm tone, with the worst hangover it had ever experienced, to find a declaration of war on the bedside table.
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Hey demon thing or whatever you are…
I don’t know what the fuck this is and what’s going on, but if you really exist and I’m not just fucking crazy with a serious case of split personality: how dare you possess me!! Get out of my body immediately and leave me the fuck alone!! I don’t want you here. This is not okay!
What do you even want from me? What’s your goal?
I can promise you that much: you won’t get away with this! I swear, if you do anything evil or messed-up with MY body I’ll find out about it!!
Also, keep your filthy paws off my property! I don’t give a shit about your health guru bs. This is my body and my food and I can eat what I want. I’m not touching the stuff you got for “us”. (Stop saying that! There is no us!!!) And how exactly did you pay for all of that? Did you even pay for it? Because you didn’t take the money from my wallet. And that’s some expensive shit you’ve bought (??) there…
PS: Hands off my diary!!!!!!! CREEP!
PPS: Did you have a pleasant awakening? No? You’re most welcome! Consider that a foretaste of what’s to come. If you don’t leave my body asap, I’ll make your life hell!!
PPPS: Fuck you. I hope you puked.
[Part 4]
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inkymers007 · 3 months
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The best way to ensure petty revenge is living your best life. That way you don't have to actually interact with the person and waste your time on them. And you can get a boost of confidence too.
That's just me though.
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