No cap, this category is bussin fr fr.
Through the Fire and Flames
unidentified party wound
you have got to be s**ting me
Use your own judgement
what you talking about
so what should we talk about
when are you coming back
why are you still talking to me
What did you do to me
who do you think i am?
who is there with you
what in the world were you thinking
what the f**k do you mean
what the f**king hell b***h
what the f**k is wrong with you
What the f**k are you doing?
what the f**k you a**h**e
what the heck are you doing
What the hell is wrong with you
Who the heck are you
well that was random
The typography lovechild of bubble letters and uppercase formatting, typically seen in middle school notebooks and craft store signage. It's that rounded, puffy lettering style that screams "I have too much time and too many gel pens." Perfect for when regular capital letters just aren't extra enough.
Someone painfully proper, uncool, and conformist who paradoxically chases popularity like their life depends on it. They're the human embodiment of trying too hard while simultaneously being too uptight to actually have fun. Think of them as the intersection of "no fun allowed" and "please validate me on Instagram."
The female equivalent of a scrub lord—a gamer who loses their absolute mind over defeats, throws enough salt to dehydrate an ocean, and makes you question every life choice that led to gaming with them. Rage quitting is her crown, controller throwing is her scepter.