Shane (AKA Shade) is a club leader.
His shadow monster is a creepy centipede thing with a crystal in its head
The abyss is where Brief Shadow teleports through, it’s a hostile place.

I own a few Jockstraps actually, I don’t mind them.

I’d be down to try a fundoshi, I love interesting underwear. I feel like they’d fit like a thong, always giving you a slight wedgie you gotta pick through your pants.

I don’t think they would stretch well for an atomic wedgie, but they would definitely hurt to tug on…

One time I accidentally activated my teammate, Alpha’s, weird security robots. They bound me in a wedgie and started covering me in this weird latex goop…

I guess it depends on your definition of romantic. Sometimes I kiss him as a distraction then wedgie him.

Though, recently he’s caught on to that trick…

While investigating this cult, this psycho named Shade sent his pet shadow monster after me.

He eventually caught me in a spider web wedgie… worse than the wedgie was being rescued, that’s humiliating.

I don’t usually do fan art, but I would totally wedgie beast boy.

I have a thing for smelly dog boys I guess…

I’m not entirely sure what a “double atomic wedgie” would be, but I imagine it would be something like giving two nerds atomic wedgies so they are pressed face-to-face.

If I’m right, then yes, I’ve given one to escape from Johnny B Goode and Firecracker, two loser “heroes”

Once, during a solstice celebration, I psychically made firecracker piss himself before he started his firework display using his powers

I’ll lie if I want to, this is my page, nerd!

But, yes, I have. I’m sort of seeing this guy right now, Orion, and he likes it when I’m “slightly restrained so he can serve me” … he’s a bit weird

S-Strawberry cows… They were a gift, okay!?

Ugh, unfortunately, yes. I swear I could smell that dork’s butt for hours, even after I got free!

Oh, honey, I already AM a wedgie bully~

Your use of the verb “suffer” brought me back to this unfortunate state of being:

I made fun of Cakie for playing his cookie collecting game, so he turned me into a collectable myself.

I guess I’m like, tennis player wedgie Barbie sealed in jello. Apparently this keeps me preserved, but believe me when I tell you, being preserved in a perpetual state of pain is less than ideal…

Wengeville is home to many species of clover, but the Urticating Rot is my favourite.

When the plant reaches maturity, its root is soft as a rotten peach. Much like ginger, the root activates heat receptors when it comes in contact with skin. The spiny nettles along the flower stems also sting, causing an acute itching sensation.

One time I dumped a large Urticating Rot in my Roomate , Connor in an attempt to snap him out of a trance… it didn’t work btw.

Alex caught up with me at the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies one year… I prefer to study the creatures at a distance.