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computermaus · 3 years

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Hello..So. like I said I'm thinking about writing a South Park Fanfiction where they are in Highschool.

The thing is i need help. I'm not fluent in english and I don't know how the school system in america works exactly, with applying to college etc.

So here's some headcanons I have about the characters.

Stan:

Born October 19.

Great singing voice. Writes his own songs but hides them.

Plays Guitar and the Piano

Still lives on the farm. Has to do most of the physical work there.

Goes to therapy because of his depression

Volunteers at the animal shelter

His best class is biology. Is very interested in it.

Runs a boardgame club outside of school.

Loves reading comics

Dislikes Violence

Doesn't eat meat anymore

loves riding the bike

Sucks at flirting and is really awkward when he likes a girl. Lost his virginity thanks to Kenny. Kenny didn't want Stan to be last

Is good friends with Nichole, Tammy and Heidi.

eyecolor: grey-blue

Kyle

Born Msy 26.

Very intelligent. Gets only A's.

Loves teaching less smarter kids and explaining stuff if they want it or not.

Is excellent at hacking and computers.

Cheats his way into the basketballteam thanks to Cartman.

Always waits for an excuse to fight someone. Because he just loves it.

Starts smoking at the age of 16.

Thinks deep down he is smarter than all of his teachers.

Babysits in his free time to earn extra money.

Is dating Nichole in Highschool.

Doesn't shake anyones hands because of germs.

eyecolor: green

Kenny

Born March 22.

Very chill and laid back.

Lost his virginity at the age of 13.

People usually go to him if they need to vent.

Is very interested in psychology and human behaviour

Gives some "fighting lessons" in his free time in his backyard.

Works at the City Wok.

Usually comes late to school.

Has gotten (stole) his car from a junk yard. Has fixed it by himself. It doesn't look great but he's the only from the main four to have his own car. Stan and Kyle have their licenses but take their parents cars.

Eyecolor: blue

Cartman:

Born July 1.

Is doing terrible in school.

Is still in school thanks to Kyle

Is still fat. No is even fatter.

Has diabetes Typ 2. When they found this out Kyle laughed for 14 minutes and 45 seconds. And Scott Malkinson was really excited so Cartman could join his team.

Due his diabetes he is forced to eat healthier by his nutritionist. Which of course he doesn't.

His blood sugars are something else. Scott checks on them occasionally annoying Csrtman

He blackmails a lot of students in school and manipulates them to get what he wants.

Speaks german and spanish.

Didn't get his driving license because his friends are there to chaffeur him. In reality he failed it because of his poor eyesight. Also due his diabetes and constant high blood sugar.

Is a great cook.

Eyecolor: brown

Butters

Born: September 11.

Is in the cheerleading squad. Is great in it.

Drives to school with his motorcycle. Looks pretty cool with it.

Is great in Art class.

Sells his Art online

Is always very punctual.

Is very relucant of drinking alcohol.

Eyecolor: Light blue

Token

Born June 16.

Is in the basketballteam.

Has his own car. His parents bought him.

Plays bass in his band.

His doing great in school.

Is a really nice guy.

Eyecolor: brown.

Clyde:

Born April 10.

Is in the Footballteam.

Is doing bad in school.

Gets help from Token.

Is a huge flirt and has a new girlfriend every three months.

Is focusing more on his looks.

Is actually really selfless and would do so much for his friends.

Loves throwing parties at Tokens house.

Eyecolor: brown.

Craig:

Born January 28.

Is not in any extracurricular activities because he doesn't care.

Loves fixing his bike in his backyard.

Actually hates fighting people because he doesn't feel like doing it. But some pick fights with him so he has to defend himself.

Is good in Physics.

Is tone deaf.

Can't dance.

Doesn't talk much. Prefers his own time.

Eyecolor: green

Tweek;

Born August 16.

Great Pianist

Builds Legos to ease stress.

Bakes cupcakes and brings them school.

Still drinks coffee but not that much anymore.

Is very easily startled. So when someone comed up to him from behind Tweek just punches that person in the face.

Eyecolor: blue

Wendy

Born December 18.

Straight A student

Cut her hair short in 10th grade.

Was school body president, but got expelled after she beat up a kid who commented that she looked like a guy with her hair. Also got expelled from school for two weeks for it. Has taken anger management classes.

Runs a debate club in school.

Is the captain of the volleyball team.

Gives students lessons about politics.

Refuses to use make up even when she has acne. Loves her skin for the way it his. Her acne isn't that bad.

Eyecolor: brown

Bebe

Born August 3.

Is captain of the cheerleading team.

Loves make up and fashion.

Loves playing videogames.

Is very bubbly can't keep a secret.

Is a great dancer

Eyecolor: grey

Red

Born September 29.

Is very flirty and social.

Is in the cheerleading team.

Has a guilty pleasure for Science Fiction.

Writes for the school news paper.

Loves going to parties.

Loves to gossip.

Eyecolor: blue

Heidi:

Born November 28.

Loves Science classes. Gets only A's there.

Volunteers in the animal shelter with Stan.

Has a crush on Stan which he is oblivious to. Is good friends with him also with Kyle and Kenny

Is still vegan.

Doesn't like to go to parties.

Has low alcohol tolerance

Eyecolor: green

Nichole:

Born August 26.

Is in the boardgame club with Stan.

Dates Kyle in Highschool until she breaks up with him.

Is in the volleyballteam.

Is the only girl who is in the basketballteam.

Is great in sports.

Loves to tease people for fun.

Is actually alot stronger than Wendy but doesn't fight.

Eyecolor: Brown

Shelly

Born November 24.

Has lost her braces.

Has a glow up.

Doesn't believe in the compliments she gets. Gets a angry at it. Not violent.

Wants to study Literature in college.

Loves reading.

Likes to spend time on her own.

Is good at crafting.

Has her own snake in terrarium to keep Stan away from her room.

Eyecolor: Hazel

Ike:

Born December 17.

Skipped two grades.

Plays soccer

Favourite subject in school is math.

Loves technology.

Has hls own youtube chsnnel without anyone in the family knowing.

So, I really enjoyed making these. If you have more ideas please dm me and i try to change it

Shelly and Ike won't be in the same grade of course.

#south park #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #token black #clyde donovan #butters stotch #wendy testaburger #bebe stevens #red mccarthur #nichole daniels #heidi turner #shelly marsh #ike broflovski

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derivativealigner · 3 years

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I rewatched the second season of South Park and took so many notes that I had to split them into two parts. Like seriously, I took so. many. notes. And pictures this time. I started rewatching just in case I’d find some cool little facts to sprinkle into my fanfic but I went way too far and now there’s a million facts under this cut (including gay stan, a domestic violence psa, and craig fucking dying)

Stan doesn’t like hospitals, he finds them gross and he gets sick 🤮. Also the hospital in South Park is called Hell’s Pass hospital. Early seasons have the name as Hells Pass but it gets fixed later

Cartman has to sing all of Come Sailing Away by Styx if he hears a part of it. After he says this, Kyle sings the first part and Cartman has to sing the rest. Kyle does it again later, which is kinda mean

Cartman’s mom tries to abort Cartman, who is an eight-year-old child and thus cannot be legally aborted. Later, after she slept with Bill Clinton to change the law and make 40th trimester abortions legal, it turns out she meant adoption

Kenny sacrifices himself to turn on the generator to the hospital and save Dr. Mephesto’s life along with others. He says “I’ll fucking do it” then does it and dies, absolute legend

Cartman gets way too into his deputy role. He goes undercover, pretends to be a prostitute, says “Respect my authoritah!” a lot and beats people up with his police stick

Kenny’s brother first appears when Cartman responds to a call about a disturbance at Kenny’s house. Apparently there are like 10 adult family members in the house at that time. Kenny’s dad has a black eye because Kenny’s mom punched him. She says he can’t hold a job

Token sits in the classroom in season 2

Cartman starts hating hippies in this season, like a lot

Chef tells the boys that the right time to do drugs is in college

Ike’s name is Ike Moisha Broflovski and he was born in 1996, making him 2 years old in 1998 when this season aired

This is probably obvious but yeah Kyle and Ike are circumcised

Kyle says family isn’t just blood, it’s who you care about, and he says “That’s why you guys are more than just friends, you’re my family. Except for Cartman.”

Craig’s finally sitting in the classroom in S02E04

None of the boys like dodgeball

Clyde gets a dodgeball to the face and he cries :( and he’s the only one who cries by the way

Pip throws a dodgeball in Kyle’s face and breaks Kyle’s nose

When Kyle’s mom tells the boys about conjoined twin myslexia (which isn’t a real term) and says anyone might’ve absorbed their dead twin in the womb, Stan and Cartman run away screaming but Kenny and Kyle stay to listen. Kenny even leans in to look at the book “Freaks A-Z!” that Mrs. Broflovski is reading from, and when she leaves, Kyle grimaces and Kenny laughs

Stan’s mom (Sharon) calls Kyle’s mom (Sheila) when Stan is all freaked out and trying to put an icepick through his brain, and Sharon tells Sheila to get run over by a truck. Sharon is pretty mean in these early episodes

Mr. Broflovski doesn’t really listen to what Mrs. Broflovski is saying, bad husband >:(

South Park’s team is always called South Park Cows no matter the sport

The school nurse, Nurse Gollum, went to Colorado State University

I just realized Butters exists. I think he appeared before S02E05 but I didn’t notice but yeah he’s there with the dodgeball team, injured

Here’s a picture to make up for my disgusting anti-Butters bias

Kenny’s dodgeball uniform number is 69 obviously. Kyle is 7, Stan is 4, Cartman is 325

Sheila smacks Gerald in the face so hard he falls off his chair, lots of violence perpetrated by women in this show. Remember, don’t do domestic violence no matter your gender, it’s not cool

I realized after this whole Butters thing that I should’ve made more notes about Pip, so I’ll make a note about his anger issues now. When people call him French, he gets angry and throws dodgeballs at them

The boys launch a jelly roll at Ms. Crabtree and make her crash the bus. They do it just for fun

The kids somehow go to China in the school bus

Cartman references Moby Dick, but he probably doesn’t know what he’s talking about

Kevin Stoley gets named in S02E05 and has his first speaking role when he says he has Chinese parents and after Cartman hears it he immediately says something racist. smh cartman, what a problematic fave

Cartman says “I love you guys 😊” but Stan and Kyle just stare at him and he goes 😐 “Eh, screw you guys 😠”

If Jimbo and Ned really fought in Vietnam, they youngest they could’ve been in 1998 is early forties, which means in the latest seasons they would be early sixties. Btw they met in Vietman

Jesus and Pals is a recurring TV show in seasons 1 and 2. Jesus just kind of lives in South Park

I just remembered that Terrance and Phillip are really old in canon, it’s so weird, like how can South Park canon still be changing, it’s been 20 years

Also the early seasons are casually racist who knew

Kenny flashes his ass on a tape the boys send to Jimbo and Ned’s TV show, which airs and at least 12 people see Kenny’s bare naked ass

Cartman really doesn’t like hippies in these early seasons. He throws a chair at Ned and yells, “Take that, hippie!” (Ned is in a catatonic state and did nothing to provoke this)

Jimbo and Ned live together I guess. Jimbo’s gonna take Ned home and show him some hardcore porn to snap him out of his catatonic state, good husband unlike Gerald Broflovski

Saddam Hussein is in hell and has a Canadian accent and is Satan’s lover in S02E06, I guess he died in Canada in the first episode this season but I wasn’t paying much attention since that’s the Terrance and Phillip episode that pissed a bunch of people off in 1998 because the audience wanted to know who Cartman’s dad is instead. It was kind of a boring episode so I understand why everyone was pissed, but it is funny that Matt and Trey did that so I’m not mad about it

Aww look at them!!! We’ve got background Style, the vaguest inkling of Crenny, and Cartman/Cake

I’d take more screenshots but it’s a pain since I’m watching legally and stupid legal websites block screenshots so I have to find youtube videos instead ughhhh piracy is the answer kids

Apparently there’s a huge waterfall and canyon somewhere close to South Park, maybe? At least in Stan’s dream

Mary Kay Bergman was an incredible voice actor. How the hell did she voice all the moms, Wendy, Shelly, principle Victoria, the mayor, Nurse Gollum, and fucking Ms. Crabtree??? Holy shit what a queen

Kenny has some feelings about death. He reimagines the episode where death boops him to death and in his version, he beats death the fuck up, then has ice cream and is happy 😊 But again, this is in Stan’s dream

S02E07 kind of establishes that nobody remembers Kenny dying because when Cartman tells a story where Kenny dies, Kyle questions how Kenny could’ve died then when he also died just a few hours ago when a giant monster took him

rip craig, he falls out the bus and into a canyon

But it’s okay because it was all Stan’s dream so everything in the episode is questionable. Everything after this is no longer a dream

Pip’s parents are dead and he has to go to summer school while everyone else is having a nice summer break

Officer Barbrady and the mayor are having sexual relations, I’m sure this is the most interesting note I’ve made so far. Idk I’m just writing everything down, this is how I enjoy things, I have no off switch

Ew summer bus stop, cursed

Kyle casually sings little tunes every once in a while, how cute

This is pretty obvious but Kenny likes dirty jokes, he laughs when Cartman innocently says he loves Chef’s salty chocolate balls (which are chocolate candy). Nobody else laughs

Cartman says “Screw you guys, I’m going home” or variations of it a lot in this season

So Stan throws up when he likes someone, right? Well, he’s watching an indie movie about two gay cowboys who start making out and he throws up, which is either a terrible homophobic joke or confirmation that Stan’s a little gay. I know which one I prefer

Kyle says Mr. Hankey is his best friend after Stan. Like I know it’s definitely canon that Stan and Kyle are best friends but it’s still nice to see confirmation, it’s very precious. Also Kyle is best friends with literal shit, so cute 😊

Kenny deaths:

S02E02 Kenny sacrifices himself by connecting a generator wire, which electrocutes him but brings power back to a hospital

S02E03 A tree falls on Kenny and crushes him

S02E04 Kenny falls in a grave and the gravestone falls on him

S02E05 The Chinese dodgeball team throws a ball at Kenny and he gets splattered against a wall

S02E06 Two guys pull on Kenny and tear him in half, as in one has the head and one has the legs

S02E07 A big scary monster plucks Kenny out of the school bus and carries him away. Also in Cartman’s fake memory of Fonzi jumping over cars, the motorcycle hits Kenny and crushes him against a brick wall. Kenny gets smashed against walls a lot, doesn’t he?

S02E08 Flashback: Baby Kenny has a firecracker and it explodes, sprinkling little baby Kenny parts everywhere. Later in the episode, current day Kenny dies when a giant firework snake bumps him off a stage and under a fence, which then crushes him.

S02E09 Kenny is playing with a yoyo outside a movie theatre when a bunch of people come outside and trample him to death. They say “Oh my God, I found a penny!” and “You bastard!”

I’ll post part 2 of season 2 in a couple days. I’m having way more fun writing these stupid notes than I thought I would (also gnomes is coming up soon and i am fucking ready for tweek)

#south park #sp rewatch #i thought i made way too many notes last time #oh boy #also sorry for my anti butters bias showing #i completely forgot to take notes about him until episode 5 #oops

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pinkysfaultorbrainsfault · 4 years

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pinky and the brain: s1e7 - tv or not tv

y’all do NOT understand how many times i have tried to post this. tumblr just will not stop eating it. this was supposed to be out last wednesday LMAO i am doing my best.

episode summary: brain engineers a pair of Mouse Dentures that give him a charming smile. anyone hypnotised by these dentures Suddenly Adores Him For No Good Reason. unfortunately, he’s also a bit of a shut in, so nobody is actually going to see his charming smile-- unless he gets himself a sitcom.

....or something.

the rundown:

we open on brain talking about the “weird and magical power” of celebrity. he has defaced several women, and is sticking his ass out. as you do. what is he doing to CINDY! and her ilk?? he must be stopped.

“those who have it weild tremendous influence. few can avoid the enchantment of its’ spell.”

“do you know what gives them this power?”

holy shit. he just stabbed CINDY!.

pinky absolutely does not care for CINDY!’s fate. “haha. narf. hey, paddlefoot, do you know what they call a quarter pounder in france?”

of course, sirius black was not in pulp fiction, and neither, as far as i can tell, was he in france. brain silences him with “enough gay banter”, like he wasn’t just sticking his ass out in his general direction, like, two minutes ago.

(this was the 90s, y’all. gay definitely meant gay back then. this is not the faraway tree.)

“pinky! behold the key to the power of attraction!”

“pushpins!”

“hurraaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“no, pinky.”

apparently the key to attraction is a

“winning smile”, as brain points out, tapping on CINDY!’s poor mutilated face for emphasis.

“and a nice healthy gum!”

“and... a nice healthy gum.”

it turns out that brain has “taken this idea of the influential smile to a new level - a level no less than world domination“, which is bold words for Mr Tumble Dryer. to achieve this, he has invented

teeth.

(okay. so it’s a bit bigger than that. he shows pinky the plans for,

and then a prototype of, a whole machine built specifically to engineer him little mousie dentures. a lot of work went into this one. shame, really.

“when did you have time to build that?”

“while you were engrossed in your mr belvedere reruns.”

“oh, i miss him. ):” )

anyway so. brain puts his teeth in.

there he is.

pinky describes this as

“enchanting (’:”

and brain affirms that it’s supposed to be. apparently the “reflective vibrations” (okay) of his smile stimulates the medula oblongata,

“causing the viewer to adore me for no good reason!”

“zort! i’m adoring you for no good reason!”

(he does point out, while brain is admiring his reflection in a nearby bunsen burner, “what if they’re wearing sunglasses?”

brain’s response is “we’ll work nights.”)

still, brain can’t just sit around in the lab twiddling his thumbs and expect the general public to Adore Him For No Reason. he needs exposure! and as pinky ponders “what would mr belvedere do,” brain asserts that he would “eat some butter”.

“i’m afraid, my friend, that you’ve seen far too much of mr belvede--”

more like mr belvIDEA lol. sorry i’ll see myself out.

“pinky, are you pondering what i’m pondering?”

“i think so, brain, bur it’s a miracle that this one grew back. ):”

.....okay.

thankfully, the plan is not, in fact, to amputate pinky’s leg. again???? instead, brain intends to use a weapon of “great stealth, power, and corruption.”

OUR OWN SITCOM.

✨

meanwhile, at the wb studio, we meet jerry kilmer. mr kilmer is currently being harassed by some dudes who also really, really want their own sitcom. for far less nefarious purposes, presumably.

“so there’s this guy, right?”

“and get this! he designs--”

“BIKINIS.”

“TINY LITTLE BIKINIS. OKAY okay okay okay so here’s the hook.”

“HE’S PRETENDING--”

“TO BE BLIND.”

it does not appear to be what mr kilmer is looking for.

(meanwhile, the mice are spying on the acme labs janitor. he seems like a cool dude! but the mice are not here for friendship.

they sneak into his jacket pocket!

and...... steal his.... car keys? “YES. to the television station!”

✨

this isn’t even the first vehicle he’s stolen. hopefully he’ll have this one back by curfew as well.)

they do get pulled over by the police, but i don’t want to go into that. unless you guys reaaaallly want me to. instead, they park outside the studio and harass some poor receptionist.

“excuse me. we’re here to-- pitch. as they say. a sitcóm. my dear.”

i don’t know why brain says words like that.

“appointment?”

“oh, i’m sure you can--”

“work us in.” says brain. he is sticking his ass out for no reason. all the appeal is in his sparkly dentures, so.... there’s really no need for that, my dude.

✨

“you’re next! for no good reason!”

these dudes are still here. “wait!” yells our budding comedian, “wait! check out this idea. it’s about a guy!”

original.

“who always sticks his foot in his mouth!!”

clever. unfortunately, his demonstration goes wrong, and he ends up kicking mr kilmer in the face.

bonk.

gives him a nasty black eye to boot. ouch.

“ugh. can’t i ever just see someone normal?”

good thing these very normal individuals have just shown up, huh? nothing shady about these guys. “ugh, thank goodness,” says mr kilmer. they introduce themselves politely as jonathan michael charles (left) and jamal spelling (right).

“you guys have quite a look.”

“thank you.”

✨

“alright then. what do you got for me?”

“egad, brain.”

“he’s not adoring you for no good reason!!”

“drat.”

“well. we’re young hip adults--”

“and hijinks ensue!”

“who sit on a big fat couch and whine--”

“with disaaaasterous results!!”

“and have lots of generation x friends who trade zippy, sarcastic banter.”

“and i have a monkey.”

a very original concept.

at least, mr kilmer sems to think so. “hmmm. fresh. but tell me! what really brings you here. what are jamal and jonathan all about.”

“actually, we are two lab mice involved in a broad and sweeping plan to take over the world.”

mr kilmer thinks this is hilarious, apparently.

these guys do not. but they’re not important, for the moment.

the long and short of it, anyway, is that kilmer can’t give them a sitcom because nobody knows who they are, quote unquote. “the day i see your face on the cover of peeple magazine is the day you get a sitcom.”

irritated, jamal and jonathan make their exit.

and mr kilmer laughs so hard at the idea of lab mice trying to take over the world, that he falls out of his chair.

this will become relevant later.

meanwhile -- i just had to screencap this, okay, because of brain’s face. pinky suggests that he get on the cover of peeple by marrying prince charles. and brain thinks this is a horrible idea.

he’s much more interested in princess diana. but no, pinky, the path he must follow is “the same one followed by the leading sitcom stars of the day.”

“i must become a SUCCESSFUL STANDUP COMEDIAN.”

“so hey, how about those mitochondria? do they have enough cilia or what?”

“hey, why don’t you tell a joke you know!”

this may be harder than brain thought. undeterred, though, he presses on.

“do you ever notice how when you’re looking in the mirror of a quadrant electrometre, your forehead seems large?? why is that??”

“i just flew in from cleveland! and boy are my upper extremeties fatigued by a buildup of lactic acid!”

“booooooooooooooo!” says our guy on the left.

“go back to your troll village, squirt!” says his friend on the right. “what do you say to that?”

“i find you repugnant.”

(well. that made them laugh, at least.)

“your stupidity is matched only by the ill-slipped caterpillar, that chews off its’ own wings after emerging from its’ cucoon!!!”

“in fact! all of you! are just a gaggle of pathetically misguided root diggers!!”

“why don’t you all stand under a stalactite and bellow the resonate frequency, causing it to plummet onto your cranium!!”

“you’re all repugnant i say!!! repugnant!!!”

and with that little mousie tantrum out of his system, brain trundles off to sulk.

pinky claps him on the way out.

“egad brain! narf! they love you!”

“yes.”

so then he goes on tv, i guess.

“our comedy challenger is the master of insults! the prince of putdowns! jamal spelling!”

“you’re all a bunch of crevulating nitwits with peat moss for a cortex. repugnant!”

i don’t envy that guy third from the right. he doesn’t look like he’s having a very good time. he’s sensitive about his peat moss cranium, okay? don’t make fun of him.

NEXT ON G, HOWIE TURN HOSTS COMEDIAN JAMAL SPELLING.

“so, uh, jamal spelling. what kind of stupid name is that? cmon? what’s your real name?”

this would be racist if jamal spelling was a human man comedian and not like, a lab mouse. thankfully, this is not the case.

“my real name is the brain.” says brain, helpfully enunciating the “the”. “and you, my unwashed friend, are repugnant.”

HA HA. HA HA HA HA HA.

“oh, you’re hot, baby.”

okay.

but we’re, uh. we’re not going to think about that, and we’re going to go look at the david letterman show instead.

“uh, my next guest-- paul, do you know who our next guest is?”

“daaaaave, i know he’s a beautiful kind of-- nutty cat who just got us all a-wow.”

“here he is, ladies and gentlemen! for your comedy dollar, jamal spelling!!”

jamal spelling appears to be naked.

but he’s funny, so nobody minds.

“somebody here smells like a coagulated agar slant growing in a petri dish. repugnant!”

see! he’s just too comedy for clothes.

(meanwhile, we take a short trip to the office of janet mekko. “welcome, mr kilmer,” she says.

“my... secretary sent me here-- actually, i feel kind of stupid.”

“oh, honey. that’s a good thing! if there weren’t any stupid people, i wouldn’t have any business.”

“now. ya got some paaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiin.”

(in the distance, dan reynolds - at the tender age of eight - mumbles “you made me a, you made me a believer” in his sleep.)

“yeah.” says mr kilmer, completely unaware of this. “i fell out of my chair.”

“i’m gonna hypnotise you, so relax.”

okay.

“this’ll make you sleepy.”

“what is it?”

“a kenny g album.”

“okay. you’re in a trance. i’m gonna give you a random word. if you feel pain, say that word, you’ll feel good.”

“but careful! cause if you say it when you’re feeling good, the pain will come back! bad.”

spooky.

“and your random word is--”

“repugnant.”

there is, of course, absolutely no way this can go wrong.)

let us turn our view to happier pastures. namely, the mice are watching tv.

TONIGHT ON CIRCUS OF THE STARS

HARRY DEAN ANDERSON GETS SHOT OUT OF A GIANT PASTA MAKER

COMEDIAN JAMAL SPELLING FLIES THE TRAPEZE

AND BOB SAGET GETS TRAMPLED BY A BEAR. we hope.

pinky is elated! “egad, brain! circus of the stars! narf! you’ve really made it!”

pinky wants to be on circus of the stars, don’t you know. unfortunately, as he dutifully informs brain in pretty much the same breath, he hasn’t quite made it into peeple magazine yet.

“hm. it’s time to use plan b, pinky.”

“there was an a?? poit.”

ouch. jesus, pinky.

undeterred, brain marches his merry little ass over to the old timey corded phone.

beep.

“yes, connect me with buckinham palace, please.”

“egad! you did it brain! the cover of peeple!”

rule britannia is playing in the background of this scene. let’s... not think too hard about how this works, and agree that, yes, pauly shore, enough.

no more pauly shore, please.

conclusion:

jerry keeps his word, and, upon learning that jamal spelling is now legally married to princess diana (a fact which would certainly not lead to a warrant for his arrest in a couple of years) he asks him for a demo tape.

for such small hands, jamal sure does have very neat handwriting.

“make me laugh, jamal, and you got yourself a sitcom.”

“why don’t you all stand under a stalactite and bellow the resonate frequency, causing it to plummet onto your cranium!!”

he seems to like it! kilmer makes a little hee hee noise, unprepared for where this is undoubtedly going.

“you’re repungnant!”

“AAUGHGHGHHH.”

there it is.

“repugnant!”

“i say repugnant!”

repugnant repugnant repugnant repugnant

repugnant!

and with that, jerry kilmer falls out of the window.

as he does, he yells “i’ll get you, jamal spelling” which personally i think is unfair. jamal couldn’t have known, surely? don’t be mean to jamal. he’s got a lot on his mind, what with that restraining order against howie turn.

meanwhile, in the lab, the mice debate a good pitch for a pilot (i’ve got it, brain! it’s a show about nothing!) when jamal spelling gets a call.

“hi jamal! this is nina from the tv station. could you come down for a meeting?”

“mm hmmm.”

✨

it’s the WB.

as nina types away, jamal and jonathan enter casually, like this is their house, or something. “are you pleased to see us?” asks jamal, in a cocky, egomaniac labmouse sort of way.”

“yes i am!”

(nina somehow doesn’t notice.)

anyway then these guys find the dentures and pitch the first idea that comes into their heads.

“hey cortex! what do you wanna do tonight?”

don’t ask why mouse dentures fit a human man. we suspend our disbelief here.

(also there was no way this was brain’s fault. he couldn’t have known. outside influence it is. a shame, really.)

brain: 7 pinky: 7 outside influence: 14

thanks for the fun meme, @shuunthenonbeliever !

#patb #pinky and the brain #WHEEZE #if this refuses to post ONE MORE TIME #i am going to go FERAL #i have typed this all out THREE TIMES #I HAVE HAD ENOUGH #some explodey boys for y'all on saturday!#i hope.#if this episode EVER POSTS.

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starryeyedcas · 3 years

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I'm dropping a timeline of my South Park town in the Sims lmao (this is messy as FUCK btw and just drabble so-- reader beware //of my brain nonsense)

So I started by creating the boys and their families and then I quit playing for like a month (because doing all that work was just too much xD)

But I had all of the boys start out as children and I wanted to build there relationships from there. (as of now I have not made the girls other than Wendy and Bebe)

I dunno how most of y'all be playing the Sims but I have a story running thru my head throughout all of it and that's what makes it so fun for me xD My roommate can't relate

Anyways

After I got finished building everyone's relationships* ALL WITHOUT CHEATING BY THE WAY- I was able to play as Craig and Tweek, which I wanted to do in the first place.

I decided not to force age my sims and the save file is set for the sims to have a normal lifespan while the seasons are 7 [sim] days long. So essentially, I would have to play for 56 days of the boys as children. Or 8 sim weeks/ 2 sim years.

I dunno if y'all have ever waited for your sims to age up naturally BUT HOLY WORDS IT IS AGONIZING.

But I wasn't going to give up. For a while, I played solely as Tweek. He was a straight A student, he joined the scouts and earned all of this badges. He completed 2 out of 4 aspirations for children (Rambunctious Scamp and the Creative one) and by the time he aged up he had mastered the piano skill and had written and published a song.

Craig kept up in school even better than Tweek. He would do extra credit work and was mastered in the logic skill before he aged up. He had completed 3 of the 4 aspirations. Rambunctious scamp, Social Butterfly, and the Whiz Kid.

I spent most of the time playing as Craig and Tweek and didn't really play with the other characters that much, but lemme tell you, it's really cool to have all the boys playing at the park at the same time. And when they would come home from school it would be like: "Craig wants to invite over classmate Token, is that okay?" and I was just like :D

I was able to do a little with Kenny, he was doing okay in school, but due to poor living conditions was never really happy. I got him a dog that's agressive and runs away a lot, so I felt like that built him up into what he is now.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO

The Teen Years**

this is where I am currently. Everyone is aged up except for uh, Clyde - Butters - Token - Eric. (they'll age up in few more [sim] days)

So immediately, as they aged up, Craig and Tweek hit it off. They are in a relationship... kind of. (more on this later)

Craig is a lifeguard afterschool and keeps up his A grade. He's also really into fitness and works out alllll the time. He is obsessed with Tweek, he loves him to death. He's got pictures of the two of them together all over the house.

Tweek on the other hand enjoys writing and playing music. He also keeps up his grades but he's not as meticulous with it as Craig is. Craig gave Tweek a promise ring and now Tweek is promised to him.

This is where things get a little interesting on my end---

I got a little bored playing with Tweek and Craig and their loving committed relationship (call it the Gemini in me) and I went to play Kenny (unrelated but he is a major comfort character of mine).

Kenny is a serial romantic. What can I say, the guy likes to have a good time. SO I have Kenny run over to Stan's house and they start dating. Kenny leaves Stan's house and run's into Tweek and they start FLIRTING.

Out of curiosity, I had Kenny ask Tweek if he was in a relationship and Tweek said NO. So Kenny saw an open window and climbed in- BAM he and Tweek start dating too. Everything is on the DL of course.

Meanwhile, Kenny is teaching himself how to sing. He practices a lot in public, which gets him FAMOUS. So now he's a famous person who flirts with anything that moves.

But the way I see it is, yes, Kenny flirts a lot. He is a bird you can't keep in a cage, but he will always come back home. And to Kenny, that home is Stan. How does Stan feel about it? Well I imagine that when Stan finds out JUST HOW MANY PEOPLE Kenny has been with, he's not going to like it very much. Especially since one of those people is Tweek, one of Kenny's closest friends.

HOWEVER like I said, Kenny is a bird and his home is Stan. Kenny loves Stan a lot and I imagine that when Stan find out about everything Kenny has been doing behind his back, they will break up and go their separate ways. But when they get older, and Kenny is ready to settle down, he'll seek out Stan and see if they wanna try things again. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it-

I've got big plans for Butters, however. He adores the shit out of Kenny, and I imagine when Butters' ages up he'll be Kenny's new "home" for a while. But we all know Butters deserves better so, I'm gonna have to find a way to give him a happy arc at some point.

--I'll come back and update this later--

* How I set up the boys relationships as children

Eric Cartman

Best friends with Stan, Kyle, Kenny

Good Friend with Tweek (idk how that happened)

Friends with Craig, Butters, Clyde, Token

Stan Marsh

Best friends with Kyle, Kenny, Eric

Friends with Tweek, Craig, and Butters

Acquaintances with the rest

Kyle Broflovski

Best friends with Stan, Eric, and Kenny

Friends with Butters, Tweek, and Craig

Acquaintances with the rest

Kenny McCormick

Kenny's fucking friends with everyone dude

Tweek Tweak

Best Friends with Craig and Kenny

Friends with the main four and the rest of Craig's gang

Acquaintance - Butters

Craig Tucker

Best friends with Token, Clyde, and Tweek

Friends with the main four

Acquaintance - Butters

** The Teen Relationships so far

I have worked on this one a whole lot just yet so you only get a snippet of what I have xD

Craig Tucker

Promised to Tweek Tweak. (but the game says they aren't in a relationship so....?)

Good Friends with Kenny McCormick and bunch of random villagers

Tweek Tweak

In an official relationship with Kenny McCormick

Promised to Craig Tucker

Friends with Kyle

Kenny Mccormick

In official relationships with Stan Marsh, Tweek Tweak, Kyle Broflovski, and 2 random sim townies

Having flings with at least 8 other sim townies (but they aren't that serious or official)

Good friends with Butters xD

#just... don't read this #drabble

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professorchaos · 4 years

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gregory or damien for the ask meme?

i'll do both again ahaha

gregory:

How I feel about this character

he makes me laugh... i'm fond of him. have thought about cosplaying him before.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

christophe, kyle, uhhhhhh... i’m not opposed to shipping him with stan and/or wendy, or with others but i've never rly seen anything except these four!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

pip... there’s something rly funny about it to me

My unpopular opinion about this character

i don’t think he’s snobby or stuck up or anything like that. he was really reasonable throughout the movie imo

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

again, i'd love to see him come back! he’d make either a hilarious hero or a fun villain in tfbw... they coulda played him off stan and wendy and have the others be like “oh my god who cares about this” n it would have been pretty amusing imo

damien:

How I feel about this character

like him!

All the people I ship romantically with this character

pip (though only under certain circumstances honestly), kenny, butters, stan. definitely could be interested in others but everything except for dip is so rare!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

kenny, henrietta

My unpopular opinion about this character

maybe not that unpopular but i think it’s fun to write him as a neurodivergency metaphor- it’s definitely far from “woke” bc of what he is but i think that often characters like damien (from the omen, that is) are unfortunately rather heavily inspired by neurodivergent traits and it makes them relatable, largely in a negative way- that’s why you end up with so many nd people relating to like, aliens and demons and monsters and such. so. to turn that on its head and make him, rather than actually destined for evil, just a kid who thinks he is because he acts differently to others... that’s probably kinder than making him evil or mean, imo. i dunno how to phrase this in an intelligent way but i really like damien and i find him relatable, so i don’t personally enjoy portrayals which play too heavily into the edgier side of the lore. yeah, he’s the antichrist, but it’s south park and satan is a pretty decent guy, so.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

like all the other one-off characters, just hope they bring him back before the series ends forever!

#anonymous #character meme

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annzybwrites · 4 years

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Truth or Dare: Coming Out Edition (Chapter 4: Kissing Time)

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A South Park Fanfiction ft. Creek, Style, and Bunny

“Why did we decide to go back to truth or dare again?” Kyle asked. After the cake decorating (the cake actually looked very nice with red and green plaid, despite the mini frosting-fight that Clyde had instigated), they made their way back to the entertainment room. Instead of playing a different game, like Kyle wanted, Kenny had suggested they keep playing Truth or Dare, a suggestion that Clyde took to immediately and wouldn’t shut up about. “Oh, right,” Kyle rolled his eyes, “because Clyde’s a baby.”

“I am not!” Clyde pouted. “We’ll just pick up where we left off! So it’s your turn to ask someone, Kyle!”

“I told Kenny to take my turn.”

“We ended up baking instead,” Kenny replied, shrugging with a lazy grin. “Didn’t want to be rude and keep playing without you two.”

Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. Butters, truth or dare.”

“Oh, gosh, um,” Butters put his hands to his cheeks, his eyes looking left and right as he debated. “D-dare!”

Kyle had to think for a moment before deciding, “I dare you to spin around while singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.””

A few of the boys snickered with laughter, while Butters just hoped he wouldn’t throw up. He felt a little nauseous afterwards, but he kept the game going.

“Tweek, truth or dare?”

Tweek tensed up, his leg bouncing nervously. “Um… truth.”

Butters beamed and clasped his hands together, excitedly asking, “What was your first kiss with Craig like?”

“Butters, I love you,” Clyde whispered.

“Gah!” Tweek flushed and covered his face. “That’s p-personal!!”

“You can use one of your passes if you want, honey,” Craig reminded him, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Mmm,” Tweek thought about it, glancing down at the three he still had. He wanted to save those for something truly embarrassing. “N-no, I’ll answer it!” He swallowed, feeling everyone’s eyes bore into him. “Oh, god, w-well - it was… a month and a half in, after we started dating for real…”

~~~~~

4th grade.

Tweek took a deep breath in, loving the faint smell of burning leaves on this autumn night. He and Craig were in his backyard, sitting by a small campfire with a tent and a telescope set up nearby. He couldn’t believe their parents were cool with this - they were the ones who always joked about “leaving the door open” when they hung out together. Still, he was happy the night was warm, and there wasn’t much wind.

“I wish everyone would turn their lights off,” Craig grumbled next to him, sitting bent over with his legs crossed and his head slumped in his hands. “I wanna see the stars.”

Tweek chuckled and fiddled with the blanket in his lap. “We’ll just have to wait awhile, Craig. Maybe even till midnight.”

“Ugh,” Craig groaned and closed his eyes. “Too long to wait.”

“Oh my god, Craig.” Tweek laughed and gently pushed at Craig’s knee. “We could go in the tent and just play games for awhile? That’ll pass the time!”

Craig thought about it for a moment, staring at the fire with that same, emotionless face of his. “Sure. Sounds fun.”

Tweek insisted they put out the fire before heading into the tent, being worried about starting a house fire, but that didn’t take too much time. Soon they were sitting comfortably in their tent, Craig playing some matching game on his phone while Tweek watched, his head resting on the stoic boy’s shoulder.

After a few rounds, Craig lowered the phone, muttering, “Hey, Tweek?”

“Hm?” Tweek lifted his head so he could look at his face. “What is it?”

Craig hesitated, his voice getting quieter as he glanced away. “Have you thought about… kissing? At all?”

Tweek tensed up, his head starting to feel like a cloud. He squeaked and held a hand up to his lips. “K… kissing?”

Craig nodded, lowering his head shyly. His shoulders hunched up as if to hide himself.

“Oh, god.” Tweek swallowed, pulling his legs up to his chest. He felt lighting forming in his cloudy head, his thoughts all scrambled from the electricity. “W-well, I… yes! Of course I want to try it, b-but it’s so scary! And you’re sharing spit with someone else - isn’t that unsanitary?! I don’t understand how it’s supposed to feel good! Which is why I wanna try it so I can see for myself, but what if I end up getting a horrible disease and dying! Or worse, you end up -!”

“Tweek,” Craig interrupted, placing a hand in Tweek’s hair to lightly massage his scalp. “Calm the brain. Okay?”

“Nnngh,” Tweek groaned and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

“If it helps,” Craig spoke up again, “Lots of people kiss every day, and they don’t die from it. And…” he cleared his throat, getting quiet again, “I really wanna kiss you.”

Tweek’s heart leaped up into his throat, lighting shooting out from his brain and sending tingling shocks all the way down his spine. Craig wanted to kiss him! W-well, duh, that was normal! They were dating! But, but they were so young, and their immune systems were still developing, and…!

“We don’t have to do it tonight,” Craig continued when it seemed Tweek was freaking out again. “But I wanted you to know. So you can think about it.”

“Craaaiiig,” Tweek whined, covering his face. “J-just, give me…” Craig was being so nice about this, as usual. Setting aside his own wants for Tweek’s comfort, even though he panicked about everything. With all Craig did for him, he should be able to give him a kiss. Besides that, he wanted to kiss him - his brain was just making him freak out, making him hesitate. He was so sick of that! “You know what - no!” he slammed his fists on the ground, staring up at Craig with determination. “I, I want to do it! Screw my brain - I want to kiss you!!”

Craig’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “You’re… sure?”

“Yes!!” Tweek got to his knees, scooting close enough to place his hands on Craig’s shoulders. “But, but do it before I change my mind.”

Craig felt heat pool into his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around Tweek’s waist, his heart pounding in his chest. He really hadn’t expected to actually kiss Tweek tonight, but he was definitely not wasting the opportunity. He sucked in a breath and leaned in, pressing his lips lightly against Tweek’s. His immediate thought was that Tweek really needed to stop biting his lips, but his second thought was: holy shit we’re kissing. Followed by a warmth slowly spreading from his face, down his neck, and settling in the center of his chest.

When he pulled away, staring into Tweek’s wide, emerald eyes, he said the first thing that was on his mind. “That was nice.”

Tweek became flustered immediately and buried his face against Craig’s shoulders, his arms curling between them as he tried burying himself against Craig. “It, it was.” Craig’s lips were so warm, and he was so gentle like always. It felt weird at first, his brain making him think of the millions of germs they were sharing, but after pushing that aside… the storm in his brain went away, and he felt… calm. Like how Craig usually made him feel, but more. A happier calm, maybe? He was closer to Craig than ever; he’d pushed aside his stupid fears and was finally able to enjoy something normal and fun. He felt pride blooming in his chest like a late flower, his lips settling into a relaxed smile.

He loved this. He loved how Craig made him feel more comfortable in his own skin. Not just when they were together, either - all the time. God, just a year ago, he would have probably screamed bloody murder at the idea of him kissing anyone, but now…

Tweek lifted his head, asking quietly, “Should we try again?”

Craig didn’t respond - he simply leaned in for another kiss.

~~~~~

Current time.

“Awwww!” Butters and Clyde both felt like melting after Tweek finished the story.

Tweek, on the other hand, was shaking and covering his flushed face, even with Craig hugging him close and smoothing his hair back to calm him down.

“I didn’t know you could be so romantic, Craig,” Token teased, laying on his stomach and supporting his grinning face with his hands.

“Yeah!” Jimmy snickered. “This changes your wh-whole image!”

“Shut up,” Craig grumbled, unable to look at anyone right now.

“You’re so lucky!” Clyde complained, flopping pathetically onto his back. “Both of you!!”

“Their love shall last throughout the ages,” Kenny prophesied, clasping his hands together as if to pray.

“Timmy!” He clapped happily in agreement.

“I can’t wait for the wedding!” Butters chirped.

“Guys,” Craig cut in, frowning. “Stop. Please.” He shot his eyes back to Tweek before looking at them again, trying to silently bring attention to the fact that Tweek was still curled up and shaking against Craig, his hands pulling tight at his hair. The group fell silent then, feeling a little guilty. Craig just sighed and mumbled something to Tweek, who nodded in response. “I’ll take Tweek’s turn. Kenny, truth or dare.”

“Dare, baby.” Kenny winked.

Craig didn’t even have to think. “I dare you to kiss Butters.”

“Ooooh!” Clyde grinned, sitting back up with the widest grin possible. “Yes! Yes!!”

“Hold on,” Token held a hand out, being the referee. “For dares involving other people, they have to agree.”

All attention turned to Kenny and Butters, who were both sitting with a bit more attention.

“Well,” Kenny started, turning to Butters with a small smile. One of his hands lifted to rub at his neck. “It’s up to you, then.”

“Oh, geez!” Butters put his hands up to his flushed cheeks. He was smiling, but whether it was out of awkwardness or eagerness, that was up for debate. “Well, I don’t wanna be labeled a coward!”

Kenny snorted and shook his head. “All right then.”

Clyde gasped when Kenny went for it. Just a quick brush of their lips, both of their eyes closed as they stayed close for for a few seconds.

“Wait!!” Clyde scrambled to find his phone. “I want a picture!!”

“I’ve got you covered,” Craig spoke up, phone in hand. “But I’ll delete it if you don’t leave me the fuck alone with truth or dare tonight.”

Clyde felt like his soul was escaping his body. “You bastard, you planned this!!”

“It’s not my fault you lose your phone constantly.”

The two best friends argued back and forth a bit longer, while Kenny and Butters just smiled at each other. Butters giggled and covered his eyes, while Kenny laughed and poked one of those cute, chubby cheeks of his.

Stan and Kyle had been watching their friends quite closely and exchanged curious glances, wondering if either of them knew anything about this. They’d talk later.

“Fellas,” Jimmy spoke up, “let’s keep the game r-rolling, shall we?”

“Right, right.” Kenny chuckled and finally took his gaze off of Butters. “Kyle, back to you.”

Kyle narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Hadn’t he just went a few turns ago? “Truth.”

“Perfect.” Kenny leaned back on his hands, sprawling his long legs out. “Who was the first boy you ever kissed?”

The circle went silent for the umpteenth time that night, everyone looking at a furious Kyle.

“Gee, that’s a fucking loaded question, don’t you think?”

“You already came out to us here,” Kenny shrugged. “Either answer or pass.”

Kyle just continues glaring at Kenny, ignoring everyone else for right now. “Fuck off. You know it was you.”

…

“Holy shit,” Clyde whispered.

“For real?!” Jimmy’s eyes widened.

“I’m not surprised,” Token shrugged.

“When did this happen?” Stan asked, mouth open slightly in amazement.

“Well, I don’t have to answer that, now do I?” Kyle snapped, not even looking at him. “Jimmy, truth or dare?”

“Um…” Jimmy didn’t seem to want to get in the middle of this.

“Kyle,” Stan tried again, reaching for Kyle who just turned away from him.

“Jimmy, truth or dare?”

Jimmy chewed at his lip. “Um… da -”

“Stan and I kissed once!” Butters blurted out.

“Butters!” Stan yelled, his face turning pale way too fast. “What the fuck!”

“I, I just didn’t want you and Kyle to be mad at each other again!”

“I need this story!!” Clyde was shaking his fists up and down in excitement.

“Everyone, calm down,” Token got to his knees, holding his hands out to try and calm the situation. “We’re getting away from the game.”

“I wanna h-hear this, too,” Jimmy replied.

“Same, honestly,” Kenny was looking at Butters with a raised brow, his mouth in a neutral line.

Butters looked down at the floor, playing with his fingers. “Well, um -“

“Don’t you dare say anything!” Stan yelled again, his shoulders shaking, tears at the corner of his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it!”

“Stan,” Kyle held a hand out to him, but Stan slapped it away.

“I don’t want your pity!” he yelled, closing his eyes. “God, you’re all so fucking obsessed aren’t you!? Can’t a guy just try and figure shit out on his own!”

“I’m s-sorry, Stan,” Butters mumbled.

“Well it’s too late for that, isn’t it!” Stan turned on him, tears starting to fall. “What do you guys want to hear? That I’m a fucking mess who doesn’t know if I’m trans or bi or whatever the new thing is!? Because that’s it! Can we move on now! God!” He stood up, wiping furiously at his eyes as he practically ran out of the room.

Everyone stayed put for a long moment, processing what Stan had just blurted out. The eavesdroppers weren’t that surprised to hear this again, but it was still painful to see a friend break down like that.

“I’ll,” Kyle started to get up first. “I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“Wait.” Tweek stood up, not shaking anymore, though his eyes were a bit red. “Let me talk to him.”

“Tweek,” Kyle shook his head. “I don’t think -”

“I know what I’m doing.” Tweek turned away from everyone. “He probably can’t face you right now.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Kyle huffed defensively, crossing his arms. “I’m his best friend!”

“That’s exactly why he can’t face you right now,” Tweek pointed out, heading after Stan. He stopped just at the exit, turning to look at everyone. “I think we should stop with this stupid game now, guys.”

He turned to leave, and everyone else exchanged looks.

“I think he’s r-right,” Jimmy spoke quietly, rubbing at one of his arms. “Too much drama.”

“Back to video games?” Clyde suggested with a sheepish grin.

“Sounds good to me.” Token stood up, stretching out. “Clyde, help me set up.”

“Aye aye!” Clyde gave a mock salute before springing to his feet.

Kyle just watched them, still seated on the floor with his legs pulled up to his chest. He stared down at the floor miserably, a hollow feeling in his gut. He didn’t know how to feel about Stan and Butters having kissed before, just like he didn’t know how to feel when he and Kenny had kissed. He’d just wanted to figure things out, and Kenny had been a very vocal pansexual ever since sixth grade (not that anyone was surprised). Who better than Ken to talk about some confusing feelings with?

~~~~~

7th grade.

“So,” Kenny was laying on his back on Kyle’s bed, his hands behind his head as he grinned. “You think you like a boy?”

“Yeah.” Kyle felt like a mouse as he sat on his desk chair, one leg pulled up to his chest, facing Kenny with pink cheeks. “But how do you know for sure?”

“Well,” Kenny turned on his side, giving Kyle a serious look. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but even with girls you were never really sure if you liked them, right?”

Kyle sighed and rested his head on his knee, closing his eyes. “No, you’re right. It’s like… I need someone to tell me “that’s a crush” before I realize it.”

“Well,” Kenny turned onto his stomach, bringing his hands up for his head to lay on. “Did anyone tell you that you’re crushing on this guy?”

Kyle opened his eyes in surprise, thinking that over. “... No…”

“Then, why do you think it’s a crush?”

“I don’t know!” Kyle threw his hands up in exasperation, putting his leg down and turning his chair away. He felt those stupid butterflies brushing their wings against the inside of his chest. “Because… because when I’m with him, I…”

“You just want to be close to him?” Kenny supplied, his eyes slipping closed. “Hold his hand, cuddle him, make him laugh - kiss him?”

Kyle hunched over in his chair, hugging himself tightly as he closed his eyes. “Wow, you really are the expert, huh?”

“I’m not an expert,” Kenny told him with a sigh. “I’ve just experienced a lot. So listen when I say - just tell Stan how you feel.”

Kyle whipped around, his cheeks turning a rosy red now. “I never said it was -!”

“You didn’t have to.” Kenny chuckled and sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling. “But fine, we’ll pretend it isn’t Stan.”

Kyle just glared at him then, turning to look out the window with a sigh. “You’re infuriating.”

“I know,” Kenny winked, sticking his tongue out playfully. “That’s why you love me~”

Kyle flushed more and covered his face, shaking his head. “... I… I’m just not sure if I’m ready to tell him yet. I mean, what if I’m wrong? What if I’m not actually attracted to guys, and this is just stupid hormones talking or something?”

“Oh my god.” Kenny snorted and covered his mouth before he could start really laughing. “Hormones don’t make you attracted to anything with a pulse. That’s you that’s experiencing the attraction!”

“Don’t laugh at me!” Kyle snapped, his hands clenching into fists. “God, you’re such an ass.”

Kenny couldn’t stop right away; he got a few more snickers in before taking a deep breath. “Okay, okay - if you’re worried about that, there’s an easy fix.”

“Oh yeah?” Kyle raised his brow. “And what’s that?”

“Kiss me.”

“What!?” Kyle jumped to his feet, staring at Kenny like he was crazy. “No! Why would I -”

“I’m a guy,” Kenny started to piece this together for him, kicking his legs back and forth against the bed with a lazy grin. “You can pretend I’m your crush, and if you enjoy kissing me, even just a little, that would prove it’s not “hormones,” right?”

“Or you’re just fucking horny,” Kyle bit at him, crossing his arms. “I’m not kissing you.”

“All right, suit yourself.” Kenny shrugged. “But I’m just saying - if you’re unsure, it’s better to experiment with a friend who understands, instead of a partner who could get hurt.”

Kyle clenched his teeth, searching Kenny’s face. He didn’t seem to be doing this as some kind of kink, or a stupid prank. And what he just said was right - he didn’t want to hurt anyone. Least of all… Stan. It really was one of this things holding Kyle back; wondering what would happen if he worked so hard to start dating his best friend just to find out he actually hated kissing him. Stan was always a mess after breakups - he didn’t want to be the cause of that.

He swallowed, turning his head away as he mumbled, “Okay, fine.”

“You’re sure?” Kenny had to check. “I’m not pressuring you, I’m just trying to help -”

“I know, okay!” Kyle stomped over, standing right in front of him with a nervous twinge in his lips. “I just… want to know for sure.”

Kenny searched his face, looking for any signs of hesitation. When he didn’t find any, he stood up and gently lead Kyle to be the one sitting on the bed. “Then close your eyes, and imagine I’m Stan - or “whoever” your crush is.”

“Fuck off,” Kyle grumbled before doing as he was told. He realized his heart was going way faster than before, the thumping loud in his ears as he waited for Kenny to do it already.

He tensed up when he felt the softest touch against his lips. He didn’t know Kenny could be this soft - wait, he’s supposed to pretend it’s Stan.

Kyle gripped his comforter tight between his hands, taking a deep breath through his nose as he tried to picture it. Stan standing in his room, kissing him softly. They’re both not quite sure what they’re feeling, but they want to make sense of it together. They’ve… they’ve kind of always liked each other, but as the years went on their feelings changed. Molded into something new, and… beautiful. And even though it was scary, and confusing, and messy - they were here, in this moment, together, and it felt… right. There wasn’t anyone else they’d rather figure this out with.

He felt himself start to melt as Stan buried a hand into his hair. He leaned in further, reaching up to wrap his arms around Stan’s neck. But, wait, Stan’s hair didn’t go down to his shoulders…

Kyle snapped his eyes open, pushing Kenny away as ice slid down his back. He covered his mouth, doubling over as he felt his breaths come too quick, too fast.

“Kyle?” Kenny’s quiet, hesitant voice reached his ears.

“Fucky, Kenny,” he whispered, having to gasp for air. He covered his face, moving to lay on his bed and curl up properly. Tears fell right onto the bedspread, and his body started shaking with repressed sobs. “Fuck.”

“Kyle, it’s okay.” Kenny knelt beside the bed, brushing Kyle’s hair back comfortingly. “Now you know, right?”

“Now I know and it’s terrifying!” Kyle corrected, dropping his hands to look at him as the tears kept coming. “It shouldn’t have been that easy to imagine you were Stan!”

Kenny’s jaw tightened, but he decided not to comment. “Look… I know it’s scary to really like someone, but -”

“But nothing!” Kyle turned away from him then, taking a deep breath. “Why am I doing this to myself!? This is just torture! Like Stan would ever feel the same way? He’s always crawling back to Wendy! Even if he did like guys, I’d never stand a fucking chance!”

“You don’t know that -”

“Oh, and you do?” Kyle’s chest started shaking again, and he covered his face right as a sob broke through. He didn’t realize just how much he’d been bottling this up. In a way, he’d almost been hoping that he wasn’t actually attracted to guys, because if he was, then he’d just have to admit that Stan would never feel the same way, that his crush was hopeless. Why did he have to fall for his best friend? “I must hate myself.”

“Kyle, you’re being dramatic.” Kenny sighed, glancing off to the side. “Look, it’s obvious you’re way too nervous to tell Stan anything right now. So just… wait it out.”

Kyle tried to control his quick breaths, swallowing and forcing himself to look at him. “Wait it… out?”

“Yeah.” Kenny nodded. “Just wait. See how you feel in a few months, or hell - even a year. If you still feel this strongly about him after that… well, you can decide where to go when you get there.”

Kyle started to calm down. He sniffled and wiped at his eyes. “You think… that would be fine?”

“Yeah.” Kenny nodded. “You can always start gradually, too. Like, tell Stan you’re bi, or whatever you think you are. See how he reacts to that.”

Kyle scoffed, mumbling pessimistically, “He’d probably avoid me for a month.”

Kenny frowned, shaking his head lightly. “He’s not as bad as he was anymore. He’s trying to be a better person.”

Kyle scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Why are you sticking up for him?”

“Because he’s my friend, too,” Kenny reminded him, crossing his arms. “I care about both of you idiots, okay? Even when you’re assholes.”

“Like you’re not an asshole?”

Kenny shrugged, grinning as he joked, “I know I love a good asshole.”

“Gross!” Kyle pushed him, but he couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “TMI, Ken.”

Kenny just snickered, hopping onto the bed next to him. “That’s nothing. Wanna hear about the wet dream I had last night?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Great - so it started with me in a pancake factory…”

~~~~~

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asamlambung · 5 years

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“what if not a single thing we prayed for has come to be?” (alt.)

I still don’t know whether I should call this Sandman AU or Meltyland Nightmare AU. But I drew this, it exists, and so does a summary and hcs under this cut.

In this universe, there are beings that regulate dreams called sandmen - Stan being one and recently able to use his powers to other people

A sandman’s role was to bless a child’s sleep with either good dreams or bad ones - based on how “good” they’ve been for the whole day.

They’re able to enter a child’s dreams in case of any outside forces that intend to disturb the planned dream - but it risks the immortality of the sandman to do so and it takes a lot of energy to get out of it

Getting your presence noticed by a child is also greatly frowned in the sandman kind - it makes the dream-production harder for the child and most of the time the sandman leave the child to have dreamless sleeps instead

This is why there’s a short training period for sandfolk who wants to use their powers - so the occupation is not something required to do but you do need a certain amount of commitment to do it

Some people were worried about Stan choosing the occupation in the first place - afraid that his empathy might make him subjectively sort someone’s dreams but with the help of his friends, he manages to pass the training period even if he was left with the echoing statement of not letting his heart dictate his actions from his parents

A few weeks into the job and Stan manages to do his job relatively well but just before entering work monotony, Stan encounters a boy with a situation he’d never seen before

For the whole day, he observed on how the boy had been and was surprised by how much he’d been perfectly good (even the kids he gave good dreams to still had their own faults), but there were obvious signs that he spent the days isolated and lonely - and he seemed to notice that the boy seemed anxious

The main rule for sandfolk to not get attached to the children they were giving dreams to, but when the boy lended his help to a stranded dog - something Stan himself couldn’t do because of his corporeal form as much as he wanted to - he found himself touched by the boy’s actions.

The reason of his anxiety became clear when he went home - when his parents immediately scolded him for the smallest things he did. By the time the boy was getting ready to go to bed, Stan was in utter confusion on what to do to this boy - Butters, as his parents and everyone else called him, but Leopold based on the name he got from his assignment

A well-known secret between sandmen is that the way to determine what a child would dream is based on their conscious, thoughts and opinions that will never see the light of the day. It changes based on their mental state and a sandman gets assigned one person for a duration of a year before moving on to the next batch of people.

From what Stan heard, the type of dreams of one person would vary from one person to another but the boy he was assigned with has the same nightmares everyday and it seemed to affect Butters in a bad way

Sure, everyone talked about the sandpeople who gave up their whole life just for one person but Stan felt a connection with the Butters. He did things that Stan wished he could do and maybe it was because of Stan’s own sappy heart but it was rare to see someone with a heart as sincere as Butters’ own.

He decided to do a gambit that went against everything he was thought - to stave off Butters’ own nightmare by entering Butters’ headspace during his sleep and replacing his nightmares with dreams that are more in line with something that is neither nice or horrible.

So, kinda like a dream purgatory.

It worked, somehow Butters still manages to make the purgatory-dreams into a good dream on his own (even though there was hesitation in his part) and Stan couldn’t muster up the heart to leave him back to another sandperson that will definitely bring back the nightmares to him.

To prevent that from happening, he pulls every “mishap” in the book that would elongate the time he has with Butters. Even roping in his friends to help him.

(Which Kyle is against to but goes along with, Kenny being 100% in after hearing the full story, and Cartman not caring as long as Stan knows he owes him a favor.)

For a consistent amount of time, it seemed like everything was going well. There was a slow but noticeable increase in Butters’ own mental health and no one else was none the wiser for Stan’s situation.

But the whole world was somehow still against the boy and due to the larger amount of power that Stan has to use to maintain the purgatory-dreams, his body is getting weak.

He tried to be patient and hope that something in the real world would be stable enough to get Butters in a better mental space, but the pressure from his friends and the his own drained health makes it hard to be.

It all piles up until at one point during the job Stan has enough and with his weakened power, accidentally reveals himself to Butters in the middle of venting. Fortunately, he was discovered right when the dream was ending.

Butters woke up feeling disoriented and confused on whether that was an actual person on his mind or not - but the question faded enough for the whole day until it was time for another dream.

Meanwhile, Stan managed to get out due to Kyle’s help but he almost landed himself on actual legal trouble with the sandpeople. It was time to stop, and everyone who knew about this agreed.

While surveying Butters in the real world, Stan learns that a meteor shower was happening at where the boy was at. Whenever an object from space interacts with Earth, the sandpeople were at their strongest. In secret, Stan plans the last dream he’ll give for the Butters.

Before going to bed, Butters got into a huge fight with his parents over seeing the meteor shower. Something that affected Stan’s plan as Butters went to sleep.

The nightmares that Butters made up were breaking in , to prevent Butters from seeing them - Stan ended up exposing himself again to protect him.

While talking over dinner, the two learn about each other more than what Stan had learned in his time as Butters’ sandman and the two actually got along well for the short amount of time they had. Maybe it’s due to the fact that Stan was already familiar with him, but Butters was also talking to him like he was talking to an old friend.

In a vulnerable moment as Stan talks about what he’s been doing for Butters, said boy gets consumed by his own nightmares due to Stan’s lowered defense.

It was now that Butters realized how much Stan has sacrificed to protect him. It hurt him to know this, but at the same time - it was the first time he felt any sort of unconditional care for his own well being.

Stan used up the last chunk of his powers to get Butters out of the nightmare permanently. He had a plan where he would have enough power to get out of the dream, but by doing that - he had no juice left to get out. It was a risk he knew and was willing to take.

Distraught, Butters asks why he would do something for someone like him. As Stan explains every single thing he’s experienced that had to do with his current decision, Butters points out that the whole place was melting - even Stan’s own existence was melting.

“Oh, uh. That means you’re waking up.” Stan nonchalantly explains, though the slight tremble in his voice betrays that.

“Will I see you tomorrow, Stan?” Butters asked, worry laced in his voice like he could see through Stan’s own mask.

“...No, you won’t. I’m can’t see you for the rest of my life. Can’t see anyone else either.” The implication behind his words were obvious, and he was afraid that he might make his dreamer cry after saying that.

That was why he was surprised by the smile that answered instead.

“I’m sorry, Stan. Thank you.” It almost sounded bittersweet and hid a lot more words that he wanted to say, but even he can’t deny the sound of the alarm clock echoing in the land.

“Just-- Please don’t forget about this place.” Stan couldn’t say anymore after that, he could feel the tears choking up on his face and hoped that it wasn’t obvious to Butters.

Because through all the fears of losing his life, his friends, his family, and a world to come back to. The one thing he was most scared of was being forgotten by this one boy in front of him.

“I won’t.”

The hug the two shared seemed to last for an eternity and a second and when Butters left - almost looking back but deciding against it - Stan was alone.

And he melted into nothingness.

(When Butters woke up, the boy immediately searched for a pen and paper - something, anything, to write down about his dreams and the boy in it.)

Supposedly, the AU continues to Seventina where it’ll be about how Stan’s actions impact Butters’ life from then on (I still don’t know if it’s just going to be symbolically or if Stan’s actually going to be reincarnated like a soup drama or something) but I’ll leave this AU in the state of open ending because it was only meant to go on for the scope of the song - which does have some different lyric interpretations to fit it into the AU.

Thanks for reading!!

Also I have an alternate AU that came up to my head right when I was about to finish typing this where Stan and Butters are in a more equal standing with them sharing the same dreamspace for a certain amount of time. The flow of the story would more or less be the same though. Well, this alternate version is out there I guess. Have fun with the angst <3.

#stutters #sp stutters #stan marsh #butters stotch #south park #hey let's make a stutters au!! it'll be fun!!#no you make worldbuilding and angst #will all of my shit be based on vocaloid music?? yes #harumaki gohan did not animate his own music video and make his own music just for people to discredit him #also sou also deserves more views for his cover the mixing is good!!#but please someone take this au away from me #i think i suffer from limited english vocab syndrome i feel like i keep repeating the same words #btw read under the cut if you want to know more about the au!!#poffin draws

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randomnessunicorn-imagine · 6 years

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Oh! This is an idea I’ve had for a bit, maybe some headcanons on how the southpark boios would act towards a transfer student? Maybe even from another country, so they occasionally talk in their own language by accident. As a student who travels around a lot I think this is a fun scenario to read about, you can make this romantic or friendly or whatever you wish to to be, I just love your writing ; w ;

{ Oh, hello!

Such an interesting ask, hope my answer will be asinteresting as well! }

🚸 KYLE 🚸

He is an open and curious guy, so he welcomes you witha smile on his face. This monotonous school really needed some new faces,because here, when you cross the corridors, only assholes can be found and you seema good guy. You brought some fresh air in this place.

He knows how difficult it can be to be accepted andstart a new life in a new place, especially when you’re an outsider. People canbe very racist sometimes. He is an American, he does not suffer that kind ofracism, but he is often discriminated because he is a Jew, so if you need helpto settle in, just ask him.

Some jerks could take advantage of you, they could pretendthey do not understand what you say and so you have to be careful. Luckily,Kyle is your friend, he will help you and protect you from those ugly bastards.

If you’re Kyle’s friend, you’re automatically also Stan’sfriend and so now you have two friends you can count on.

You seem someone who travels a lot, you have a lot ofexperience and he wants to know more about your journeys. Visiting new placesseems so exciting! You’re really cool!

One day, he hopes travelling all over the world anddiscover new places, know new people and learn a lot of thing about newcultures. When that day will come, he hopes you’ll be by his side.

However, he does not understand why you chose thiscity hole as your new home, there are so many beautiful places in the world buthey, he is not here to judge. Welcome to South Park, buddy!

🚸 STAN 🚸

He’s also very enthusiast about your arrival, even ifhe does not know you at all, but he’s very open and friendly, too. Just likeKyle, he welcomes you with a big smile on his face.

In this school, there is the law of the jungle, andonly the strongest survive and so you have to be trained to survive. Yes, takeit as a survival game like Battle Royal. Well, he’s joking a little bit butsome of his words are true because there are so many assholes. Don’t imitateButters if you don’t want to be kicked in the ass. Ah, even if Butters has somekind of talent in being bullied, poor little star.

Stan introduces you to his best friend, Kyle and tothe other members of his crew, Kenny and Eric (and don’t take intoconsideration Eric’s bullshit since he’s one of those assholes you must ignoreif you don’t want to get into trouble).

It’s cool you come from another country, he asks youlots of things about your old city, why have you decided to come here? WhySouth Park? He’s confused but this place is not so bad, you’ll be fine here. It’snot a big city but here happens the weirdest things, you cannot even imagine soyour life won’t be boring at all.

🚸 ERIC 🚸

I do not know if to be a friend of Cartman is a superfortune or a big misfortune, it is a true dilemma, but you will decide.

He is a racist and bad child, he will certainly takeadvantage of you, and will try to trick you in some way. You’re in a new city,so you’ll need a guide and Cartman can be your guide but you’ll have to givehim something in return. He has something in mind, so do not trust him easily.

Even Stan and Kyle advise you to stay away from himbecause this fat boy is crazy and he always causes trouble. But if you are toughenough, and prove to be strong and intelligent, Cartman will consider you ashis ally, and also as a true friend, who knows. He’s still the boss of thething, so don’t mess with him. Never mess with Cartman. Never! Respect his authority!

If you decide to be his friend, you and he can createan evil team of bad children. Everyone will be afraid of you, even if then you’llbe considered as a bully. We all know Cartman is not an angel.

At first, he considers you as his little slave becauseyou have to prove to be worthy of his friendship because not everyone are socool to be his friend. He’s still Eric Cartman, everyone would like to be hisfriend but not everyone is so lucky. He is so gentle to give you a chance andso don’t waste your time and show how worthy you are!

He orders you to bring him food, to clean his room andto make his homework, and so many other jobs you won’t find amusing. Yes, he’staking advantage of you and Stan and Kyle have already warned you. You hopethis torture will end soon.

At the end, Eric understands you are loyal and verydeterminate because you did a good job and you have never complained. He didnot think someone could pass all his tasks. It was sure you would win becauseyou are different from all the other assholes, maybe because you come fromanother land and so you know more stuff about life. You’re cool, dude, hefinally understands it but don’t get used to receive these compliments fromhim.

🚸 KENNY 🚸

Kenny is always happy to make new friends, he is sucha nice and outgoing guy and you will surely find a great friend in him. Ok,sometimes he’s a bit mischievous, he’s such a pervert, but he’s adorable in hisways.

Kenny’s family is poor and therefore cannot afford totravel but he will be happy to hear the stories of your travels, the adventuresyou have experienced and the people you have met. Everything is so fascinating,and he is enchanted. You show him your photo albums, souvenirs and postcards,it’s all so mesmerizing, and he envies you a little. He hopes that one day hewill be able to afford a journey like yours, and you promise him that you will showhim the most beautiful cities in the world.

Thanks to Kenny, you settle down with no problem, you evenknow his friends Stan, Kyle and Eric, and then you feel very lucky you are Kenny’sfriend.

Something about Kenny is strange, it’s like he alwaysdisappears but then reappears. He always gets into trouble, gets hurt,sometimes even killed and you do not understand if it’s a dream or reality. Youare very worried about him, you are a true friend and you are nice to worryabout him but he tells you that everything is ok. Normal administration.

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secretpianer · 6 years

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(got a request by @sp-bunny for people finding out about kenny and butters getting together)

Surprisingly, when Kenny starts hanging out less and less with his old group of friends, Cartman is the first to notice. Kenny will catch him glaring suspiciously from across the lunch table, but the comments he makes about going off to get fucked up without them or being a general dick get ignored. The comments don’t bother him, but his weird suspicion does.

“Doesn’t anyone care that Kenny isn’t agreeing to go cheesing with us anymore? What the fuck does he have to do that’s better than cheesing?”

“That was cool in middle school. You’re the only one that still does that, you greasy tub of lard,” Kenny says, not looking up from his lunch. Butters does next to him though, chewing more slowly as he listens. Kenny wishes he didn’t show that he cared so openly, especially to someone as exploitive as Cartman, but it makes Kenny’s chest feel a little fuzzy that he does. It’s just how Butters is.

“Why do you care so much anyways?” Kyle says. “Are you running out of things to bitch about?”

“I’m just saying, he’s acting quiet and sneaky, it’s lame–”

“When is he ever not quiet?”

“Shut the fuck up and let me finish my goddamn sentence for once, you slimy–”

Stan is completely disenchanted from the conversation, picking at his chicken sandwich. Butters leans over to Kenny and whispers as quietly as he can over the bickering.

“Should we leave?”

Kenny makes sure not to look at Butters as he responds. “Not together. Let me leave first, then come meet me out in the back by my truck in ten minutes. We can skip next period if you want.”

Butters does a great job at containing his happy grin as he nods. Kenny leaves, pretending to be annoyed as he grabs his lunch and abandons the table. Nobody looks up when he does, and nobody stops him or says goodbye. He lets that roll off him, knowing that being insulted is a waste of time. It’s why he got together with Butters to begin with– to get away from that psychotic trio of guys.

Butters arrives at his truck in the school’s parking lot exactly ten minutes on the dot later. It’s a shock every time, his willingness to always do what he’s told, and although it occasionally makes Kenny uneasy, he knows for Butters it’s how he was raised to express kindness towards others. Although Butters’ genuine desire to please his boyfriend may come from some scary upbringing, that’s for Butters to approach him with on his own.

“You’re done eating?” Butters asks, first placing his lunch bag inside the truck with Kenny before clumsily pulling himself up and over the back. The bed of the trunk is big enough to host both them and all of his junk, from the propane tanks and spare tire to the soft layout of blankets he keeps for when he takes Butters out to the drop off point at night, where they drink and talk quietly as the cold overlaps the city below them. They can’t be touched by cold or cruelty in this truck; already he can see the tension in Butters’ face melting away as he settles down onto the blanket and crosses his legs.

“Yeah, I ate. Don’t worry,” Kenny says, stopping Butters from offering the rest of his food again. “Go ahead and eat. Can I smoke?”

“Well sure,” he says, picking up his fork, “but what if you get caught?”

“You know the teachers don’t actually care.” Kenny pulls the pack from his pocket, lighting the half that he saved from this morning. After he inhales and breathes out, away from Butters, he says, “You know, I used to smoke a pack of these a day.”

“I remember,” Butters replies, politely covering his mouth with his hand as he chews and speaks. “It was like I’d never see you not smoking. It worried me.”

“You never said anything?”

“I mean, we weren’t, you know,” he drags, looking down, and Kenny knows he’s stopping himself from fidgeting nervously, “dating. I didn’t have any right.”

Kenny wonders about that. Would he have listened if Butters had said something to him then? He’s not sure, since he disregarded everyone else’s advice about cancer or whatever killing him. But now that he thinks of it, what really made him stop is...

“You still helped me,” Kenny brings up, holding his cigarette close to his mouth. “It was after our first kiss.”

A faint blush rises to Butters’ cheeks. He stops eating. “O-Oh.”

“Yeah. I know you were trying to be nice, so you never said anything while we were hanging out. I smoked a couple right before I took you to the old storage unit, I was so nervous.”

“You were?”

Kenny grins. “Yeah. The mood was right and all...”

“Uh huh,” Butters says, his face growing pinker.

“...And I leaned in, and it was perfect...”

“Y-Yeah.”

“But then I pulled back, and you were making this face.” Kenny chuckles and Butters sets down his food to hide behind his hands. “You were so grossed out and trying so hard to cover it up but I could see right through you. No more of that, I decided.”

“I still liked it!”

“Really.”

“Um, yeah,” Butters says, folding his hands in his lap. “Maybe it didn’t...taste so good at first...I mean it did! But it was so new, and I was so nervous, and kissing you was really nice but I guess I had it in my dumb head that you’d taste like peppermint and mocha or maybe alcohol or something else super cliché–”

Kenny must’ve started laughing somewhere halfway through because he’s reaching for Butters before his monologue has finished dwindling into a feeble little mumble. The cigarette burns a thin string of smoke between his fingers as he holds Butters’ flushed face in his hands and kisses him lightly on the lips. When he pulls back, Butters’ eyes are shining.

“It’s a happy memory. I wouldn’t want to change it.” He mirrors Butters’ smile as it grows. “Besides, it probably did taste like shit.”

“Haha, kind of,” Butters says. His lower lip catches for a moment under his teeth. “But I mean it when I said I still liked it. And it’s grown on me.”

“Really?” Kenny says, raising his brows.

“Mhm, it sure has.” Butters’ grin is bright and makes Kenny’s stomach swoop. “I like how you taste.”

Kenny drops the cig and his arms come around Butters’ waist before he can stop them. He kisses Butters’ lips firmly, showing him how much his words mean because he could never say it right, and Butters hums as if he understands and slides his soft fingers over the back of Kenny’s neck. They resume a familiar pattern, a push and pull against each other that has Kenny’s toes curling in his running shoes. He whispers Butters’ name and feels his warm sigh as it pours into him like honey. Kenny could kiss him all day, all night, and has tried his best to, would make records of it if he wasn’t so distracted by Butters’ tongue moving sweetly inside his mouth–

“Kenny?”

Their lips make a loud, wet pop as they separate to look at Stan, who is staring at them with his mouth open and his eyebrows lost somewhere near his hairline. Then Kyle appears next to him, the smile that had been on his face from whatever conversation they were having before killed like roadkill when he sees what Stan sees. Kenny doesn’t move, staring between his friends, but he can feel Butters’ encroaching panic in his arms, the need to bolt or implode immediately before something horrible happens.

But in perfect sync, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny all say the same word at the same time, not breaking eye contact for a second.

“Cartman.”

Kenny shoves Butters down into his lap as kindly as he can, hiding him from view against the bed of the truck. Butters squeaks and tries to push himself back up, but Kenny rests his hand on his forehead and looks down at him before briefly pressing his index finger to his lips. Butters snaps his mouth shut, nodding solemnly in understanding.

Cartman shows just as Kenny’s plugging the cig back into his mouth and Kyle and Stan resume a chat like nothing. The cold rush of adrenaline pumps through his body as Cartman’s beady eyes flip menacingly between the three of them, clearly insulted to be left out of anything.

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing,” Stan says. “Just that Kyle was right about Kenny coming out here to skip all the time.”

“Okay, so?”

“So? So what?” says Kyle. “We were crashing his party. Is this what you do when you’re turning us down all the time? Chain-smoking?”

Kenny shrugs. With his other hand he begins to stroke Butters’ hair, who calms with each light pet.

“Okay...” Cartman throws his hands in the air. “So are we gonna keep staring at each other like dumbasses or are we gonna do something?”

“I’m not hanging around here, it smells like lung cancer,” Kyle says, walking away from the truck.

“Yeah.” Stan follows after him. “Besides, Kenny obviously wants to work on his loner-stoner reputation.”

He quickly turns back to throw Kenny a small, awkward smile, and Kenny mouths thank you. Cartman is too busy watching them go, probably debating on following or dishing more insults. Eventually he bustles after them, shoving himself between the two to poke more fun at Kenny while out of earshot. The sight of Cartman leaving is probably Kenny’s favorite, next to the one in his lap.

“Are they gone?” Butters whispers. When Kenny nods, Butters attempts to sit up, but instead Kenny holds him down and puts out the cigarette before he joins him on the blankets, lying on his side. They’re parallel to each other; Kenny is tempted to slot his leg between Butters’ but resists.

“They found out,” Butters says, his voice small and contained by his fear.

Kenny presses his lips into a thin line.

“But...” he continues, frowning, confused, “they helped us. They helped you.”

Kenny nods.

“Will they tell?”

He thinks about this. It’s hard to imagine Kyle and Stan going out of their way to harm them, but things happen. He couldn’t say. But he gives Butters his most honest answer, scooting closer as he looks at him directly.

“I don’t think so. I think we can trust them.” He adds the next bit quickly. “For now.”

Butters doesn’t seem convinced, but he agrees. He sighs deeply, closing his eyes and scooting himself into Kenny’s chest.

“Well, if they did tell, I’d be ready.”

Kenny rests his chin atop Butters’ head. “Yeah?”

“Yuh-huh. Everyone could know and I wouldn’t really care. Nothing would change.” He pauses. “Would it?”

Kenny imagines the whole school knowing. He can see Cartman making fun, needling like he does, but would anyone else care? No way. And things would continue like normal. If anything he’d be questioned a lot less about what he’s fucking off to do (literally), but that only seems like a plus.

“Nah,” he says, pressing his lips to Butters’ hair and feeling a happy puff of breath against his neck, “it wouldn’t change a thing.”

#sp bunny #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #south park #writing cartman is like eating the skin of a pineapple #i had a lot of fun with this one tho #my poops

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vehicroids · 6 years

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day 6 of @bunny-week - family! so, looking after other people’s kids

It was Kenny's idea to look after Stan and Kyle's kids - they wanted to go away for a weekend for their anniversary. Butters loved kids, so he was happy to help. He was, however, less than impressed about getting volunteered.

The look on the kids’ faces was enough to make Butters stop complaining. Jasper threw himself at Kenny, chattering excitedly about school, while Butters picked up Hazel, who was making grabby hands to be picked up. Hazel was old enough to walk and talk, but she was too stubborn to do either.

The kids were adorable, and Butters loved them a great deal. Kyle was rattling off a list of what the kids needed, when they ate, when bedtime was… Butters wasn't listening. Lucky for him, Kyle had made a list and pinned it onto the noticeboard. The list was far too long - Kyle was way too anal. It was probably good they were going on vacation.

“Dude, come on, I wanna go,” Stan whined.

“Alright, alright, I'm coming. Any problems, and you guys know how to reach us,” Kyle said.

And just like that, they were gone. Butters was relieved - now it was just him, Kenny and the kids. Kenny took one look at the list and snorted.

“He never changes, does he?” Kenny said.

“‘Fraid not,” Butters laughed.

“Well, whatever. Why don't we do something fun?” Kenny grinned at the kids.

Kyle was about as fun as his mother was - Butters wondered if Jasper had his own Eric, complete with a song tilted Jasper’s Dad is a Big Fat Bitch. Butters had to try not to laugh at the thought. Imagining someone having their own Eric was cruel.

The kids were excited - with Kenny and Butters, they could do what they wanted. Within reason, of course. Butters finger painted with Hazel, who was all too happy to get dirty with paints. She painted the paper, herself, and Butters, and it was a good thing the paint would wash right out. He dabbed a bit of paint on her nose, and she turned cross-eyed trying to look at it.

He watched Kenny and Jasper play with ‘swords’ - two fallen twigs. They had an elaborate story that carried on with every visit. Kenny was both the damsel in distress and the villain, and Jasper needed to save the princess. Unfortunately, it seemed he would never reach his fair maiden.

It reminded Butters of when they were little, when they had made elaborate stories with their friends. Mysterion and Professor Chaos sprang to mind - Butters tried so hard to be his rival back then. Then, of course, there was the paladin and the princess. He would have done anything for Princess Kenny, and he still would have done anything for him now. He had such a crush on the princess, it was funny to look back on it.

“What?” Kenny hummed. “You wanna come and play? Come on, you've gotta bring Chaos back.”

Jasper's eyes lit up, and Butters laughed. “No, you wouldn't wanna meet Chaos. He's, well, the bringer of destruction and pain.”

“I wanna meet him!!” Jasper piped up.

“No, I'm telling you, it ain't gonna happen,” Butters said, standing up. “Watch Hazel for a sec, would you?”

Kenny nodded, and Butters ran back inside. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink, leaving a watery rainbow coloured mess. He could clean that later. He washed as much paint off as he could, before drying himself off. He couldn't very well be Professor Chaos if he looked like a clown.

He emerged from the back door, arms folded over his chest and standing proud. Kenny beamed at him, and Jasper looked at him in confusion. Butters sauntered closer, then put his hands on his hips. He laughed, a deep and booming laugh, and Jasper lit up again.

“You dare to ask for Professor Chaos? Fool, you're bringing your own demise,” Butters smirked.

Jasper held out his stick-sword, ready to ‘stab’. “I'm not scared of you.”

“We'll see about that.”

Kenny handed over his stick and sat down with Hazel. Butters was locked in battle with a little eight year old boy, with Kenny cheering for Butters in the background. He laughed - it really did feel like they were little kids all over again.

With a stick to the heart, Butters fell, clutching his chest. He knelt down in front of Jasper, looking up at him with a hiss.

“You… haven't seen the last of me,” he gasped.

Kenny laughed at the theatrics before standing up. “I think that's enough of that for now. Come on, let's get started on dinner.”

Kenny got started on dinner, while Butters had to wash the kids. Washing them was a fight - Hazel liked being dirty too much, and taking an eye off Jasper meant he would try to escape. Every time. Butters wanted to tear his hair out.

Butters was glad when it was finally bedtime. The kids, exhausted, didn’t put up much of a fight. Relief. At last, it was only Kenny and Butters, lazily watching TV on the couch. Kenny yawned, before snuggling close to Butters. He wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.

“You ever think about kids?” Kenny asked.

“Having kids?” Butters hummed in thought. “Well, I mean, I suppose I’ve thought about it.”

Butters was hesitant, however - his parents were truly awful people, along with Kenny’s parents. How would they know how to be good parents when they didn’t have good examples growing up? Kenny looked up at him, like he could sense Butters’ fear.

“We’re not our parents. Look, Stan and Kyle had shitty dads, and they’re great with their kids. And that’s why I think that maybe, we’d be okay, too,” Kenny said, sounding unsure.

“You think so?” Butters leaned his head against Kenny’s.

“We’d make great parents, I’m sure of it.”

Kenny smiled up at Butters - a winning smile that always made everything feel better. Butters smiled back.

“Maybe we can look into it? It doesn’t have to be now, but it’s an idea,” Butters said.

Kenny lit up. “Really? Holy shit, I thought you’d say no!”

“Well, it ain’t a yes or a no, it’s a ‘let’s think about it’,” Butters said. “I don’t wanna rush in or nothing.”

Kenny didn’t stop smiling. “Good enough for me.”

He went back to snuggling into Butters, who kissed the top of his head. Could they really cut it as parents? Butters wanted to find out.

#SP Bunny #SP Bunny Week #Kenny McCormick #Butters Stotch #South Park #Cyan writes

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Secret Santa

Secret Santa Fandom: South Park Pairing: Kyman Word Count: just shy of 5k

Summary: The Park County High School Seniors are celebrating their Christmas with a good 'ol fashioned secret santa! With Wendy and Heidi in charge of the match ups, somehow, Eric Cartman really isn't surprised he's gotten Kyle Broflovski as his giftee. Implied long term pining, some really lame Christmas Romance Cliches, and some heart warming fluff by the fireside.

This was written for the Kyman Secret Santa 2k17 [ @kymanss2017 ] for user @kylebblog!! I know it’s not a very angsty confession, but I really tried to do something nice for ya! Merry Christmas!!

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“Alright everyone, listen up!” Wendy’s voice echoed around the common area of Park County High School. She and Heidi stood at the middle of the tables, Wendy with a clipboard and Heidi with a large stack of envelopes. Most eyes were on them.

“Oh jeez.” Kenny McCormick looked over at the guys sitting at his table, gagging and rolling his eyes. Clyde snorted, punching him in the shoulder.

“Don’t be a dick, McCormick. This’ll be fun.” Kenny sighed again, giving a smile. Clyde was right. This would probably be a lot of fun.

“Okay,” Wendy started again, “As most of you know, today we’ll be passing out the letters for everyone's secret santa!” There was a small chorus of cheers, “The envelopes will have the name of the person, and also the paper they filled out earlier in the week, that way you know what they would like, what they’re interests are, all that.” Wendy turned to Heidi for a minute, grabbing one of the envelopes off the top of the stack. “I’ll be running around all day handing these out to you, alright? Everyone was matched up as anonymously as possible. If you did sign up to be a part of the exchange and don’t get one of these guys from me by the end of the day, please let me know! You can always text me or call me if you don’t get a chance to see me at the end of the day.” She smiled wide.

“Why aren’t you just handing them out now?” Eric didn’t bother looking up from the book he was reading while he asked the question.

“Because, you’re all a bunch of nosey assholes and if I hand these to you right now you’ll rip them open and everyone will be looking over your shoulders.” She answered back. Eric snorted. “Fair enough.” “As discussed earlier, we’ll be having the exchange at Clyde’s house the Saturday before Christmas. If you can’t make it, let either me or Heidi know and we’ll work something out. Is everyone in understanding?” There was a hum of affirmation through the crowd. Kenny looked to Clyde.

“Does that Sparkle with you, Donovan?” Clyde snorted, nodding.

“It fuckin’ sparkles, dude.”

Eric Cartman made his way through the hallway, backpack slung over his shoulder, his books under his arm. AP Government was probably one of his favourite classes. It was a relentless back and forth between himself, Wendy, and Kyle. It was the Debate Team Part II. A stupid little smile pulled its’ way across Eric’s lips as he leaned against the wall, early to class.

Just thinking about their bullshit made him grin.

“Eric!” Cartman looked up at the sound of his name, turning to see Wendy walking a little faster, holding up an envelope. He arched a brow, giving her a little wave.

“Didn’t think you’d be so eager to see me, Wends.” He held out his hand expectantly, the girl slapping the envelope into his grip.

“First of all, shut your face, second of all, I figured now would be the best time to get this to you. You’re always early for Government.” “That’s because I don’t Dilly-Dally after the lunch bell.” He pushed his thumb under paper flap of his envelope, sliding it across, the glue easily splitting apart and popping open. Eric pulled out the paper inside and unfolded it, his eyes scanning over it.

Wendy smiled.

“Think you can handle that?” Eric looked up from the paper, his eyes narrowed at her.

“I thought these were all picked anonymously? Random matchups?” “Oh they are. Luck just wasn’t on your side. Or maybe it was.” She shrugged, a knowing smile playing across her lips. Eric sneered some, feeling his face flush. He put the paper back in the envelope, sticking it into his backpack.

“You’re a real piece of work, Testaburger.” The girl stuck her tongue out.

“Don’t thank me, Heidi was in charge of the pair ups.” Eric groaned.

“Of course she was.”

…. He’d have to thank her later.

“Cartman, who’d you get?” Kenny leaned against the lockers as Eric shut his, grinning some. He held up his own envelope, shaking it. Eric flipped him off.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” “Did you get Tucker? Is that your subtle way of saying you got Tucker?” They both laughed and Eric shook his head, patting his bag.

“No, asshole, I didn’t. Aren’t these supposed to be secrets anyway?” Kenny rolled his eyes, shrugging some. “Nah, not really. It’s just a secret from whoever you got. Why, did you get me~?” Kenny winked, “but really, I think we can tell other people. Like, oh hey, I got so and so, this was their list, do you think they’d like this?? Ya know what I mean?” Eric nodded, pointing to the somewhat crumpled envelope in Kenny’s hands. “Well then, who’d you get?”

“I’m not saying if you won’t say!” Ken stuck out his tongue and Eric pulled on it, earning a yelp. He wiped his hand on his pants, nose wrinkled some.

“I got Kyle, of course. Somehow.” Kenny instantly burst into a fit of laughter, shaking his head. Eric got Kyle? By what grace of God? “Oh my God, that’s fuckin’ amazing. What are you even going to get him? A gag that says “Mute Button”?” They both snorted, Eric covering his mouth to keep himself from howling. Kenny McCormick was such a fuckin’ nut case. “No, asshole. I have a pretty great idea, actually.” Eric looked smug all of a sudden, crossing his arms, “I think it’ll be real nice, what I’ve got planned.” He nodded back to Kenny’s envelope, “And you got who?” Kenny held the envelope up, wiggling it some.

“I got Jimmy. I’m not all too sure what to get him though. Like I feel kinda bad I can’t really spend a lot on something, ya know?” He shrugged his shoulders, smiling, “It is what it is.” Eric waved him off. “Dude, no one's expecting anything big and grand. I wouldn’t worry. You could get Jimmy a whoopee cushion from the dollar store and he’d still love it.” Kenny snickered, smiling and nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll thinka something. His list was really simple actually, so it shouldn’t be too hard.” Kenny winked again, shifting his ratty old backpack to rest better against his shoulder. “I’ll talk to you later, Fatass!” Eric rolled his eyes.

“Fuck you too, Poor Boy.”

The month of December went by without much of a hitch. Most everyone had figured out who had who within the first week, but some still managed to keep the secret from their recipients. Between midterms and the early release days, the last week had flown by, and before long it was the day of the party. Clyde’s dad never really minded when he threw big parties, mostly because the football star was a surprisingly responsible boy and his friends typically helped clean up. That’s was the deal pretty much. If they stuck around to help clean, there could be another party.

No one argued that.

Wendy and Heidi came over early, along with Token to help decorate. Most the house had already been festively dressed, but the girls had a couple more things to put up, and with a little elbow grease and help from the boys, they’d have everything in tip top shape.

“Token, are you sure you don’t mind running up to the store?” Wendy was on a ladder, Clyde holding it steady as she hung garland around the trim of the living room.

“No, not at all! I’ll just grab some of the deli platters. No one actually plans on eating real food, right? And we said it was pot luck anyway, so I’m sure someone else will bring something.” Token picked up Wendy’s purse, rifling through it for a moment, “Is your rewards card still on your keyring?”

“Don’t worry about that hun, they just need my phone number.” Wendy scaled back down the ladder, grabbing a scrap of wrapping paper and scrawling her phone number on it, “Here, it’s easier than having to search through your contacts. Thanks again Token!”

He smiled at her, shaking his head.

“It’s never a problem. I’ll be back in a few.” He pulled on his heavy jacket, ducking out of the doorway. Heidi came out of the kitchen, already dressed for the party.

“Clyde? The lemon bars just beeped in the oven, should I put them in the fridge?” She asked, swaying some, feeling a bit like she wasn’t doing enough to really help out. Clyde waved a hand.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, they have to cool themselves before being refrigerated. They’ll crack otherwise.” He gave a big smile, sticking his hands in the pockets of his letterman. They were an interesting crew to say the least, but somehow, these were the people Clyde seemed to hang out with the most. They were their own happy-go-lucky crew of misfits in a way. It was weird, to think of the star quarterback as a misfit, or the student council president as one, or any of the four of them, really, but they felt the term suited them.

Clyde looked around at the group, smiling.

Tonight would be fun

The kids of Park County high school started showing up around six, all with thick coats, wrapped gifts, and big smiles. The gift table was right near the front door so the neighborhood kids could be as sneaky as possible with their gifts, most of them genuinely trying to hide their surprises in case their secret-santee was already in the room. Heidi stood at the table with a clipboard, making sure to check off each student as they came in and set their gift down, trying to keep track of everyone.

“Well hey there Heidi, you look awfully cute tonight!” Butters stood in the doorway with a big box in his arms, the gift wrapped in blue with little ducks all along it. Heidi laughed some, taking the package from Butters.

“Why thank you , Leo! You don’t look half bad yourself!” The party was supposed to be an ugly Christmas sweater party, too, but not everyone seemed to have gotten that memo. Most who showed up looked like they were wearing their christmas best, save a few ugly sweaters from Walmart here and there, and whatever the Hell Kenny McCormick was wearing.

“Gee Heidi, thanks a million!” He gave a real wide smile, waving at her again before disappearing into what crowds had gathered.

Heidi looked over the list, tapping the clipboard as she went down the line of names.

“Hey Heidi!” She looked up, eyes meeting Kyle’s as he shut the front door behind himself. He held a large green bag behind his back, eyes looking over the crowd to make sure he wouldn’t be caught by whoever the gift was for.

“Kyle! Awesome! I think you’re one of the last ones on my list!” She ticked off his name, taking the bag from him with care, setting it amongst the rest of the gifts, “Stan and Kenny are in the kitchen I think, and Eric just went out on the porch to see who’s around the bonfire so like, ya know. Find some friends, make yourself comfy.” She swayed some.

Kyle smiled back at her, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Alright, I’ll go see what everyone's up to. Thanks Heidi.” He nodded his head as a goodbye before heading out to the porch, standing in the open glass doors. Eric was leaning against the wooden railing of the deck, watching Token and Clyde toss a football back and forth.

“How’s the bonfire lookin’ ?” Kyle asked, coming up beside Eric, leaning against the rail as well. He looked over at the small stack of wood in the fire pit that barely looked like it was burning.

“Apparently they’re gunna wait until it gets a little darker. Stan was trying to tell ‘em it’d be better to start it now so it could build up and burn but everyone’s stubborn.” Eric looked over at Kyle and smiled some, “You were running a little late, what happened? The Jalopy wouldn’t start?” The Jalopy was the oh so endearing name Kyle’s shitty car had gotten from McCormick many moons ago. It’d just stuck.

Kyle shook his head, thumbing to the house.

“I had to pick up my gift.” Kyle sighed and Eric arched a brow, gesturing for the other to elaborate. He sighed again, “Okay, so I got Craig, right? And like, I didn’t know what to get Craig! What does that kid like? Aliens, Indie Movies, Guinea Pigs? So anyway, the book store in the mall sells records now, right? That’s super indie, and they had a record of the Moulin Rouge soundtrack and last I checked, Craig loves Moulin Rouge. I had to special order it ‘cause it was a website promo through some 3rd party from the UK thought I guess? And listen, it was only like twenty bucks, but I really thought it wasn’t gunna get here in time.” Eric laughed some, shaking his head.

“Was there actually a backup plan incase the thing didn’t get here?”

Kyle nodded, snickering.

“Yeah, I got him some little round guinea pig stuffed animal. I just threw it in the bag with the vinyl.” He shrugged, “So that’s why I’m late.”

Eric shook his head, taking a sip of the punch he had in his hand.

“You’re always so colourful with your excuses.”

“It’s not an excuse, asshole!” Kyle sneered and Eric only laughed harder, standing up straight, cracking his back.

“C’mon, do you want a drink?” Eric asked, starting to make his way back into the house. Kyle nodded and followed after, yawning some, “Kyle, you cannot already be tired. The party hasn't even started.” Kyle stuck out his tongue.

“Hey how about ya fuck off.”

“Alright, I’m just going to start handing out gifts, does that work for everyone?” Wendy was standing at the front of the gift table, a majority of their senior class around her, some sitting on the end tables and couches, most standing and bouncing like giddy children.

“THAT SPARKLES, WENDS!” Clyde hollered from the back, earning a whoop of agreement from everyone else in the room. Wendy rolled her eyes, picking up the first gift, checking the tag on it. It was a plain brown envelope with the name ‘Cartman’ on it. Wendy passed it onto Eric who caught it between his two fingers.

“How are we doing this, Testaburger? Are you handing them all out at once, are we watching one by one?” Eric asked, looking over the gift.

“We’ll just go one-by-one to see what everyone got, okay? So go ahead and open up!” She didn’t have to tell him twice. He tore the envelope open, pulling out a card. It was simple, looked like something from the dollar store, with a little cartoon moose on it, decked out like a wannabe reindeer. Eric grinned, opening the card, a handful of gift cards sliding out. He caught them before they could fall, looking over them, his eyes slowly narrowing.

There was one for five bucks to KFC, another for McDonalds, and a last one for ten bucks to Denny’s. He didn’t mean to look disdainful, but somewhere in his chest it felt like someone was making a joke.

“Uh…” His nose wrinkled up but he played it off, trying to read the inside of the card and keep his anger in line.

His eyes blinked.

“Stan?” Eric looked over at the boy who perked up some, smiling.

“Yeah dude?”

“Why the Hell did you sign this card? It’s supposed to be annonymous, you shit head.”Eric held the card up for all to see. It was signed, plain as day, “Merry Christmas dude! -Stan” and the entire room lit up with laughter.

“MARSH YOU DON’T SIGN YOUR SHIT OH MY GOD.” Clyde doubled over, spilling some of his soda as he laughed.

Stan’s face turned beet red.

“Oh shit. Sorry, I kinda thought we’d end up telling everyone who got who what at the end so like, it wouldn’t matter?” He scratched the back of his head and gave a charming little smile and a shrug. Wendy rolled her eyes, playfully crossing her arms. “Okay, did anyone /else/ sign their gifts that I need to address before hand? Like, if ya’ll wanna tell your people who you got what, go right on ahead I guess.” She was having a hard time keeping a straight face. She couldn’t believe he signed the God damned card. Stan grinned.

“Okay, so I dropped the ball. But ah, Merry Christmas, Cartman. Didn’t really know what to get ya’ but I figured you can’t go wrong with money and food, so combining them has to be good enough.” Stan’s sheepish face more than made up for the gift. Had it been someone like Tucker, Eric probably would’ve thought he was being made fun of, but Stan? Nah, the guy didn’t mean anything by it. Knowing it was him made Eric feel a lot better. He grinned back.

“Thanks man. Merry Christmas.”

“Alright, alright, how about this next one?” Wendy picked up a rectangular gift, wrapped perfectly in silver, a thick black ribbon woven around it and tied like how they showed presents in the movies. Wendy looked it over.

“Kyle, this one’s yours hun.” She handed it off to him. Kyle took ahold of the gift with a big grin, fiddling with the ribbon some.

“It’s so pretty though? Like, I’d feel bad ripping into it.”

“Just hurry up already.” Eric rolled his eyes, tapping his wrist watch impatiently. Kyle flipped him off, pulling the ribbon loose.

“Shut the fuck up, assface.”

“Assface, that’s a cute one.” Eric muttered to himself, watching intently as Kyle held the gift. Just rip it open. C’mon. Hurry up!!

Kyle’s fingers delicately pressed under the taped edges of the wrapping paper, peeling it back as best as he could, some of the paper ripping as he went. He stuck his tongue out, methodically opening the package.

“Dude, seriously? All this papers gunna end up in the trash, just rip into it.” Token took a sip of his drink, shaking his head. Kyle paid him no mind, pulling out a black box, opening the lid.

“What the Hell?” Kyle’s brows furrowed. He pulled out a dark green button down, fingers running over the soft fabric. Beneath the shirt was a darkened pair of jeans, a plain black belt, and a pair of black cap-toe Oxfords. Kyle pulled each item out, inspecting it with knitted brows. Everything looked to be in the right size. At the bottom of the box was an envelope with his name written across it in a stunningly dramatic cursive.

Honestly, he was kind of scared to open it.

He opened the envelope with a lot less care than he’d used on the box, pulling out a card, opening it up. It was plain and simple, a small gift certificate the only thing in it. The certificate had the insignia of a fondue restaurant in Denver and read ‘Dinner for two. Enjoy date night on us! Experience the full four-courses of flavour at any participating location. Non-transferable. No cash value.’.

Kyle swallowed some, looking at the actual words in the card, face brightening up. There wasn’t anything substantial, just a date and a time.

“... Dude. That’s real gay.” Stan snickered some, elbowing his friend, shaking his head, “You got a date for Christmas. That’s some Hallmark level bullshit.”

Kyle looked around the room, trying to gage peoples reactions, trying to figure out who would’ve possibly gotten him something like this. The gift was well beyond the set cap of fifty dollars for the secret santa, everyone in the room knew that. All of his classmates looked either shocked or amused, and no one was piping up to say they’d be the one taking Kyle on the date.

Wendy looked around the room, too, her eyes stopping on Eric for a moment before continuing along the group.

“Well, is anyone going to own up to the gift? Or is it just going to have to be a mystery until date night?” She asked, smiling to herself. Still, no one spoke, so she shrugged, reaching into the packages on the table once more, grabbing the blue one with ducks on it, “Well, alright then, Kenny, this one’s for you.”

Kyle stopped paying attention right then and there. He kept staring at people, trying to read them, trying to figure out who would’ve gone so far out of the way and put so much out of pocket for him. Who would even want to date him? He tried to listen in as everyone else opened their gifts, trying to keep a tally of who outed themselves as Santas. By the end of the gift-giving, he had a handful of people he knew it couldn’t be: Stan, Clyde, Kenny, Bebe, and Butters. Those were the only people who’d owned up to their gifts, at least, the only ones he’d heard.

“So,” Kenny bumped against Kyle, startling him, a squeakish ‘yelp’ tumbling out of his throat as he held the button down close to his chest. Kenny arched a brow and chuckled, “So, who do you think it is?” He held a can of soda out to Kyle. Kyle took it without question, popping it open and chugging it before shrugging.

“I have no idea. I can’t even begin to think of who would waste that much money on me. The dinner alone has to be close to a hundred bucks. Hell, those shoes!! When I worked at Macy’s those kind of shoes were stupid expensive...” Kyle ranted, fingers tapping a rhythm on the soda can.

“So you’ve got no guesses at all? Any hopes at least~?” Kenny winked at the other, laughing at the deadpan expression he was given.

“Listen, if I had to guess? Maybe David? He and I always joked about being your stereotypical, modern gay couple. I don’t think he’d go this far for a gag though.” Kyle sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I don’t know man. I guess I could go around and ask everyone who they were Santa for? See where the stories don’t match up? But that’s so obsessive…” “Kyle. Your best bet is to just not worry about it.” Kenny ruffled his hair, “I’m gunna go out to the bonfire and help start it up. You gunna sulk around here?” Kyle nodded, giving a little smile. “I’m just gunna hang around the food for a bit, alright? I’ll meet you guys out there soon.” Kenny shrugged, giving a two fingered salute, ducking out onto the porch. Kyle sighed, making his way to the kitchen. Heidi was the only one in the room, casually munching on the fruit salad Bebe had brought.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Kyle.

“Hey you!! So?? Did you like your gift?” Her lips were pulled in a wide smile. He walked over to her with eyebrows raised.

“You seem awfully excited about it. Don’t tell me you and I are going on a date.” She laughed, winking at him.

“Maybe we are!!” -- “C’mon Kyle, let's go try to be social.” Heidi pulled the boy by his hand, leading the way out to the porch, where most of the party goers had retreated to. She quickly made her way across the deck, going down the stairs two at a time, making her way over to the fire that was starting to grow. Kyle staggered behind, staying on the deck, Eric once again leaning against the banister, watching the party.

“.... Hey.” Kyle came up beside him again, smiling some, “Why are you all the way up here? It’s probably warmer by the fire.” Eric shrugged his shoulders, sipping on whatever drink he’d picked up now.

“Eh. I’m observing. Why don’t you go down there, huh? You look like you need to warm up more than I do, you’re shaking. You should’ve worn more layers, you fuckin’ skinny-mini.” They both laughed, Kyle wrapping his arms around himself.

“Listen, asshole, no one told me it’d be an inside-outside party. I figured if I dressed too warm I’d regret it.” Eric rolled his eyes, shrugging out of his leather jacket, offering it up to the other. Kyle’s eyebrows knit together and he opened his mouth to argue, but something stopped him. The way Eric held the jacket out to him, a sigh in his chest, eyes averted, face slowly starting to turn red. Kyle shut himself up, taking ahold of the jacket, sliding into it.

“You’re fuckin’ swimmin’ in that thing.” Eric snorted, looking over Kyle. The other boy laughed back, burrowing himself into the leather.

“... This is really lame, dude.”

“Shuttup, Kyle.” Eric pushed the other boys shoulder some, smiling at him, one of those warm grins from the heart. Kyle stuck his tongue out. They stayed there for a few minutes, quiet, watching their classmates run around in the grass and play by the bonfire.

“Who’d you get?” He suddenly blurted out in their silence, catching Eric off guard.

“What?” “For the Secret Santa. I got Craig. Who’d you get?” Eric laughed some, shaking his head.

“No way dude. You’re just trying to narrow your options. I’m not gunna make this any easier on you.” He winked at him and Kyle stayed quiet for a moment.

“... You didn’t have to spend that much money. We could go mini golfing and I’d be happy.” The statement caught Eric off guard.

“Excuse me?” He spluttered some, laughing and coughing. Kyle looked to the side, eyes meeting Eric’s.

“I don’t know where your money comes from, and I know you won’t tell me, but you’re the only one who’s going to drop that amount on something like this. This has Eric Theodore Cartman written all over it. I’d be surprised if anyone but you showed up for this date.” Kyle bumped against the other, trying to smile at him.

Eric rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Kyle. Wishful thinking won’t get you very far.” they were both smiling now.

“... Heidi told me.”

“Well fuck.” Eric’s smile dropped and Kyle snorted, resting his chin in his hands.

“You didn’t have to be so extravagant. You coulda just asked.”

“No, no, I know…” Eric sighed, trying to smooth his hair out, “I guess I just wanted it to be a surprise? I figured you’d think I was just showing up as a gag since we all saw that date and time, ya know? I guess I’m just getting tired of this game.” He let out another breath, swallowing, chewing on what to say next, “We’ve been playing this game our whole lives it feels like, and I’m done with it. I’m not sure if you are or not, but I’m tired. I want to be happy, man.”

Kyle’s throat went dry and he let out a nervous laugh, anxiety vibrating in his fingertips.

“What, our arguments not doin’ it for ya anymore?” Somewhere, a part of him knew that probably wasn’t the best thing to say, but it’s what came out of Kyle’s mouth. Eric rolled his eyes, leaning into Kyle some.

“You know what I mean.” Kyle could feel his breathing hitch. He turned away from Eric, laughing again, his nerves getting the best of him. Most all of him wanted to lean against Eric and be an adult and have this conversation, but there was still something settling in his stomach and fluttering in his chest that made him pull away from the other.

“So we’re going on a date then? I guess now that I know it’s you we can just carpool, right?”

“Kyle. Breath for four seconds, your voice is getting so high I’m starting to think someone kicked you in the balls.” Kyle straightened up, coughing as a means to clear his throat, his face flushed. He never knew what to do in these kinds of situations. Somehow, he always found himself in them with Eric. The other boy would openly imply his feelings and make fun at Kyle’s expense, but Kyle couldn’t ever reciprocate. Even when they were laying together at sleepovers, the second Eric leaned into him to try and see if they could get away with cuddling up, Kyle would be a giggling disaster, trying to squirm away.

Eric knew him well enough to know he wasn’t reading him wrong. He knew Kyle had feelings for him. He knew they could be something. Kyle just either hadn’t come to terms with it yet or was letting his anxiety get the best of him.

“Eric?” The boy looked over to Kyle, watching as he chewed on his cheek, scratching at the heat burning on his face, “... Thank you. I uhm… I’m lookin’ forward to it. Ya know?” Eric snickered some, clapping the jewish boy on the back.

“You’re a piece of work. C’mon. Let’s get some champagne and see if we can’t accidently catch ourselves under a mistletoe or something.” Kyle spluttered out a laugh, letting Eric lead him down into the grass to mingle with their friends. He braced onto the jacket and breathed in the warmth and the smell of Eric’s pomegranate cologne.

He shut his eyes, standing beside Eric in front of the fire, not putting up any sort of a fight as he felt the others fingers testingly wrap around his own.

The holiday season had been great, but more than anything, Kyle was looking forward to what the New Year would be bringing.

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comeondowntosouthparkrpg-blog · 6 years

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Kenny McCormick

Oh my god, they brought Kenny back! You bastard! Kenny has been accepted! Please submit your blog and a faceclaim to be featured on the main blog!

Name/Alias: Kit / Java Pronouns: They / Them Age: 20 Join Our Discord: Yes Timezone: EST USA Activity: 7-8 Triggers: Uhh…not much really offends me Password: Watersports Character that you’re applying for: Kenny McCormick Favourite ships for your character: Bunny

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Full name: Kenneth “Kenny” McCormick Birthday: March 22 Sexuality, gender, pronouns: He/Him, Genderfluid Pansexual Age and grade: (They main cast is in senior year, so about 17 or 18)(Going with this one) Appearance: Kenny is pretty rugged but is usually seen as the “pretty boy” by his class mates due to a bit of feminine behavior. Tends to wear black eyeliner because it brings out his “blue eyes” that everyone insists are some shade of purple. Keeps his hair on the long side due to Karen’s influence saying it makes him look like a “pretty princess”, he’s pretty tall probably the tallest of the boys in class and with a slight muscular build due to enjoying activities like basketball and kickboxing in his spare time, -not to mention his vigilante activities- has some minor scars from past accidents he didn’t just outright die from, as well as having a history of self harming behavior he’s trying to put an end to. Also has the cutest damn tooth gap + freckles in the history of forever. Personality: Kenny is friends with everyone in town, he’s known to be very open and accepting of other peoples choices whether it’s religion, gender, or sexuality. Kind hearted he does not tolerate other people being bullies.Altruistic in the way he would actively -and has- put himself in harms way to protect his friends and family. He’s also a huge pervert and is in no way shy about it, although sometimes he makes people uncomfortable so is always sure to back off if someone seems to be taking it the wrong way or finds it offensive. Not much of a guy who gets in fights but God help you if you piss him off, Kenny is pretty hard to get angry but if you were to hurt someone he cares about you might want to run. Also a huge lover, you sad? you alone? he will be out there in five minutes to give you a hug, he will 100% support you and be there for you with icecream and blankets. History: Kenny was born and raised in South Park, not really much to travel due to the lack of expendable income, he’s basically worked his entire life in some way or another to make sure that even if his parent’s can’t provide that Karen and Kevin get something to eat, sometimes going as far as not eating since he knows in the worst case scenario, he’ll come back, but they wont. However this has taken a toll on him over the years, knowing that at any minute something terrible could happen and result in his eventual death haunts him pretty badly, in some ways he kind of hopes that it’ll be the last time this happens. It’s hard for him to really get close to people because of this, he’s not sure if the hardest part is actually dying, or watching the people he loves watch him with horror as it happens over and over again. He tries to stay positive though and has become determined to do something with his life, even if it might be hard and unpredictable. A modest job and a modest life is all he’s really looking for, maybe someday move out of the hell hole that is South Park, or maybe just get through school, pick up a trade, and provide for whatever family he has later in life. Even if the future isn’t as bright as it could be he really wants to make the best of it. Hopefully he won’t have to do it alone. Sample paragraph: Kenny looked down at his watch tapping his foot almost in rhythm of the ticking hands, it was nearly 3:00, any moment now Butters should be getting out of his classes, unless he had practice today, shit, did he? Kenny shook his head and took a long drag on his cigarette before tossing it out of the window. Leaning back and blowing out a billow of smoke he reached into his pocket to check his phone for any updates. Nothing, oh well. Worst case scenario he’d be waiting for an hour or two but still be able to pick Butters up to give him a ride home, best case scenario they could spend a little time together before anyone noticed they were missing. Kenny laughed to himself, yeah that would be fun, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It was a school night after all. Headcanons: I personally like the headcanon @sleepypigeons wrote about Kenny having D.I.D, I also headcanon that due to his disassociation he occasionally self harms to in a way check if he’s alive or not by whether or not he feels pain. Anything else: Listen, I am labeled an edgelord by every server I’ve ever been a part of because I make people cry due to feels from my art work to stories, so be forewarned I intend to get deep and emotional :D

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"Coffee Shop Christmas"

Secret Santa gift for introvertedPoindexter! Hope you enjoy it!

edit by the mod: I’m going to leave the fanfic under the cut since it’s sorta long, @introvertedpoindexter

Tweek’s coffee shop is the best place for parties. And since the holidays are around once more, Tweek’s gonna be the person who’s hosting the party as always. It always goes well and every kid he invites would love the atmosphere, free drinks and fun that the coffee shop offers on Christmas. Last year, it was booming with some of his close pals and Craig, or rather only Team Craig that experienced the fun. Team Stan also enjoyed the party two years ago, but Tweek is thinking of a different mix of kids who’ll attend this year’s coffee shop Christmas. They can be from either teams, too. With that in mind, he sent some invites. The first invite goes to Pip, which he’ll surely appreciate because he loved the tea Tweek serves in the shop. It tasted heavenly for him and he wouldn’t mind drinking more of it. Tweak Bros recently got a Christmas tea pack for him to try out and Tweek’s gonna make sure that Pip will get to try it on the party. He also sent out invites to Kyle and Kenny. They are just as excited as well and they’re already in the process of getting ready for it. Though, knowing that his parents are going to leave the house again Kyle has to take care of Ike on the same day as the party and its the same thing for Kenny where he has to bring Karen along because his parents are gonna do something together as well. Luckily, Tweek doesn’t mind if they bring the little siblings along. Karen and Tweek get along so well and Ike loves the food in the shop. Butters got an invite too. He sure was excited because last year, this bailed him out from being grounded when Tweek fetched him last year on the same party. Having him around makes things more fun, even if Butters doesn’t party too hard that often. He also likes hanging out with the other kids, especially Kenny who he still has a crush on. The last but most important invite goes to Craig. He wanted to save this one personally because of the fact that Craig’s his boyfriend. He would really appreciate a VIP invite which is why Tweek is making one just for him right now. Craig’s going to be super excited about this along with the fact that he can bring Tricia over when he wants as well! With the invites done, Tweek prepares to decorate the coffee shop like always. He decided to keep it in the same theme every year since its Christmas mostly on when the party is held. Though, the decors change so its not the same arrangement every year. Tweek is now doing his best to get the shop ready for the party and to impress the kids he invited. It took him a few weeks with the help of his parents (who are onboard for the parties since they own the place and love the idea) who carried the heavy stuff like the Christmas tree and the star-like lanterns around the shop to hang outside for the extra festive feel. A few weeks later, the shop is ready. Tweek has a few days to check the place before Christmas, the same time the party will start. The coffee shop will close on that day as well to keep it exclusive for Tweek and his friends that day. It will start on 5 PM afternoon on that date so Tweek has to get moving and ensure the shop is really ready for a party. Tweek inspected the entire party area which is the dining area for the customers and the room where the coffee and stuff are made. He has to restrict access to it as always so no one would get hurt in that room. The remaining days have passed and now the party will start today. Tweek got his guest list in hopes that the people he sent the invites to will join in. He waits patiently at the entrance of the shop, with it being temporarily closed as requested from the public except the kids Tweek invited over. He’s hoping someone would pass by. A few minutes later after 5 PM in the same day, Kenny and Karen arrived together first. Kenny wanted to bring his little sister over and Tweek didn’t really mind at all! Karen was so excited to come to the party that she had to hug Tweek first as a sign of thanks for inviting her indirectly. Kenny always trusts Tweek to take care of Karen too so this is why the two got along very well. Tweek is pretty much like Karen’s second precious big bro here too. “Tweek, has the party started?” “Just right now, Kenny! Its great you brought Karen along too.” “Well, my parents are gonna mess things up again so I thought its safer for her to be with us than stay home. Kevin’s not really going either.” “Its fine, Kenny! Go help yourself for now, I’m waiting for the others.” “Thank you so much for letting me join, Tweek! I never went to your parties before but it sounded so fun from my brother when he told me about it!” “Hehe, you’re welcome! I did want to invite you last year but Kenny said you’re not available that time.” “Yeah, I think you remember why Tweek.” “The whole foster family thing? Agh..” “Yep. We didn’t expect to go there again but me and Karen are under a better foster family than last time. After Christmas we went home. Its a wild but fun ride.” “They even hosted a cool party too, Kenny! I love parties a lot so I’d love to see this one for sure!” “I’m excited to have you both here you guys. Go get yourselves something to eat inside, I’ll wait for the others.” Karen and Kenny nodded, and they both went in. Kenny saw the food prepared for the party and it was just as delicious as last time he came over. He decided to share some of it with Karen while waiting. As expected, Karen loved the food because it was just as what Kenny described it to her that Tweek’s treats are very tasty and delicious. Karen enjoyed trying out the food for sure and Kenny’s glad she loves it. Later on, Kyle and Ike arrive afterwards. Kyle got his same festive outfit for last year and since they needed to hang out somewhere this Christmas, Tweek’s party is the perfect place to go to. He enjoyed the party last year, and it was also culture-friendly. Tweek respects Kyle’s interests and this is why they get along so well together. “Tweek, are we late?” “No, Kyle! Y-you just made it!” “Sweet, thanks Tweek! Oh yeah, Ike’s here too. Say hi, Ike!” “Hello, Tweek!” (Ike is happy today) “Hehe, nice to see you too, Ike. I made sure to add some special decor for you too, like always.” “That’s sweet, Tweek! I always appreciate it a lot so thank you! I think I should invite you over to my house sometime.” “I’d love to come over that time, Kyle.” “Yeah, we’d have a lot of fun there dude. We’ll wait for the rest of the guys inside for now.” “Sure thing, go right ahead Kyle!” Kyle and Ike proceeded inside the shop. They both bump into Kenny and Karen immediately with Kyle talking to Kenny about random stuff. Karen also gets to play with Ike as well as they loved to play games with each other. Karen asks Ike not to go too extreme and break anything because she knows how hard Tweek worked just for the party and she doesn’t want Tweek to feel sad afterwards. This is how she cares for him. Ike nods and makes sure to be careful. Kenny and Kyle love to catch up on things together. Every conversation they had would involve their adventures and next to Stan, Kenny is someone Kyle trusts a lot, too. Recently Kyle is chatting about Kenny on the last party they had on here. It was really fun and its great that the little siblings are going to experience it too. From Kenny, its the first time for Karen. Same could be said for Ike as they watch the two play around the shop happily without breaking anything Tweek worked hard for. Some time later, Butters and Pip arrive together. Butters bumped Pip along the way before arriving to Tweak Bros. Coffee. “Oh, sorry Pip, I didn’t see you there buddy.” “Its okay, ol’ chap. You’re going to Tweek’s?” “Yeah, he invited me over! Did you get an invite too?” “Yep! I love Tweek’s selection of teas and I never got to visit his store in special occasion till now.” “That’s great, Pip! You’ll love Tweek’s parties, they are so fun!” “Really? I will take your word for it chap. If he makes great tea then I’ll believe you, Butters.” “Oh, um.. Pip, if you want we can go together.” “Well, that sounds like a good idea Butters! Its best I do this, I don’t want to get lost.” “Its fine, Pip. We’re just good pals doing a little stroll!” “I like the sound of that Butters.” Pip and Butters then decided to go as a pair so they don’t have to worry about getting lost if they are making their way to Tweak Bros. Coffee. They got along during the way and their friendship started to grow as well. Tweek was confused to why they were as a pair when they arrived, but in reality they just bumped into each other. “Hey you two. You both made it!” “Gee whiz, thanks Tweek! I’m always looking forward to your parties!” “Hehe, thank you Butters! And hello Pip! I know you love the tea here.” “Right-o, ol’ chap Tweek! I hear you’re also using them as drinks on this here’s lovely party right?” “Yep, all yours dude!” “Thank you so much, Tweek. I always love your tea offers.” “I’d love to try some tea too, but I’m more of the milk tea person kinda guy, haha.” “Its fine Butters. We have milk tea as well!” “Oh gosh darn really? That sounds awesome Tweek, thank you!” “I’ll proceed ahead to try out more of your tea, Tweek. Butters, are you coming?” “Yeah of course, Pip!” “Go right inside you two!” Tweek allows Pip and Butters to enter the shop and join the fun! They both bond over tea as Butters gets his milk tea and Pip gets to try all the new flavors Tweek has in store for him. They both enjoy the company and the drinks together with the fact they later talk with Kyle and Kenny as well to bond happily and play games with. There is one more guest though, its none other than his boyfriend Craig. He may be the last one but as they say, the last ones are the best. Tweek waited patiently for his VIP boyfriend to arrive and join the party with him. Tweek is starting to get worried but sooner or later, he sees a figure in the distance who is actually Craig! Craig heads on over with Tricia to Tweek’s. He has to apologize to Tweek to why he’s late though, but Tweek’s gonna understand after all. “Tweek? I’m sorry I got late dude.” “Its fine, Craig! I’m glad you made it in the end! You only got late for like, 30 minutes dude.” “Oh really? I thought I missed the party because Tricia made me do a stopover!” “Oh fuck off Craig, I needed to take the bathroom!” “And you waited in there for like fifteen minutes.” “Is it wrong for me to pee? I drank so much water that I can’t hold it on the way!” “Its fine, its fine, Tricia. You don’t have to be so down. Potty breaks are common you know.” “At least your boyfriend cares, jerk.” “Hey! I care too.” “Yeah, I can totally see that, Craig. Just don’t piss me off like that okay?” “I don’t know if I can promise that.” “Okay fine. What about we all get along here? You said this is a special party so I want the both of us to enjoy it. Right, Tweek?” “I can agree to that, Tricia. What about you, Craig?” “Sure. Besides, I don’t like the idea of us fighting over potty breaks.” “That’s great! Come on in, the party’s starting!” Craig and Tricia took the VIP seats for them but they still love to party with the others. Immediately, Tricia met Karen and they played together. Karen told Tricia the same thing with Ike, but Tricia knows how close she is with Tweek as a supporter and a good friend. She also liked Tweek because he’s more understandable than her own brother Craig. Still, Tricia does like Craig as a brother at times. With everyone on board, Tweek signals the go for everyone to start partying as he locks the coffee shop door. After that, everyone partied with a lot of fun. The little siblings played games together. Kyle, Kenny and Butters together ate the food Tweek offers. Pip is enjoying his tea by himself but he did accompany some of the little siblings for company. Karen liked how he looks and Pip would acknowledge her with a thanks once in a while. It was then on that even if the party was just as calm as it is, Tweek felt it was a success. Everyone loved Tweek’s parties for a reason. Tweek would love it to be calm and light-hearted or go all in and make it big. Christmas has been amazing for everyone in the shop, and Tweek’s invites worked rather well. Once the party ends, they all gather with Tweek in front and do a big groupie shot like in the previous years. Everyone keeps a copy of it to cherish and this marks yet another successful Christmas party! -End

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