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boxwinebaddie · 2 months

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STAN HAS THAT K CHOKER RIGHT? DOES THAT MEAN KYLE HAS AN S NECKLACE? like he could totally stack his s necklace with his star of david one

aaaaaaaaa

you know i love a lil matchy-matchy moment~

and actually, i accumulated a lot of different asks actually, mostly, interestingly enough asking me about the same roundabout thing: if jersey wears rings, how he feels about jewelry, if he has any tattoos or other piercings, stuff of the like, etc.

but i never got around to answering those because i'm kind of a perfectionist and i get all worked up in my head about how i'm going to answer things because i want them to be perfect ( i keep trying to structure nsfw ask like it's a nine page research essay, smh ) buuut

basically, as we all know well, jersey is…Particular.

particularly abt himself and what is done to him/on him.

( okay, fair warning: the rest of this answer is very long and i just talk a lot about the former question about jersey/his attachments to material things and also physical-emotional things — people — you do not have to read all that...the short answer is yes, kyle does stack a stan 's' necklace with the star of david, i talk about it more at the end, but this intro part is a lot of exposition and information. so if your curiosity does not end there...perhaps i can further it below xx )

a lot of it ties into his ocd and this need to control every aspect of his life, not being able to put it in anyone elses hands but his own because he's scared of that improbability...that margin of error.

it keeps him up at night.

for that reason, even though he has a ton of health issues, diabetes, etc. he is extremely Defiant and Volatile in doctors offices. like, he will start throwing shit, rip ivs out of his arms, ask you to explain what you are giving him In Detail and will probably still refuse to take it.

tbh, the only reason he's taking any medication at all is because he really loves sheila and she is extremely worried about losing him </3

( jersey is a mommas boy, i said what i said! )

but he takes his own blood sugar, pricks his own fingers, runs all his own tests...he really does not trust anyone else w/ that kind of thing. which ties into piercings because he does...think that they're…lowkey, highkey *jersey vc* Hawt, i’m sorry; it's true.

i do think it's his...Thing.

the man really just wants a little hot topic emo boy accessory display for a boyfriend and he is right for that. cute, shiny, edgy. i respect it.

eye candy, arm candy, if you will?

( jersey is extremely partial to candy, ofc <3 )

and idk, maybe it's just a me thing, but to me, jerseykyle, specifically, is very conceptual and is intrigued by fashion and stuff, but because when he was overweight growing up, he was sort of just shoe-horned into all this oblong, ugly clothing, whatever would fit or they could afford. so he never really got to be able to wear things he wanted to, until about right now and it's been really liberating for him? idk? aaa

i love sleek, chic, dark academia, tired 1940s evil classics professor, thrift store couture jersey in his dollar store blazers and italian loafers. like my man is an off duty model, forreal. i am obsessed with him.

and actually he really Likes tattoos and piercings and dyed hair and thinks all the little rings are cool because you're like this living art form, this distinct individual, there's a uniqueness, a cool rebellion there he can’t create have within himself, so he combats/masks it as disgust and disinterest because he doesn't like to process his complicated feelings and also doesn't like forming attachments...especially...

...to things he's inexplicably Drawn to.

which is why, initially, upon even just bearing witness to raven of crimson dawn, kyle freaked out because he was like immediately Extremely Attracted to him because he checks all these little boxes in his brain, but his brain, of course, is corroded by mental illness and trauma, so he immediately projects extreme amounts of hostility in raven's direction because he is like you're all chaos and disorder, you're a mess, you throw caution to the wind, You’re Unpredictable.

when he’s actually obsessed w/ that capricious energy?

like he makes fun of stan for all his punk rock boy 'hood ornaments' and 'anarchical embellishments', but his heart starts racing every time stan winks at him and his little eyebrow piecing winks back, or he runs his tongue over that lip ring kyle got hyperfixated on, partially because it's pretty, which...rip, not even joking…

if stan comes out in the support rock, fuck a rockstar tank top, the tiny pants and sports that little lip ring chain thing that connects to the cuff on his ear...it does something seriously ( down ) bad to kyle's brain and stan is immediately getting Railed. soz if you were waiting for stan's autograph, hes gettin ky's all over his body. woops.

but!!! it's mostly bc stan had the courage and hedonism to put something through his lip and live with it. that he could get other piercings, get tattoos, let people handle him, put his life into someone else's hands, let them have control for a second, knowing they are executing the thing you want/need without you doing it...

it's literally All a control thing.

or rather, an inability to lose it.

because he's very particular, yeah, about what he likes and doesn't like, he won't wear any fabrics that itch or bother him, he won't buy something if the hem pisses him off, if he has to wear something he doesn't like, he will bitch and moan the entire day about it. and while it's good to have that level of self-assuredness, it's also kind of a self-preservation and self destructive coping mechanism for jerseykyle.

because he pushes everything out...

but doesn't let anything else in.

and a lot of that changes when raven/stan comes back into the picture, because when they were growing up, stan was this beautiful, glowing fixture of nonconformity, this pillar of strength that was twice as strong as he was, even though kyle was the fighter. because stan fought for self-acceptance and kyle fought for self-loathing.

and really...the reason why his ed developed in the first place was because gerald and society as a whole brainwashed him into hating himself and that people would only digest him if he was in small enough, beautiful, palatable enough pieces to eat so even though he acts out or throws punches: It’s All Within The Lines.

or the confines, rather.

of the person he thinks people want him to be.

but, idk, i'm talking too much. basically, gist is, kyle has a hard time handing over control to other people/being vulnerable and the final piece to that is...permanence.

a piercing...a tattoo...is Permanent.

i mean, sure, they close up and you can get them removed, but you are irreconcilably changed and altered. you are different now.

anddddd sigh, the jersey can't say i love you ask strikes again! because jersey can't say i love you because it's handing over control, because it's vulnerable because it's...permanent and he has extremely deep-seated commitment issues because of all of that.

which means he rarely, if ever, makes said commitments.

so when he Does...

it's a very special thing indeed.

because jersey has no tattoos or piercings on his body.

save for the sun/moon one he got on his ring finger for stan ( i can never decide if i want jersey to have the sun tattoo because he is the sun or if he has the moon one so he can wear rae around with him )

*** ( i also think it's possible he might get little hebrew things for his mom or idk, something very important later...i'll think about it more )

and...One ear piercing.

i was going to go at this in more comical and dramatic way in an old post, but basically, i think kenny/bebe/craig someone basically joked about there being reduced earring piercings at claire's and they should take kyle because he's the only one without pierced ears and jersey gets really defensive about it and everyone's like ooooh! kyle's scared to get his ears pierced, so the competitive and aggressive side of him that hates to lose briefly outweighs the neurotic side and is like "fuck you!!! let's go right now! i'm not scared of anything!"

and he gets there, stan's with him, and he is...freaking out in the little plastic chair with some eight year old girl next to him ecstatically getting her ears pierced for her birthday, bc he's going to have to let someone...do something to him/inflict something on him.

( which actually, i think, is what is really beautiful about j.k and r.s' relationship and dynamic, is that jersey teaches raven that you can't just let people do things you don't want them to do to you just because you feel like you should ft. his sexual trauma and stan teaches kyle that it is okay to let other people in, to do reckless things, to allow yourself to feel and enjoy simple pleasures w/o fear. ft. his ocd

lmao, is there a branch in my eye again? y is it Watering )

and ravenstan is like, mi amor, they are just your ears, you will be okay, i will hold your hand…

everything will be fine, i swear. :’) <3

and he gets hyped up, ready to go, the 16 y/o piercing his ears tells him she'll count to three and pierce on one.

...and she pierces on Three.

i'm not sure if it's bc she pressed too soon or because she thought that if she surprised him, it might make him less nervous, but it does not!!!! kyle FREAKS out!!!! his ocd goes haywire and basically has a nervous breakdown at freaking /claires/ bc she pierced his ear before she SAID she would and destroys the confidence that he built up to let himself be vulnerable.

it seems like a Silly thing...but i think it says a lot, yknow?

and though it was a serious blow to his ego, kyle only has...one ear pierced because he panicked and could not get the second one done. and it, to this day, is one of the only asymmetrical things abt him. which, i actually think is important to him coping w/ his ocd

( similar to how kyle, sorry slight nsfw, having stan have to ask for things if he wants them, helps him, in a seemingly innocuous way, build confidence in himself/not let things just 'happen' to him without his consent ) because having only one ear pierced means he has to deal with being lopsided and that, everyday the earth doesn't crash into the sun...means that he's okay.

also a cute thing about the one ear piercing is that i think kyle wears like this cute little gold sun dangly one that has a similar ambiance to the sun and moon glasses chain charms? it's his signature.

and other than showering, sleeping, etc. he only really ever takes it out when raven is going off somewhere far away :( and he switches it with a little stan silver earring ( idk kyle feels very gold jewelry bc of his orange hair and stan feels v silver bc of his blue eyes and stuff ) and stan sometimes takes kyle's with him on tour...AAAAA i'm sad

on the subject of rings, since someone else asked me, kyle does not wear rings even though he does like them/they're pretty because they're heavy, they clank against his pen when he's writing, the sound pisses him off...but he wears stan's lil silver emo boy rings when he's away and gaslit himself into liking the sound because the sound it makes against his pen reminds him of the sound it makes when stan is excitedly scribbling song lyrics and singing to him aaaaa IM :(

WHERE WAS I GOING WITH THIS AGAIN?

oh, yeah.

extreme mental illness.

so jersey never makes adjustments or accommodations for anyone, and when he does it's a big deal...but really...

it's because Stan is a big deal to him.

stan is EVERYTHING to him.

and kyle thinks it's cute that at every show and every concert, stan always wears the little spicy k charm on his emo boy choker ( and got the little even spicier inner thigh tattoo w kyle's name on it...anyways )

so, he starts wearing a little s around his neck for stan.

which, initially, i'm sure you're like...oh God.

jersey making an adjustment to his very specific cartoon character outfit alignment of things he wears every day, things he wears at home, things he wears specifically when going out depending on the environment...this sounds like a recipe for disaster. this is a big change for him. he's gonna spin out or short circuit his brain.

but...really? it feels as easy as Breathing.

because for one of the first times in his life, kyle got something that he didn't just get for him, w/ selfish intentions or bc he needs to be in control...he got it...

to make stan happy. :)

and it does make him very, Very happy, indeed.

which is really funny to me because jersey is super annoying and just starts wearing it and pretends like he doesn't know what's going on bc he's bad at ~gestures~. so stan comes home, sees it and immediately is like *big stan eyes* 'what are you wearing??'

and kyle is like, ‘oh, this? i've had it forever, it's was just in the back of the closet. why? is it wrinkled or—‘ and stan is like 'no, dummy. the NECKLACE' and kyle, playing dumb, trying to act nonchalant because he's kind of embarrassed abt having emotions is like 'oh, that. y'know. just something i'm trying out...' and stan is like

'kyle broflovski, are you wearing a necklace with my initial on it????' and kyle is like 'alright, woah there, mr. celebrity. but not eeeeverything is about you, okay? that s could stand for anything.'

and stan is like *genuine heart eyes wowza because kyle is being annoying but stan loves dumb annoying kyle that's why he wears his lil possessive emo boy k charm on his choker everywhere* 'okay, well the k on mine stands for kiss me or kiss me kyle or whatever you want just, come and kiss me please' kshdlkshd <333 eWW

anyways...they're Gay. they're in love. they having matching tattoos and earrings and wear eachother's intials around their neck. nbd.

but...in a very longwinded format, i hope this answers your question baby and hopefully some other questions you have abt jersey. i'm sorry that was a lot but i literally could talk about jersey forever, like he is so fascinating and bc he's our narrator and he's such an unreliable one, it's hard to understand how his brain works.

hope this helps. <3

uncle nina, keeper of the cryptid jersey whore-lore

#okay i am sorry #i know this barely answers your question #but i got a lot of similar questions #and i wanted to answer them in one big ask while i was feeling inspired so here is a bunch of jersey trauma lore #i hope it's fascinating i find it all super fascinating #because he presents like this perfectly in control orderly well maintained militant self-satisfying self gratified thing #but it's just a front for the fact that he's scared of change and is scared of not being in control or making mistakes #like he is put together but a breath away from falling apart #stan teaches him to sit down kyle teaches him to stand up #also sorry kyle having a fascination with edgy boy things and piercings and stuff in particular is kinda spicy to me #i luv him like he really is like that man is a satanic abomination and i want to do terrible horrible depraved things to him #like he really saw raven of crimson dawn and was like oy gevault i have never wanted to cut my lip open on anything #more than on that mans lip ring holy hell oh my god he is so shiny and ripped up and his makeup is so cool #he is a celebrity he has no original thought he doesnt think abt anything thats why he has all those tattoos and piercings #but also y do i want to trace my fingers down them every time i look at him he reveals himself more to me i want to learn more #kinsey scale gay 6 jerseykyle everyone but specifically for dramatic crybaby bisexual punk rock boys w/ piercings #which...i think is incredible bc i do not think people would expect that from kyle...but people also thinks he cannot feel #BUT HIM ADJUSTING HIS WELL REGIMENTED LIFE TO INCOPORATE STAN INTO IT I WANT TO SCREAM #HIM LEARNING TO LET OTHER PEOPLE DO STUFF FOR HIM AND BE OKAY WITH THEM HELPING HIM #I WANT TO START FUCKING SCREAMING I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I LOVE JERSEYS CHAR DEV #ok final thot is he does sometimes do a gold jewelry ring moment or somethin if he's feeling like its important to the look #but they are very insignificant things for aesthetics easily taken off or removed...its the important stuff he has trouble w #and makes it all the more rewarding i think <3 #ily jers #okay last last small thing as far as like getting little piercings and random fun tattoos goes i just think he doesnt want any #boring king ik minus the ocd and stuff he just likes all his stuff to be very a-line and crisp doesnt like massive statements #like my man Is the statement like he has beautiful luxiourous curly red hair and green eyes and his nose a modern art piece #its too busy for him its distracting and u know thats what u have a hot rockstar bf for so u can pretend 2 read ur book #but the plot of the book is tracing ur sbfs sexc hip tattoos and helping him decide what belly button ring hes gonna wear #you know!!! The Plot!!! which kyles eidetic mem comes back but he does get distracted looking at stan a lot help

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zensations35 · 1 year

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Soulful Sneezes (A Beckett Fic)

Okay. I lost myself in ghostly sneezy writing. It's much shorter than my normal stuff. And yall. I am freaking out. @onetrickponi, in all of her grace, drew my new bby Beckett. He is a cemetery groundskeeper allergic to ghosts. Pic and fic below.

Beckett’s mother wouldn’t be proud that he’s a groundskeeper. Although, what did she expect? He isn’t brilliant enough for medicine, he has few skills, and every job he’s applied to has been…well, Beckett really should be used to it by now. The jokes, the stifled giggles. His tendency to be nervous and shy and…all around strange. Plus, he’s very self conscious about his nose.

Hawkish. That’s how they describe him. His nose is a bit too big, and he's been poked fun of for it. Then there’s his tendency to ruin outings with his allergies. His very…unique…allergies.

But at least, working this job, he won’t be hounded by living people, making fun of him. No, the attention he gets in the cemetery is vastly different from anything he’s encountered before. Fitting, for him, though. Almost familiar in its strangeness.

As he picks up the shovel, two spirits pass him by. He shivers from the cold of their souls. Then two more walk beside him, as if waiting…just waiting for him to--

“Hhhieh-HET’Shhh-eu!” Beckett sniffs and rubs his clothed forearm across his nose. It’s already getting drippy from dozens of sneezes today.

It’s not always this bad. Usually he can get in a day’s work with a handful of sneezes. But tonight is almost the full moon. The fuller and brighter it gets, the more restless the spirits get. The more solid. Powerful. Itchy.

Today, they’re out in full force and they’re slowly getting drunk on moonlight.

Beckett can feel them, like forceless wind. Chilling the air that contains them.

He hefts the corner of a cracked headstone and the materials to adhere it back to the body of the stone memento. He tries to be delicate with it, aligning it properly so the crack doesn’t show as badly, but souls push against him, the wind carrying their laughter in the form of whistling gusts. His lip buries itself under his teeth as he flexes his nostrils.

"Hhgghhh…" Ugh.

His fingers whiten around the solid headstone, nose tipped up. He can’t cover it. His hands are holding the stone and--hih…he doesn’t whh-NGK…want to drop it--

“Hih-HAXzzzhhuuu!” The mist from his sneeze polishes the stone into a shine much like the moonlight. Another spirit grazes his nose with icy breath.

“Please…” he groans…”Please just let me--hhhIH!!" His back straightens, chin tipping up as his nostrils expand, “Hid’CHzzhh-EH..hgg…EXchhZzzh-hieh!! HXST’chh…egh…”

His lips are damp by the time he gets the epoxy and clamp on the cracked corner of the stone.

At first he didn’t understand it. He thought he had allergies, but could never figure out what triggered them. It was shortly after starting this job as groundskeeper that he figured out he was allergic to ghosts. Ghosts!

Once he’s able to free his hands, he runs a leather clad finger under his nose, rubbing the pink skin above his lip. The leather is rough and caked with dirt, his cheeks and nose are likely smeared with earth and salt, mixing with the dark stubble on his chin.

“Becket!!” he hears his boss’s call. The time is 6:54. He should have been done an hour ago. “Becket,” Samuel approaches and the ghosts part like the sea for him. For some reason, they don’t like Samuel much. Samuel cannot see, hear, or sneeze because of the ghosts. He finds Beckett’s allergies and constant outbursts at them to be odd. Senile, even. "But the man is a good worker." Samuel says. "Young people are like that. Maybe something off, but good hearts in the end."

“Young man,” Samuel puts a hand on Beckett’s shoulder. “I know full moons are rough for ya. Some special pollen or whatnot.”

“No, it’s--” Beckett clamps his mouth shut. He has told two people about his allergy. One believed him. One did not. He lost a lot of friends to the nonbeliever. He won’t be making that mistake again. “Yessir,” Beckett says. “I apologize. I can stay late and finish up. I--” a cold patch rubs up to his back. Beckett’s eyes water. “I hnn…geh-errhmm! “ He forces himself to clear his throat and swallow the sneeze. “If you’ll give me a-hhh…”

Damn. It’s not gone. “Ahhiehh…EXSHH-SSHZZZH!! EXTshhhuuU!” each sneeze bows his spine, curling him further toward the ground. Liquid drips from his nose and lips and he covers his face with a glove, pinching back more sneezes even as his nostrils fight back, winging out beneath his finger’s grasp.

Samuel frowns. “I’ll give you two hours to get this done. Overtime pay.” He points at Beckett, “Don’t make me regret it, Beck.”

“Yessir,” Beckett snuffles, chattering the word. He sighs, feeling like he could just flop onto the grass and sleep. But instead, he turns back to the grounds. He tugs at the shirt beneath his overalls and pulls the collar over his nose, giving it a squishy massage. Ghh…what he would give for something softer to wipe his nose with, but he’s out of tissues. Again.

He ambles toward the bushes with a trimmer and begins snipping the overgrowth. The giggling gust of ghosts prod his cheeks, tug his ears, fingers of frost kissing the tip of his nose. They’re toying with him. He can sense their glee--their capriciousness. Batting at his ears and face. Teasing…tickling.

“HgSZTT! ExzzsH! HrSCHH-eiu!!” He gasps a breath and realizes all of the sneezing has caused him to misalign the shape of the bush. Dammit. He spins on the ghosts, voice pitching with abnormal aggression. “Do you all want me to fix this or not!! Shoo! Quit making me sneeze!”

More laughter. Soft. Barely a sound. Whispers on the wind. He grunts and picks up the trimmers, marching across the grounds to hang them back up.

He’s almost done. His next task is simply clearing out the broken glass near the graves and picking up trash. People aren’t supposed to leave breakable vases or anything but flowers and coins, but they do anyway. More work for Beckett.

He fills two bags with junk, mostly already broken breakables like glass picture frames and pottery. The ghosts back off as he does this. They know making him sneeze while handling sharp glass could actually harm him. They’re mischievous, not vicious.

But as soon as he’s done, he is surrounded by impatient spirits. They circle him, closing in for one last pester before they lose him to sleep. Beckett sighs and pauses. “Get it over with, then.”

The chill grows closer to him. Like a pocket of winter just in front of his face. The air thickens with rogueish glee as they vandalize his nose.

“Hih-ihh-eih-!” his vision distorts and he blinks trails of tears down his ruddy cheek. “J-just-hieh! Get it-EIH-stop…teasing!!” his back arches with the inhales. He can feel the icy tendrils, nimble but steady as a surgeon. They reach inside him, through the tunnels of his nostrils to pull the sneeze out of him. “Hieh! AXSZZ-UE!” his head jackknifes forward, sneezes exploding out of him, “EXSZZH-ih! EGSHHZZ-UU!” They ring through the grounds like striking chimes of the clock. “SHHZZ! SHHHzzHH-iehggg..ehhh…” his face is wet with multiple streams of clear liquid, his vision trapped behind a saline lens. His hand washes over his face, surely muddying his cheeks and chin as he sways back to his tiny cottage on the edge of the cemetery.

The ghosts leave him alone. Finally. They had their fun with him. His lungs feel sore as if from a long track race. At least he’ll finally get to shower and sleep before tomorrow. Surely the spirits have had their fill?

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