#✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫}

[monmuses]

@resiliency-in-starlight​ - plotted starter of Fran finally moving out

     The day had finally came up, planning this for so long. It was a hard few weeks of packing and planning when to leave and moving many other details revolving around Fran’s personal life. It was so her parents had no connection with her after leaving their house. It was a bold move, but she knew what to do. Noon came up, and she sent a quick text to Damien:

[ text ] : i’m doing it tonight. get ready, bc shit is gonna go DOWN

     There was a whole scare lined up for them, hoping to put them in their place. Fran let Damien do whatever he thought was best, though gave some tips on what exactly brought them to their knees. If they were to persist, she would let him do what he needed to do to keep them off of her hands. She was at a point of no longer giving a shit about what they did. They had done enough damage to her for one lifetime - she would not let it happen again.

     Knowing they were going to check on her, she placed a small backpack full of things next to the door, along with a small suitcase. Having caught the attention of her mom, she perked up to ask what she was doing. Her father had followed, coming down the stairs with his hands resting in his pockets.

     “I’m leaving.”

     At first, they were confused. “W-What do you mean, honeybun? You never... spoke to us like that--!”

     “I’m leaving. I’m not telling you where I’m going. I have no reason to. I made my choice, and I won’t let you say a word about it.”

     Soon, that look of confusion left their faces, replaced with worry and anger. “Now listen here, sport! If you think you’re going out there on your own, you’re sorely mistaken! Who’s going to take care of you besides, oh I don’t know-- the GOVERNMENT?”

     They weren’t ready to let her leave yet... and that was not a good sign.

#south park tw #// *yeets this over #// *let the scaring BEGIN #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱; (𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔩; (𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; (𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔲𝔢) #✨{𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 - 𝔦'𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩; 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 & 𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫} #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠 - 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰; (𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢 '𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫' 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬) #nurturing-starlight

[monmuses]

@nurturing-starlight​ plotted starter with a Very Angry Butters

     Butters was not one to lose his temper so easily when he kept things under control. There was only a number of times where he lost his cool and snapped under pressure, but he knew when and where to be when things slipped under his fingertips. To everyone in town, he was one of the nicest kids out there. He had to thank his parents for that one.

     But at the same time, he was not one to anger. If anything, he could become an uncontrollable source of chaos.

     “YOU THINK YOU OF ALL PEOPLE DESERVE TO SEE HER?!” He shrieked from down the road, electricity flowing through him. “NO! YOU’LL NEVER SEE HER! YOU WON’T EVER SEE HER AGAIN! I WILL NEVER LET YOU HURT HER ANOTHER TIME!!”

     This was one of those rare times he truly let his anger take action. His powers as Professor Chaos were at full swing, his outfit changing by force from the lightning that bolted through the sky. A strange funnel swirled above his head in the dark clouds, hinting to that of a very angry storm coming its way. The storm was Butters, now allowing his mischevious alias of Professor Chaos come to fruition.

     At his feet was a familiar face; Nimue’s ex-boyfriend. For one final time, he came around to see her, and it was the one time that Butters was incredibly charged, emotionally speaking. On the whim, he let himself go, fists tightening around a large, sharp-ended hammer.

     “YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS PLACE! NOT WHEN PROFESSOR CHAOS IS ON THE SCENE! YOU DARE TO BELIEVE YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO SEE HER AGAIN?! IN MY PRESENCE?!!”

#nurturing-starlight #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱; (𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔩; (𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔬𝔥 𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰!!; (𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔱𝔠𝔥) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶; (𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔬; 𝔫𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔢 & 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰} #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw

[monmuses]

@resiliency-in-starlight​ - a half-plotted angst starter from here with four dumbasses

     Since the accident, she didn’t know of how great that guilt was for Damien. She had thought since that they had mended things, part of her believed all was said and done, yet... she didn’t know. He never spoke of anything since that day, and to see him disappear on her like this. Without warning, and all that was left was a tear-filled note.

     Where could he have gone? She wasn’t sure if he’d be at his workplace... or somewhere out in town. Though, that smell of brimstone still lingered, and she only knew of that smell for one specific reason. He teleported somewhere, and she had a feeling of one place where she knew.

     “PIP!! PIP, WHERE ARE YOU?!”

     The note was crinkled in her hand, panicking. He wasn’t answering her calls or texts. He was gone, and she couldn’t find him anywhere. “Pip!! Do you know where Damien went? He... He hasn’t called back or anything! He’s gone and... and I need someone to help me find him!! Do you know where he went?”

#✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱; (𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔩; (𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠 - 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰; (𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢 ‘𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫’ 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬) #✨{𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 - 𝔦'𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩; 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 & 𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫} #✨{𝔦’𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡; 𝔭𝔦𝔭 & 𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫} #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw #nurturing-starlight

[monmuses]

@multiparked continued from here

       It  was  something  she  made  a  habit  ever  since  she  started  to  hang  out  with  him  -  offer  to  make  him  something  or  bring  him  a  snack.  It  became  a  routine  for  her  and  something  she  enjoyed  since  it  gave  her  more  of  a  reason  to  do  something  generous  for  people.  Food  brought  people  together;  that  was  how  she  was  taught,  anyway.

       "Oh,  uh...  I  was  just  offering  if  you  wanted  something.  Forgot  your  mom  was  home,"  she  said,  rubbing  the  back  of  her  neck.  "I  mean...  I'm  a  little  hungry,  but  I  don't  mind  waiting."

       It  was  a  little  embarrassing  to  forget,  knowing  she  had  a  near-perfect  memory  on  occasions.  Though,  she  quietly  kept  watching  him  fiddle  with  the  strings  on  his  guitar,  glancing  off  to  the  side  in  light  shame,  "...sorry,  heh.  I  just...  like  doing  stuff  for  you,  y'know?  For  anybody,  but  making  something  for  you  is  always...  nice.  In  a  way."

#multiparked #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠 - 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰; (𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢 ‘𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫’ 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔞𝔤𝔢‚ 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔬 𝔡𝔬 𝔦; 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 & 𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫} #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; (𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔲𝔢)

[monmuses]

@multibg continued from here

With visiting Clyde's place and waiting for him, there wasn't much she could do besides wait. She rested on his bed, not wanting to exactly barge into his bathroom while she waited. Though, it was just a little chilly and she had grabbed one of his old jackets, brigning it back to his place to return. She did, in fact, take it a while ago, and brought it back since she had held onto it for a while.

With sitting on the bed, she still had his jacket on to keep her warm, too big to fit her. The sleeves made past her arms and never fit to sit around her wrists. To say she was too small for such a big jacket was correct. It fit past her knees and she only laughed at his response.

"I still had it in my closet! Don't worry, I kept it washed. I, uh... I kind of forgotten about it and still had it without giving it back. I will say, though, it's real cozy. You got some really nice jackets, Clyde!"

Fran could've asked, but how else could she get the best kind? Gently, she pulled off the sleeves and folded the jacket over her arms, putting it next to her. "I could've... but hey, you got the best jackets. I made sure it's not dirty when I brought it back! But besides that, how's the gym been for you?"

#multibg #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥-𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢; (𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠 - 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰; (𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢 ‘𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫’ 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬‚ 𝔦 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴; 𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫 & 𝔠𝔩𝔶𝔡𝔢 [𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔤]} #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; (𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔲𝔢)

[monmuses]

@resiliency-in-starlight​ - plotted Halloween Party (with a funny prank *wink wink*)

     Finally, the party came around. Fran had been so giddy about it all morning that she was running all around town to get little extra things for her costume. She stuck to that Beetlejuice and Lydia idea with Damien, unable to contain her excitement when the day actually came. It got to the point where she woke up first and waited in bed until he woke up for the day.

     Was it weird to say that she was genuinely excited to make her costume again? She only ever went goth once, and that was for a mission years ago. Now, she was able to go all out without the cigarettes and depressing music. With her entire mood for the party, her excitement was a contrast to Lydia Deetz - the character she was dressed up as.

     They had made it to the house for the party, getting out of his car and waiting for him to come by her side. The entire time, she had a bright look on her face, unable to not move from her joy.

     “I’m so excited!!!” She squealed, hands lightly clapping together. “Oh man, I haven’t been this excited for a party in so long!! I’m so glad I get to spend it with you, Damien! I’m excited to see everybody’s costumes too! I wonder what’ll happen this year? Maybe another zombie apocalypse? Who knows!”

#✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱; (𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔩; (𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠 - 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰; (𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢 ‘𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫’ 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 - 𝔦'𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩; 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫 & 𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫} #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw #// *LETS GOOOOOOO #nurturing-starlight

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"A-Are y'sure? You don't look too good, miss! C'mon, can you stand?" He was noticing the bruising and where the handkerchief was. Glancing around, he took his bag and pulled out some extra bandaids, handing them to here.

"Least I could do is get'cha to somebody who can wrap that up!" He said, pointing at the bruising blindly. "You're gonna be okay, though?"

#hxzelwallflower #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥-𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢; (𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔬𝔥 𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰!!; (𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔱𝔠𝔥) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw #// *its ok!! i took the opportunity to send some stuff HJHJSDA #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; (𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔲𝔢)

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In the rare instance that Shelly showed compassion, this was one of those times. She wasn't one to physically show that she cared, or even say it, but she had her ways. To be there by his side when things did get tough was one thing. Finding him hospitalized from something he had been doing for a while was another. She didn't hesitate to show up when she got the news from Mom, and she was silent at his side, keeping her hand on his arm.

Things had changed. She wasn't as harsh on him like she used to, but she was stern. A little more mature now, but knew better than to treat him like dirt in the moment. Just from how he looked, he had been doing that to himself for longer.

"Can't say I'll hold onto my promise. She's gonna find out, you know," she warned him. "You're in the freakin' hospital, Stan. Whatever you were doing, you made it look like it was all you had."

Grumbling a sigh, she turned to look at him, brows furrowing in her gaze. "But that doesn't matter. I would say other things, but they're not important. Not right now. You're more important to me, twerp. I'll keep my promise as long as you get better. And I'm gonna sit here with you 'til you're walking out of this stupid hospital room."

#multibg #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥-𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢; (𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔱 𝔲𝔭‚ 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔡!; (𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔥) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; (𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔲𝔢)

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She was only really here to hang out with some friends of hers. Across the few groups that were close in South Park, she had a few in each one that she stuck with over the years. In this case, she was with Scott and a few others after needing a break from being at her place for so long.

That, and her parents were incredibly overbearing whenever she was out on her own. So much for being an "adult" to them.

"It's a little subtle, but it's there. I don't know, it's just... more obvious I guess," she said, shrugging. "You just hide it better with your expressions."

A little joke to nudge at him, but she didn't want to cause any trouble. They had their problems and butting heads, but she knew they were close as kids. What happened? Stan had been mumbling and talking about trying to get back to Kyle but never really told the whole picture. She had a hunch there was more, but finding Kyle at this party was the last thing she expected, too.

"...talk to me about it. I'll listen," she said, softening her gaze at him. "I... I honestly was wondering what happened to you two. What happened? If you don't mind me asking."

#multibg #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥-𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢; (𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠 - 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰; (𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢 ‘𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫’ 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔴𝔢 𝔤𝔬 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰; 𝔨𝔶𝔩𝔢 & 𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫} #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; (𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔲𝔢)

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There was a noticable change in Clyde the more he was not around, even with promising to hang out with her. Fran wasn't... too stingy with waiting, but she noticed certain things. Always observing people when she wasn't talking, and watching what they'd do. With Clyde, he seemed more tired and not as energetic like he used to be.

It was only until recently that him sleeping in told her there was more to this than just not being able to hang out. It gave her the idea to come visit his place, but even at his front door, he didn't respond. She texted once or twice but nothing. What had he been doing for the past few days?

Curiously, she checked his bedroom, finding him fast asleep and barely moving to the sound of his door opening. So that's where he was. Fran wasn't upset about this, but mostly worried. She set her bag down next to the door and moved to sit at his side, bringing a hand through his hair.

"I came to check on you. You weren't texting me back, so I... wanted to see how you were doing," she said. "I see you've been sleeping in on me, heh. But it's okay, I just... was worried is all. Are you.. okay?"

#multibg #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥-𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢; (𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠 - 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰; (𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢 ‘𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫’ 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬‚ 𝔦 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴; 𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫 & 𝔠𝔩𝔶𝔡𝔢 [𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔤]} #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; (𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔲𝔢)

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Nightmares were a whole other situation for Butters. Very rarely, did he have them occur so often that they disrupted his sleep, but he did. The dreams about his father tearing him apart with his words and his own mother, reminiscing about his near-death in the car. Everything seemed to hit him so suddenly when he didn't expect it to, and he awoke with tears running down his cheeks.

His sobs were soft, but never loud. He took his pillow and buried his face into it, hiding the fact that he was scared. Terrified to think about his parents again and out of his own terrors of speaking to them again. However, Kyle's softness in his voice seemed to comfort him a little, breaking him out of his cries while he huddled close to him, dropping his pillow and wrapping his arms around him.

"I... I thought I died again..." He sobbed, holding Kyle close to him. "A-And I saw my... my dad a-again. I heard him... and everything! I-I got so scared, Kyle... I-I'm so sorry..."

#multibg #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥-𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢; (𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔬𝔥 𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰!!; (𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔱𝔠𝔥) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶; (𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔴𝔢'𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫‚ 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱; 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 & 𝔨𝔶𝔩𝔢} #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #// *babie :( #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; (𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔲𝔢)

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     “...I honestly thought it wasn’t gonna be cold today,” he admitted with a chuckle, attempting to rub his arms for warmth. It was a little chilly today, unexpectedly. A grumble was heard before he felt Gregory’s hands producing the same warmth for him.

     “Thanks... I didn’t think it’d be cold today,” he sighed, leaning into his touch. “I take it you don’t have an extra coat, do you?”

#smileduponyou #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔧𝔢𝔴 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔧𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔶; (𝔨𝔶𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔰𝔨𝔦) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔡𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢; (𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣) #✨{𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 - 𝔦’𝔪 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔢; 𝔨𝔶𝔩𝔢 & 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔯𝔶} #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw

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     All she’s hearing is both Stan and Kyle with a mix of Randy’s weirdly optimistic voice in the middle. She’s glancing over at the other New Kid, almost asking if she can tag along.

     “This is really fucking weird,” is all she signs in response.

#lightningjacket #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰; (𝔡𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔶) #✨{𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠 - 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰; (𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔢 ‘𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫’ 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬) #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw #// *she is SO confused

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@lightningjacket​ continued from here

     For the moment he heard the tires screeching harshly, Kyle didn’t hesitate to keep an arm across the New Kid in case the car in question rolled their way. But thankfully, it didn’t. Instead, it ran headfirst into a lamp post, making almost every single kid look over to see who it was in the car. And, to nobody’s surprise, Randy was the one to stumble out of the driver’s seat.

     “...dude, what the fuck,” was all Kyle could really say, squinting in Randy’s direction. “Stan, did you tell your dad to pick you up today or something?”

     All of them had a plan to discuss for the Coon Lair, but sticking around to try and figure out what exactly Stan’s dad was doing was going to be a waste of time. For now, his arm moved back to sit in his pocket, sticking near the front door while trying to ignore Randy’s drunken rambling.

     “Sorry about that, dude,” he said, turning to look at the New Kid. “Kinda just threw my arm out there. Didn’t mean to. That’s happening a lot more, lately. More adults are just drinking away like it’s.. the end of the world. What do you think?”

#lightningjacket #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔩; (𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔧𝔢𝔴 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔧𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔶; (𝔨𝔶𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔰𝔨𝔦) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw #// *throws my favorite boy ur way #// *also thanks Randy - you are absolutely amazing #// *(derogatory) #// *i also gotta get some more kid icons for all my muses bc man i have nothing HJDJEHA #// *BTW if u wanna discuss like. anything pre-established between my SP bois im 100% down

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@smileduponyou​ continued from here with Kyle

     With some painful steps across the walkway, he found himself at Gregory’s doorstep, praying that he would be conscious enough to make it past the doorway. A loud thump of a knock was what he gave, a clenched fist pressing against the door while resting against it. He was incredibly dizzy... and he could feel it, too.

     He was so grateful that he opened the door when he could. The moment his balance against the door was lost, he let himself fall into his arms, unable to hold himself up from collapsing against the ground. The redhead winced with some pain, spots of blood dotting around his face, hands, and coat. Something happened, and he tanked as much as he could before falling into the blonde’s grasp.

     “H... Hey, dude,” he managed to muster from his lips. “Kinda... bad timing, isn’t it?”

#smileduponyou #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔩; (𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 - 𝔦’𝔪 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔢; 𝔨𝔶𝔩𝔢 & 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔯𝔶} #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #✨{𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶; (𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔧𝔢𝔴 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔧𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔶; (𝔨𝔶𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔰𝔨𝔦)

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@lightningjacket​ continued from here

     Butters was always anxious when it came to tests like these, especially when they were constantly pressured to study. And with any awareness to how his parents were, there was no doubt he’d suffer the consequences of “not trying hard enough” for his tests if this one flopped for him. Though, he was comfortable enough to share these worries with the New Kid, and he could trust her about it. Her silence had some strange easing of his anxiety in case he would be teased for being nervous.

     “I hate doin’ all this studyin’ sometimes...” He grumbled. “I can’t think straight half the time! What about you, New Kid? I saw what Mr. Garrison did durin’ the mock test. He’s a mean ol’ son of a gun sometimes. And y’got detention for it, too! It ain’t fair.”

     Detention was said to be the worst possible place to stay after school hours. Mr. Mackey was often the one who watched the kids, and Craig was a regular in the cafeteria when it’d occur each day. Though, even if the New Kid could survive an hour there, he still worried. “H-Hey, you... y’sure you don’t need much help for this test? Knowin’ Mr. Garrison, he’s gonna make ya speak in front of everybody again.”

#lightningjacket #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔩; (𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔬𝔥 𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰!!; (𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔱𝔠𝔥) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔳; 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫} #south park tw #// *hes an anxious bean but he looks out for everybody ;;