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boxwinebaddie · 5 days

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Hi Uncle Nina! I'm sorry you're so stressed, we love you <3 I had a TKAK question: Does Stas stand for anything? Or is that just her name lmao

ugh, love you too <33 and i am receiving Several kind messages c': so thank you so much for those, angels! i will respond when i am less beside myself ( it really does unloosen my very few spools of sanity )

BUT AAAAAAAA!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE TKAK ASK! THE TK-ASK! again, it's a lesser known uncle nina project, but as a sapphic girlie who loves drama and sword-fighting and magic it is...Dear to me.

as is stas, who is formally....

~Anastasia Rhiannon Wilhelmina Marsh~

but she is really only called that by sharon when she's cross with her bc shes sitting with her legs uncrossed in a way unbefitting of a proper young lady in want of a husband ( she is in want of a loaf of bread ), forgemaster black when she zzzs at the whetstone dreaming of dueling and drooling over fair gwendy testaburger, who gets a pass because stas has had an secret ye olde gay crush on her for...Eons.

siiiiiiigh.

but, yes indeed! stas i came up with because calling her 'stan' would confuse her with my other stans ( which is actually why i called rm!stan raven and called rm!kyle jersey, but i am glad it stuck because i think ravesey is cute, omg ) but stas was a nickname that came from shelley not being able to pronounce 'anastasia' as a kid.

and stas really just ABHORS anastasia. she thinks its too frilly and fussy, stas rolls off the tongue easier, like several freudian slips when she has siphoned too much mead from the backroom of the fam inn. she rlly do just be running around in her breeches with the boys, smh.

i had an hc later that when princess kylie figures out that stas is not really stan and is actually a girl and gets around to asking for her real name...actually thinks her name is very pretty indeed because in elvish it is "adonnenniel" which means rebrith :) -- i do think thats cool bc of stas gone girl medieval mulanning herself to enlist the challenge of champions -- and in private, princess kylie calls her adonnie <3333 eeeeewwwww!!! gay! harlots! get thee to a nunnery!!!

( they are very cute to me, i know i never talk about it because it's not really done and it's kinda only relevant to me but...love the GALS )

okay, sorry, i got hyperfixated on this, my last thing is that actually stanley marshwalker only happened because ( i think i mentioned this once i'm sorry it lives rent free, shes the patron saint of girl fails ) stas had to make a name up ON THE FLY bc she saw a man standing...and then walking...stan...ley....marsh...walker. SMH.

BUT THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!! EVERY TKAK QUESTION IS A FINE DINING EXPERIENCE FOR ME I LOVE YOU MWAAAAAAH!

-uncle nina, who if tkak has zero fans i am DEAD

#nina speaks #sorry i got REALLY excited #i really like my weird tsot toxic yuri #it is my secret obsession #that and the tfbw au the stankite kyshed love rhombus #anyways...stas nation who is up #i love you stas if no one loves stas im dead #but yes if the anastasia comes out she is in trouble #and she is running very fast unless it is from gwendy in which she is like every word out of your mouth is wine Please Be Mine #edit: i am aware stas is a criminally insane name #but idk am i delusional or it kinda of cute and androgynous #like i am lowkey rocking heavily with it ALSO ADONNIE AAAA PRINCESS KYLIE ILL FALL ON MY SWORD FOR U!!#the girls call her stassie sometimes which is odious #she will retch...from disgust probably from sampling too much ale on an empty stomach...#they say a persons heart is through their stomach #and for a solider girl stas' stomach is constantly at war

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hand-writxen · 1 year

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Kyle X Stan// Elfwalker

TW// gay smut.

MINORS DNI 18+

Stan stood At attention beside his king as the advisors crowded around the table in front of him. The princess and king from the kingdom to the west stood on the other end of the table,

“Then it's agreed, Before the summer solstice you will marry my daughter and we shall forge an alliance against the humans.” The king of the west says. Stan feels his chest tighten and his heart stop, the treaty being finalized meaning the end of his time with the love of his life, his king. After the meetings close, The king motioned for the other advisers to leave allowing Stan to be alone in the presence of the king.

“Stanley..” The king is cut off by Stan roughly placing his helmet onto the table.

“No Kyle, you don’t get to downplay this again. We’ve danced around these feelings and secrets for a year now. I don't want to be overshadowed by this princess and arranged marriage, It's not fair.” Stan’s words are both harsh and filled with anguish. Kyle turns his sharp green eyes fully to the half orc standing across from him, a scowl drawn across his lips as he sighs with disdain.

“What would you have me do Marshwalker? The citizens need the support this alliance brings, and we can finally retake the stick from the wizard king, I don't see any other way to go about this.” He says, his voice rough with a small edge of sadness. Stan, having had enough of the excuses, grabs his helmet and storms from the meeting chambers.

Night fell quicker then Kyle had expected, the lack of Stan at supper made the meal a lot more somber as he made his way back to his room by candle light. A drawn out sigh leaves Kyle as he pushes his bedroom door open, dismissing his guard for the evening. He makes quick work of removing his royal robes and laying them over his chair as he pulls off his crown, his fiery curls being released to their natural poofy state. Kyle sits on his bed to unbuckle his boots when the door is pulled open and shut again causing the scrawny man to shoot up, boots in hand ready to swing until stan walks around the curtin, hardly giving the bulkier half orc a moment to comprehend what is happening before he's hit by a heeled boot.

“Ow, what the hell Kyle?!” Stan groans, rubbing his head as he glares up at his tall lover. Kyle gasps softly and covers his mouth, a small grin evident in his tone.

“I'm so sorry Stanley, I didn't expect it to be you. I assumed you were still upset.” Kyle says, taking a moment to take in Stan’s ruffled appearance, his shirt half untucked and a bit of dust clung to his unruly black hair, “I take it you went to the training grounds to release some of that anger?” Stan nods, before sighing.

“I know you have to do this, I just… I don't want to stop sharing a bed with you, let alone lose your love.” He says, pain and sadness clinging to his voice. Kyle was at a loss for words, he didn't know how to respond properly to his knight when he suddenly found himself backed into the bed.

“Stanley…” He softly trails off at the look of pure love and desperation in Stan's eyes as he slowly gives in. Stan hesitates a moment longer before he leans up and kisses the royal in front of him, slowly backing him into the bed and pressing him into the mattress. The kiss starts out soft, steady and slow as Stan tries to memorize the feeling of Kyle before Kyle settles himself on top of Stan, his hips planted on top of Stan's, never breaking the kiss. Stan finally separates his lips from Kyle’s panting softly, his hazy gaze meeting a pair of half lidded emerald eyes, he shifts a bit so he’s sitting up, his lips pressing against the pale, speckled flesh of kyles shoulder as he tugs the baggy shirt off his thin frame, large hands encasing Kyle’s hips as his lips move to trail along his throat as he leaves visible marks causing kyle to sit back with a small almost silent whimper.

“Stan! You can't, they’ll see!” He reprimands the half orc who hardly acknowledges the concern with a half hearted grunt of annoyance and looks up at kyle.

“Then let them.” Stan swallows Kyle's complaints with another kiss, the tent in his pants noticeable as Kyle settles himself back down on top of Stan and slips his hands under Stan’s shirt and along his chest as he pulls the shirt off of Stan. Kyle takes this moment to admire Stan, his large and supple chest only blemished by a few moles across his stomach and a few battle scars earned protecting Kyle’s own life. Kyle presses Stan back onto the bed, kissing along the scars before pulling back Stan's pants, allowing his hard member to spring free. Kyle takes Stan’s cock into his hand, his slender fingers wrapping around the Girthy length as he starts to pump at a steady pace, drawing deep groans and growls from Stan which change to a deep throaty moan as Kyle takes him into his mouth. Kyle’s tongue swirls around the tip, playing the sensitive area as he closes his lips over it. He keeps his focus there, loving the noises that spill from the other man as he sucks. Stan’s large hand tangles itself in Kyle’s curls as he groans as Kyle continues his momentum while slowly taking more and more of the half orc into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he continues to suck on the large member.

“Fuck kyle.. I forget how good you are at this.” Stan's voice is a low rasp as watches Kyle continue to bob his head along his cock, taking as much as he can into his mouth as he looks up at his lover. Stan keeps his hand tangled in his curls as the moans that fall from his throat are sinful and deep, Stan finally pulls kyle’s mouth off of his hard length before pulling the pale royal into a bruising kiss and pressing him down onto the mattress as he starts to press open mouth kisses across the expanse of kyles chest and stomach.

“Quit teasing me already.” Kyles gasped out as Stan took his right nipple into his mouth causing the slender elf to arch off the bed, his clothed member brushing against Stan’s causing both men to moan, Stan continues his abuse of Kyle’s nipples before finally pulling back and tugging his pants down and off his legs. Kyle lets out a soft whimper as the cold night air caresses his hard and throbbing member, before the whimpers turn louder as Stan grabs his hips and pulls him closer. Stan pumps his cock a few times before reaching beside the bed and pulling out a small jar from beside the bed, rubbing a generous amount along his thick member before spreading Kyle's thighs.

“Ready, Ky?” Stan’s voice is rough as it covers Kyle's muffled whimpers as he presses a large digit into Kyle’s ready entrance, drawing a moan out of the pale man. Stan begins to thrust his digit into Kyle’s entrance, feeling the ring of muscle clench needily around his digit, drawing a strangled grone from him as he quickly inserts a second one, scissoring them with slight care yet at a quick speed before withdrawing them both as he watches his lover clench around nothing. The pale king lets out an annoyed grunt,

“Just put it in Stanley, please!” Kyle’s voice pitches a few tones higher as he tries to wiggle his hips needily to Stan, Stan grunts as Kyle grinds into his throbbing member before taking his cock into his fist beginning to teasing his tip against Kyle's entrance. Kyle moans as the thick head of Stan’s cock stretches him open in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his slender fingers turning white as he digs his fingertips into the sheets, his body shuddering as Stan continues to thrust himself into Kyle. Stan grunt as he feels Kyle’s thighs press against him, causing him to sink further into the skinny elf drawing forth louder whimpers and mewls that he stifles using his hand as he quickly covers Kyle’s mouth. Stan gives Kyle a moment to adjust before he presses the rest of his cock into Kyle as he groans, the feeling of the king clenching around him continues to draw breathy and deep moans as he begins to slide out before thrusting back in settingling into a rhythm. The muffled cries and moans coming from the elf spurred the half orc to pick up his pace, his hand wrapping around the king’s twitching slender length and pumping it in time to his rough thrusting. The chamber filled with the soft muffled sounds of the elf king’s moans and the panting groans of his Knight as they both chase release, Stan’s rhythm becomes sloppy and rough as he reaches closer to his high, his hand working to drag his sensitive lover to the same climax. A muffled cry from Kyle is the only warning Stan gets before the elf’s lower back and hips arch slightly as he climaxes across both his own stomach and stan’s, the feeling of kyle’s body clamping down on the half orc’s member drags Stan into his own climax. A final cry of Stan’s name leaves the king’s lips as he feels his lover fill him full of his cum as the two pant in sync, coming down from their highs as they press close together under the sheets enjoying the feeling of being one.

After a few calm moments of observing Kyle's sleeping face and making sure that the king was fully asleep Stan slips from the covers and pulls his trousers and boots on before placing an item on the king’s bedside table and slips from the room and into the silence of the hallways.

#south park #kyle x stan #elfwalker #stick of truth #south park smut

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up-side-in-side-out · 21 days

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tiniedemon · 1 year

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turning page

stan marsh / kyle broflovski

stick of truth au

inspired by ‘turning page’ by sleeping at last

it was accidental. elf king kyle was only ever supposed to be his ruler, his first in command. stan was his ranger, nothing more.

he wasn’t sure when he started to look at the king differently; when he started noticing the way the light hit his face and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. he wasn’t sure when it happened, but it did. he found himself staring more often than not, observing the king’s mannerisms and appearance.

kyle had caught him a few times, but never truly lingered on it. after all, stan was supposed to be his guard dog. nothing more, nothing less. it made sense to kyle that stan would be watching him. kyle tried to ignore the aching longing in his chest every time he locked eyes with stan.

the ranger always seemed to be in some faraway place, brown eyes distant and full lips smiling absently. kyle admired him during these moments. the shine of his black hair under his helmet, the freckles spotting his tanned cheeks, the curl of his pink lips.

kyle didn’t want to admit that he was in love with his subject, but he didn’t truly have a choice. he was in love with stan marshwalker, his guard dog, his right hand man.

kyle mulled over this inside his chambers, arm under his head, fingers toying with his hair. he was under a lot of stress keeping this secret, every muscle beginning to tighten with every day he spent hiding it. he wanted so desperately to confess to stan, to feel the touch of stan’s fingertips against his face, the passion of the ranger’s lips touching his. he longed for it more than he longed for oxygen.

“marshwalker,” he called, green eyes flickering to the chamber door. he heard shuffling from outside, then the twist of the doorknob, and the creak of the door opening. it shut behind the ranger with a click, the dark haired man falling to a knee with his head bowed for his king.

“yes, your majesty?” the male inquired, his voice soft in the quiet of the bedroom. a flickering candle illuminated the bottom half of his face, casting a yellow light against his rounded nose and pursed lips.

“stand, stanley,” kyle instructed, voice fond and mouth smiling. the ginger leaned forward in his bed, arm bent at the elbow and supporting his upper body. stan shot him a glance, lingering on the open space of his bare chest, rising into a standing position. he stood silently, awaiting the king’s next words.

“come sit, stanley. i need to confess something,” the king spoke softly, affection dripping from his every word. stan approached apprehensively, adams apple bobbing as he gulped. kyle could hear his shaky breathing, his free hand sliding to cover stan’s as the male sat atop the mattress.

“what is it you need to confess?” stan inquired, voice shaky and eyes averted. kyle leaned forward further, craning his neck in hopes of catching his favored subject’s eye.

“my heart,” kyle whispered, linking his fingers with stan’s. “it burns for you. every moment i’m alive, i am breathing for you. everything i do is for you, stanley.”

stan stilled, his eyes locking with the king’s, widened and full of shock. his lips were parted, cheeks flushed, breathing deadly silent.

“you don’t mean that,” he finally whispered, voice so meek it broke kyle’s heart. the king chuckled, inching closer to his ranger, head leaned to the side.

“why would i say something i don’t mean, stanley?” he responded, eyes softening. “i am an honest man. i’d never lie, especially to the man i love.”

“you can’t love me,” stan protested, eyes shooting to his lap. “i am no prince, nor king. i’m not worthy.”

“worthiness has naught to do with love, darling. you are the only being i could possibly harbor affection for,” kyle whispered, sitting up fully. he shimmied across his bed to sit beside stan, feet touching the floor beside stan’s, hand falling atop the man’s thigh.

“i don’t understand,” stan breathed, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. “how could a king love a ranger like me?”

“i don’t entirely understand it either. i thought i was incapable of love, but you are a thief, guilty of stealing my beating heart from my chest. it lay in your hands now, ranger. choose your next moves wisely, for my universe rests in your palms.”

stanley was silent, avoidant of kyle’s gaze, eyes still blown wide and lips still parted. he stole a glance to the king’s face, a longing buried deep in his eyes, brows furrowed thoughtfully.

“i’ve loved you for ages, my king,” he finally whispered, turning his hand and slipping it beneath kyle’s. the king bore a sigh of pure relief, his face and shoulders losing every ounce of tension they once carried so strongly.

“then i ask of you one thing,” kyle breathed, inching ever closer to the man he loved. “be mine, darling.”

“i will,” stan responded instantly, finally locking eyes with the man beside him. kyle wore the kindest smile stan had ever seen, a smile he wanted to kiss until he no longer could.

“sleep, beside me,” kyle murmured, inching back in his bed. stanley slid off his boots, placed his helmet on the bedside table, and sunk in beside his king. the ginger made himself comfortable, head stop stanley’s chest, ear pressed to his racing heart.

stanley was sure, for a few hours at the least, that he was dreaming. he’d pinched himself many times, just to solidify his sense of reality, and he never woke up. he was conscious, and his king was truly his.

#stan marsh x kyle broflovski

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empressofthesunwriter · 11 months

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The Magician's Quest

SoT AU: Her homeland invaded, her parents died, and all Magic was outlawed. Dark Magician N.K. is on the run from the Inquisition, who wants nothing more than to burn her at a stake. She finds herself in Zaron, the Human Kingdom, not knowing that she stepped into a war for the most powerful relict of them all. A legend, which is reality. The Stick of Truth.

I always wanted to write a Stick of Truth AU and here I am. I will update this once per week on any Tuesday timezone Cest Utc+2.

Also since Post Covid I wanted to write for the adult kids with adult themes without people screaming at me I can’t write smut for fictional characters.

So all characters are over 18 but their age isn’t named. Image them how you like them. Post-Covid special or your own fantasy. :D

Happy reading now.

Prolog

She was so tired.

Tired and hungry.

Tired, hungry, and dirty.

When was the last time she slept well?

As her parents were still alive.

When was the last time she eat?

Last Monday, when she stole from the Traveling Merchant an apple.

When was the last time she washed herself?

Two days ago in the little waterfall between Zaron and Larnion.

Now she was here.

Finally.

In Zaron.

She know that the Human Kingdom was led by the legendary Grand Wizard Eric Cartman.

He always searched for promising Mages in his court.

Some said he had an obsession with magic and any new magician brought him new wisdom about it.

Some said he was fast annoyed with his magician and throw them out like rotten tomatoes.

N.K. didn’t care for rumors.

She only cared about to find finally a place where she would be safe.

Her homeland was invaded by the Purists of the True Light. They were mostly human but had a scary knowledge of how to counter Magic. Themselves said their prayers to their god made them immune to Magic.

The brunette woman only know that her mother, her beloved mother, and the Queen’s Court Magician, had been ripped apart by a shining light, nothing left of her.

Father tried to run away with her, but the Inquisitors of the Purists got him too.

And they didn’t stop.

N.K. saw half of her town killed in cold blood. She felt ashamed that she used this chaos to run away and not to fight.

Yet, how could she not fulfill her father’s last request for her?

“Live my little princess. For me and your mother!”

These words haunted her sleep.

Like the screams of agony and the shouted accusation of her death neighbors and friends.

“Why didn’t you help us?”

“You coward!”

“You were the next Court Magician, why N.K.?”

“All your power, all your talent, for nothing!”

“Traitor!”

She breathes heavily and grips her cloak.

The castle of Kupa Keeps looms in the distance.

N.K. knows it’s not good to think about her nightmares. She needs to get to the castle before it gets dark. She is already weak enough and can’t risk getting attacked in the forest. She needs to conserve her energy.

So she grits her teeth, walking to her hopeful new home.

Paladin Butters the Merciful has secrets.

Secrets that would have her killed if her king ever found them out.

One…she was born as a man, but deep down she knows she should have been a woman.

All right, this would probably not get her killed. Eric accepts even Princess Kenny, but her parents would be so disappointed in her.

She can’t risk their disappointment again.

As she was born without any indication of being able to learn the higher Magics and become the Court Magician, she had been grounded for a whole year.

If Princess Kenny with her sister didn’t visit her at night, she would have turned crazy.

So no, she can’t go back to that.

Her second and biggest secret is what will for sure get her killed…she loved the wrong man.

He was a proud and powerful Ranger with the cutest and fiercest wolf companion.

And an elf.

Yep, she loved the famous and feared by humans Stanley Marshwalker, the right-hand man of the High Elf King.

“I hate that we can only meet like this, Marianne.”, groans Stan into her neck, as they lay together on the forest floor, after one of their secret couplings.

She is still in wonder that he also loves her. She had heard the rumors that he was once engaged to the right-hand woman of the Amazon Queen, Lady Wendy from the Falling Trees.

Nonetheless, after that fateful day two years ago, Stan was hers as she was his now.

Marianne, the name she chooses for herself and only Stan, Princess Kenny, and Princess Karen used to her in private, strokes with one hand her loves beautiful black hair, while she looks at the sun.

“Oh hamburgers, I need to go.”, she shrieks.

How she wished she could simulate a more feminine voice like Princess Kenny!

She hates all this… manliness on her. That’s why she insists that Stan takes her always…she doesn’t want to use the thing between her legs as much as she can.

Stan grips her hips, narrow and not womanly at all, urgh, whining into her ear.

“No, Bunny, come on! We just got here!”

“Stanley we had sex for like three hours. I really need to go or the Wizard King will be awful cross with me!”

“Come with me, please.”, he begs her like every time they meet. “Leave Zaron and come with me to Larnion. There you can be yourself and we can wed.”

“Stan, you know I can’t. My parents still need me. And I can’t leave Princess Kenny and Karen all alone.”, she reminds him, carefully ripping his hands from her body and searching for her robe.

Stan still lays naked on the forest ground, his cape used as a blanket, and crosses his arms behind his head, while she gets dressed.

“Marianne, Bunny, I know that you hate it when I say it, but your parents are assholes! Fuck them, they don’t deserve you.”

She places her Paladin band on her head and puts her long blond hair into a ponytail. That’s the only feminine thing she is allowed do to without raising suspicions.

“They will not live forever. One day…I will be free.”, she mumbles, yet Stan hears her.

He looks with his big brown eyes at her sadly.

“Bunny…you know how tensions are rising again. Our two lands could get to war anytime and we could face each other on the battlefield. What should we do then?”

The blond-haired woman bites her lips.

She doesn’t have an answer for that.

They part like they always part.

With a lot of kisses, bittersweet and painful, and promises of undying love.

Marianne wonders how long they can keep this going. It’s a miracle that in two years no one got suspensions on them, but how long will their luck last?

Is Stan right and war is on the horizon?

What should she do if she has to fight elves again? Stan’s friends, family, and brothers-in-arms.

What should she do if she had to fight Stan?

She doesn’t want to think about it.

A loud sign left her mouth.

Why can’t she be just happy with Stan?

Why was she born human and he elf?

Marianne feels like this famous female character in one of the plays she saw in the Kingdom.

Juliette was her name.

For Juliette and her Romeo, their love ended in death.

She doesn’t want this for her and Stan.

That’s when she sees a cloaked figure on the way to Kupa Keep. She takes note of this person because they can barely stand. They shake uncontrolled and breathe really heavily.

“Hey, traveler, you all right?”, she asks, walking faster to reach them.

It’s good that she does it since the unknown person loses their stepping and falls down on the ground!

“Hamburgers!”

She kneels down and helps the traveler to sit up. This way the hood of the person falls off.

Marianne can see that the poor soul is a young woman.

Dirty, matted long brown hair which smells like rotten food cascades down to her wide hips. She wears a pink-blue magician outfit, which the female magicians of the Land of the Winning Sun are famous for.

The paladin gasped, while the mage groans, her eyes rolling into her head. The poor girl fainted.

Winning Sun was conquered two months ago and they have heard that the Purist of the True Light killed all the magicians there.

All, besides the woman in her arms it seems.

Determined Marianne takes her bridal style, making haste to Kupa Keep.

She will be damned if someone dies under her eyes!

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