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Grievance

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader

⇢ genre: superpowers ; the fractured but whole AU

⇢ synopsis: ❝Nothing makes us as lonely as our secrets—they're a prison whose truth may bring despair. If only the threat of death wasn’t involved to push you further into isolation.❞

⇢ warning: graphic descriptions of violence

⇢ [AO3 link]

The frigid air causes goosebumps to run along my exposed skin, my short skirt not providing any sort of reprieve against the cold. The moonlight cascades down from the night sky, peeking through overcast clouds and providing a sliver of luminescence against the darkness surrounding me. This is typically the conditions that come into play whenever I adorn this costume, as such from the shitty town called South Park.

My perch on the high building’s ledge allows me to have a good view of the commotion currently occurring and gives me leverage over those on the floor, the concrete cold and rough against the back of my thighs. Down below, a cacophony of sharp sounds and grunts could be heard. Loud hollering occasionally joins the racket in the form of shit talking and directions being thrown around. I languidly watch the constantly moving bodies, my eyes lazily following their actions as my legs dangle from the rooftop. Every move they make is familiar, easy to read after years of observation.

I pull both of my legs up and plant an elbow on my thigh to cup one of my cheeks, a corner of my mouth slightly rising at a particular punch that flawlessly executes a last minute save against its assailant. When every member of the defensive team is either unconscious or apprehended, I stand to my full height and leisurely stretch.

Seeing the group of teens begin to gather around to take into account of what was wrongly stolen, I take it as my cue to crouch my body in preparation of descending my mount. Once my heeled boots lightly hit the floor of the ground that was once below me, I find my form before the colorfully assorted group of superheroes. I announce my arrival by slowly clapping my hands at their success, a smirk decorating my face.

“Ah, fuck. What the hell do you want again, you no named bitch?” The Coon curses when he notices me, a look of irritation crossing his features.

The ground is littered in glass and rubble, buildings having been ripped through with heavy cement bricks scattered around them. I ignore the group of heroes and their wary looks as I take in my surroundings, surveying the damage and feeling glee at the ruin all around us. Despite saving whatever poor fool that got robbed, they would definitely get into shit for causing so much structural damage in the town.

“Just wanted to stop by and say hi to my favorite oversized rat! It’s always a delight to see your fursona struggle to bring your fatass arms up when you fight!” I sweetly smile at the larger teen as he snarls, my lips curving in faux innocence.

The Human Kite tiredly rolls his eyes at the expected response I evoke, the verbal assault between the two of us familiar after years of confrontations between the group and I. Meanwhile, Fastpass and Mysterion grab onto the shoulders of the furious hero to prevent him from lunging at me despite his struggling. I spot a pile of scorching metal, flumes of smoke rising off of the utterly crushed vehicle and disappearing into the unending abyss of the sky.

“Aye! Fuck off, you stupid skank!”

I ignore the shrill screeches of his insults and quickly dart my eyes around, scanning every figure in front of me until I see the hands that are tensely gripping onto a lumpy pillow case. Bingo.

I softly smile and extend an arm in front of my body, my palm facing up. “Tweek.”

“Ack!” His body badly jolts at the name drop and I can't help the fond smile crossing my expression at his reaction.

Anonymity was a thing in the past with the vigilantes of South Park, especially when your given name is also in your superhero alias like Wonder Tweek or Super Craig. It also didn’t help that their costumes didn’t provide any element of surprise as Tupperware’s face is visible against the clear material of his head piece, or how Toolshed only has yellow shades adorning his face. The townspeople don’t know any of their identities as they’re only active when the darkness of the night can conceal them, but I do.

What once started as a game of pretend when they were younger became reality when a visit to Mephesto Genetics Lab resulted in a freak accident that made their powers become real. Since then, the teens decided to take up the responsibility of having special abilities by keeping the town safe with daily patrols almost every night.

“Please?” I lightly coo at the shaking blonde when he doesn’t move, gently coaxing him to relent the stolen treasure that the heroes reclaimed.

His eyes dart back and forth in panic, his anxiety causing his tight hold on the material in his hands to become white. They could’ve all easily evaded this confrontation if they had left the site as soon as they were done, but being known heroes meant that they had to touch point with the police before calling it a night.

When the rest of the guys take a threatening step forward, I roll my eyes and let out a sigh. I bring my hands into fists in front of me, slightly crouching in a defensive stance.

The hard way it is.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

The sharp sound of a bell announces my departure from the store, a lollipop in my mouth as I count the bundle of cash in my hands. I throw away the pillow case that held onto the pile of stolen jewelry I obtained from the local crime fighters last night into a dirty dumpster in an alleyway.

I hum in happiness around the hard candy when the number is a lot higher than I was anticipating and I map out a route in my head to efficiently get to all of the stores I want to go to. Food is my top priority and the remaining amount of money can go to clothes and other miscellaneous things, I decide.

When a multitude of both paper and plastic bags heavily adorn the crooks of both of my arms, I leisurely make my way across the town for my final destination. A smile starts to grow on my face the closer I get and when I cross the tell-tale sight of rickety train tracks, an excited grin overtakes my face as my pearly white teeth make their appearance.

“Princess! What’s your cute ass doing around these parts?” The door opens to Kenny’s handsome face as he presses a quick kiss to my cheek before chivalrously relinquishing me of my heavy haul. He seamlessly takes the shopping bags from my arms in one swift motion, placing a hand on my lower back to guide my body inside the warmth of his home.

“I got you guys groceries.“ I softly smile at the enthusiastic greeting, taking a step past the door frame as I follow the taller teen into his kitchen.

“Thanks, babe. You know I appreciate this, but I really don’t want you to spend your money on us.” Attractive features shoot me a stern gaze over broad shoulders and I just flash a cheeky smile back, these words familiar as they have been reiterated back to me millions of times by the blonde already.

“I know, but I want to. It’s my money so I get to choose what I do with it.” I respond as I always do when he lectures me like this, doing my best to reassure his uneasiness and guilt. If only he knew that all the money I spend on him is from the things I steal from the guys, I bemusedly think to myself.

"Which I don't get! Your brother says you don't have a job and I know your allowance isn't enough to cover these expenses." The fridge door he opens lets in a cool waft of air, causing a small shudder to resound in my whole body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

"Well Stanley never knows what he's talking about, I can't believe you still believe anything he says. Remember when he thought he'd get the memories of the shrimps in his fried rice whenever we ate Chinese food? Fucking idiot."

Kenny continues to put away the food I got for the McCormick family as I perch myself onto their kitchen counter, leisurely swinging my dangling legs back and forth. My teeth bite down onto the hard shell of the almost fully dissolved lollipop in my mouth, an explosion of flavored crystals littering my tongue. Amongst the crushed sweetness is the star of the show–a bubble gum core for me to chew on.

When the pink bubble pops in front of my face, the deflating rubber reveals the blonde stepping in front of my perched form to open the cabinet over my head. From his suddenly close proximity, I take advantage of the view to intently watch the boy’s muscles every time they flex from movement. When he pulls back, his plump lips curve into a lazy smirk, an all knowing look on his attractive face.

His taller frame settles in between my legs once he's finished unloading the groceries, resting his larger hands onto my waist. They slowly slide under my shirt to lightly skim his fingers against my sides, alighting a chain reaction of goosebumps along my arms at the sensation. I giggle when he burrows his face underneath my jaw, feeling his smile on the expanse of skin.

“I love you,” He softly mouths onto my neck before pressing a searing kiss, slowly trailing down until he reaches where the junction of my shoulders meet my neck.

I don’t jolt when he playfully sinks his teeth into my skin, quickly soothing the area with just a quick peck before pulling his head away. There’s a tender smile adorning his face when we make eye contact, one of his hands going up to lightly cradle my cheek.

Sunshine comes in from the window behind me, accentuating the sharp features on the blonde’s attractive face. The ember hues of the bright light of noon brings in a warmth that makes his azure orbs look absolutely mesmerizing, every shade of crystal blue visible to me.

I get lost as I take in the sight in front of me, dazedly appreciating his defined features. From his long lashes to the perfect slope of his nose, the blonde puts every Greek god to shame. It’s as if I’m in a trance as I slowly watch his tongue quickly dart out, lightly wetting his soft pink lips and making them look even more tantalizing and inviting.

I lock my legs around his waist in impatience, bringing him closer to my body and I’m rewarded with a deep chuckle in amusement at my neediness. His smile is smug, the hand on the side of my face sliding back into my hair to rub soothing circles into soft locks.

“Like what you see, beautiful? If you tell me what you want, I’d be happy to give it to you.” The blonde’s voice is quiet despite being the only two in the room, creating an ambiance of intimacy between us. The air is charged, electrifying in the way that my body gets heated at just his words.

“Kenny.”

“Hm?” He drags the word out, a shit eating grin on his face.

I roll my eyes at his teasing before I thread my fingers into a field of blonde hair, roughly tugging the boy closer to my face. When our lips slot together, it starts off unhurried yet passionate before he takes a swipe at my lower lip. I allow him access into my mouth and our tongues slide against each other so beautifully, the hand on my waists squeezing a little tighter at the sensation.

I playfully bite at his lips before I pull away, our faces close to one another as we catch our breaths. Our foreheads lean against each other as every wisp of air that leaves the blonde’s mouth lightly hits my lips, causing my mouth to quirk up at winding him up. Azure eyes darken in clear want at my teasing but before he can pull me in again, a voice cuts through the air.

“Ew, not in the kitchen! We eat here!” I can see Karen over the taller teen’s broad shoulders, her arms crossed and a pout on her usually smiling face as she stands at the doorway.

Kenny doesn’t spare his younger sister a look as he lets out a sigh at the interruption, raising a vulgar middle finger high into the air and planting a final kiss on my lips. I giggle as I break free from his hold, making my way over to the bags that hold the clothes I bought for the younger girl.

When I chance a peek at the blonde boy to smirk at him for the interruption, he just rolls his eyes at me to pop a bubble in his mouth. The sight of pink disappearing behind his mischievous grin makes me realize that my gum is no longer in my mouth.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

From my peripherals, I see Clyde’s form wince when he settles his body down onto a vacant spot on the sofa. It’s easy to feign ignorance about the sudden appearance of cuts and bruises on the boys when we live in a town that’s covered in snow almost all year round. The freezing temperature forces everyone to adorn multiple, thick layers of material lest they risk a case of frostbite.

Frantic excuses get made up on the spot when the dark circles under their eyes are particularly bad after a difficult night of patrol, however. Or when they have to come up with a reason as to why they all need to leave halfway through hanging out at the same time, without the ability to bring me along. None of the boys would ever suspect their precious little sister though and it was simple to play the part.

“You okay?” Small wisps of air hit the shell of my ear after every word, the arms around my waist tightening their hold.

I slightly turn my head to the owner of the voice and give Kenny a kiss on the cheek in reassurance, to let him know that I was fine and to thank him for always checking up on me.

“Just daydreaming again?” The chest I’m leaning against rumbles from his deep chuckle, finding my endearing habit cute. “Sometimes I wish I could go to the world you drift off to when you’re like that… It must be nice since it always has your attention, hm?”

I fiddle with the longer fingers on my waist, playing with the silver rings adorning the taller teen’s digits as a corner of my lips quirk up in a soft smile. My fingers cease their actions to intertwine both of our hands together, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s nice, but no place will ever be comparable if it doesn’t have you.” My voice is hushed, the two of us trapped in our own little bubble at the intimacy of our conversation.

It’s quiet between the two of us for a minute, the other boys in the room tuned out as mere background noise as I give my undivided attention to my blonde haired lover underneath me. His hands break their hold with mine to settle themselves at my waist, effortlessly lifting me up to turn my body towards his.

“… There are times I get scared, though.” He has a thoughtful expression on his face when looks at me, a large hand lifting up to gently caress my cheek. His thumb softly smooths itself over my skin, so light that it feels almost nonexistent. “When you get like that, where do you go..?”

When my head chases after the warmth of his hand, further nuzzling my cheek against the soft skin on his palms, he shakes his head at his silly thought. There’s a teasing lilt to his smooth voice, a small quirk on his lips as he lightly says in the space between us. “Well, as long as you always come back to me then it’s fine.”

"I'd do anything for you, Ken." I turn my head to kiss the inside of the junction where his hand meets his forearm, softly mouthing my words of affirmation to the beating pulse of his wrist.

Both of his hands skim against my sides and I giggle as I try to get my body away from his tickling, tender affection painting Kenny’s visage as he watches me squeal in delight. The blonde teen only relents after he deems my punishment for dazing off enough, small puffs of air softly hitting the skin on his neck as I rest my head against his shoulder and catch my breath.

“My pretty baby.” He mumbles against the crown of my head, bringing his arms back around my waist and lightly squeezing my body in affection.

“I love you.” He brings his lips down to gently say against the skin on my forehead, a large hand of his coming to the back of my head and running his fingers through soft locks of hair.

“I love you more.” I sleepily mumble against the ladder of his neck.

The teen repeats the cathartic motions and the soothing sensation slowly lulls me to unconsciousness, warm in the safe embrace of my lover. When sleep inevitably takes me, I’m slightly jostled out of it when I hear hushed whispering over my form and a pair of cold fingers trailing themselves down my cheeks.

The voices are recognizable as my twin brother and blonde significant other, the comforting lilt of their voices causing a small corner of my lips to softly quirk up. When light touches bring attention to my wet cheeks, it’s then that I realize that I’m crying like I typically do when my dreams take hold of me.

They’re never nightmares like everyone worries and assumes they are, no. Rather, they leave me with faint traces of melancholy, bitter and always lingering. Even if I can’t remember them when I wake up, their presence is constantly looming over me in the waking world.

Like I’m grieving for something. For someone.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

My eyelashes lightly tickle the skin on my cheeks when my eyes flutter open, slowly fighting the last dredges of sleep desperately trying to bring me back in its embrace. The familiar surroundings of my bedroom greets me, evidence of someone transferring me when I was unconscious.

My legs lazily stretch themselves out from under the comforter on my bed, a quiet yawn escaping my slightly parted lips. The harsh light of the brightness on my cellphone screen informs me that it's about an hour after the boys usually depart to begin their nightly patrols.

I take that as my cue to change into the soft material that conceals my identity, leisurely humming to myself as I lift the glass panel of my window open. The cold Colorado air greets me and in my admiration for the stars above me, I begin to cross over the ice frosted grass of my front lawn to the area where it transitions into the asphalt of the sidewalk.

Small wisps of lightly colored air escapes from my mouth, the freezing temperature making my breaths visible. They provide me childish entertainment as they accompany me on my walk, my eyes sparkling in awe at the opacity of the mini clouds.

They disappear into the inky darkness that surrounds my form, much like my vision when white, searing pain blossoms from the back of my skull.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

When I come to, the first thing I notice is the sharp pain racking the inner depths of my head. My ears provide a constant ringing from the force that knocked me unconscious, only my left ear able to hear the faint flickering of the lightbulb hanging above me.

In an effort to soothe the pain, I try to raise my hands, only to wince when the movement jostles the tender skin around my wrists. There are metal restraints keeping me immobile, their surface cool to the touch and heavy.

Hearing the oncoming sounds of footsteps hitting asphalt and the faint baritone of a single person talking, I drop my head back down to feign sleep. This proves to be futile as a large hand shoots out to roughly grab onto the hair at the crown of my head, my eyebrows creasing at the pressure.

“Wake up.” A voice comes from above my lower position, firm and ruthlessly commanding.

I become dizzy and disoriented when a hand makes heavy contact with my face at the lack of response, the strength of the hit forcing my head to the side. The wooden chair I’m seated on wobbles dangerously at the threat of falling onto the floor and I flinch at the point of contact. The rings decorating my assailant’s hands pierce through the soft skin of my cheeks, around the bruises that I can already feel forming.

My eyes water when my head gets yanked back to its original position, tears threatening to leak out of my eyes at the searing pain I feel. “I’m not fucking stupid, you bitch. Quit playing smart and open your damn eyes already.”

I furrow my eyebrows into a glare when I grant myself my vision back, a figure adorned in all black standing in front of me. Their face is concealed by a simple mask covering my perpetrator’s identity, its only features containing slits for a simple pair of eyes and a slope for its nose and mouth. The blank white of its canvas eerily stares down at me, their eyes watching me from the conservative amount of openings.

“Don’t bother trying to escape, your restraints repress your abilities. Or do it, I don’t give a fuck either way. It’s your time and energy to waste, not mine.” I watch as the unnamed stranger steps away to the camera set up on a tripod in front of me, the dreary room of confinement having nothing else aside from a laptop hooked onto the device.

“Now, smile.”

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

When the group of superheroes reconvene for a summary of their individual patrols at their base in Tolkien’s house, the room gets washed in a single shade of vivid bright red. A loud siren sounds out around the room, causing the boys to tense up in their seats after only a few minutes of getting to leisurely lounge around.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Kyle yells to be heard over the cacophony of noise, his hands tight over his ears in an attempt to dull the sound rattling what feels to be every single bone in his body

The alarm is so loud that the waves of its cry causes strong vibrations to reverberate throughout the entire room, the raccoon themed hero curled in on himself from the sensitive hearing his powers grant him. “Turn it off already!”

“I’m fucking trying!” Tolkien frustratedly screams back at the complaints, his fingers busy dancing along the keyboard of the computer in front of him. His chest rapidly heaves up and down at the rush of adrenaline the situation causes him and his teammates, his hands shaky at the pressure of being responsible for everyone’s relief.

Everyone glances around the room in caution once the area gets doused back in the usual warm hues of the yellow overhead light. Sounds of soft but quick breathing echoes throughout the room, Butters quickly rushing to Cartman’s side to check up on the larger teen.

“What the fuck was that?” Stan’s disbelief follows him as he heads to where Tolkien is seated, watching the screen as the teen tries to find the cause.

The others begin to gather around in curiosity once they’ve caught their bearings, their hearts still quickly thundering in their chests at the sudden surprise. “Ngh! Wait. Tolkien, go back. What’s that?”

The aforementioned boy follows the instructions when Tweek notices a foreign logo embedded onto the bottom toolbar of the desktop, its icon a simple design of a black and white robot head. Everyone waits with bated breaths as it loads, the screen opening up to a live feed of an area they’ve never seen before.

"W-wuh-what the fuck..." Jimmy trails off, staring at what resembles to be a room that one would normally see appear in a horror movie.

The image is distorted with concrete walls surrounding the only thing on the screen: my unconscious form sitting on a chair with my head so low that my chin touches the fabric of my costumed chest. Silky locks of hair spill all over my face, matted with an assortment of sweat, tears, and blood. When nothing happens save for the unreliable flickering on the lone lightbulb above my frame, Kyle meekly speaks up for the team.

“… Hello?”

“Ah, you’ve finally answered. I was getting bored, two more minutes and I would’ve killed her.” A disfigured voice speaks up, their identity artificially altered by a program to modify what they sound like in real time.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Craig speaks up, his eyebrows furrowed at the bodiless voice.

Several pairs of eyes watch with bated breaths as a figure makes its appearance on the screen, doned in all black and just a white mask as they take their time walking to my unconscious form in the center of the room. They stand behind the chair I’m restrained in as they once again grab a handful of my hair, carelessly pulling my head up.

What were once closed eyes quickly open up in surprise when the ring adorned hands thunder back down onto my already mottled skin, an array of purples and reds painting my once blemish free face. At the harsh contact, my chest desperately struggles to heave in a deep breath of air after it gets knocked out of my body. It rattles inside my tight chest, the sore length of my neck trying to hungrily force the oxygen in.

I pathetically wheeze as my body doubles over, the hand sliding to the back of my head to pull me back up. My chest burns and I feel tears begin to build up in the corner of my eyes, frustration steadily mounting at the onslaught of pain and lack of air.

“That’s…” Butters trails off, his eyebrows creased when they see the unnamed girl who frequently appears after a job.

While a bane to their group’s existence for throwing away their hard work whenever they obtain stolen goods back from thieves or successfully divert a robbery, I’ve always put care into pulling my punches and attacking only when necessary. My hands have barely skimmed their skin or put a scratch on any of them, only focusing on the material aspect of their missions.

Despite this, I’m still in shock when their bodies go rigid in extreme disbelief at the sight in front of them. When they’ve identified the person who’s able to outsmart them countless times, caught like this and under the extreme mercy of another.

“Won’t you say hi to them?” The masked figure asks, their voice soft in contrast to their actions. When my words struggle to get out of my throat despite my efforts to force it out, one of their hands shoots out to grab onto both of my cheeks. They roughly push the skin on my face together from their tight grip, the strength behind their hold steadily increasing when the silence stretches on.

“H-hello!” My voice hurriedly squeezes out through my raw throat, my voice cracking as my body trembles.

“Good.” The hand drops and I start to get dizzy when all the pain from my captor's previous inflictions return at full force. While waiting for the super powered teens to answer their call, they dedicated their time to abusing my body with their bare fists and boot covered feet for mere entertainment.

My head unsteadily balances on my neck, disoriented from the hurt I feel all around. The hand returns to the back of my head to pull on my hair, forcing my head back upright. It’s a nonverbal warning to keep it up lest I want a punishment for disobedience and I start to see black dots dancing along my vision.

“Holy shit…” Clyde’s face goes pale white at the visible injuries littering my exposed skin, his stomach nauseous at the multitude and severity of each one.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!” Craig barks out his unanswered question from earlier, seething at what appears to be the cruel torture of a girl in front of all their eyes.

Everyone mimics the monotonous boy’s body language, all of their fists clenched in anger and shaking at the injustice of the masked figure’s unexplained actions. The silence stretches on for a bit, my captor not in a rush to answer.

“Why is it that you don’t want them to know of your identity, hm? Do you feel shame for the dirty methods you partake in to earn the money that you feed back to them?” The distorted voice says but the superheroes just furrow their eyebrows in confusion before they realize that the words aren’t directed to them, but towards me.

For once, my assailant’s touch is gentle against me as they bring a finger up to lightly skim at the skin on my tender cheek. I swallow in anticipation of the pain they may inflict, my throat audibly swallowing in nervousness.

“Let me tell you boys a story. A tale about a close group of children who in their ignorance, were granted unimaginable powers. What they didn’t know was that there was another one on that fateful day they obtained their abilities.” My breathing picks up at their words, my heart rapidly beating in my chest and threatening to rip through bone and flesh.

No, no.

Please don’t.

My perpetrator takes the time to watch the fear flash through my eyes, a lilt of amusement coursing through their next words. “You see, they all grew up together. They did everything together. None of the people in the town they lived in ever saw any of them by themselves, always accompanied no matter the time of day or the task at hand. But if that’s true… Why wasn’t anyone there when the little girl got experimented on? Why did everyone else get abilities when only she suffered?”

I maintain eye contact as dread courses through my tired body, a twinkle of delight in my assailant’s eyes. Their fingers lightly trail to the edge of my mask and it feels like I’m hyperventilating when only the sound of my rapid breathing fills the space between us.

They tug on the material resting on my face, gently pulling on it more and more. When the item that conceals my identity dangles precariously, holding onto the last vestige of hold it has on my skin, I clench my eyes shut in inevitable defeat.

“Right, Y/N?” I feel the fabric fall onto my lap as the boys gasp in disbelief and horror at the reveal of the group's baby sister, tears leaking out of the corner of my eyes. They trail down my cheeks, the cuts on my face stinging at the salty residue.

My chest rapidly heaves as sobs rack throughout my entire body, the figure to the side of me using their thumb to wipe the tears on my face with faux sympathy as they continue their story. “They never saw so they never knew. She kept it hidden, the only secret ever existing within the close-knit group. What did they say, when they released you that day? Hm, Y/N?”

The finger on my face halts at their task of futilely swiping the liquid on my cheek, applying a menacing pressure in nonverbal threat against my skin. I can't breathe through the sobs but I force my words out anyway, citing the very words the scientists at Mephesto’s ingrained into my brain from an early age.

“T-that I had to give them m-money and my silence until the day I died for giving me my abilities. That if I d-didn’t, my family, friends, and their own families would p-pay the price. That I had a debt to pay for the g-generosity they bestowed upon me.”

“Good girl.” Their hand grabs onto my chin, forcing my head to directly face the camera. The masked figure mocks the boys, a playful pout can be heard through their voice despite the material on their face.

Taunting, they ask in place for me. “Where were any of you when that happened? Why weren’t you there when those big, bad men were hurting her? But most importantly: where were you, big brother?”

They relinquish their hold, loud laughter cutting through sharp at the oppressive air of the tense situation. The sound only increases in volume when they see Stan shake in unfathomable anger, his fists clenched and his jaw tense. Amusement fills every pore of their body when none of the boys still haven’t been able to speak through the fear that paralyzes them. Similar thoughts consume their mind—failure, disbelief, anger.

How can this be?

How did I save everyone but the person who needed it the most, the person that’s always been right in front of me?

My assailant cruelly spits out, further inciting them to drown even deeper into their downward spiral of self destruction. “Why haven’t you noticed, Kenny? When she confronts you guys every night? Your own significant other, the person you’re supposed to hold the closest to your heart. Do you, perhaps… Not love her enough?”

The masked perpetrator laughs as they savagely spit each of their names out venomously, as if they were acid dropping free from their tongue. I loudly wail at the cruelty of the person beside me as they try their hardest to push the boys over the edge of their sanity. My sobs rip though my throat, loud and full of anguish. It hurts—the truth and the despair that comes with it.

The sadistic figure resumes their tale, their lips cruelly curving their face as they see the twin trails of tears begin to devastatingly pour down every superhero’s face. “And so, the little girl obtained a seed of resentment into the depths of her stomach from the bad men’s actions. It grew every single time she was left alone to bear the burden of repaying for all of their abilities. For the safety of all of their families and friends. It sprouted a new leaf every single time she lay in bed at night, wondering why the one day she was left all alone, this happened to her.”

All of the boys silently cry as they ruminate in their failure because really, what can they say?

I’m sorry for never noticing?

What good can an apology do, a few measly words in an attempt to fix whatever damage that was already done? When all of this information has been festering in the dark for years, being revealed by a stranger no less. Because truly, how did they not know?

How can they pride themselves on the work they do when they didn’t save one of the most important people in their lives: one of their own?

What was the use of having these abilities if they couldn’t protect those they hold dearest to them?

How have they not noticed when they’ve all seen each other every single day for years, since they were literal babies?

How were they so blind, so ignorant to have not noticed when she appeared in front of them every night?

“… Pathetic, not even a word said in defense. It seems they have nothing to say to you, Y/N. Say goodbye for now.”

But before I can let out a word through my mouth, they disconnect the call. Because really, why did I have to be the one to say something? Did the boys truly have nothing to say? Maybe… The masked figure was right.

I decide right there and then that I wasn't going to grieve any longer for the childhood and life I lost, that it was their turn now. And with this epiphany, this moment of realization—that was the last time I saw the boys. Not ever, but as their friend. As their little sister. As his significant other. I remove the metaphorical rose-colored glasses that tinted my thoughts, the ones that led me to defend the boys for their ignorance to my torture.

Because after this fateful day, they only ever saw me on the other side of the battlefield—as their enemy.

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b33buzz · 3 years

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The difference between fanon and canon creek and tweek is so funny to me LMAO

#south park fandom #south park #south park craig #south park tweek #south park ships #south park creek #sp creek #sp fandom #sp craig #sp tweek #sp ships #some of y’all make tweek so innocent for why #Mans legit pulled a rocket launcher on someone to save the main boys HAHA #also he is like legit always on drugs cause of his parents force feeding him that coffee rip #I still love all your art tho y’all are talented asf #and I will still gladly consume that beautiful content 😌

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sparkles-and-trash · 4 years

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My fav 3 versions/interpretations of South Park characters thing!

I’m so sorry this took much longer than anticipated, I was gonna do it Friday but then I had a panic attack for the first time in forever because my CFS have been real bad lately and I was in such bad shape my BFF had to come and smack me back to life, and Sunday was suddenly full on breakdown day, a bad BPD episode and yeah, it was rough, but today I’m doing better and I realize nobody really cares about my personal issues lol but I just have a need to excuse myself here and I realize that’s kinda dumb but here we are ANYWAYS I hope these are okay, and that these are in no way the RIGHT interpretations, just my personal favorites!

Kyle:

suggested by the wonderful @otherluces <3

I’m not gonna lie, I love nerdy, preppy Kyle. Sweater-vests, collard shirts, doesn’t realize how attractive he is Kyle, oblivious to people having crushes on him Kyle, set on Harvard to become a lawyer and fight for justice and argue for a living, yanno?

I also really like the more dorky and nerdy Kyle, where he has really niché interests that he gets totally invested in and talks about 24/7, loves reading and studying, but not just to get good results, but because he genuinly enjoys it.

The last version I can think of with him, is the tall, lanky and kinda hard to read Kyle. He keeps a lot of his feelings to himself, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them. He plays basketball, he’s good at it too, and while he does well in school and everyone expects him to go into law, he has some totally different dream he keeps to himself for now. He kinda perks up a bit when in smaller crowds, esp with his cloest friends, but he still carries a lot of secrets that some time needs to come out.

Tweek:

suggested by my new fren @soft-craig-and-tweek ^^

I like Tweek in so many ways these were hard to pick, but I’mma try to narrow it down a bit and not go totally off haha

I actually quite enjoy the jagged, tired Tweek, the one who with help from friends and family manage to get off the meth his parents feed him secretly, but who still struggle with withdrawal, dark bags under his eyes, kinda pale and with sharp features, but he’s still a sweet and kind boy, a boy who wants to make the right choices and change the world to a better place, but who still has a darkness he carries, and the fact that he never gives up that fight is what makes him so special

and okay I have to be honest, I do love myself some sunshine boy Tweek. This Tweek still has issues, he is maybe even more anxious than the last one, but he’s also just as vibrant and energetic as he is anxious! He is an artist, he paints with bright colors, he composes beautiful, hopeful melodies, he feels everything so much, and he is a contagious and exciting person to be around. Cannot dress for the life of him. So much mis-match and odd outfits, but it kinda works?

The last one I’m gonna mention for this wonderful boy, is the more alternative Tweek. He writes obscure poetry, he watches too many conspiracy theory videos on youtube, he draws the monsters in his mind, and he writes the scariest, most hauntingly beautiful stories on the internet, and people online love him. He has no idea how to deal with being popular in that sense, because irl he is the type to not belong to a certain friend group, but he does go along well with most people on a surface level. Dark circles, shaky hands, crooked and cute smiles, baggy t-shirts and ripped jeans. When he first opens up to someone, he really, really does, and he will always support and be there for you. If you deserve it, that is.

Nichole:

also suggested by @soft-craig-and-tweek <3

I love nerdy Nichole who isn’t afraid to show it! Maybe she’s a streamer or youtube gamer even, I can def see her writing fanfiction, and being hella good at it too! Makes quite a name for herself online, and hangs out with the boys a lot irl, has game nights with the boys from Board Girls (even Cartman sometimes), is funny in a sarcastic way, but never mean.

Popular girl Nichole is also a favorite for me, but not in the “classical” sense. I imagine her to be a sporty, maybe on both the basket and volleyball team, captain for the basket one, she’s a born leader, she’s kind and fair, but can also be strict, and people always trust her to be honest and true.

Artsy Nichole!! I imagine her in bright yellow dresses and with her hair flowing and free, with flowers in her hair, freckles on her face, a big, genuine smile, a loud laughter that is so contagious, she loves spending time with Jimmy because they have a very similar humor, and she’s a theater kid, she sings like an angel and can act, oh boy can she act, she can make anyone laugh or cry in just a blink of an eye, she’s just a human sun-ray and I love her a lot

Butters:

suggested by @kinguidamundo, thank you so much!!

I love edgy Butters soooo much??? Like, he’s still a kind and bright boy, but he can also stand up for himself a lot more, he likes fashion a lot, he gets tattoos and piercings, he explores tons of ways to express himself, he’s a yes-dude, he goes out on dates a lot, but isn’t ready for a “real” relationship yet, but he enjoys meeting people and testing out himself around different types of people! Also he is a bi icon change my mind jk u can’t

I have a weak spot for the kind of soft and timid looking Butters too, who wears pastel colors and have big, innocent eyes, he is genuine and kind, but he carries something darker inside, something he isn’t sure how to deal with, something that scares him, but in reality it’s just normal feelings, anger, resentment and fear, but he’s lived his life ignoring them so much they catch him off guard at times. He learns to live with them slowly, and he does so with lots of help and patience from friends and loved ones.

Okay, last one, totally self-indulging here, but yeah, happy sunflower boy is also a big favorite. He is more confident than the previous version, but in a gullible way if that makes any sense? He believes the best in people, and if he is proven wrong, he’s willing to try to help them become better people, if they want to or not! This is honestly the version I love most with Stan, Butters being the ray of sunshine in Stan’s life and Stan being the realism to keep Butters grounded and them both supporting each other so much? Fuck yeah that’s the good stuff.

Clyde:

suggested by @horrorpumpkin, ty sm friend! <3

Himbo Clyde!!! Jock dude who genuinely loves sports, he’s a team player, and while he might not be super intellectual, he is very socially smart, he is kind and empathic, he is funny and likable, he always tries his best to make everyone feel included, and while he loves chicks a lot, and is a sexual dude, he does it with nothing but respect and admiration for the ladies!

Bisexual disaster Clydeeee <3 obv being bi isn’t a personality trait, but he is very open about it, he wants to be confident and good at flirting, but goddamn is he a MESS! He’s also a huge supporter of every single relationship his friends is in, he loves love, in all shapes and forms, he is emotional and kind and awkward in an endearing way.

Can’t leave out crybaby Clyde, can we now? He’s a bit of an awkward bean as well, but he owns it a bit more. He is kinda like a puppy, a cute, excitable and emotional puppy who loves his friends, video games and lazy movie nights, kinda chubby, he loves baking and does it a lot with Tweek, he is also a huge nerd for Harry Potter and totally geek out over it with Kyle and Nichole sdhlksgdhl

Kenny:

suggested by anon!

First up I guess I should put my high school AU Kenny. I know it’s controversial, but I imagine this Kenny to be more on the quiet side, but not really in a shy way. He’s just a bit of an observer who doesn’t speak unless he really sees fit, and while he still has his crude humor and is kinda rumored to be sleeping around a lot, he actually struggle with intimacy issues. He never imagined them to include sexual stuff, but turns out they do, and balancing being sexually open and curious and having these issues ain’t easy on the boy, let me tell you that.

This one is kinda heavily inspired by Luces, but I love him as kind and loyal, but also a bit more chatty and charming, but not for his own gain. He wants others to feel good about themselves, in social settings, his friends, during sexy times, he is selfless and good, but he is also living for the moment, he is a likable and wonderful guy, but he does still only REALLY open up emotionally to people he really trusts. Not traditionally attractive, but interesting looking in a way. Lots of freckles, bit of buck teeth with a big gap between his front teeth, messy kinda curly hair, long straight nose. Always wears baggy hoodies and worn out jeans, shrugs and gives that lopsided smile when people ask him about anything personal.

Mysterious Kennyyyy. You think you know him, everyone does, but in reality, very few have seen the real him. He likes people, and he likes to help them, he’s always down to listen to people’s problems and help them, he wants to inspire kids like himself to never give up and think there’s only one path for them, because he knows there is not. Volunteers at the animal shelter with Stan, works part time at Tweek Bro’s and is good buddies with Tweek. Had a early sexual debut, slept around a bit and got his heart broken unexpectedly when he was a Freshman, so there are some walls there now, but he ain’t usually one to turn down someone who’s up for it and whom with he has good chemistry either.

#kyle broflovski #tweek tweak #nichole daniels #leopold butters stotch #butters stotch #clyde donovan #kenny mccormick #south park #south park headcanon #south park headcanons #sp #South Park tag #sp kenny #sp butters #sp clyde #sp nichole #sp tweek #sp kyle

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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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brianharoldmayjune · 5 years

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We’ve All Got That One Friend (Joe Mazzello x Reader Smut)

Request: I have a request! The boys, younger (late teens early twenties?) where your boyfriend joe takes you to a party with ben and gwilym? Things get steamy but not necessarily sex?

Pairing: College!Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warning: Brief drug use and whole bunch of thigh riding

Notes: Bens thicc ass thighs are mentioned and Gwil being drunk Gwil

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You and Joe had been walking around the liquor store for a good twenty minutes trying to decide what drink to bring to the party the two of your were currently headed to.

You wanted to buy something on the more cheaper side knowing strangers will inevitably be drinking whatever beverage you bring to the party. On the other hand, Joe wanted to get a drink that he would enjoy far more than your options, which were all on the more pricier side.

This left you following behind your boyfriend as if you were a lost puppy, arms crossed and hoping he would decide on a drink so you could get the hell out of there.

“Joey common, the employees are giving us dirty looks. We’ve been here too long,” you sigh, watching as he picks a bottle of Ciroc off of one of the shelves to inspect it, “I’m already tired and we aren't even there yet.”

Placing the bottle back down, Joe turns to you with a sigh and a look of defeat covering his face, “alright, alright- what do you want, the Fireball?” You quickly nod as a smug smile tugged across your lips. He always gave into you. Taking your hand in his, you pick up a bottle of Fireball before paying for it at the cash and heading to the car.

Sitting in the passenger seat holding the bottle as if it were your baby, Joe starts to drive towards your party destination, “Do you think a lot of people will be there?” you question, reaching a hand over to hold his free hand in yours.

“Most likely, it’s one of the first parties of spring and I’m sure people will want to leave their house,” Joe chuckled flashing a smile your direction. “You’ll be catching allll the boys’ eyes,” he dragged out the L, earning an eye roll from you.

You weren’t wearing anything special, just some high rise jeans and a cropped t-shirt paired with sneakers. Nothing special with your makeup either, just a tiny bit of winged eyeliner. But I guess any guy drunk of their ass would find anyone more than thrilling to give them a good shag.

“But I don't want allll their attention,” you respond, dragging out the L similar to Joe, “I only want one boys attention.”

“And who would that be?” Joe asks with a slight eyebrow raise, squeezing your hand gently.

“His name starts with a J,” you smile, focusing all you attention towards him, “and he has floofy hair,” you tilt your head to admire his face, “oh, and can’t forget, he’s got a pretty bad sense of humour.”

“Hey!” Joe squeaked, pulling his hand away from yours, “rude- looks like you just lost his attention,” he continued sarcastically, placing both hands on the wheel.

“I wasn’t even talking about you,” you giggle, “I was going to say Johnny Depp but okay call me rude, I have the alcohol,” you shrug, holding the paper bag closer to your chest.

“Yup, sure you were y/n,” Joe reaches over to hold your hand, like previously, but you are quick to pull it away.

“You called me rude, might have to think before you speak next time,” you try to keep a straight face, but Joe simply leans over the armrest to give your cheek a peck which causes a small grin to crack across your lips.

“Fine truce,” you reach out to hold his hand, only this time he pulls it away.

“I’ll think about it... but look, we’re here,” he smirks to you, parking a few houses down from the designated house.

Inside is a typical party. The rooms and hallways are filled with way too many people, the music is obnoxiously loud, the red solo cups decorate the furniture, and the smell of pot laces the muggy air. You hands are bound together as Joe leads the way through the crowd trying to find the remainder of your friends. Luckly, it didn’t take the two of you that long.

“There’s Ben,” you shout over Joes shoulder, pointing to a couch to the far right where Ben was sitting with a phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Making your way over to him, you both call his name causing him to look up and grin.

“You both made it,” Ben says standing up from his spot on the couch giving yourself and Joe a tight hug.

“Only for you,” Joe winks, scoping out the rest of the room before Ben and himself sat down on the couch.

“You going to sit?” Ben asks as Joe pats the spot between himself and Ben.

“In a moment,” you say loud enough so they could hear you over the music, “I’m going to go find Gwil and look for a few shot glasses so we can have this,” you gesture to the bottle of Fireball in your arms.

The boys nod in unison, as you turn around to embark on your mini journey.

“Be safe, don’t get lost,” Joe yells to you dramatically as Ben blows you an air kiss.

After a few minutes of poking your head into different rooms and gently shoving people to get out of your way, you found Gwil upstairs with a few of his mates. You knock on the open door hoping to grab his attention.

“Y/n,” Gwil says happily, making his way quickly over to you in order to give you a large hug as he towered over your frame. After small banter and joining him in doing a line of dust with the rest of his mates, the two of you made your way downstairs to find shot glasses. After a few struggling minutes of finding cups that had yet to been used, you and Gwil finally found a few and brought them back to Joe and Ben.

“Look who it is,” Joe got up to give Gwil a hug, pulling you down with him as he went back to sit on the couch. You plop in between Joe and Ben, leaning into Joes side while plopping your feet up on the coffee table.

“What took you guys so long?” Ben asked, shoving his phone into his back pocket to focus on the group.

“You know… just doing party things,” you wink to Ben, wiping your nose in the process. Although Ben didn't catch on right away, Joe did and pulled you closer to him as his arm was around your shoulders.

“Skiing... without me?” Joe states while putting a hand to his chest, acting as if he were hurt.

“Oh, don't get your panties in a twist, we brought back shot glasses,” you lean over to look at Gwil who started to fill them to the rim with your cinnamon whiskey.

After Gwil, Joe, Ben and yourself had a glass in hand, Ben made sure to say a tiny speech, “to the upcoming summer filled with plenty more of these kinda nights!”

The three of you repeated his lines with widened smiles on your faces before clinking shot glasses and downing the contents. After three more rounds of shots, which Joe only took part in one due to him being the designated driver, Gwil had disappeared back into the crowd leaving yourself, Joe and Ben outfront sharing Ben’s last cigarette.

Joe's arms were wrapped around you, with your back to his front, resting his chin on the top of your head. At this point of the night, the buzz you had accumulated made your affection towards Joe even stronger, turning around to give him neck kisses every other second.

“I think it’s time we head out, babes,” he spoke into your hair, giving the top of your head a peck.

You nodded in response, “but Bens gonna be left all alone.”

“I’ll be alright, babes,” Ben said in attempts to mock Joe, in which Joe stuck out his tongue in exchange. “I’m gonna wait for Gwil, I said I’d drive him home.”

“See y/n, Bens an adult, he knows what he's doing,” Joe said softly for your drunken state to comprehend. You nod.

“Fine,” you pout, “text me when you get home,” you say to Ben as Joe takes your hand to lead you towards the car.

“Will do ma’ma,” Ben nodded with a smug grin, mouthing to Joe for him to text himself when the two of you got home. Joe planely nodded giving him a wave goodbye, helping you walk to the car. After the two of you got in the car, you were quick to have your hands around Joes neck as you made out with his face.

“Joey, I want you,” you pleaded from the passenger seat as you took in his appearance, daring to break eye contact with him.

“When we get home, I promise,” he said while brushing away your hair from in front of your face, leaning in to give your lips a kiss.

“But I want you now,” you whine, pulling his face back to yours when he broke the kiss.

He sighed gently into your lips, not in frustration, but at how much he adored your wanting for him. “Fine, come ‘ere,” he said lowly into your ear, helping you to pull your body from the passenger seat into his lap.

Nibbling at your ear while rubbing the small of your back that was exposed due to the lack of length your shirt had, you started to rub yourself against his thigh. The tension enough was plenty to get your needy state to your high.

“Think you can cum just by this, baby?” he questions, bringing a hand under your shirt to knead at one of your breasts.

“Mhm,” was all you responded, continuing to rock yourself against his lanky leg. The heat at your core was overwhelming, and by the amount of wetness dripping from your pussy, you were for sure it would leak through your jeans.

“I love when you blush like that,” Joe said inspecting the crimson colour that was coloring your cheeks, bringing a firm kiss to your lips before pulling away, “You look so innocent but you are the complete opposite- so fucking naughty, huh?”

You could tell by the way Joe was speaking that he was trying to turn you on even more, and yeah, it was definitely working. With your forehead resting on his, he brought the hand that was tweeking at your nipples down your front until his index and middle finger started to rub through your jeans above your clit.

That sensation alone drove you right to your high as moans started to flood from your mouth.

“I want you to cum for me,” Joe demanded in a rough tone, his words going straight to your core, “cum for me now.”

And just like how fast his words came, your orgasm was fast to rip through you, your head tilting back as a moan louder than the previous ones erupted from your swollen lips. Your body was soon limp against Joes, your legs continuing to straddle him as one of his hands rested on your hip with the other rubbing your back.

“You’re so beautiful you know that,” Joe hummed, kissing the side of your neck that was exposed as your head rested on his shoulder. All you did was tiredly nod back, sucking at his neck.

Before Joe was able to speak again, a loud whistle came from outside, causing you and Joe to look out the driver side window. To your shock, Ben was trying to pull Gwil away as he was drunkenly making fake moaning noises while asking ben if he could ride his “thick thighs.”

“Sorry,” Ben shouted loud enough for the two of you to hear through the window, as he saw your head embarrassingly go back into Joes shoulder. All Joe did was give him the finger in response.

“You’re fine, I’ll talk to them in the morning,” Joe said reassuringly giving your forehead a kiss.

Your drunk self looked up to Joe, “do you think Ben will let Gwil ride his thick thighs?” you ask with hooded eyes and a smug grin.

“I dunno, guess we’ll find out in the morning,” Joe chuckled, giving your ass a small squeeze before you ventured on your way home for round two.

MASTERLIST

- Yours Truly, R.

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ao3feed-creek · 4 years

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Nothing Was The Same

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by TweekTweak

A group of little children run past me, laughing and enjoying the last of the good weather before Autumn comes to chase it, and I feel a stab of envy somewhere deep inside myself, longing for the innocence of my youth before it was ripped away from me prematurely.

Words: 1412, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: South Park

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Clyde Donovan, Herbert Garrison

Relationships: Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak

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#Tweek x Craig #Craig x Tweek #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

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clandestine-academy · 5 years

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For Tweek: what was one of the weirdest things you accidentally saw/overheard while in ghost form?

Tweek: hhng, dude, that’s way too freaky for me to talk about to strangers on the internet...

Tweek: you do not want to see some of these guys «special alone time» dude... you do not

#clandestine tag #clandestine academy #ask the monsters #south park #south park au #ask south park #tweek tweak #phantom tweek #sp tweek #let’s just say it had to do with Cartman okay #and it got reallt weird really fast #rip tweeks innocence

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uas-fics · 6 years

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Title: The Dark Lord's Offer Summary: The Dark Lord has Bebe kidnapped so he can make her an offer for power. Rating: T for blood and language Ships: Clybe Content Warnings: Death mention Other: Stick of Truth AU

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Bebe was not fond of being on the sharpen end of a spear. She had spent years training to be the one at the other end, but for this time only, she allowed herself to be lead down the echoing halls with a spear at her back.

The tower smelt of death and rot. She could taste it in the back of her mouth. Her stomach turned in protest of the sickening stench. How much of the smell came from the undead and disgusting inhabitants, and how much came from necromantic magic of the Dark Lord, she wasn’t sure.

The vampire in front of her held up her hand as a signal to the ogres flanking Bebe to halt. A tall door towered in front of them. A faint, cold breeze squeezed under it and pressed against Bebe's ankles.

The vampire slipped inside, shutting the door behind her.

With the smartest of her capturers gone, Bebe eyed her surroundings with worry. The hall ended at this door. Shards of broken bone littered the floor. Some of the larger pieces looked as though they had been chewed on.

Maybe the Dark Lord is a dog. Bebe scoffed to herself.

As if hearing her thoughts, one of the ogres picked up larger piece of bone and stuck it between its teeth. She wrinkled up her nose at that.

Ogres were such wretched creatures: simple minded, ugly, smelly, violent, and strong. They followed who ever had the most power. It was no wonder every ogre from all around the lands heeded the Dark Lord's call. There was nothing more powerful than The Stick, and they knew it.

Amongst the stark white shards, something glinted in the light from the wall torches. Bebe fixed her gaze on it.

An arrow head.

She glanced between the ogres flanking her before letting out a gasp and falling to her knees.

"Oh, dear!" She cried in faux pain. "I feel suddenly faint. It must be the stench!" Bebe made sure her hand fell on the arrow head.

"Up!" The ogre ordered. "Up, now, or we stab!" It raised its spear threateningly.

Bebe rolled her eyes, clenching her palm around the arrow head. She stood before sneaking it into her pocket.

"I feel better, thank you for asking." Bebe muttered. She fingered the head a moment. It wasn't as sharp as she had hoped, but there was just enough of the shaft that she could use it as a makeshift dagger if things came to that.

The vampire opened the door then. She nodded to the ogres, who took a step back.

"His Darkness will see you now. Don’t think about trying anything. He is much stronger than you, mortal." The vampire hissed, holding open the door for Bebe.

Bebe squared her shoulders, puffed out her chest, and marched in, the door creaking closed behind her. The breeze blew her cape back. She must have looked particularly heroic at that moment. Good. She wanted this Dark Lord person to be wary of her power.

Shadows shrouded the Dark Lord's throne. Only his knees and stylish purple boots could be seen. He tapped his left foot as Bebe strode up to his throne.

"Why have you kidnapped me?" She demanded before he could speak. "Once my fellow warriors realize I'm missing, they will come. Hell hath no fury as a woman's wrath." She glowered at the darkness.

A rumbling laugh echoed around the throne room. The Dark Lord stood and stepped into the light. Bebe's eyes went wide.

Clyde Donovan smiled at her and held out his arms. It was meant to be a warm smile, but everything about it felt fake.

"Welcome to my tower, Bebe! Sorry I had to have someone escort you, but I didn't want your friends here. You understand, right?" Clyde stopped in front of her. He cranked his head down to look her in the eyes.

The last time they'd seen each other, Clyde was barely the same height as she was. He was a short and stocky, even a little chubby, man, very different than he was now. He towered over her with broad shoulders and a trim body. His eyes, once a warm brown, where now a crimson red. Deep, dark bags sat under them. Bebe wondered when was the last time he had slept.

"Clyde?" Bebe's mouth gaped. "You're the Dark Lord? You stole The Stick?"

Clyde nodded once. "Yes! Isn't it amazing? I built this all, just me. That fat lard of a king was wrong when he said I was useless." A sharp, short laugh escaped his lips. "I showed him, didn't I?"

Bebe shook her head. This didn't make sense. Clyde was a little dense, not evil. He was kind and caring, not a monster who lead an army of the undead from a tower cloaked in night.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked slowly.

Clyde took another step, invading her personal space. His smiled never wavered, and she suppress a shiver.

"To make an offer." Clyde put a heavy gloved hand on her shoulder and lead her to the large window overlooking his fortress. That must be where the breeze was coming from.

"An offer?" She echoed.

He tried to slip his arm around her waist, but she shook him off.

He gritted his teeth a moment before turning to the window. "We use to be something, Bebe. People envied us. The human warrior and the half-elf spear maiden. No one could stand a love like ours." He clenched his hand into a fist with a smirk. "There were people who would kill for what we had before you left for training."

Bebe pursed her lips and said nothing. His words held no lies. They had been Kupa Keep's power couple for years. Even the elf-hating wizard king had to admit he liked them together. When she received an invitation to train amongst the warrior women of the East, however, she couldn't pass that up. That was her dream, after all.

He turned toward her, his hand held out. "Let's be that again, Bebe. I need a queen beside me when I take over the land, and there is no one better for me than you." His smile spread across his face again, threatening to split him in two. "You deserve to be queen. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, and so strong and smart. Please, stay by my side and rule with me, Bebe."

Bebe's mouth felt dry. She ran her tongue around the inside, trying to sort her thoughts.

She couldn't abandon her comrades in arms. She took an oath to protect the weak and innocent. Even if she could leave, Bebe could never join the Dark Lord's army. She saw what they had done, the lives they took.

A thought struck her.

The Stick of Truth made Clyde all powerful. If she could get it away from him, then, maybe, she could turn the tide of the war back in her side's favor, or even end it.

She took a breath. "Let me see The Stick first." She ordered.

"What?" Clyde took a step back, unease in his face. "Why?"

"I want to know if you really have it, for one." Bebe rolled her eyes. "And for two I want to see if it's as powerful as the myths say."

"Oh, it is!" Clyde reassured. "Just look what I'm able to do now!" He held his hand out the window, palm facing the horizon. A flash, then a blast of magic ripped from his hands onto the distance.

"You can use magic?" Bebe gasped, staring in shock.

Clyde nodded. "I know, right? Me, a guy who has more dwarven blood in him than wizard, being able to do something so powerful? It's all because of The Stick."

"I still want to see it. Show it to me, babe." She pressed, tacking on the pet name as added incentive.

Clyde pressed his lips into a line, eyeing Bebe up and down. She batted her eyelashes at him. After a moment, he made a ‘follow-me’ gesture with his hand and walked back towards the throne with Bebe on his heels.

Clyde spun around. The armor on his torso catching the small light from the torches around the room.

"I'll let you see it, but you must stay at least ten paces away." He told her. Bebe nodded and took a few steps back.

"Another two." Clyde said, and Bebe obeyed. He reached pull his under shirt from his pants then began to fiddle with the buckle of his belt.

Bebe clenched her jaw. She knew Clyde well enough and prepared herself to snap at him for pulling his penis out and calling it 'The Stick’. No matter how powerful he became, Clyde was still Clyde at heart.. She snapped her mouth shut a moment before she could yell at him.

The Stick's power could be felt even from ten paces away. The power to bend reality and change the basic rules of nature. Grant magic to the magicless. Turn back time and return the dead to life.

"You...You keep the most powerful magical relic in the universe down your pants?" Bebe's face cringed up in disgust. "By the goddesses, Clyde, what the fuck?"

Clyde smirk slipped into a genuine smile and a soft chuckle came from his lips. He shoved The Stick under his arm and rebuckled his belt.

"It's safe there, isn't it? What man--or woman, for that matter--is going to try and grab my dick midbattle?" Clyde shrugged. He paused a moment, then added, "Well, I think that barbarian the wizard keeps around might not have a problem with it. I've always had this feeling about him."

The rumors Bebe had heard pressed against her teeth. Clyde use to love listening to her gossip, even about people he didn't know. It was how they use to bond. Was that a lure to make her fall into a false sense of security? Possibly. Maybe if she flipped the tables on him, she could use it to her advantage.

"Yeah," Bebe laughed, "I've never asked him directly, but I heard that the paladin has seen Tweek sneaking away from camp with another man late at night. I have seen hickies and love bites on him as well, so there has to be something to the rumor."

Clyde's eyes widened. "Really? Who? I bet it Scott. It was Scott, right? I'm sure I've seen him checking out the knights as he's readied their mounts."

Bebe took a few casual steps forward. "No, I heard it was someone else, and honestly, I could totally see it with him swinging his lance that way, if you know what I mean."

"Who? Who? Do I know him? Think he's checked me out before?" He bounced on his toes, more like a giddy child than an evil warlord. "I know I look good to the ladies, but I've always wondered what guys think about me."

She was only a few steps away from Clyde now. Slipping her hands into her pockets, she gripped the arrow.

"Oh, I'm sure he's eyed you before. How could he not? You're hot, baby," Bebe winked, making him beam with pride, "and he's had ample opportunity, since you two were such good friends."

Bebe watched as the gears turned in his head. Now that she was closer, she could see that the red in his irises faded just a little back to their original brown.

"Oh my gods, it's Craig! I knew it! That's why he can't keep a girlfriend! He doesn't want one! I can't believe he never told me! We’re best friends!" He gasped, covering his mouth with the hand that held The Stick.

Perfect.

Bebe whipped out the arrow and threw it like a dart at Clyde's wrist. His gloves were thicker than she expected, but the arrow did it's job anyway.

Clyde recoiled back. The force knocked The Stick from his hand to his feet. He stumbled back a step, kicking the relic across the floor by mistake.

When he realized what he had done, it was too late. Bebe was already on The Stick.

As her hand reached for it, Clyde screamed, "Bebe, don't touch it!" and threw out his arm. A beam of magic shot from his palm, hitting the top of her hand.

She flinched back with a screech of pain. The cold numbness spreading across her hand did not deter her however. With her other hand, she wrapped her fingers around The Stick.

She heard Clyde yelling, pleading, with her to drop it. She felt the cold wind across her skin and the smooth stone under her knees. She tasted the death in the air and saw the flickering torches.

Then, all of it was gone.

Bebe stood in the middle of a village. She blinked once and looked around to find no one. She carefully walked forward, body tense and ready in case of attack. After a few moments, she relaxed. There was no one here.

As she searched around, she began to notice how strange, yet familiar, the architecture was. Two races built this village, just like the one she grew up in.

At least one of the races was elven, she could tell that. Elves wove nature into their homes. They used trees as supports and vines to hold the buildings together.

Unlike her village, the other race in this one was not human. The other race's architecture was too clumsy and haphazard. Random, large rocks held up sagging buildings. The masonry was ugly at best and down right dangerous at worst.

Bebe froze. She heard something. Careful not to make any noise, she snuck towards the sound. She peeked around the side of a building and gasped.

A child sat curled up against a tree. Sobs shook their little body. In front of them laid two figures, each with an arrow protruding from their bodies. One looked to be an elven woman and the other a large male orc.

Bebe dashed forward towards the child.

"Little one," She crouched down, "are you hurt? What has happened here?"

The child sniffled, but did not lift their head. "It's gone. They're all gone." They whimpered.

Bebe set her hand on the child's straw-colored hair and ruffled it gently. As she did, she noticed a slight point to their ears. The child was probably half elf then.

She looked over her shoulder at the elven woman. As Bebe eyed the body, she realized something odd about her. The elf's hair was as red as the blood from her wound.

That was another oddity to add to this strange place. Only the Elven royalty had hair that red. For a moment, she considered that the woman had a glamour on, but that couldn't be it. Glamours faded upon death.

Continuing to stroke the child's head reassuringly, Bebe turned her attention to the orc. Like all orcs, his face was ugly and misshapen, though perhaps slightly less so than the normal, and his hair was the same golden color as the child's.

"It couldn't be," Bebe muttered to herself. Elves and Orcs hated each other more so than elves and humans. No way one would have a child with the other.

The child sobbed loudly, taking her attention back to them.

"Come on, please, stand up," Bebe bided softly. "I'm going to take you somewhere safe, alright?"

The child paused a moment, then asked, "You're going to help me?"

"Yes, I am, so don't cry." Bebe comforted. She held out her arms. She would carry this child away if she had to.

They seemed to consider her words for a moment before reaching out a thin arm. The second their hand touched her skin, the world burst into flames.

The sky turned black with ash. The smoke made her eyes water and lungs ache. Where there were only two corpses around her before, now were tens. The bodies of elves and orcs and hybrids of the two littered the ground all around. Some died from arrows, others from swords, and some more from magical wounds. Blood from all stained the ground.

A cold, dark laughter over took the sound of the crackling fires. The child's shoulders shook before they threw their head up. Their face contorted into a sneer, purple eyes flashing.

"You're not the heir," they taunted, "but you'll do to help me find them." Their fingernails dug into Bebe's flesh. No matter how hard she pulled, she couldn't break free.

"You and the chubby warrior. With you two, I can get back to where I am supposed to be! I can take my vengeance on those who dare remove me from my proper place! I'll find the heir!" The child cackled, pulling Bebe closer with surprising strength.

"No! Let me go, you hellspawn!" Bebe cried, driving her heels into the ground. "Let me--"

Then it was gone.

Bebe sucked in a breath, her arm recoiling back.

Clyde had torn The Stick from her hand, holding it at arms length away from her with his other hand on her shoulder.

As the shock faded away, Bebe panted. She didn't know what that wase’d and would prefer to never experience it again.

Seeing her staring at him, Clyde dropped The Stick. It clattered to the ground and lay there, as if it were just a normal stick. He turned to fully face her, hands on her cheeks, looking her over with worried-filled brown eyes. He seemed shorter now. The fat around his face and chin had returned.

"Oh gods, Bebe, why did you do that?" Tears rolled down his face. "That thing is dangerous! It wants something, and will use anyone to get it!"

"Clyde?" Bebe blinked. "Clyde, what's going on? What was that?"

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." He pulled her into a hug, stroking her hair. "That stupid thing, it corrupts you. It told me it could help me get revenge on the wizard, and I foolishly accepted."

"Let me help you." Bebe pushed back. She placed her hands on his cheeks this time. "If you abandon The Stick, you can come back with me. Let the Elf and Wizard kings destroy that wretched thing."

Clyde shook his head. His tears ran over the tops of Bebe's fingers.

"I can't. I'm too far into this. Please, Bebe, don't take my offer. Don't stay here in this place of death. Fight against me."

"Oh, baby," she muttered, tears pricking her own eyes. She locked eyes with his for a second, before leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

The tension in his shoulders slacked as he leaned into it. Both their eyes slipped shut.

She'd missed this. She'd missed him. Being strong enough to protect the people she cared about was important to her, but so was Clyde. Hell, he was one of the people she wanted to protect most.

She remembered how he cried like a baby the day she left, but he never told her not to go. He knew what the opportunity meant to her, and he wouldn't stand in the way of that. He loved her enough to let her go.

Clyde was a good, if foolish, man at heart. Seeing him so corrupted by anger and power made her chest ache. He would end up being killed, one way or another. Either by The Stick's evil magic or at the blade of the Dragonborn, there was no future for him if he remained the Dark Lord.

The kiss became more forcefully all of a sudden, stealing her from her thoughts. Her eyes snapped open and were immediately met with Clyde's smug red ones looking back at her.

Bebe gasped and shoved him back. He reached out and grabbed her wounded wrist, holding it too tight. Struggling against his grip, she threw daggers at him with her eyes.

Everything that wasn't 'Clyde' about him had returned in full force.

"I knew you missed me. How could you not?" He jeered. "You still love me."

"No, I don't!" Bebe snapped. "I miss Clyde, I love Clyde, but who you are now isn't Clyde!" In a flash, she threw her free hand back then slapped him across the cheek. “I'll never stand by your side!”

The sound echoed throughout the throne room. Neither of them dare breathe for a heavy moment.

Finally, the surprise wore off Clyde's face. He turned a furious glare to her. He stood, yanking her to her feet, and dragged her to the door. He threw it open and shoved her out into the waiting arms of the ogres.

"I shouldn't have wasted my time with you, bitch." He snarled. "I'll let you go this time, but next time, I won't be so merciful." To the waiting vampire, he spat, "Take this ugly whore back to the tramp camp you found her at. She's useless to me."

Bebe turned, betrayal and anger and worry mingled across her face. After a beat, she settled fully on anger. This wasn't her Clyde anymore, and she would not allow him the satisfaction of knowing the true extent of what his words did to her.

"Fuck you, Clyde." She growled. "You're going to lose this war. The Dragonborn will defeat you. He's a stronger warrior than you can ever be."

Clyde glared at her. "Not when I have The Stick, he's not. He'll be begging for his life at my feet just like the kings, just like their greatest fighters, just like you.”

Bebe didn't reply, instead she began seething down the hall. The ogres froze, unsure what to do, before the vampire snapped at them to follow her.

She expected him to keep goading her or call her names as she stormed away, but instead, he kept quiet and shut the door.

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Clyde listened to the fading footsteps until they disappeared into silence. The moment he thought he was alone, the Dark Lord slumped against the door, slid down to the floor, and began to cry into his hands.

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"Dear me," Princess Kenny placed her hand to her mouth, "that looks terrible." She put Bebe's hand in her lap, tentatively pressing her fingers against the discolored flesh.

The hand Clyde blasted had turned a sickly green and much of the fat and muscle under the skin melted away, leaving it almost completely skeletal and difficult to move.

"Necrotic magic." The wizard king frowned. "If the Dark Lord can use it unaided like that, we're in deeper shit that I thought."

"Can you fix it?" Bebe asked.

"I can try in the morning," he replied. "At the very least, I can make sure it doesn't rot off." He ran his hand through his hair with an agitated groan. "I must send a raven to the Elf King at once. He'll need to hear of this."

As he left the tent, Bebe heard him muttered under his breath, "Still can't believe the Dark Lord is Clyde fucking Donovan..."

Princess Kenny patted her hand again. "It'll be alright. Eric is a powerful wizard. He'll fix you right up." She smiled, the corners of her eyes wrinkling.

"I suppose." Bebe replied dully. She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I'm tired. This is all too much. Clyde being the Dark Lord. The Stick having a will of its own."

"You said you had a vision of The Stick's wishes. Would you care to tell me about it?" Princess Kenny tilted her head. "Maybe we can figure out what it's intentions are together."

Bebe pursed her lips before retelling what she had seen. The princess' face went from intrigued to horrified to unreadable.

Princess Kenny laced her fingers together before setting her elbows on her knees and resting her face against her hands.

"A village were elves and orcs lived and loved in peace. An impossible concept." She mumbled after a few moments of thought.

"Yes. I would never think such a place could be real." Bebe crossed her arms. "Or even that children of the two could exist."

"Love is persistent. It will always find a way." Princess Kenny smiled softly to herself. "It is the most powerful magic, and anyone can use it."

Bebe nodded in agreement at the princess' wise words.

She remembered Clyde reverting back to his old self. Had his love for her been strong enough to overpower The Stick's corruption? It was a romantic thought that Bebe stored away to entertain later when she wasn’t so tired.

"The child, The Stick, said it was looking for 'the heir.' Do you think it meant the Dragonborn?" Bebe asked. "Could he be able to control The Stick without being corrupted by it?"

"Perhaps." Princess Kenny stood suddenly and clasped her hands behind her back. "That, however, I believe to be a riddle for us to solve tomorrow. For tonight, how about you go take a bath? I will be more than happy to help you wash your back. Help release all the tension in your shoulders." She winked flirtatiously at Bebe, making the other woman laugh.

"I must decline. I think I'd rather sleep. I'll need to report this all to Wendy tomorrow morning when she returned from the Elven camp." Bebe told her.

"Oh, poo." The princess gave a mock pout. "What a pity. Well, remember, my offer is always open to you. Good night, my dear." She giggled then left Bebe's tent.

Bebe blew out her candle then laid down on her cot. She pulled her woolen blanket to her ears and settled in.

The village inside The Stick flashed in her mind, burning and blood covered. The memory of Clyde's hand grasping her wrist played over her skin. His red eyes mockingly burning into her as they kissed was imprinted into her eyelids.

She groaned and squeezed her eyes tight, as if she could force the whirling of emotions and memories to stop with such a simple action.

Of course, nothing could calm her troubled mind, and Bebe spent the rest of her night fluctuated between an unease sleep and nightmares of the future.

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AN: I do have a squeal written, but I don’t know when I’ll have it finished to post.

#south park #clybe #clyde donovan #bebe stevens #stick of truth #dark lord clyde #sot #fanfiction #one-shot

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cheylouwho · 6 years

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South Park: The affect of Abuse and ACEs on Behavior

One thing that’s been a hot topic in the SP fandom as of late is the discussion of how the behavior (both past and present) of the child characters are affected by the experiences we’ve seen/heard about in canon. Today we’re going to talk a little about three of the most damning cases; Cartman, Tweek and Butters.

Disclaimer 1: This analysis will contain several mentions of childhood trauma such as abuse, neglect and sexual relations. Please be mindful that you have been warned.

Disclaimer 2: This is for the sake of analysis and application of knowledge that I (and those in the SP analysis discord) have. We are in no way professionals. I am only a preschool teacher so my knowledge in the field of abuse and neglect is limited to what I’ve been taught and what I have witnessed/experienced. Please take the speculation with a grain of salt… maybe even the whole shaker. Just dump it in your mouth and enjoy almost 4,000 words of fully sourced “its not that deep, fam”.

Preface: What We Know about Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACEs)

Before we can really dive into this whole thing, we need to discuss ACEs. These are, to put it simply, traumatic events that occur during childhood that can have lasting effects on a person’s social/emotional, cognitive and even physical development well into adulthood. They’re mostly used for identifying children/people at risk and for research. It’s pretty interesting how that’s done, so I implore you to research more if you’re curious. These experiences can include:

Physical abuse

Sexual abuse

Emotional abuse

Physical neglect

Emotional neglect

Intimate partner violence

Mother treated violently

Substance misuse within household

Household mental illness

Parental separation or divorce

Incarcerated household member

(Source)

Given we’re talking about Cartman, Butters and Tweek, I think you can see why I bring this up. Taking a look at this list and the canon evidence we have in show, it’s easy to say that they’ve all experienced some of these traumas. Two more important things from the source article should also be noted for the sake of this analysis:

ACEs cluster. Almost 40% of the Kaiser sample reported two or more ACEs and 12.5% experienced four or more. Because ACEs cluster, many subsequent studies now look at the cumulative effects of ACEs rather than the individual effects of each.

ACEs have a dose-response relationship with many health problems. As researchers followed participants over time, they discovered that a person’s cumulative ACEs score has a strong, graded relationship to numerous health, social, and behavioral problems throughout their lifespan, including substance use disorders.

“Chey, what the fuck are you on about? This doesn’t make sense!” you might be saying. To truly understand how these ACEs apply to these three kids and how they affect their behavior, let’s take a look at them on a case by case basis.

Cartman’s Case

Eric Cartman is probably the most interesting child in terms of applying the ACEs checklist, as well as other knowledge about abuse and neglect affects on children. We know, from canon, that Cartman lives with his single mother. He’s a low-income family. His mother has been/may still be a sex worker. He’s is very inclined to violence and seems obsessed with sexual topics. It’s very interesting to note that towards the beginning of the series, while evidences were present, Cartman was a lot more innocent. As the show went on and some of these ACE experiences actually happened in building canon, it’s worn on him and shaped him in real time into the character we know today.

ACE 1: Sexual Abuse. It’s been strongly implied that Cartman has been sexually abused.Here is a not-so-short list of examples from the fanon wiki (source). It’s long winded and detailed, so here are a few notable points (as well as some that I’ve added myself).

Engaged in inappropriate/sexual behavior for his age, such as “touching wieners” with one of his cousins (le petit tourette), giving handjobs (Fat Butt and Pancake Head), insisting on measuring penises of his classmates (TMI), putting Butters’ penis in his mouth (Cartman Sucks)

Has been sexually abused by his mother/because of his mother (An Elephant Makes Love to a Pig)

Has been abused by several adult men ON SCREEN (The Simpsons Already Did It, Cripple Fight, Cartman Joins NAMBLA, AWESOM-O, The Return of Chef, It’s A Jersey Thing)

There’s also the strong point that Cartman has come to associate sex/love as something undesired, humiliating or painful. Again, the wiki wonderfully spells these out, but I’ll summarize. Cartman constantly treats any form of sexual or romantic relations as rape and assault. One example is in the Coon and Friends trilogy, he believes a woman having a consensual relationship with a man in the park is being “raped” and needs to be saved. Another example is his expressed sadness at the New Kid’s “dad fucked your mom” backstory in FBW. Another one that is not often touched upon in his reaction to Tweek and Craig’s fight in Tweek X Craig, in which he exclaims wholeheartedly that the two of them getting into an alteration is “sex” and seems intrigued to watch what’s going to happen. He also uses sex as a form of humiliation. I’m sure this is common knowledge at this point but his infatuation with making Kyle suck his balls in Imaginationland but also in his culmination of Butters’ photographical humiliation (AKA, sticking his penis in his mouth).

It’s not talked about on the ACEs website, but children who are sexually abused are likely to exhibit disdain (but interest) in sexual relations and acting sexually mature for their age.

ACE 2 and 3: Emotional abuse and neglect. Now, before I start this, you’re probably going to say, “BUT CHEY! Liane loves and dotes on Cartman! That’s why he’s spoiled!” Boy, do I hear you, but I’m going to explain myself. While Liane does spoil Cartman to hell and back, I’d like to argue that it’s empty. Liane may often tell Cartman she loves him, she also uses tactics such as bribery (food and other things Cartman likes), neglect (Cartman has said in canon, and she’s admitted herself, to being too busy to deal with him due to being a single parent), and also exposes him to things he should not be exposed to (sex, drugs). She treats him like a friend or a companion rather than her son (Tsst) which allows Cartman to have free reign. But free reign is not always out of love and care. I’d like to argue a lot of Cartman’s power is from lack of parenting and involvement in his life.I’m sorry if this part isn’t phrased too well; I had a hard time articulating it.

This may also be why Cartman has such a mixed relationship with his mother. He’s fed the idea that things are okay and great, that nothing is wrong, and he literally eats it up. He’s not outwardly talkative about what goes on at home, and when he is, he seems to regret it immediately. His disdain for his mom may not be purely “selfish greedy child”, but completely justified “abused child”. As phrased wonderfully by one of our server members, “that’s why he calls her a bitch and all those kinds of things yet still protecting her whenever they try to rip on Liane. Because that’s the kind of love he’s used to.”

Furthermore, consider the situation around Cartman’s birth. Liane was young, drunk and the town “slut” (their words, not mine). Cartman’s father’s identity had to be hidden and there’s no doubt that took a tole on her. I’d imagine being a young, single mother is not the path she wanted for herself. I tend to think of it as a cycle- Liane doesn’t want to deal with her child due to his behavior so she checks out of the situation, actually making Cartman’s behavior worse and so on and so on. Another possibly related scene could be in “Cartman’s Mom Is A Dirty Slut”, when she still outwardly seeks an abortion for her 8 year old son.

On a slightly unrelated note, this may also be one of the reasons for Cartman’s infatuation with Kyle. He seems to mistake the traits of abuse/neglect (anger, fighting, etc) as love due to how his mother treats him. This is why he thinks Kyle enjoys his company/likes him as a friend despite how much Kyle pushes back.

Other likely ACES: Witnessing intimate partner violence (his mother is a sex worker and he’s claimed to have been in the room during these acts), mother treated violently (FBW’s little Liane arc gives me bad vibes), substance abuse within household (I forget which episodes specifically but Liane’s done drugs), parent separation or divorce (absent father figure).

Cartman’s Conclusion:

Cartman has a grand total of SEVEN potential ACEs. The reason why I started those two additional facts at the start of this is because they are culminating (several often pop up and are related to each other) and affect behavior and relationships. Cartman’s behavior, while obnoxious and impulsive at best and downright despicable at worst, can be somewhat explained by the experiences he’s faced. Abuse, neglect and sexual assault have led him to search for forms of power and control in his life, whether that be over himself, his mother or his friends. His views of the world are shaped by what he’s seen and felt. Unlike Tweek, however, he doesn’t have much of a support system, and with the “sugarcoating” under the guise of love and care, he’s less likely to get the help he needs. His risks for childhood and subsequently adulthood are very high.

Butters’ Case

Butter’s is your stereotypical abused child in terms of his behavior and coping mechanisms. I believe that even casual show-watchers would agree that he’s in some deep shit. Unlike Cartman who is a lot more nuanced about displaying what he’s experienced, Butters is naive and innocent and resilient. He easily follows what others (CARTMAN) ask of him. He assumes a more submissive role in his life, working hard to make others happy and put them first to avoid trouble. He’s an easy target for bullying and being humiliated or used. He says things out loud without noticing their implications to what has happened to him.

Unlike Liane who covers her (probably unintentional) neglect with the guise of love, he has no such outward statements from either parent. The closest we get is “this is for your own good”, but there is no loving undertone, it’s purely corporeal. Their abuse is right in his face; it’s physical, it’s mental, it’s terrible. Steven Stotch is the primary abuser, and while Linda has done her fair share of harm, she’s generally more passive. She even states in Grounded Vindaloop that she “lets [Steven] handle the grounding”. Steven Stotch, as of FBW, is also a victim of abuse, showing that he’s perpetrating it in a cycle (you’ll notice this theme a few times in this little essay).

It’s clear as of season 20 that the effects of constant abuse have finally worn on Butters, due to his angry outbursts and sudden shift in attitude (if you want to look at it from a character standpoint and not as lazy writing cough cough). He’s hit a breaking point in what he can take, and the more he’s been exposed to his ACEs (like Cartman’s case) the more behaviorally challenged he’s become.

Another aspect to consider is his relationship with Cartman. Both share similar ACEs, but cope with them in different ways. Cartman chooses to be a controller to earn back what he’s lost, while Butters is more suited to take a backseat and follow. This is why they, despite having a very dysfunctional friendship, stick together. It may appear that Cartman is the only one benefiting, but I believe it’s more mutualistic based on their respective coping mechanisms.

ACE 1: Physical Abuse. Butters has been shown to be physically abused time and time again by Steven. He’s been hit, talked about being hit, and the biggest piece of evidence that scares the shit out of me personally is that Steven pulled off his belt and prepared to hit Butters in front of his classmates in Grounded Vindaloop. Corporal punishment has been shown time and time again to be detrimental to children’s psyc, which aligns given how Butters acts.

ACE 2: Sexual Abuse. Butters has mentioned in The Return Of Chef that he has been sexually abused by his uncle, which does not surprise me in the slightest. Butters, unlike Cartman, goes the total opposite direction of how to cope with this sort of experience; he’s blissfully unaware of what has happened and rather than let it consume him (ex. cartman) he brushes it off as no big deal. Whether this means he is truly unaware of the connotations of what was done to him or if he’s purposely repressing it is unclear, but the evidence is there that it did happen.

ACE 3 and 4: Emotional Abuse and Neglect. This one is abundant in examples. Steven appears to play a lot of mind games with Butters, whether it’s demanding he stop having nightmares (The Death of Eric Cartman), getting in trouble for looking a certain way (How To Eat With Your Butt and The List), or simply for being bullied. They constantly ground him for things that he has no control over, simple mistakes or things that he was not even involved in. I believe that Steven, similar to Cartman, takes the helplessness from childhood abuse and hurts Butters in order to feel in control of himself.

Other Possible ACEs: Household mental illness could be argued as one of the ACEs Butters experiences, although not officially confirmed in canon. I do believe that Linda has some form of mental illness due to her behavior in Butters Own Episode. Although not listed in the article, Steven’s infidelity and the tension that causes on his and Linda’s marriage is also a potential ACE, especially given that Butters was directly exposed to that whole fiasco.

Butters’ Conclusion:

Butters’ innocence is likely a form of coping mechanism for what he’s encountered during his life. Constant physical and mental abuse have worn on him over the years, turning him more bitter and forcing him to act out. I believe this also can be accredited to his mental break in season 19’s “Safe Space”, as this is the big start of his downward spiral. Unlike Cartman, there is no cover-up for his abuse being simply that- abuse- so being able to divorce himself and his emotions will be easier for him if he were to receive support or help in some form.

Tweek’s Case

Tweek is an interesting case because while he does have emotional abuse, neglect and and forced substance abuse (coffee and/or meth addiction), he also has canon mental illness that exists outside of how he’s treated. The abuse and neglect of his parents only amplify the effects of said illness. I’ve had a selection of anons over time talk about his potential (though not confirmed) mental state, most agreeing it’s some form of panic disorder (the Tweaks claim it’s ADD, but this is really just a load of bullshit and we all know it). He is often exploited by his parents (ex. “Having a homosexual son is good for the business” in FBW) or outright lied to for the sake of business. They often brush off his worries or ignore him completely.

ACEs 1 and 2: Emotional Abuse and Neglect (EXPLOITATION). The Tweak family are no strangers to emotional abuse and neglect. Right from Tweek’s character introduction, we know something isn’t quite right. His parents feed him excessive coffee, which is later revealed to be laced with meth (did you know that meth increases body temperature, as well as caffeine overdose raising heart rate and induces anxiety? (X) Would you look at that evidence). They also frequently blackmail him into work through the threat of “selling him into slavery”.

His defining traits are usually watered down to “spaz”, and more recently, “homosexual”, hinting that his parents really don’t pay much attention to him to know much more than that. They either ignore or hardly acknowledge his fears and worries, leaving him to cope with anxiety and personal issues completely alone. He’s clearly unhappy and potentially aware of his shitty situation- in Tweek vs Craig, he slams his head against the table repeating that he “want[s] out” and that “you never help me”. In Tweek x Craig, his parents only seem to take interest in his developing relationship due to the rest of the town and their desire to look good. If you use this as anything to go off, most of their “parenting” is feeble attempts to keep up appearances.

In SOT, it’s strongly implied that Tweek is the one to usually pick up meth deliveries from Kenny’s house. This is another form of abuse, though I’m not sure if it’s exactly emotional, that he’s forced to endure. A ten year old child should not be exposed to those sort of environments, let alone be involved in the trade of drugs.

ACE 3: Substance Abuse in the Household. Whether it’s coffee, meth or other form of drugs, there’s something going on in the Tweek home that I am certain counts for this ACE. As stated in the preface, higher numbers of ACEs contribute to higher likelihoods of substance abuse- what if the child is already unintentionally abusing substances? He’s got coffee with METH INSIDE IT. I don’t think I need to go much further. There is also the possibility that with his misdiagnosis of ADD, Tweek may be provided access to other drugs for substance abuse. Meth is actually used as a way of treating ADD (X) and could be in reach for him. There’s also Amphetamine (X) which has noted side effects of "excessive grinding of the teeth,... profuse sweating,... and tics..." which could be related to his behavior. This is all purely speculation, however.

Tweek’s Conclusion:

Tweek’s struggle with mental illness is not helped by his parents frequence abuse and neglect. He’s often blackmailed into situations he doesn’t want to be in. Similar to Cartman, his forms of abuse are often sugarcoated as love, making it a little less obvious for him to pick up on. In contrast to Butters, however, he’s much less of a follower and can throw a punch when he needs to protect himself. He’s incredibly resilient and has managed to, despite early substance addiction and neglect, hold strong and even overcome massive obstacles. Of course, these are partly due to his newfound support from...

The Effect of Solid Support: Craig, Heidi, and Liane

Creek shipper or not, there is no denying that Craig has played a massive role in Tweek’s recovery. While Tweek appears to be very naturally resilient despite the odds stacked against him, the presence of someone who will actually listen to his problems and not brush them off is a huge step in the right direction. With Craig, there is a sense of trust and understanding as well as respect. He’s treated as more than a few buzzwords or free labor or any slew of hurtful remarks. His fears are able to be acknowledged and sorted though, whether it be Craig’s logical talk-throughs or someone to pat his back and say “that sucks and it’s okay” (Put It Down). Ever since the introduction of Craig as his boyfriend, we’ve seen some interesting steps in the right direction.

S21’s main theme of relationships drew a lot of interesting parallels between Creek and Heiman, namely the difference between a healthy relationship and an unhealthy relationship. Similar to Steven Stotch, as mentioned in Butters’ case, Cartman went from abused to abuser in his relationship with Heidi. However, this was not always the case.

In early S20, Heidi was in search of her own form of support after being abused by society, simply put. She was able to find this in Cartman, who was dealing with a similar situation at the time after being “murdered” by his friends. Her presence did arguably turn him around for awhile- he seemed much happier before his self-destructive tendencies and self-doubt came in full swing. The cycle was perpetrated- Heidi wasn’t what he needed, so he went from abused to abuser. Heidi could be argued to have turned into another Cartman because she faced a watered-down version of his interpretation of “love”, aka abuse.

Let’s consider another pivotal moment for Cartman: TSST. This one is such a telling episode. While Liane is the source of most of his issues, when she was able to step into her role as a parent and provide the structure and support Cartman needed, his entire personality turned around. It wasn’t until she began treating him like a friend or companion again that he slipped back into his old ways.

Between these two scenarios, I believe it shows that if the patience and care is taken when dealing with Cartman, there is the possibility of healing. Heidi failed because she too was equally vulnerable and not in the right headspace, ultimately harming both of them (this does not excuse how cartman treated and manipulated her, BTW). Liane failed because she fell back into her cycle instead of sticking with what she had built up.

Conclusion

In conclusion, despite sharing similar ACEs, all three children we’ve discussed have different forms of coping and managing their trauma. The abuse that Butters has faced is easier to “remove” from his life due to no emotional (love) being involved in corporal punishment; however, Tweek and Cartman’s abuse have longer lasting repercussions because they’ve accepted and adapted as “that’s just the way it is”. That’s not to say they’re beyond help; all three, if done soon like in Tweek’s case, can be used to heal.

I leave this post with a sort of “call to action”. While we are talking about purely fictional characters and situations that “aren’t that deep, fam”, there are actual children suffering from these kinds of experiences. If you are aware of them, or see the red flags, please don’t hesitate to get help or find someone who can. Nobody should be like Eric Cartman and display serious red flags but slip under the radar. Thank you very much for reading my long, LONG analysis.

Special thanks/credit to the south park analysis discord ( and @dumbthotticusplayer2) for helping brainstorm/discuss :)

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