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“I w-wouldn’t mind going to the movies with y-yo--ngh!--you or your friends.” Tweek smiled, reaching for his cup of coffee then taking a long sip of it.  “I-I’m actually p-pretty--gah!--pretty f-fond of your friends too. I-I wouldn’t mind d-doing anything they want to d-do.” 

[text] I can hear something underneath my bed.

[Text] Uh, hey, Tweek. Are you sure you aren’t just imagining it? Do you want me to come over?

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GET TO KNOW YOUR RP PARTNER

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B A S I C S

name: Jessica 
pronouns: She/Her 
sexuality: Heterosexual 
zodiac: Cancer 
taken or single: single forever yo 
five facts:

1. I suck at math 
2. I have 4 pets, two cats and two dogs 
3. I can spend more than half the day sleeping 4. But then I can also stay up until 6 a.m 5. I have 4 blogs including this one

E X P E R I E N C E

how long ( month / year ) : uhhhhh.....around maybe 6 years?

platforms you’ve used: Tumblr and Facebook

Best experience: Tumblr cause of how many other roleplayers there are!

M U S E P R E F E R E N C E S

Female or male: I don’t mind either one tbh 

Favorite face: Tweek bc. MY SON. 

Least favorite face: uhh......I don’t really have one tbh

W R I T I N G P R E F E R E N C E S

fluff, angst or smut: A L L

Long or short replies:  in between tbh

Best time to write: anytime tbh. But I’d have to say around midnight during summer

Are you like your muse?: In the way that I love coffee, stay up hella late, somewhat going crazy, and have the worst anxiety sometimes, yes.

Tagging: @gayrockinspace, @kenn-y-thepoor-kid, and uhh... @southparktransboy you all don’t have to do it if you don’t want to yo

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creek n bunny 👀

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                            Pre-established Relationship Meme !

 –  Send a 💙 and the type of relationship you’re interested in  (platonic, romantic, hate, etc), and I’ll make a random small starter for us, smack dab in the middle of said relationship (especially if our muses haven’t interacted yet) & we can go from there. Let’s see where it takes us!

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Tweek tried to pull his arm away due to the stinging that came from the wipe but Tweek bit his lip and tried to endure it. He ducked his head down and clenched the fabric of his pants, trying to hold back his tears. "I-I'm sorry..." He whispered, the last word breaking due to the tears that came rushing down his face. "I-I didn't want t-to bother y-you--ngh--or the o-others with m-my problems..." He sobbed, wiping at the tears falling down his cheeks, sobs starting to bubble up from his throat.

He knew he probably looked like a little kid, but he couldn't hold back the tears that h had held back for so long. "I'm sorry T-Token." He sniffled, rubbing his eyes on the back of his hand.

     Tweek flinched when Token gently rubbed around the marks, the cuts still sensitive before biting his bottom lip and looking to the side.  “Y-Yeah…”, he replied in a small voice, regretting that one of his friends had to see him like this. 

     He sat on the toilet seat cover, trying not to scratch his arms when he hesitantly looked at Token, still afraid that his friend would scold him or yell at him.  “Y-You’re not–ngh–mad?”, Tweek asked while he watched Token get out the first aid kit.  He knew he should have waited till it was night time to do this, yet he couldn’t help himself when he remembered the bad things that had happened to him today.  

     “Did you…d-did you know a-already?” He knew he shouldn’t keep asking questions, it would only dig a deeper hole for himself.  Trembling fingers traced the marks, the pain shooting across his nerves and he had to stop himself from digging his nails into his arms and dragging them across to ease the thoughts swirling in his head at the moment.  

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Smiling when Pete sat next to him, Tweek took a bite out of his toast and nodded. "It t-tastes great. T-Thanks for m-making it." He said, putting his bread down to take a bite out of the eggs and bacon which was just as great. "W-We should hang out m-more--ngh--often."

[text] I can hear something underneath my bed.

[Text] Uh, hey, Tweek. Are you sure you aren’t just imagining it? Do you want me to come over?

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“I-I don’t mind.” Tweek smiled, going over to help with the plates.  “I like spending t-time with y-you.” He admitted while digging through the drawers to find some forks.  “Y-Yes please, i-if you don’t mind.”  Tweek loved toast, it was easy to eat, make, and tasted good. 

[text] I can hear something underneath my bed.

[Text] Uh, hey, Tweek. Are you sure you aren’t just imagining it? Do you want me to come over?

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“M-MONQ? I-I’ve never heard o-of that.” Tweek mumbled while bringing a thumb up to his mouth so he could bite on the nail.  “W-Where’d your b-brother get it fr-from?” He had to make sure that it was from a safe place in case if it blew up like those e-cigs he had read about before. 

"T-Take a deep breath."

Drew looked at Tweek, he hated asthma attacks, but he did his best to do as Tweek said. He tried to breathe in, but he could only get a little air as he grabbed his chest in pain. ((Hope this was a good reply))

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Seeing the shy smile on Pete’s face, Tweek had to duck his head down again to hide his blush and smile.  “I-I bake som--ngh--sometimes...like c-cookies or muffins for the s-shop most of the--gah!--time”, he replies and finally looked at Pete while holding his coffee cup to his lips.  “M-Maybe we can make s-some together l-later?

[text] I can hear something underneath my bed.

[Text] Uh, hey, Tweek. Are you sure you aren’t just imagining it? Do you want me to come over?

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     Tweek flinched when Token gently rubbed around the marks, the cuts still sensitive before biting his bottom lip and looking to the side.  “Y-Yeah...”, he replied in a small voice, regretting that one of his friends had to see him like this. 

     He sat on the toilet seat cover, trying not to scratch his arms when he hesitantly looked at Token, still afraid that his friend would scold him or yell at him.  “Y-You’re not--ngh--mad?”, Tweek asked while he watched Token get out the first aid kit.  He knew he should have waited till it was night time to do this, yet he couldn’t help himself when he remembered the bad things that had happened to him today.  

     “Did you...d-did you know a-already?” He knew he shouldn’t keep asking questions, it would only dig a deeper hole for himself.  Trembling fingers traced the marks, the pain shooting across his nerves and he had to stop himself from digging his nails into his arms and dragging them across to ease the thoughts swirling in his head at the moment.  

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     Token had been waiting at the door to Tweek’s house for a while, normally the rich kid didn’t visit his friends houses often. Not uninvited at least though with his coffee addicted friend he always made a point to try and see him at home without a reason to visit other then to see him, and he always made sure he said he was coming either a text or otherwise.

     Which is why it was strange he was standing outside for so long by himself. It wasn’t like the other boy to leave another at the door after knocking, not this long. Despite his better judgement he entered the house without permission and made his way towards the blonde bedroom pausing when he reached the restroom and heard the running water. 

    His hand pushed the door open and his attention immediately turned to the red liquid draining down the sink and traced it back to his arms. A gulp followed by the normal cracking voice pulled his attention to the green eyes staring at him. “Don’t worry about it Tweek.” He spoke sternly as he stepped closer and reached out for the still bleeding arms, his fingers gently rubbing around the marks. 

     “You really did a number on yourself didn’t you?” He smiled gently before letting go. “Is the Med-Kit still in the usual spot?”

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“W-What is i-it?”, Tweek questioned, looking at the object closely, trying to figure out what it was.  E-cigs weren’t good for you, he knew that and even heard about the stories of those things blowing up in people’s faces when they used it so he stayed away from those things and went for cigarettes instead.  

“I-I usually just sm-smoke cigarettes...”, although he knew he should stop since it wasn’t a good habit and his new friend had asthma and smoke from cigarettes were never good for people with asthma.  “I-It smells--ngh--good.”

"T-Take a deep breath."

Drew looked at Tweek, he hated asthma attacks, but he did his best to do as Tweek said. He tried to breathe in, but he could only get a little air as he grabbed his chest in pain. ((Hope this was a good reply))

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“S-Sure”, Tweek said softly and put down his coffee mug on the counter to get the bacon from the fridge to give to Pete.  “I-I didn’t know y-you--ngh--liked to cook P-Pete”, he smiled while taking his coffee back into his hands and taking a long sip to try and hide the smile on his lips he got from watching Pete in a good mood. 

[text] I can hear something underneath my bed.

[Text] Uh, hey, Tweek. Are you sure you aren’t just imagining it? Do you want me to come over?

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“F-Friend?”, Tweek repeated and slowly opened his eyes to look at Andrew.  “M-Me? I-I’m your friend n--ngh--now?”, he asked with a small smile starting to curl at his lips and fingers playing with each other shyly. 

"T-Take a deep breath."

Drew looked at Tweek, he hated asthma attacks, but he did his best to do as Tweek said. He tried to breathe in, but he could only get a little air as he grabbed his chest in pain. ((Hope this was a good reply))

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3. After self-harming

His hands were trembling as crimson liquid slid down in small droplets down a skinny pale arm and green hues watched the droplets race down onto the tile of the bathroom floor.  In the back of his mind, he knew he would have to clean that up later, and disinfect his arm and bandage it properly.  But, his day had gone from bad to worse, and this was his only solution.  How lame, he knew he was better than this, he knew better than to hurt himself like this and the dangers that came from it. 

But…it took the pain away from his heart and his mind and put it into a different kind of pain.  A pain that took away the emotions swirling in his mind. He knew it was wrong but, it made him feel better.  And god dammit, he didn’t want to wait until things got better, he wanted things to get better now.  Done with his self loathing for now, Tweek began to wash the blood off his arm when he saw his bathroom door opening and Token behind it.  

Shit. He didn’t have enough time to hide the mess he had made or the blood still dripping down his arm, and all he could do was stutter and try and make up an excuse as green eyes stared wide and scared at Token.  He gulped. 

“I-I can e-e-explain–nnn–Token…”

@token8lack

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“I-I like them s-s--ngh!--scrambled, please”, Tweek said while moving over to lean his back against the counter next to the stove.  He had a fear of eating eggs over easy or with the yolk still yolky because of some irrational reason that he would get salmonella from eating it like that.  “I-I think there’s s-some bacon in t-the fridge too i-if you want s-some.” 

[text] I can hear something underneath my bed.

[Text] Uh, hey, Tweek. Are you sure you aren’t just imagining it? Do you want me to come over?