older stan and kyle designs :3c
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how did things get so messed up?
of course I had to make one of those cliché group pics of the Boys
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What did neoliberalism dO to these kids (to us)????
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craig’s gang: the wholly supportive squad™, always there for each other be it 2am or just a bad day, “hey man we saved you a seat”, snarky ass comments within the boundaries, group pic game on point, have probably memorized each others phone numbers
stan and those guys: held together purely by the power of blackmail, “we’ve been through so much shit together that it’s literally impossible to just walk away now”, half-lethal dares for no other reason than being bored, know more about each other than about themselves, would and have kicked each others asses w/o hesistance, “would you sell out your friends for-” “yes.”
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Was feeling like drawing them in old school boy/girl band poses :)
Have a nice weekend everyone ✨💪
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Enter CRAIG
CRAIG: Ho, Tweek! Come hither. Hark, our courtship wilt end.
TWEEK: What? wherefore not?
Enter STAN, KYLE, KENNY, DAVID, and BUTTERS
CRAIG: I prithee, Tweek, I am full of sorrow, yet we can no longer deceive ourselves. [turns to visage the gathering crowd] Aye, we are of the same inclination, but we are not meant to be as one.
TWEEK: Thee disavow our bond? What suddenly hath changed, craig?
CRAIG: ‘Tis just yond people art inevitably different. Nothing more.
TWEEK: Aye, and who in heaven's name is Michael? Pray, dost thou wish to enlighten me on this matter?
CRAIG: What? what doth thee speaketh of?
TWEEK: I did peruse thy missives when we ventured forth yesternight, Craig! I beheld what thou didst utter to this strumpet regarding thy intent to consort with him!
CRAIG: Stay, prithee, that is not what transpired.
TWEEK: I pray thee confess otherwise
CRAIG: Nay. Mark thee, we both dost know this is for the better.
TWEEK: Thou dost presume to subject me to thy feeble terrors! Thou dost impose thy will upon me to dissuade thine own guilt!
CRAIG: Stay, do not portray me as the knave.
TWEEK: [Begins to cry] Fie, thou art not the villain. Thou think'st thyself too virtuous to be some loathsome knave. For, 'tis from thy heavenly throne that thou canst better behold the folk thou usest as puppets.
CRAIG: [whispers] I do fear thou hast ventured far enough. Cease, for this pretense is superfluous.
TWEEK: Zounds! Dost thou think I have gone too far? Hast thou lost thy wits?
CRAIG: This condemnation was not a part of our design!
TWEEK: Marry Prithee, Craig! Our love was not wrought to adhere to a design!
BUTTERS: Aye!
TWEEK: [tears fill his eyes] I have been most grievously deceived by thee. I lay bare mine heart before thee. I lay bare mine affection unto thee. I embrace thee as mine lord. But, alas, I fall upon the sword. Thy sword.
Exuent Tweek
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