#I Said From Hell They Came (Firkle and Mike - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ @southxparkxafterxdark || Continued From Here || Michael and Mike ]

[ Firkle (and Larry) ]

Between getting shoved between and then away from the pair, Firkle had ended up on his ass on the concrete. There was something about the look of the two of them, locked like that, bloody and feral that had him gulping.

No. This was not the time to be considering a playdate.

As if he didn't know what he was doing, though. Baiting Mike into a fight right now hadn't been the revenge plot he'd wanted until he'd realized just how hungry the elder vampire was. That was going to be perfect. Put him through it again! With any luck, it would be two birds, one stone, too. He’d actually kill Firkle and Edgar could bring him back, untouched by this vampire bullshit.

Except Michael had to go and get involved. A little chirp left him, something he couldn't help, an almost chittering sound as he scooted back a little bit. There were a few right ways to handle this situation, but he didn't know what they were. Luckily, he knew someone that knew someone that might.

[Text To: Heather 12:12:03] Mike's losing his shit and it's not fun anymore. Guess someone's hungry?

[Text To: Alessa 12:12:55] I'll text Larry.

Larry would be on his way in a matter of seconds, but that didn't mean he'd be there fast enough to stop any serious damage. And Georgi hadn't had enough information to tell him exactly what was happening, either.

Oh, how he hated vague warnings.

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ @southxparkxafterxdark || Continued From Here ]

"Mike!" 

There was some fresh blood, almost on demand.

"Mike, I don't have time for this bullshit, where are--"

Walking into the back, Firkle rose a brow at him, and the clear pain he was in. He bit his lip for a moment, just watching him with those pale eyes before taking a step closer. Then another step. Closing his eyes, he sniffed the air, and a rare smile worked onto his face. 

"Mmm, smells excellent." He teased, chuckling darkly as he kept closing the distance between them. It wasn't until he was a solid foot away from him that he finally stopped, leaning forward a little more to take him in.

"Can I touch it?" His eyelids fluttered as he stared, licking his lips once more. If he didn't know himself any better, he'd think he'd take a bite any second now. It was probably Mike that was preparing for a bite, however, and he did drag his eyes up to take in the vampire's face. If he was going to be dinner, he couldn't do a whole lot about it. 

Other than stab him and make it worse, of course.

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

( southxparkxafterxdark ) “I can’t believe you thought an eating contest was a good idea.” Mike to Firkle

Sickfic Starters

[ @southxparkxafterxdark || Mike ]

[ Firkle ]

As if he needed Mike to tell him that.

If he were honest, he’d had the goal of making sure he could eat more for Michael. An eating contest, however, had not been his brightest idea. He’d filled himself up as much as he could, and now he was relying on Mike to get him home.

“I can’t believe... That you think that... Just because I haven’t... Tried stabbing you yet, that you can... Oooh, fuck... Talk to me like that.”

But it didn’t sound like as much of a threat as he wanted it to be. He felt disgusting, and he was struggling with how much his stomach hurt. Any second, now, he was going to blow it.

And he hadn’t even won, either.

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ @southxparkxafterxdark || Continued From Here || Mike & Michael ]

[ Larry & Firkle ]

Larry crossed from the window back to the bed, absently running a hand through his own messy hair. Sitting back on the bed, he shrugged slightly.

“I don’t mind that...” He scooted a little closer to both of them, still struggling to piece together what had happened, and what apparently was still happening, “I usually abide by those rules, anyway. Though depending on how long we’re going to be snowed in for... I have a few concerns.”

Eyes turning to Mike, he offered a little smile, slightly hesitant at the edges.

“I’m almost afraid the whole town’s stuck wherever they were. I’d be willing to say the snow’s as tall as I am. I don’t even think Annie is bulldozing her way out of her house.”

Pausing for a second, he smiled sweetly at the kiss to his hand, copying the motion a second later.

“Though I know we’re going to get a text or call from someone saying that Bloodrayne couldn’t take being cooped up so she jumped out of a second story window and hurt herself.”

“I hope she takes pictures. Especially if the bone breaks the skin, and the snow is nice and red all the way down the hole.”

Firkle hummed as he entered the room with a little tray in hand, two black coffees and two mugs of tea. Despite the sheer size of the shirt he wore hanging off his frame, the tight wrapping on his left arm was both visible and lightly tinged pink.

“...I swear I will never get used to that.” Larry muttered, closing his eyes and scooting forward to commandeer Mike’s lap.

“You should, if you intend on being in Michael’s house.” Firkle was an integral part of the foundation of the place. Without him, the house was haunted.

Stepping over, he handed Michael his cup, first, blood arm extended, then Mike, and finally Larry. The tray found it’s way onto Michael’s desk, and Firkle handed his mug to Michael for the sole purpose of occupying his lap and not spilling his coffee on the bed. 

“Though he isn’t wrong.” Firkle added, “The snow’s piled up so high it’s mostly untouched.”

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

GEORGE "GEORGIE"/"FIRKLE" SMITH

The Dark Vassal

"Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud." - Sophocles

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: George Victor Smith

Nicknames: Georgie, Firkle, Firk, Firkadirk

Faceclaim: Ash Stymest

Age: 19

Gender: Transmale

Sexuality: Homosexual Demiromantic Polyagmous

Height: 5′9″

Weight: 99lbs

Birthday: November 1st

Sign: Scorpio

Occupation: Technically Unemployed; Drummer in a band; Taxidermist; Occasional Whore

Personality: 

+ Articulate, Captivating, Discreet, Forceful, Imaginative, Original, Precise, Punctual, Resourceful, Self-Reliant, Sexy, Thorough, Well-Read

/ Aggressive, Artful, Competitive, Dominating, Idiosyncratic, Intense, Outspoken, Religious, Sarcastic, Sensual, Solitary, Uninhibited

- Abrasive, Argumentative, Blunt, Calculating, Cold, Devious, Dishonest, Disloyal, Dogmatic, Envious, Fanatical, Frightening, Gloomy, Hateful, Hedonistic, Insensitive, Loquacious, Melancholic, Nihilistic, Opinionated, Possessive, Ritualistic, Self-Indulgent, Superstitious, Unhealthy

VICES

Addictions - Firkle is addicted to drugs, ranging from cough syrup to heavy painkillers. His favorite is Dilaudid, because it’s somewhat less nasty than actual heroin. He’ll try anything at least once, and if he doesn’t remember trying it, he’ll do it again. Most often he can be found getting high when he’s trying to deal with people outside of those he actually likes spending time with. When he goes to parties, it isn’t to be around people, but rather to partake in the drugs, alcohol, and occasional vaguely anonymous sex provided. Cigarettes, booze, and sex are also on the list, and he’s always willing to work out what he has to do to get any of his addictions. When not on missions from Cthulhu or working his own angles on things, he can almost always be persuaded into getting fucked up.

Cultism - Still a very loyal and large piece of the Cult of Cthulhu, he longs to bring the world into darkness even though he watched Cartman ride his god like a pony. He worked so hard and so diligently to rebuild what was left of the cult that he was given his familiar, Edgar, as a conduit to help them converse. Firkle has been chosen to deliver the world a vessel, a piece, of Cthulhu so that he can get a foothold on Earth once more. 

Power - Any and all ways to taste power are ones that Firkle will chase. In no situation will he permit himself to be powerless, even if he has to cheat. He’s very smart and has a habit of using that to his advantage whenever possible. He has no loyalty beyond what he feels to Cthulhu, and will betray anyone for a little taste of power.

Taxidermy - It’s no secret that Firkle loves to kill. Animals, people, insects, anything he can get his hands and a knife on. He pins bugs, and will turn most other ventures into taxidermy projects. He even has a life-sized hand-horse he is working on, killing people and taking their hands so that he can make a thoroughbred out of them, based on the horse made from Barbie hands.

Witchcraft - Firkle specializes in necromancy and water magic, including things to do with blood. He is not afraid to perform blood sacrifices and will go to the ends of his abilities in order to properly prepare and execute a spell he is intent on. He has several shrines around town that are fairly well hidden, one in a catacomb system beneath the cemetery and several in the woods past Stark’s Pond.

BIOGRAPHY

When Firkle was born, he was incredibly underdeveloped. Georgi had taken most of the nutrients in the womb, so he had ended up just being smaller. They say he came out holding onto their ankle, and he never stopped being clingy with them. Having to stay in the hospital for a while to finish growing under supervised care was great for his parents, who didn’t want him, but Georgi was endlessly upset.

As they grew, Firkle showed signs of sociopathy, only caring about himself and Georgi. In Kindergarten, he met the goth kids when he released several millipedes into a girl’s locker and let loose a whole host of bugs from his backpack. Georgi joined the vamp kids and while Firkle disapproved, he wouldn’t let anyone give her shit for it.

Once he hit middle school, he stopped going to class. He’d follow his friends to theirs at the high school, or hang out with Karen in her classes. This trend continued until Karen graduated, and then he just dropped out of school by not showing up. 

His taxidermy took up a lot of his time, and he can do just about any animal. He kills for fun, no matter what it is, and has some giant tubs of acid in the shed in his backyard. Georgi doesn’t question him, just as loyal and loving to their brother as he is to them.

EDGAR

A Veined or Coconut Octopus, Edgar is Firkle’s familiar, as well as his “translator” for Cthulhu. They speak directly to Him in dreams, or during forced dreamstates at Firkle’s altars. Edgar is whiny, loud and dramatic, loves trash TV and eats his feelings. He eats enough for both himself and Firkle, who prefers it that way. While he can be obnoxious to Firkle, they are incredibly close. The only way to figure out if Firkle is actually dead is to check to see if Edgar is alive. However, if Edgar dies, Firkle will also die.

GEORGINA “GEORGI” SMITH

Georgi is Firkle’s twin, and the one living, breathing human being that he loves and is loyal to to a fault. He refuses to let anything bad happen to them, and hates that they became a vamp kid. He has to put up with vamp kid meetings at his house, and knows that they are close to Mike. They are a feminine-presenting nonbinary person.

QUICK FACTS

Firkle is a sociopath and doesn’t bother to hide it. He is manipulative and cruel and only cares about himself. Any kindness he shows others is usually fake and only to get his way, unless it comes to his twin sibling, Georgi. They are nonbinary and he will protect them with his life.

Firkle’s drug of choice is Dilaudid if he needs to calm down, and cough syrup when he’s too depressed to move.

He does have depression and is actively suicidal all the time. However, it’s a passive thought and he doesn’t do anything about it.

He has scars and tattoos and piercings, and loves every one of them. Corset piercings are a favorite of his.

While he has an ED, he doesn’t really have to worry about it, as Edgar eats enough for both of them.

He was an unplanned twin that was supposed to be parasitic but still came out under developed. His parents despise him.

He mostly smokes Pal Mals, not because he likes them so much as they were all he could get as a kid and he just kept on smoking them.

He dropped out of high school but technically not legally. He just stopped going at all and nobody really did anything about it.

Firkle Headcanons Masterlist

TAGS LIST

We Put Him Down In A Shallow Grave (Firkle Smith)

I’m A Murder Tramp Birthday Boy (Firkle Musings)

I Like Spiders Loss And Rain (Firkle Aesthetic)

Nestled Tightly In That Womb Beneath The Dirt (Firkle Closet)

The Path Into This Heart Is Littered With Corpses And Strewn With Body Parts (Firkle Headcanons)

I Want Death For My Birthday (Firkle Journal Entries)

Close Our Eyes To The Octopus Ride (Edgar)

You And I Are Like Siamese Twins (Georgi and Firkle)

Knives Shoved So Far Up His Ass He Has A Sharp Tongue (Knives)

Death Is A Beginning Not An End (Taxidermy)

If There Is Magic On This Planet It Is Contained In Water (Witchcraft)

Ph'nglui Mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh Wgah'nagl Fhtagn (Cult of Cthulhu)

Verses

Incarcerated Firkle AU - I Know They'll Come Up What I'm Owed Guilty As Charged (Firkle - Incarcerated AU) - Firkle went to Juvie at six years old for a triple homicide he only had a small hand in. Taking the blame to save Michael, he eventually did come to blame him a little bit. Scorn kept him company as he sat in solitary confinement for twelve years. The guards forgot about him so frequently that his hair grew out six feet while he was there. If it weren’t for Edgar keeping him alive, he likely would have died. Due to a clerical error, he aged out and didn’t go to prison, instead returning to South Park on his 18th birthday. They gave him a bus ticket and his belongings when he was first brought there, some spare clothes, and sent him on his way. Nobody was informed of his return, including him.

Vampire Firkle AU - Eat The Children Raw (Firkle - Vampire AU) - Like a typical Saturday night, Firkle found himself in a motel room with a stranger. They did some drugs, had sex, and then Firkle’s memory checked out. The next thing he knew, he woke up with a savage blood lust that surprised even him. Six people fell victim to his starvation before he saw fit to seek out Mike, in hopes that he would be able to help him. Firkle cannot eat human food, though he can stomach most drinks.

Land Of Zaron AU - The Boys Are Singing “Cut Cut Cut” (Firkle - Land Of Zaron AU) - Firkle is a Viking prince, and made to become the leader of them once Michael has passed. However, while he doesn’t wish death on him, he isn’t particularly concerned with his safety, either. He was brought to the Viking country as a young child, and may or may not be some kind of mercreature.

Superhero AU - Separate The Skin From Bone (Firkle - Superhero AU) - Firkle became a superhero not by choice, but by accident. Chosen by a man giving away artifacts that could turn you into a hero, he gained the power of destruction and decay, and uses it in the same way one might expect. He can only use his powers with his cat-o-nine-tails weapon, however, and only when transformed. He sees this as a “faggy” responsibility, but is still called to do something from time to time.

North Park AU - It’s The Art Of Superstition (Firkle - North Park AU) - Raised in a perpetual Hell-hole, there are few bastions of sanity for people not seeking to be swallowed up by the turbulent sky. Firkle has been following Michael and the other goths for a long time, if not more in the background. He doesn’t know how people work, and it gives him a lot of anxiety. He is close to someone named Anton, who nobody he knows has ever met. Most of them are convinced that Anton is some kind of imaginary friend or hallucination or something. Firkle doesn’t talk about him much.

Death!Proof AU - Relax God Is In Control (Firkle - Deathproof AU) - Firkle was the sole survivor of a violent bus crash, a sinkhole at a football game, and a car accident, all within two and a half months of each other. For some reason, he was unable to die, even when Death itself tried to take him. His deal with his deity shielded him from dying almost entirely, though it did not stop his body from being broken. 

Cryptid!Firkle AU - Tonight I'm Calling Out Your Name A Light Across The River (Cryptid!Firkle AU) - Being born into the woods near South Park, Firkle is a creature that kills indiscriminately, violently, and on sight. Well, only if he is spotted or he otherwise catches someone. He will say their name, call it out, whisper it, and the closer the voice sounds, the further away he is. The further away it sounds, the closer he is. If he is spotted in the trees he will kill you, he does not like to be seen. His eyes shine in the dark, an odd purple color. Nobody knows what he looks like because there has never been a survivor that escaped. Even if they outran him at first, he is faster than most humans and will catch them in the end.

Arborless Verse - I Know Now You Can nly Hurt Me 'Cause I Let You Get To Know Me So Well (Arborless Firkle) - Firkle is the husband of Pete, and often treated poorly and like a weapon and breeding machine. He and Pete had Ares, who is one of the few people he is allowed to communicate with. He is a killer at heart and all he knows is what Pete allows him to know.

Mindless Verse - All This Pressure And All This Pain And All These Sings Swim Through My Veins (Mindless Verse) - Firkle ran from Michael when he found out he was pregnant and took their twins with him. He has not returned, though he has thought about it. He spends a lot of his time fighting and killing to take care of his daughters. They are more or less safe from abuse because he has a reputation.

He does not exist in the Warlord Verse.

MAINS AND SHIPS

MAINS

@vos-estis-sal-tarrae​ - Damien - Let’s Get Wasted Til 666 In The Morning (Firkle and Damien - Vos-Estis-Sal-Tarae)

@butyoudidntbreakme​ - Mole - The Worms Crawl In The Worms Crawl Out (Firkle and Mole - Butyoudidntbreakme)

@nxwkid​ -  - Douchebag/New Kid/Alex - Mighty Mouse Is On The Way (Firkle and Alex - Nxwkid)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Michael - Your Idle Screams Bring You Nothing But Doubt (Firkle and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Henrietta - She Was Having Black Coffee And A Cigarette (Firkle and Henrietta - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Mike - I Said From Hell They Came (Firkle and Mike - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Mia - It's Not A Thirst But A Hunger Inside (Firkle and Mia - SouthxParkxAfterxDark

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Vic - Composed With Hate I'm Filthy Wretched And Foul (Firkle and Vic - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Annie - Speak Softly And Be A Big Bitch (Firkle and Annie - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Miles -  Can't You See Me? You And I We Are The Same (Firkle and Miles - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@throughxthexmist​ - Ella  - You Wanna Know That It Doesn’t Hurt Me (Firkle and Ella - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ -  Ryan - Nobody Loves You When Your Skin Is So Pale (Firkle and Ryan - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Count Ravyncrowe - V Is For Vampire B Is For Blood (Firkle and Ravyncrowe - ThroughxThexMist

)@throughxthexmist​ - Vladimir - The Light Of Day Can Keep You Up All Night (Clyde and Vladimir - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Stan - It's Your Life But Their Way Follow Me It's All The Same (Firkle and Stan - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Craig - I Can Tell You Want Some Company (Firkle and Craig - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist​ - Kenny - It's My Move My Say I Think I Like It This Way (Firkle and Kenny - ThroughxThexMist)

@counterunit​ - Tachanka - If You Want It You Got It (Firkle and Tachanka - Counterunit)

SHIPS

@southxparkxafterxdark​ - Michael -  Maybe This Is Danger And He Just Don't Know (Michael x Firkle - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@counterunit​ - Tachanka - Will Death Be Our Last Kiss My Love? (Tachanka x Firkle - CounterUnit)

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

@southxparkxafterxdark

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

Firkle: Oh, no! Pain! My one weakness!

Mike: Isn't pain... Most peoples' weakness?

Firkle: I suppose so... But this is different.

Mike: ...?

Mike:

Mike: Oh.

Mike: OH.

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ Closed Starter For @southxparkxafterxdark ]

Finally.

It had taken all day to peel away the skin on that particular hand, due to the old, wrinkled nature of the thing. Still, that old man had been giving to his last breath. If Firkle hadn’t have been the reason for his death, he might have mourned him. But, these things weren’t on his mind.

No, he was done staring at this for a while. What he needed now was a smoke, maybe some Dilaudid, and to see if Michael was busy.

Carefully removing the butcher’s apron from his nude body, Firkle wiped his feet on the plastic tarp on the floor. The next step was the bathroom attached to this bedroom, where he took a cursory shower to get most of the obvious gore off of his body. It was the crud under his nails that got the most attention, because his hair was fine and he wasn’t as coated as he usually was.

That came from butchering most of Sal last night.

With a yawn, he killed the water and grabbed his fluffy, black towel from the hook on the back of the door. Toweling off, he pulled on the boxer briefs by the door, grabbing his t-shirt but not bothering to put it on.

That was, until he opened the door and found himself accosted by one of those stupid fucking vampire pussies. The one in particular, whose name he didn’t care to recall, shrieked upon nearly running him over, and disappeared into the throng of chatting bodies. 

Narrowing his eyes, Firkle sought out the nearest person that would listen; Mike, Larry, or Georgi. For once in their life, Georgi might get berated for this shit.

Fortunately for them, it was Mike that Firkle caught sight of first, mostly due to his height. It was hard mistaking his head for anyone else’s, either, and as Firkle slipped the ‘Suicidal Twin Kills Sister By Mistake’ t-shirt over his head, he made a beeline for the vampire.

“Mike. I’m going to ask you in the kindest way I can.” Firkle snagged Mike by the hair, yanking on it to get his attention, “What. The. Actual. Fuck?”

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

Firkle: [pulls out a knife]

Mike: How many of those do you have?

Firkle, pulling out more: How many do you need?

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ @southxparkxafterxdark liked for a starter || Mike ]

[ Firkle ]

‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,’ they said. 

Clearly, these people had never met Firkle Smith.

If people thought that Wendyl, or even Eric Cartman, were bad for their revenge plots... Well, Firkle had a lot of time on his hands and a much more grievous lack of remorse. If people hated him for it, he didn’t care; it gave him a wider berth on the sidewalk or another victim. Either way, he would be fine.

But Larry had made a very big mistake, in what he’d done to Michael, and there was really only one logical way to do something about it.

Thus, Mike had had to be taken.

There really was no other option. Larry had tied his hands.

Not unlike the vampire currenly splayed out on his basement floor. Having made Georgi promise not to come down, because he needed the whole basement for a ‘craft project’, he had ensured that it would be safe to do this. After all, he didn’t need to be caught.

The carpet had been peeled back to show the drain in the floor, which helped only a little bit for the moment. Mike didn’t have enough fresh blood in him to make a mess. Yet.

With both hands nailed to the cross with pure silver (in the form of railroad spikes, because Firkle was nothing short of an artist), Mike could have looked like Jesus. Perhaps the braid Firkle had absently tied into his hair, wrapped around his head, was meant to be his crown of thorns. Regardless, the aesthetics had needed to be adjusted.

His feet were not only nailed down, again with the silver spikes, but tied down with his favorite thick, long zip-ties. If nothing else, they’d keep him from kicking too much.

In one hand, an IV drip was set up to give a small dose of fresh blood every few minutes, just in case. Firkle was going to make this hurt, and he was going to make it last. After all, Larry had done the one thing in this world nobody ever should have done.

He had taken Michael’s death away from him.

Because of this, he was going to at least know that Mike was suffering for it. After all, going for Larry’s throat would have been met with passive apologies and silent begging. Going for Mike would get his point across.

Just to be on the safe side, Mike had been gagged thoroughly; a ball gag with a small chain and a stone pendulum trailing down his throat. Hopefully it would keep any explicit orders off the table.

“Miiiiike?” Firkle asked finally, looking down at him. “Mike, I didn’t drug you that much...”

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ Closed Starter For @southxparkxafterxdark ]

The bus barely stopped long enough to toss Firkle, his belongings, and some drunk guy out before it was gone. The man had been leaning on him, drooling, for a good portion of the drive, and he was finally able to do something about it.

Juvenile Hall had been Hell on Firkle. When one was convicted of a triple homicide at six, it was hard to try them as an adult. And the South Park police department was incompetent at the best of times, which meant that there were two or three clerical errors that drew his sentence short. Upon aging out at eighteen, the goth was freed.

And it was like letting predator loose in a preschool. 

With that drunken idiot bloody and twisted at the bus stop, Firkle picked up his meager suitcase, small now that he was grown, and started for home. South Park barely looked different, but everything was new. There had barely been a light in the cell he wasted his childhood in, and he hadn’t been allowed outside very often. 

Maybe that was why his hair was so damn long, now, and the last six or so inches were dark. The rest was a dull blond, only washed every so often due to people simply forgetting him. Six feet of limp, lifeless, blond hair hung off his head, and he hated it.

For now, he had simply tied it into a bad attempt at a bun to keep it out of his face and off the ground, but he’d have to cut it later. Pausing as he looked up at his house, he sighed. This already felt wrong...

It was then that he heard a door close, and his head jerked to the side. Woah. 

“Mike?” 

Oh, that was even more strange. Speaking again? His voice sounded rough, dry and hoarse from lack of use.