#bottom tweek tweak

[cyndrastic]

more fairly odd parents!!

pet shenanigans >:)

as i mentioned in a previous post, Tweek is a parrot, specifically a panama yellow head, and Craig is a guinea pig, specifically a rex guinea pig

Tweek is a pajama yellow head cause 1: colors fit, and 2: they’re one of the best talking parrots, meaning that Tweek in his pet form can still talk to people with the added bonus of being able to say whatever he wants without offending people cause “oh it’s just an animal it doesn’t know what it’s saying.”

Craig is a Rex guinea pig not for any specific reason other than they’re fluffier than most other breeds and tend to have a resting bitch face, which i thought fit Craig well.

bonus doodle under the cut please look at it!!

[cool-island-songs]

chapter 2 up of my church camp creggo fic

[ruby-winchester24]

Tweek Tweak headcanons!!

{sfw+nsfw} {fem reader}

when you first met him he was a total wreak, he was trying to come off his meth addiction and also trying to cope of being left by Craig.

when you got closer he figured out he wasn’t totally gay like he thought he was.

the school and his parents were also very surprised, mostly all is South Park.

his parents really do like you, but you don’t really for what they did to Tweek. but you still keep the peace.

they are happy to see there son happy again.

he found comfort in your presence more then he did in Craig, that definitely fucked up his emotions.

it took him a while to finally understand his emotions and not go into a panicked rage.

you had to be the one to confess your feelings first, i’m not sure if he could without having a panic attack.

a lot of people asked questions about your relationship.

mostly what’s it like to be with a spaz.

you work at the coffee shop with him.

and yes you do get paid very well😋

he always makes you go home early if you have to close shop because he is scared you will get kidnapped.

it was his idea to have life360 so he knows were you are at all times, because of anxiety.

he is actually in great shape for being a meth addict.

you are his biggest supporter when it comes to his boxing.

he always waves at you when he is in the ring.

he always has bruises or cuts on him from being punched so much.

boxing lets him release a lot of stress he has built up over the years, he finds it better then any therapy session.

he continued to do boxing throughout his childhood and now he is getting scouted out by prizefighting officials.

definitely thought it would be to much pressure.

poor boy is definitely starved of love so show him some.

thoroughly enjoys sleepovers.

you made him delete twitter because it makes him a nervous wreck.

he loves to cuddle at first he wasn’t so sure but now that’s almost all you do now.

he still has ticks, because of how messed up his body and mind are from the constant amount of meth is his system for years.

it also messed up his growth he is only 5’8 i don’t see him being to tall.

once you play cod zombies and he had a panic attack because it’s low key scary asf, so you don’t play that game anymore.

he told you about the underwear gnomes.

Craig was also surprised that Tweek wasn’t all about he way gay.

Craig was upset to see him with another person but he also dumped him because of how Tweek acts, so he moved on quick.

words of affirmation and quality time are his love languages, he just needs to know you actually love him😭

he forgets to brush his hair a lot so you always have to do it for him.

he is very insecure about himself especially his teeth because there so yellow from him drinking coffee every day for years.

because of his anxiety he is always worried that you will find someone better.

he freaks when you talk to another guy because what if he steals you from him!?

you always remind him that your not gonna leave him.

homeboy is always asking were your going when he see’s your location move on life360.

he does not like pda the most he will do is hold hands, he doesn’t like when people look at you guys.

you always drive him places, he hates driving.

also when you make a risky decision on the road he will scream like a child.

he talks a LOT.

he has mommy and daddy issues☹️

if you cry he will cry too.

you guys have spa days a lot, it relaxes him so much.

he writes you letters all the time it’s the easiest way for him to express his love for you.

his hands are freakishly big compared too the size his wrists

he love’s fidget toys.

NSFW!!

switch, mostly a bottom bitch.

5 inches.

but when he does top he goes feral.

his pace is always fast and animalistic.

he holds you like your a porcelain doll

when he is jealous he goes crazy in the bedroom, but he will not degrade you but he will put you in your place.

he would hold you with a death grip.

he would make you make eye contact with him when he cums.

“why w-would you make me jealous like that!”

“you know that i’m t-the only one that can make you feel t-this way!”

“ahhh fuck your p-pussy is so good~”

eye contact that’s all i got to say.

remember how i said his love language is words of affirmation that also includes in the bedroom.

“oh g-god i love you so much”

“ahh jesus you make me feel so good”

when he is on bottom he is super whiny and he just wants to be good for you.

he calls you mommy 100%

and yes he likes to be pegged. that is 70% of sex between you guys.

he really likes a slow pace, he would rather make love then fuck.

he is mostly vanilla but he does like is praise.

sometimes he likes to act like a brat so you punish him.

his favorite punishment is when you deny his orgasm but that’s his little secret

he always holds your hand during sex, he just wants to touch you.

kissing always turns him on. every single time.

poor guy just wants to make you feel good.

he loves it and when you call him sweet nicknames

“your doing so good for me sweetheart”

“such a good boy for mommy~”

he is LOUD, like i’m pretty sure the neighbors can hear…

i am so so sorry for not getting this out sooner i had some bad writers block but thank you for the support over this time i luv you all❤️

[alister312]

Summary:

Craig's mad at Tweek and Kyle's mad at Stan. Spending Friday night moping around the school is pretty lame though, so Craig decides they should do something to rile their exes up.

this is an attack for @iksvolforb for the @spinthetags south park olympics! art is by @danilazuli and not included within the attack.

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It wasn’t uncommon for Craig and Tweek to be “on the outs” every other week. Usually it started with a small fight that they both pushed down, resolving to talk about it later like mature people, only to forget to do that between the pressures of school and (in Tweek’s case) work. This built and built until it burst and one of them couldn’t handle it anymore and they broke up. They never meant to; they were just teenagers. Not everyone could achieve the same emotional maturity Wendy and Tolkien seemingly effortlessly did.

This particular break up was really bugging Craig though because normally when they broke up, they got back within the month. The problem this time was that neither of them would admit that they were wrong. Craig thought it was pretty clear that Tweek should apologize for forgetting their goddamn anniversary, but Tweek was adamant that Craig should understand by now that he has a job with hours he can never predict because his dad fucking sucks. Tweek’s dad did suck, but it was their anniversary. That had to take priority (the work-skipping kind).

It didn’t, apparently, so the next month rolled around and Craig found himself still single. What was worse, Tweek wouldn’t even talk to him. Craig never liked to think of himself as the kind of guy who had to be in a relationship to function, but he was coming to realize that he couldn’t remember being out of one for this long before. Much of his life outside of school had happened around Tweek, or around where he worked. 

His life wasn’t all Tweek of course; there was Clyde. Clyde had started spending more time with Jimmy these days though and they had some long standing Friday night tradition checking out whatever local live show they could find in Denver. It was their thing, like how Craig’s used to be hanging out at Tweak Bros. with Kenny, waiting for Tweek. Kenny was more of a friend of a friend though, or friend of an ex now, so Craig was left with no one tonight.

Devoid of literally anything else to do and not wanting to just go home, Craig decided to wander the school. Aside from completely barren hallways, it wasn’t so different from normal school hours. Teachers sat in their classrooms hunched over papers, grading until they couldn’t take it anymore. A few students stuck around in odd nooks and crannies, mostly those who couldn’t find peace and quiet anywhere else. The goths were out back, basically permanent fixtures.

Craig’s wanderings eventually took him to the gym. He could hear the squeak of sneakers on rubber, so he opened the door. Inside was Kyle, practicing layups alone. He looked over at Craig in the doorway.

“Oh, hey.”

“Hey,” Craig replied. He chewed his bottom lip, teetering on the possibility of sticking around. He and Kyle were on… fine terms with each other. Not friends, not unfriendly. Staying wouldn’t be weird, but it might be awkward. Watching him practice would guarantee Craig an excuse for at least another hour though, so he stepped inside and over to the bleachers.

“Um,” Kyle said. “Did you… want to join in or—”

“No.” Craig waved his hand dismissively. “You keep… tossing that ball or whatever. I’ll just be here.”

“Okay…” Kyle frowned, dragging out the word. He sighed and shook his head, rolling his shoulders and going back to his layups. Craig sat down next to Kyle’s gym bag and took out his phone, mindlessly scrolling between apps. Occasionally he looked up at Kyle. Craig really didn’t know or care much about sports so he couldn’t say what made Kyle good, but he was clearly skilled. It was hard to make team captain if you sucked.

Kyle kept glancing over at Craig from time to time, curious about him. Craig hoped to avoid talking about it but when they accidentally made eye contact, he knew he couldn’t. Kyle was at least nice enough to wait half a minute before clearing his throat.

“So,” he said, “any reason you’re here and not… anywhere else?” Craig shrugged, keeping his eyes locked on his phone. Kyle let out an exasperated sigh. “I mean like, shouldn’t you be spending Friday night with, I don’t know, Tweek or something?”

“Shouldn’t you be spending it with Stan or something?” Craig said, as nastily as he could in his usual monotone. The clumsy clang of the basketball on the rim (as opposed to the quiet swish of the net he’d gotten used to) made Craig look up again. Kyle’s brows were knit together and he wore a deep scowl.

“Yeah. Well,” Kyle grumbled. Craig raised an eyebrow. Apparently he and Tweek weren’t the only ones fighting. 

His eyes shifted from Kyle down to his gym bag. It was decorated with the South Park Cows logo, some safety pins (probably Stan’s), and a rainbow ribbon tied to the main pocket’s zipper. Kyle had the proud title of the school’s first voluntarily out gay kid, so up-front, loud, and proud when he announced it. Craig had always secretly really appreciated him for it. Being the role model gay kid wasn’t something he was suited for. Kyle handled it much better.

“Hey.” Craig looked back over at Kyle, feeling the kind of stupidly impulsive that came from two months apart from your longtime boyfriend. “Do you wanna go out?” A resounding thud sounded from the backboard as Kyle missed again. He’d whipped his head to stare at Craig so fast his hair smacked him in his face. Kyle swore as he pushed it back, then frowned at Craig.

“What the hell did you just say?”

“Do you wanna go out,” Craig repeated. “You’re gay, I’m gay, both of us are mad at our exes—”

“I’m not mad at Stan,” Kyle said.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Broflovski.”

“Ok asshole, even if I was, why would that mean I’d go out with you?”

“To piss Stan off like he pissed you off,” Craig said. “Look, it doesn’t have to be a real date. We get out of here, go to Tweak Bros. so Tweek can see me with you and then you can post a picture of us so Stan will see you with me.”

“That’s a shit plan, Craig.”

“Ok, well, you have nothing better to do, so…” Craig shrugged. Kyle glared at him, but he also glared down at the floor, thinking. After a few moments of muttering, he threw his hands up in the air.

“Why not,” Kyle said. “You’re paying for my coffee and anything else though.” He crossed the gym floor and picked up his bag. “I gotta shower and change. I’ll meet you outside.” Though fearing for his wallet, Craig smiled a little as he watched Kyle leave. If nothing else, this had to at least get Tweek talking to him again.

***

Only fifteen minutes later, Craig found himself sitting in the passenger seat of Kyle’s car. That was another thing he’d always secretly appreciated about Kyle– his promptness. He also cleaned up nicely, his hair freshly spritzed with something that made it soft and got rid of any evidence of sweat. They both had on a similar outfit of pants, a shirt, and a jacket but Kyle’s pants were chinos (not jeans) and his jacket not as old as Craig’s. Even though it wasn’t a real date, Craig felt bad that he was underdressed in comparison. He took off his hat and combed his fingers through his hair on the ride over. A little more effort than he usually put in. It would do.

“Ah shit,” Kyle muttered when they pulled in. Craig followed his gaze to Kenny’s car parked nearby.

“You know he and Tweek are, like, super close, right?” Craig said.

“Yeah, I know,” Kyle sighed. “That doesn’t mean I knew he’d be here. If Kenny sees us together, he’s gonna bug me about it all weekend.”

“We can tell him to fuck off then,” Craig said, knowing full well that he’d probably also get Kenny hounding him about this “date” and equally not looking forward to it. “It’s none of his business.”

“I doubt he’ll listen but… we’ll see,” Kyle said, smiling tiredly. He turned the car off and got out with Craig following.

Tweak Bros. always smelled like home to Craig. Coffee was way too bitter in terms of taste but the smell was so comforting, like a sigh at the end of a long day. It wrapped around them, a warm and welcoming escape from the Colorado night as they stepped inside. Craig could smell that Tweek had recently taken out a fresh batch of scones too, cinnamon chip ones.

He was there behind the counter– Tweek. His head perked up at the chime of the bell as the door opened, an instinctive customer-service smile halfway on his face.

“Hi, I’ll be with you in a mo—” Tweek froze, realizing who they were. Craig did his best to appear completely unaffected, walking up to the cash register. Behind him, Kyle hesitated for a moment, but he joined Craig and stared at the menu hanging above them. He squinted at it, looking oddly confused.

“You good?” Craig asked. “You can read it, right?”

“Of course I can,” Kyle snapped at him, too quickly, which meant he couldn’t. The print was pretty small and Craig remembered then that Kyle needed glasses. He’d assumed that he never wore them because he opted for contacts instead, but maybe he just straight up never saw well. Craig took out his phone and pulled up the Google doc of the menu. Years ago, Tweek had entrusted it to him to help him study and memorize it.

“Here,” Craig said, giving it to Kyle.

“Oh,” Kyle said, surprised. “Thanks Craig.” He looked through it while Craig waited. He always got the same thing so he was ready, but Tweek was doing literally anything but coming to take their orders. There were only so many imaginary spots he could clean though and people started lining up behind Craig and Kyle, so he eventually gritted his teeth and walked over.

“Welcome to Tweak Bros., what can I get for you?” Tweek said in the most forced polite tone Craig had ever heard from him. It genuinely upset him a bit, but if he got upset then Tweek won, so he just blinked slowly instead.

“Small chai tea,” Craig said, then turned to Kyle. “Babe, what do you want?” The coffeeshop air was suddenly no longer warm, but thick with an icy intenseness as both Kyle and Tweek froze at that statement. Kyle’s finger hovered over the phone screen and Craig could see the gears turning in his head. He tensed, just slightly, bracing himself for just in case Kyle decided to slap him for his boldness. Thankfully, Tweek’s palpable rage kept him from also noticing any of this.

“Just one sec,” Kyle said, apparently deciding to roll with Craig. “Uh, I’ll have a latte. Hot, grande size, with oat milk instead of the regular dairy. Three pumps of vanilla syrup, plus an extra shot of espresso, and no foam. Oh, and one of those brownies in the case. No, two actually. And that, uh, turkey wrap thing. Warmed up.”

Kyle patted Craig’s arm and smiled, promising to find them a table as he walked away, but there was a bit of smugness to it. A satisfaction that he’d managed to craft the perfect frustrating and expensive order and left Craig to deal with the consequences of it all. And people thought Craig was an asshole.

“Jesus, what even is that order?” Tweek grumbled, scribbling away at a cup. “Does he know this isn’t– nngh– fucking Starbucks?”

“I’ve seen you make that kind of thing before though,” Craig said.

“Shut up,” Tweek said. “That’ll be $25 dollars and I’m not putting it on a tab.”

***

A few minutes later and $30 dollars poorer (he tipped, of course, even though Tweek told him that wouldn’t change anything), Craig made his way to the table where Kyle was doing his best to avoid eye contact with Kenny, who was standing over him. He turned his attention to Craig.

“Ok, Craig, what the hell?” Kenny said.

“What do you mean?” Craig sat down at the table.

“This,” Kenny gestured back and forth between Craig and Kyle. “What the hell is going on here? I know both of you are going through respective rough patches right now, but being petty isn’t going to fix that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re just on a normal first date.”

“You’re a damn liar, Craig. I’m not stupid. I can’t believe you dragged another person into your problems. And Kyle, c’mon, you’re above this. You have to know this is a bad idea.”

“Oh fuck off, Kenny,” Kyle said, now glaring up at him. “Craig asked me out and I said yes because I wanted to go out with him. That’s all there is to it.” He reached across the table and defiantly took Craig’s hand, interlacing their fingers. Craig blushed. Sure he’d initiated the whole date idea and called Kyle “babe” but he hadn’t expected Kyle to so adamantly defend him. It was nice though.

Kyle’s fieriness was honestly pretty attractive. He sat up straighter and jutted his chin out a bit, his cheeks tinted pink with annoyance. He wasn’t jacked or anything, actually fairly slender, but he had some definite muscle tone and his eyes burned a deep green, challenging anyone to cross him. Honestly, Craig realized, Kyle reminded him a lot of Tweek. He was like if Tweek had a steadier head on his shoulders, which was one of the things Craig had often guiltily wished for.

Maybe, subconsciously, he’d known that and that was why he chose Kyle for this.

“Yeah,” Craig smiled. “Fuck off, Kenny.” He flipped off Kenny, who rolled his eyes and held his hands up, walking away. Kyle sighed.

“God,” he muttered, reaching for his drink and the food. “I love Kenny but I hate when he treats me like I don't know what I’m doing. I’m not a kid.”

“Maybe it’s because you ordered two brownies for dinner?” Craig asked.

“So?” Kyle scoffed. “I was working out when you saw me, remember? I’m hungry.”

“Yeah,” Craig said. “The brownies here kind of suck though. They’re dry.

“Ugh, now you tell me. I hate dry brownies.”

“Same.” Craig took a sip of his drink. “What else pisses you off?” Kyle seemed thrown by the question, but slowly he started opening up. 

Neither of them were angry people exactly, but they did both have a lot of things that irked them. Craig usually didn’t bring it up because happy-go-lucky Clyde couldn’t sympathize and paranoid Tweek often thought Craig was secretly talking about him. It was a relief to not have to cage himself. Kvetching, Kyle called it. It was one of his favorite destressors. Even though Kyle’s kvetching lost its fieriness as the night went on, Craig thought the smiles he switched to were just as attractive.

Last call for orders seemed to come too soon, even if they had actually been there for hours. Besides Kenny and of course Tweek, only they and some guy typing away at his laptop were left.

“We should go,” Craig said.

“Don’t you want to stay til closing though?” Kyle frowned. “To talk to Tweek?”

“We’ll do that tomorrow,” Craig shrugged. “So we can head out after you have your picture.”

“Oh yeah,” Kyle murmured. “I forgot about that.” He took out his phone and scooted closer to Craig, leaning back and tilting his head so it was just shy of resting on Craig’s shoulder. The idea of it was there, though, that he might do that. Craig too gave the subtle hint of closeness without actually going for it, his face tilted just so that, any moment, he just might nuzzle Kyle’s hair. It was tempting.

In a second the photo was over and Kyle was no longer inches away. Craig watched him post it with the caption “Had a good time tonight 💙”. It was clear, but subtle. Craig liked it. As they exited, Kyle’s phone started ringing. The name on the screen read “Stan”.

“Wow,” Craig said.

“God, that was fast,” Kyle muttered. He stared at the name as it kept ringing. Again those gears were turning in his head and Craig wondered what exactly was going through his head this time. Kyle let it ring all the way to the end and the screen informed he had one missed call from Stan. As it started up again, Kyle hung up on purpose and stuck his phone in his pocket.

“Hey, do you think there’s a lot of people at Stark’s Pond right there?” he asked Craig.

“Probably,” Craig said. “I know a spot near it that's kind of hidden though. I stargaze there.”

“Wanna go?” Kyle smiled. Through the window, Craig caught Tweek’s gaze. All the malice that had been it all evening was gone and it was soft, confused. They would talk tomorrow. About what, Craig wasn’t entirely sure. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to come out of the conversation.

For now, he nodded to Kyle and walked back to his car with him. Kyle switched his phone to vibrate before pulling out. Craig had a strong suspicion that he was putting off his own conversation, but he didn’t care. Stark’s Pond was waiting for them.

[kira-broflovski]

tweek tweak hcs: what dating him is like

note: i love him sm

poor boy is so scared

of literally everything

he has no idea what he's doing, he doesn't want to scare you away because of how happy you make each other

i can see his love language being words of affirmation, so you try your best to reassure him

you've also learned to make sure to have extra coffee available either with you or in your house, for when he comes over

your parents adore him, even with the random screaming

his parents noticed he's relatively calmer around you. so they are grateful for you and you're welcome any time

when you have sleepovers you'll probably have to tire him out somehow so he doesn't wake you up as much

if he does wake you up, after he stops panicking, he feels bad so he'll either get you something or take you somewhere to make up for it

he's not a big fan of pda, understandably, but he does like it when you're close to him along with holding his hand and kissing his cheek

you'd probably have to initiate it, but the times where he has are so adorable. though he'd probably end up giving up and waiting for you to make the first move.

your date nights are often in more secluded or completely private places just so he doesn't freak out too much

everyone else at school has noticed he's calmer when you're with him, so nobody bothers you

very wholesome all around

[NSFW]

he's a bottom, so you'd have to take the lead

i feel like he'd lowkey have a thing for praise without him even realising himself

he will melt if you tell him he's doing a good job

for some reason feels bad that you have to take the lead, so he balances it out with amazing aftercare

bless him he's trying

[daisys-silliness]

Safe in your mothers arms

Characters: Mrs. Tweak/Tweek

Lee/Ler(s): Lee!Tweek, Ler!Mrs. Tweak

Summary: Tweek is terrified by the news and thunderstorm outside, luckily his mom is there to help him calm down.

Notes: Hi I haven't written in a long while so I apologize if the quality isn't the greatest. Also this is a tickle fic, please skip by if you do not enjoy fics like these, ty :)

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It was a Saturday in South Park. Not many people were out due to the storm, so most stores were closed because of it. Mrs. Tweak absolutely did not want her son out in that storm either so she decided to keep the store closed.

Tweek sat on the couch. He was already shaking and freaking out because of the loud sounds outside. There was never a storm this loud in South Park before. It was..very frightening to say the least.

Tweek was on edge already, and he decided to look at the news to see how bad everything was. Of course, they were covering how trees were falling over and catching on fire, and how there could be potential deaths from that.

Tweek gasped and began screaming and panicking when he saw this. He threw the remote on the sofa and looked out the window, seeing a tree branch fall over in the road. He began crying as this was too much to take in. Mrs. Tweak heard the commotion and immediately stopped what she was doing to rush into the living room and crouch down in front of Tweek.

Mrs. Tweak: "Honey?! Son..what happened?"

Tweek: "WAAA!! THE TREES!! THEY'RE GONNA FALL ON THE HOUSE AND CATCH FIRE!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Oh honey..I can assure you that won't happen. There aren't even trees near our house anyway. Nothing will happen to you and I will make sure of it. Come here"

Mrs. Tweak picked up her son and held him close. She rocked him gently as she placed his head on her chest, his ear close to hear her heartbeat. She gently rubbed Tweek's back as she comforted her son.

Tweek slowly started to calm down. He hugged his mom as he let himself be comforted. The feeling was nice...and it was enough to drown out the negative things for the moment. She looked at Tweek and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Mrs. Tweak: "Let’s get you comfortable honey. You can lay in bed and I'll bring you your dinner."

Tweek: "But what..what about if you're in the kitchen and I'm in- oh god!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Do you want me to be in here with you while we eat?"

Tweek nodded. He felt more at ease when someone was with him and he didn't feel alone. He felt this way with anyone close to him, like Craig, Stan's gang (err.. sometimes), Bebe and Wendy, and his mom. Tweek gave his mom another hug before he was set down on his bed. He was noticeably still on edge a little.

Mrs. Tweak: "Are you alright? Do you need anything else?"

Tweek: "I- uh...I don't know. I- ARG! too much pressure thinking!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Here, I already have something in mind"

Before Tweek could ask, Mrs. Tweak sat down next to him and crept her hands onto Tweek's stomach, wiggling her fingers on his skin. Tweek almost immediately began to giggle and squirm as she started, wiggling around like a worm. She began to explore her tickling fingers up to his ribs and armpits, causing Tweek to shriek and try to bat at her hands.

Tweek: "Mohohom!!! No!! Not therehehe!!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Why not? You look like your having fun"

She removed her hands from his shirt and took a gentle hold of his ankle, lightly swiping her nails across the bottom of his foot. Tweek snorted and laughed more, trying to wiggle out. He curled his toes down and kept trying to pull away as he laughed from the tickly sensation.

Mrs. Tweak then flew her hands back to Tweek's stomach, letting her fingers dance around the sensitive skin. Tweek's legs began kicking as he wiggled around, he was definitely having fun and he felt a lot better. After a bit, Mrs. Tweek stopped when she noticed Tweek doing the "that's enough" wave.

She smiled and picked up Tweek, hugging her son, and Tweek hugged back. A smile on his face was now present as the tickles helped him and his mood. Suddenly Tweek felt himself being slightly raised. He was confused and was about to question, but was interrupted by the feeling of a raspberry on his stomach.

Tweek shrieked and cackled, slightly covering his face in embarrassment. She gave him a few more raspberries on his bellybutton, sending Tweek into a series of snorty high-pitched giggles. She set him down on the bed after that, and he was still a giggling mess. Mrs. Tweak slightly giggled herself.

Mrs. Tweak: "I love you, Tweek"

Tweek, still through giggles: "I-I love you too, mom"

Mrs. Tweak: "I'm going to be in the kitchen, just come down if you need anything, alright?"

Tweek nodded and watched his mom leave the room. He covered his face in deep embarrassment from the surprise raspberries, but he wasn't really complaining. While he waited for his mom, he messed around with his legos a bit. He made a 2d "image" of himself, Craig, and Stripe..oh yeah he was definitely keeping that.

Occasionally, Tweek went downstairs to talk with his mom and just be with her in the kitchen. Once dinner was done, they headed to Tweek's room and ate while chatting. Tweek told her about all the silly shenanigans that happens in the coffee shop with Kenny and the goths when his mom isn't present in the front.

After dinner, Tweek got ready to head to bed. He felt uneasy sleeping alone with the storm still active..so he quietly snuck in his mom's room when she was about to sleep. She really didn't question why Tweek was doing what he was, and let him sleep in her bed. It was a better day for Tweek, safe in his mom's arms.

[trottlecanon]

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i have 6 cats and a dog i love them so so much

i first discovered the osc in 2016 and ive been fixating on it on and off ever since </3 so far ive watched bfdi, ii, hfjone, burner, and cfmot and i plan 2 watch a lot more! a few showz on my list are extraordinary excellent entitiez, the nightly manor, ion, etc!

some of my other hyperfixationz/interests are total drama, vocaloid, project sekai, hell park/south park, dr stone, percy jackson, lps 2012, pokemon, spooky month, tbhk, AND A LOT MORE god im in so many fandomz plz

i kin a lot of characterz…my highest kinz are leafy (bfb), fan (ii), nene kusanagi (pjsekai), amelia euler (one), taylor nolan (one), teardrop (bfb), x (bfb), remote (tpot), suitcase (ii), microphone (ii), tweek tweak, heidi turner, pip pirrup, mafuyu asahina (project sekai), ena shinonome (pjsekai), AND SO MANY MORE BC IM MENTALLY ILL

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bfb/bfdi/tpot: tree x bottle, liy x leafy, teardrop x leafy, pillow x book, gelatin x leafy, tennis ball x goof ball, pin x coiny, and a bunch of other ships with leafy LMAO

inanimate insanity: poly bright lights, fan x test tube, lightbulb x paintbrush, suitcase x microphone, soap x microphone, lifering x tea kettle, baseball x nickel, suitcase x balloon (only platonically!)

hfjone: liam x bryce x amelia, taylor x charise, bryce x amelia, liam x owen

cumfart and burner: spraypaint x kit, kit x rozey, tissuez x record, knify x picture, chargery x socka, yoshka x kratcy

project sekai: nene x tsukasa, kohane x akito, an x kohane, akito x toya, mizuki x an, rui x emu, ena x airi, minori x kohane

tbh the only tdi ships i like so far are noah x cody and tyler x lindzay

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[rigormortisriot]

Like I promised, a crossposting of my most popular fic from AO3 to here.

Fandom : South Park

Characters : Tweek Tweak, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak's parents (mentioned)

Shipping : Tweek Tweak/Craig Tucker (m/m)

Song : Brave as a Noun (AJJ)

Genre : Hurt/Comfort

Word Count : 2,740

Tags : Panic Attacks, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Neglect, Non-Graphic Descriptions of Self-Harm, Abuse of Authority, Controlling Behavior, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Creek in love, Tweek shows his love through words, Craig shows his love through actions, Swearing, Cuddling

Please let me know if I need to tag more

Sometimes, Tweek could feel the pressure of his parents down his back even when he was so far away from them. The only time it wasn’t a screaming siren in his head was when he could hang out with Craig, but that was still rare. It was scary how often the siren and the pressure would force their way into his head when he was alone, as if he was nothing more than a soundbox for testing terrible feelings.

His scratching started not long after his parents had cracked down on his outside time, citing that ‘his chores had been put off for his silly down time’. He knew that he had finished his chores that week, he had! What had been left off the list that had gotten him in trouble? He’d ended up having to work until his hands had blistered in order to get his little free time he had back, and god, it had hurt later.

Craig had frowned when he first saw him scratching at his head, then his neck. It had just made Tweek scratch harder at the idea that he had upset his boyfriend. Said boyfriend had taken to holding his hand when the scratching got worse, and then to side holding him while they walked to keep his arms pinned down when he yanked his hands back to rake his nails down his skin.

Three months in, the pressure and the sirens had started to howl even when he was with Craig. He knew that his parents had installed a new parenting app onto his phone when he had handed it over for the night. It tracked and reported his location, as well as how long he spent at any certain place. They could even lock his phone down from theirs, leaving him to race home to figure out what they needed so he could actually text his friends again. He wanted to scream or cry, whichever would make his parents and the pressure go away. As it turns out, it was both.

Craig had startled back towards his pillow when the blonde had let out a wail at his cell’s screen. Tweek had jolted upwards and almost hit his head on the low-hanging lights that he and Craig had hung up last year when it was too dark to see but too late to turn on the ceiling light. A mix between a sob and a proper scream escaped from his lips before he could stop it, his fist coming up to choke the rest off. The feeling of his teeth sinking into tender flesh almost relieved his panic, but the all-encompassing fear that was felt when he re-read his text had him shaking harder.

“Tweek, dude, what’s wrong?” Craig asked, his eyes following Tweek’s movements. He reached up to removed his boyfriend’s hand out of his mouth, worried about the amount of pressure he was applying to his own skin.

Instead of a verbal answer, the phone was shoved towards him. With a glance back up to Tweek, Craig took the cell and read over the text. He could feel his blood starting to boil the more he read, and it wasn’t long before he was typing back. He made sure to sign his name before sending it back out to Tweek’s shitstains of parents, and he tossed the phone to the bottom of the bed. With a sigh, Craig rubbed his eyes before he heard a sadly famaliar noise. He shot his head up in time to watch Tweek pull at his hair, twisting and pulling it in different directions as he scrapped at his face. It was scary to watch, like a snake trying to eat itself.

With a quick movement, he pinned Tweek down onto the bed and flopped down. He waited until the other boy had stopped struggling before rolling and taking him into a tight hug, fingers laced into his hair with gentle movements. It wasn’t long before Tweek’s crying picked up again, wails and almost whispered screams reverbating against the walls. It was probably good that Craig’s parents were out of town.

It took about thirty minutes for his crying to settle down, but when it did Tweek took a moment to wipe the tears from his face and collect himself. Craig simply placed his chin on top of Tweek’s head and closed his eyes. This was nice, this was okay, this was peaceful….Until the phone started to chime.

With a twitch, the blonde tried to lean up to grab his phone but was stopped by the raven. He huffed and tried again, yet again to be stopped.

“Dude, I need to respond back. I’ll get in trouble!” He murmured into Craig’s shirt, almost wishing he could simply disappear.

“If they want to talk, they can come here and do it. You are staying here tonight.” Craig’s tone spoke of no argument, and Tweek didn’t have the energy to make one.

With a pout, Tweek’s head flopped back down onto his boyfriend’s chest. He grumbled a little, more for show than anything else before closing his eyes as well. The siren was still there, but much more mellowed. It was a moment before he thought to ask, “Hey, what did you even tell them?”

“Oh,” Craig started, “Just to fuck off and suck my dick. Not much.”

Tweek snorted and hit the raven’s shoulder gently. The smile on his face was genuine and he couldn’t help but feel happy that Craig had stood between him and his parents.

“Dick.” He laughed out.

“Pussy.” He heard back.

If he had fallen asleep to the sound of Craig’s breathing and the multiple chimes of his phone, he wouldn’t deny if asked.

[revenant-coining]

Hey! I was wondering if I could get a gender and fiction kin flag based off of Tweek Tweak from South Park?

[ID: a rectangular flag with 7 horizontal lines. sizes in this order from top to bottom: thick, medium, thick, medium, thick, medium, thick. colors in this order from top to bottom: green, dull tan, tan, light yellow, tan, dull tan, green. in the center of the flag is a fictionkin symbol, two interlocking circles with a small circle interlocked with the bottom of the circles. on top of the small circle is the letter F. the symbol is the color green and outlined in light yellow. End ID]

Tweek Tweak Fictionkin flag, and a gender has been coined here (link)

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @troublewithvampires​   ⟶   ❛  ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . //for craig! can be something minor, *or* if you wanna go full self indulgence, maybe sal is there for the aftermath of a fight with tweek--time to be on that anti-creek shit  ❜   ╱   (  nonverbal , accepting .  )

      Craig sucks in a breath as the alcohol rag makes contact with the scratches on his face and instinctively pulls away a bit before remembering that he doesn’t want to look weak in front of Sal.  Sal wouldn’t begrudge him for that, he’s been around the vampire long enough to know, but there’s still some part of him that finds it difficult to open up to a man in the same way he might with his mother.  Blame it on his dad, maybe, the guy who would have encouraged the fight.

      Of course, his mom wouldn’t react well if he told her about this, so he is keeping it to himself for now.  He has been completely taciturn on the subject with everyone and has hardly spoken a word about how his injuries came to be, although Sal already knows, having been the one to separate them, to pull Tweek off of him.

      Craig sits on his hands to prevent himself from interfering with Sal’s work, and he finally opens his mouth to defend Tweek.  “He didn’t mean to,” he says shyly.  “It’s not a big deal—he just thought I was somebody else.  He’s been… seeing things.”  Craig is scared.  He doesn’t know how to deal with someone who hallucinates.  Telling Tweek it’s not real just makes him more irate and terrified, and Craig can kind of understand that because nobody likes to feel as if they’re going crazy, or… that’s what he would assume.  He doesn’t want to validate that shit, either, though, he’s stuck.

      “He barely knows where he is half the time anymore.  That’s why you haven’t seen him a lot, he’s—”  Craig bites down hard on his swollen bottom lip, tears springing into his eyes, which is just a natural reaction to the pain and certainly not related to anything else going on.  He can’t say Tweek’s parents are taking care of him when that isn’t true.  He has no proof, but he suspects Mr. and Mrs. Tweak were the ones who pushed Tweek over the edge and made him start tearing open the drywall to get at characters that weren’t there.

      “Mom doesn’t need to know about this,” Craig says.  She told him she was happy he and Tweek managed to work things out between them, and he doesn’t want to disappoint her.  “There’s nothing she can do about it, and it wasn’t his fault, anyway.  It wasn’t anyone’s fault.”

[thatsreallynotit]

So this is a DRAFT of the list, it will definitely be edited in time and there will be many characters added.

Teacher one - invisible man

Clyde Donovan - skeleton

Craig Tucker - Wight

Tweek Tweak - Imp

Jimmy Valmer - zombie

Tolkien Black - medusa thing (Gorgon)

Kenny - Ghost

Stan Marsh - werewolf

Kyle Brovlofski - Vampire

Eric cartman - slime person thing

Butters- Mummy

Wendy Testaberger - Witch

Bebe Stevens - Shapeshifter

Heidi Turner - Siren

Nichole Daniels - mermaid

Brimmy - satyr

Teacher one as invisible man - he’s invisible, but he still wears clothes so everybody knows where he is. He wears a hat and classes so everybody know where his head is.

Clyde as a Skeleton - He still wears his clothes and still has hair, his face is just a skull and his neck is bones. When clothes are off, he’s a full skeleton. If he falls apart he can still survive, it’s just if any parts get crushed he can’t use it and if his skull is crushed, he dies.

Craig as a Wight - he can drain souls and give them back anytime, his skin is pail and his skin is cold to the touch.

Tweek as an imp - wings, tail and imp legs

Tolkien Gorgon - he has one snake that he can control, and heif he takes his blindfold off, he can turn whoever he wants into stone. The amount of time depends on what color his eyes are. Red - forever, Blue - for the day and night , Green - a few hours

Kenny as a ghost - walk through objects, can float, if Craig drains his soul, he dies until his soul is given back. Instead of legs, he has that little squiggly bottom part.

Wendy as a witch - can cast spells, can NOT be transformed

Jimmy as a zombie - he’s one of the few that can transform monsters that are more human than monster, (very rare), he doesn’t need brains to live, but it is his favorite food (he usually never eats brains as normally it will kill…duh), to transform others he just has to bite them.

Stan as a werewolf - he’s one of the few that can be transformed by transformer monsters, he has ears and a tail, claws and sharp teeth. He has an enhanced sense of smell and hearing. If he wanted to, he can become a complete furry, what a normal werewolf looks like.

Kyle as a vampire - He’s a transformer monster. He has fangs and he can turn into a bat. He can walk on walls and ceilings. He doesn’t need blood, but it is his favorite drink. He can be out in the sun but his eyes are more sensitive so it still hurts, but only his eyes.

Eric as a slime thing - he’s slime. He can still looks like him, but as slime. He can’t eat and he can’t be out in the sun for too long or he’ll melt, can’t be out in the cold for too long or he’ll freeze.

Bebe as a shapeshifter - One of the few that can be transformed by a transformer monster. She can take the shape of anyone and anything as long as it is/was a living thing. She can even turn into the human versions of people, just not herself. If she transforms into somebody, she does not get their power, only take appearances.

Heidi as a siren - she has a tail and HAS to be in water. Her ears are mermaid ears and she has sharp teeth, blue eyes. Despite this, she still looks beautiful. In the classroom, she has her own little place that she shares with Nichole, the mermaid. Her ability is called siren song. She has multiple songs that all have different effects. To block her songs, just cover your ears the best you can. Even if you can barely hear it, she can still use it.

Siren song one - she can control anybody she wants.

Siren song two - People are trapped under a love spell, they want to be with her. Until she snaps then out of it.

Siren song three - draws people to her.

Siren song four - this to her is beautifully sung but it’s very high pitched. This is a high frequency song that can burst eardrums if high enough.

Nichole as a mermaid - she has a tail and like those mermaid ears. She can slightly control water. That’s about it.

Brimmy as a Satyr - he had goat legs, a goat tail and goat horns. (He doesn’t have a major role so he gets little info.)

Other stuff

Mutuals - To be a mutual, two people have to share blood (see •). When two people become mutuals, the person who gains the shared blood gains the semi-appearance and powers of their mutual. So for example, if Tweek gave Craig his blood and made each other mutuals, Craig would gain wings and horns, but smaller than tweek. Visa versa, tweek would gain pail skin, cold skin and would have the ability to drain souls.

•The person who gives the blood does NOT gain anything. The person receiving the blood does. If they both gained each others blood THEN they would both gain the semi-appearance and abilities of each other.

••Mutuals aren’t very common because trust is a big part. Usually, mutuals are two people who are really close, have been close, ect.

•••mutuals aren’t supported by everyone. Some believe that mutuals are disgraceful because they’re “hybrids.”

••••sometimes, the person who gains powers can’t control them and they’re basically taken over. They’re a shell of who they once were.

Transformer monsters - Monsters that have the ability to transform people that are more human than monster into what they are. For example, when a zombie bites a human, they turn to a zombie. Vampire bites human, they become a vampire, and so on. This is the same case for them.

Blood moon - Nobody knows when this happens, it’s always random. A few days before the blood moon is complete, monsters will notice and board themselves in their house and do whatever they can to keep themselves isolated. When the full moon is complete, monsters will turn hostile and lose control of themselves. They’ll only go off of instinct and attack and feed. There is no way to stop this. Because if the spell, blood moons don’t happen as often.

Devil’s blood - A drink that’s sold in stores. It’s blood. Nobody knows who provides it, nobody knows how. But it’s a juice box but instead of juice, it’s blood. The safe and legal way for monsters to get blood.

[ghostlyplacetobe]

Bro would kiss the bottom of tweaks feet if she told him too -Kyle

I- g-good thing I’m not that cruel -Tweek

He probably would

[paisleywraith]

Redraw of the boys. 

[tarta-de-limon]

[frog-livers]

i love the south park kids so much.. thought they deserved a beach day! kinda old but i felt bad for not posting this

[candy-kingdom-keeper]

a drawpile dump-y dump