#it hits kyle in the face and stan is all freaked out like

[tiniedemon]

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fuck buddy headcanons

kyle broflovski, stan marsh, kenny mccormick, & clyde donovan

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kyle

— at first he’s not entirely sure about it

— he’s not typically the type of person to be aroused by someone he’s not dating

— after the first time you send him nudes he’s all for it

— acts like he doesn’t know you in public

— but the second you’re alone he’s prying your clothes off

— prefers to schedule things ahead of time

— thinks it builds the anticipation & makes things more exciting

— if he does end up catching feelings he apologizes and breaks things off immediately

— rough as fuck

— will leave bruises but never anywhere you can’t cover

— sees your ass in public and pops a boner

— down to try just about anything as long as it isn’t messy

— requires a condom or he won’t hit

stan

— he’s actually the one who begged you for it

— really shy the first few times but once he’s used to you… oh boy

— more of a sensual fuck than anything

— made the entire arrangement because you looked like a goody two shoes

— the type of person he’d settle down with

— and boy is he touch starved

— will leave marks just about anywhere his mouth can reach

— but especially loves your thighs

— he saw your ass and immediately knew he wanted to fuck you

— pretty face was just a bonus

— if he does end up catching feelings he’d keep it going for a few weeks and then ghost you before he ended it

— his friends shit talk your hickeys not knowing they’re because of him

— down to try most things but is pretty vanilla aside from the occasional degradation

kenny

— freak

— you both kind of mutually agreed you should try the whole fwb thing

— originally you just smoked together

— you took your shirt off in front of him and he decided he wanted you

— everyone knows you’re fucking but it’s never really focused on

— also goes crazy with the hickeys

— down to try anything anytime for any reason

— loves making you beg

— quickies in public

— eating you out is a not-so-guilty pleasure

— loves fucking on molly

— probably also into anal just because he loves the thought of double penetration

— going out with friends is torture because he bought a pair of remote control vibrating panties for you

— obsessed with your boobs

— if he does catch feelings he’d probably propose after a few weeks

clyde

— liked your look and wanted to fuck

— he definitely asked you

— you guys keep it low key but it’s still pretty obvious

— he likes when you don’t wear underwear in public

— bonus points if you take them off in the bathroom and slip them in his pocket

— keeps a collection of your underwear like a trophy wall

— submissive crybaby

— loves when you give him head

— it’s like heaven inside your mouth for him

— especially loves being overstimulated

— cries the second overstimulation kicks in

— god forbid you edge him or he’s a squirming mess

— probably catches feelings after the first few times but hides it (very poorly)

— eventually asks you out if he does but if you don’t feel comfortable he’ll end the whole arrangement

[southparktexts]

Hi, this is my first time requesting so I’m kinda nervous ngl, but, since I found a spider in my hair and sat on my kitchen crying for ten minutes, I was wondering if you could do main four w/ reader with arachnophobia? No pressure or rush though, just wondering (:

oh my god anon :(( you poor soul, i hope you’re okay now though sweetheart.

Main 4 with a arachnophobic reader

cartman ;

- starting off with him because he is the WORSTT out of all them.

- the main 4 and you were over at his house and you saw a spider on the roof and you were so scared it wasn’t funny.

- stan, kyle were trying to kill it and cartman was just laughing at you.

- after the spider was dead, he would pick the dead spider up and put it in front of your face as you were shaking.

- kyle protected you though.

- after that he sent you multiple spider jumpscare tiktok / reels

- he is so fucked up when he finds out about this.

- one time filled your locker with alive spiders causing you to have a panic attack.

- you’re panicking was so bad that you passed out, having to go to the ER.

- it was from there he kinda realised how you could’ve died and how scared you were.

- he toned it down a little.

- he never apologised but will send you funny spider reels to help you get over your fear.

kenny ;

- okay its no surprise that kenny has poor hygiene.

- i mean he’s poor

- one time you were over at his house, ignoring all the rats when you saw multiple spiders climbing on different walls.

- you, obviously scared, you panicked coming into kenny’s embrace.

- he looked down at you and realised from the night before at cartmans house.

- you had a fear of spiders.

- it was obvious that you had saw the spiders in his room.

- he sighed, rubbing your hair as you shook in fear.

- he grabbed a nearby book, hitting all the spiders he could see and threw the book outside the window.

- holding you with one hand as the other killed the spiders.

- after that day, he definitely came ‘round yours forever.

- it was clear that if you were to come over to his, he would need some bug spray for you.

stan ;

- okay, i know damn well that he already knew this prior.

- like when you first came over on the farm, randy showed you the farm of marijuana and you didn’t touch any in case for spiders.

- from there stan silently kills every spider in his house in case you ever come over.

- he knows from the locker incident that spiders are dangerous. very dangerous. especially you.

- just for you, when you come over to his. he bought you your own bug spray in case you see any spiders in yours / his home.

- he doesn’t really care about your fears

- i mean everyone has fears..

- also will ‘protect’ you from spiders.

- he sprays bug spray on the spider until your satisfied.

- one time he used a whole bottle of bug spray to calm you down and show you it was ‘really dead’

- if you get scared from a spider. he wipes your tears and hold you close.

kyle ;

- i can see kyle already being a clean freak

- especially from that microbiome episode

- he already has bug spray in his room and everywhere in his house.

- although after the locker incident he doubled up on bug spray.

- definitely gives you a bunch of bug spray for you to take home so you don’t panic and pass out again.

- he is your protector.

- he hates spiders as well in my opinion but not as much as you.

- he’ll still kill them or put it outside.

- if you ever start crying again from a spider

- he will hold you close and tight while tilting your head towards the spider as he’s killing it with bug spray.

- if you’re still panicking he’ll sit down , place you on his lap and rock back and forth as he wipes your eyes.

- kisses your forehead platonically, whispering praise

- reassuring you that its dead and making sure your okay before he goes and throws it out.

aaa im so sorry this is so shit im so tireddd 😭 im overworking my lil brain on these xD

reqs are open !!

[kenny-the-ken]

Planet Love

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! Warnings!!: NSFW, drugs, alcohol, night club setting, fingering, head f!receiving, intercourse, cum eating, no protection.

Hey guys!! Sorry there hasn't been much smut on my blog for a few days, a few years ago I went through a really traumatic S.A. and I never really ever dealt with it properly, I didn't tell a single person till 2 years after the event, so I'm only starting therapy now, so sorry if this ever happens again, sometimes sex abd thinking about sexual things can freak me out!!

You were good looking, and you knew it, and Kenny could feel the pure sex appeal dripping from your body, his eyes had been focused on you from you hit the dance floor with your friends.

"Dude, go fuckin' talk to her!" Kyle shouted to his friend, the music loud enough to deafen you if you stood close enough to the thumping speakers.

"Dude, she's with her friends! She's not gonna ditch 'em for some guy she doesn't know!" Kenny shouted back, and Stan pushed his shoulder, gaining his attention.

"And who said we weren't eyeing up her friends?" He shouted, him and Kyle smirking at each other.

"We'll keep the friends distracted, we'll be your wingmen!" Kyle shouted, the three men fist bumping each other in a circle as they made their way through the crowded dance floor from the edge.

"That's them!" Kenny said to his friends, pointing at you, and god you looked even better close up, you'd noticed him watching you a few times now, and you'd also noticed that he was standing closer to you than before and you knew to dance a bit more provocatively now than before, cause he was hot!

You moved your hands along your body, moving your hips with the beat of the song, and Kenny approached, beginning to dance near you, and you were glad your little tactic had worked.

"Hey, I'm Kenny." He spoke, giving you a quick up and down glance, biting on his lower lip.

"I'm y/n." You replied, and Kenny held his hand out to you, before speaking once more.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Kenny asked, and you nodded, taking his hands, and Kyle and Stan were already chatting up your two friends, so he knew his plan had worked.

As you approached the bar, the music not as loud, Kenny ordered you a cocktail and himself a vodka and coke, and upon seeing him better and more up close, the more you were wanting to see where this led to.

"Sorry, I normally don't do this but, you were gorgeous and I knew if I didn't talk to you I'd have regretted it." Kenny spoke, and you felt your cheeks flush slightly, a smirk on your face.

"I normally don't accept drinks from guys, but you're cute. So, things are going well already." You flirted, and Kenny leaned his elbow on the edge of the bar, quirking his bro, taking a swig of his drink before replying.

"Hm, so what are the chances of me at least getting your number by the end of the night?" He asked, pressing to see if you'd meant what you'd just said.

"I'll give it to you now." You said, pulling your phone from your pocket, and Kenny did the same, punching his number into your phone, and you put yours into his, before returning your phones.

"Do you smoke?" Kenny asked, and you nodded in response, as you took his hand, beginning to drag him to the smoking area, and Kenny shot a quick thumbs up from his friends, Kyle returned the gesture, Stan didn't see or care that he'd missed it, he had his tongue down your friend Wendy's throat.

You pulled a cigarette from your purse, and you gave one to Kenny, him pulling his lighter from his back pocket, and lighting the cigarette that hung from your lips, before lighting his own.

"What attracted you to me then?" You asked, taking a few puffs from your cigarette as Kenny did the same, blowing his smoke out before he spoke.

"I seen you dancing, you looked stunning, like just everything about you, I couldn't pick just one!" Kenny replied, testing the waters by snaking his arm loosely around your waist, and you accepted his bold move, inching your body a bit closer to his.

"So, what are the chances that I can get you to ditch your friends and come back to my place for a more... private drink?" Kenny asked, his index finger tracing circles along your hip bone, your faces closer now than they were before.

His eyes were oceanic, a beautiful, shimmering blue, and his fluffy blonde hair complemented them perfectly. You were lost in his gaze, as he began to close the gap between you both.

And he'd done it, he pressed his lips to yours, and you swore it was like no kiss you'd ever experienced before, you could feel the butterflies spiralling in your stomach, your arms coming to reach around the taller man's neck, pulling you both closer together.

And Kenny had never been so thankful he'd went on a night out with his friends, because this was different, it was as if fate had brought you both together, knowing that powers above had crafted you both perfectly for each other. And as you both pulled away from the passionate kiss you'd both shared, your breaths heavy already.

"Did that kiss answer your question?" You flirted back, and Kenny's bottom lip caught in his teeth, having to control his urges.

"I don't know, baby. Maybe you should kiss me again so I understand better." Kenny spoke, one of his hands that were round your waist, making its way down to grip your ass, earning a gasp from yourself, and his lips were back on yours, not that you were complaining.

It was just as electric as the first time your lips had connected, maybe love at first sight did exist after all. Kenny felt his jeans start to become uncomfortably tight around his groin.

As you both pulled away again, gasping for breath, you downed the rest of your drink quickly, and Kenny followed your actions, doing the same himself, both of you puffing your cigarettes and stubbing them out in the ashtray in front of you.

"How about we get outta here?" You asked, and Kenny's smirk was firmly planted on his lips, taking your hand within his own.

"I thought you'd never ask, baby." Kenny answered, shooting you a playful wink, as he began to lead you back inside the nightclub, and on your way you spotted Kyle, still chatting with your friend Bebe, meanwhile Stan and Wendy were nowhere to be seen.

The cool night air hit you both as you walked outside, still hand in hand, both of you swaying from the alcohol you had been drinking, and you laughed and flirted the whole way to Kenny's apartment. He, Stan and Kyle had rented an apartment together, it had three bedrooms, so they could all have their own privacy, but they could split the rent.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Kenny said, holding the door open for you as you made your way inside, giggling the whole way up the staircase. You waited for Kenny on the landing, and he showed you to the living room.

"This is a really nice place, Kenny." You spoke, taking a seat on the couch, and Kenny made his way back from the kitchen, holding two glasses of red wine, handing one to you, and you took it gratefully.

"Thanks, Stan and Kyle are my roommates, so it isn't exclusively mine, y'know?" He laughed, taking a swig from the wine glass he held, sitting himself next to you, and you took a swig of your own drink before putting the glass on the table next to you.

"So, Kenny." You started, your hand reaching Kenny's upper thigh, dangerously close to his groin, and his bottom lip caught in his teeth.

"What's the real reason you brought me back to your apartment?" Your voice was sultry, and Kenny's eyes were focused solely on you, and when you delivered a soft squeeze to his thigh, he smirked at you.

"That's dangerous, baby. Do that again and I swear I'll have you stripped with my head buried between your legs faster than you can say my name." Kenny smirked, his arm finding it's way around your waist, as you shifted closer to him on the couch.

"And who said that wasn't what I wanted?" You replied, Kenny's resolve had worn out, and he crashed his lips roughly against yours, his calloused hands running through your thick locks of long h/c hair.

And he broke the kiss momentarily, just to trail his lips down your jaw once more, pressing wet kisses along your neck, a smirk on his face, the grip he had on your waist tightening.

"You better get your ass into that bedroom and strip for me, I've wanted to get you outta these clothes from I first looked at you." Kenny whispered, your cheeks heating up, a dark blush spreading along your face.

"And what if I don't?" You pushed, causing Kenny's brow to quirk, he knew you were testing him, and his hand moved up your thigh, under your dress as he ran his index finger along your clothed cunt, making you gasp in shock.

"Based on how wet your panties are, baby. I'm gonna say you can't wait to get in there and for me to take you, hm?" Kenny hummed, his voice low as he scammed your body with his piercing blue eyes, and you were completely under his spell.

You rose to your feet, and Kenny copied you, taking your hand within his as he led you through to his bedroom.

The room was dark grey, a few tapestries hung on the walls, and a large kingside bed in the centre. He had built in wardrobes, and a beside table on either side of the bed, and you let out a light gasp as Kenny pushed you backwards, landing with a plop on the soft mattress, a smirk on his face, his eyes dripping with lust.

"You should strip for me, baby." Kenny said with a smirk, standing in front of you, taking his shirt off, throwing it aimlessly on the soft, carpeted floor.

And you did exactly as you were told. Pulling your lace bralette from your body, leaving your upper half completely exposed, and you swore Kenny was drooling, a low groan escaping his mouth.

"Fuck, your tits look even better than I imagined." And he couldn't hold back any longer, he moved onto the bed, pushing you backwards with him, his lips on yours and his free hand moving up to cup your breast, teasing your erect nipple with his thumb and forefinger, earning a moan from you, and that only spurred him on further, wanting to hear more of you, see more of you, touch more of you.

Your arms wrapped round his neck, a gasp leaning your swollen lips as Kenny bit down on your lower lip, snaking his tongue into your mouth, and exploring every inch he could reach, before pulling away to allow you both to catch your breaths. He licked a long stripe up your throat, moving his lips to focus on your other breast, his tongue circling your nipple, before sucking it into his mouth, causing your back to arch slightly, and Kenny groaned at the sight of you.

"Fuck, Kenny." You gasped, and he needed more, pulling your skirt from your body and down your legs, the only thing between him and your pussy bring your now extremely damp panties, your face flushed at the thoughts of Kenny touching you.

And you didn't have to imagine for long, because Kenny soon had your panties flung over his shoulder and his head buried between your thighs.

He traced his tongue between your folds, your back arching and a gasp leaving you as a result. That's when he spread your lips open, allowing him perfect access to lick circles on your clit, a string of moans leaving your mouth, your hands tangled in his messy blonde hair, tugging at the ends, making Kenny groan into your pussy, his tongue travelling down to your hole, pushing his tongue inside and you swore you'd died and went to heaven, because this was the best head you'd ever received, and it had only started.

It wasn't long before Kenny had you a mumbling, moaning mess and you were coming round his two digits, his tongue lapping up your taste before pulling his jeans and boxers down, his large cock springing free.

Kenny was now on top of you, kissing you passionately as he lined himself up with your tight entrance, pushing his cock in right to the hilt, earning a long moan from you and a deep guttural moan from Kenny too.

"Oh shit, you're tight, baby. Feel so good." Kenny panted, snapping his hips back and forth, earning a mantra of moans to escape your bruised lips, your back arched against his mattress.

"Kenny, fuck you're big!" You just about managed as the head of Kenny's cock hit off your g-spot, a long string of moans coming from you, causing Kenny to smirk in response.

"Yeah? You take my cock so well, Princess. Fuck yes!" Kenny groaned, his pace quickening as he threw both your legs over his shoulder, driving his cock deeper into you.

"K-Kenny!" Your moans were loud, and high pitched, and perfectly complimented Kenny's low, deep moans and grunts, god he hadn't had pussy this good in his entire life, and he swore this was better than heaven.

"Can feel you gettin' close, you gonna cum for me, slut?" He grunted, his pace quickening again, your breath caught in the back of your throat, nodding your head yes, unable to get any words out.

"Do it then, cum round my cock, baby." Kenny whispered, his thumb moving down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, and that was it for you, the knot in your stomach came undone for the second time of the evening, your back arching, eyes wide, and hands desperately gripping the bed sheets beneath you.

"K-Kenny!" Your pussy was pulsing around Kenny's cock, your orgasm even stronger than the last one, his last few thrusts becoming sloppier and deeper, and he pushed his cock in to the hilt for the final time.

"Fuck, Y/N, yes!" Kenny moaned, coming deep within you, both of you moaning at the feeling and the over sensitivity of both of you.

And after a few minutes trying to catch your breaths, Kenny pulled out of you, watching his cum drip from your pussy, and he bit his lower lip at the sight.

"I'll go get a towel and help you clean up." Kenny said, leaving the room and quickly returning with a towel, two bottles of water and your phone which was left on the couch.

He handed you a bottle of water and threw his own on the bed, and gave you your phone as he helped you to clean yourself up, and then he crawled into bed beside you, a content smile on his face, resting his head on your breast, and gazing up at you.

"That was the best sex I think I've ever had, Kenny." You spoke, and Kenny grinned at your comment, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he spoke.

"There's plenty more where that came from for you, Princess." Kenny said, as you leaned into the feeling of you running your hands through his blonde locks, a sigh of relaxation escaping his still red lips.

"You think maybe I can um... take you on a date some time?" Kenny asked, and you laughed at his slightly embarrassment in asking you, before placing a soft kiss on his lips once more.

"Of course, Kenny. And I'll stay the night too." And just like that, the two of you sat up for hours, chatting till the birds sang, smoking joints together, giggling and making out.

Whoever thought a night out could bring two soul mates together, huh?

[hatsunevitu]

SO i’ve been thinking about this plot when cartman dies. or rather, particularly about kyle’s reaction to cartman’s death ‘cause yk. kyman is rotting my brain.

first of all i strongly believe that everyone who thinks kyle would be happy or indifferent about cartman’s death are mischaracterising him so badly. like. come on. you don’t have to ship kyman to understand this would be a major shock for him and he would possibly even blame himself. think whatever you want, but they’re still best friends no matter what.

then, um, i think that only three people would actually react to cartman’s death properly, and it’s stan, butters and kyle. but stan’s reaction would be something similar to s5e13 “kenny dies”, because he would freak out about one of his friends dying, not because it’s exactly cartman. then goes butters who doesn’t really understand the concept of dying but is still pretty confused and scared. they’re very close so it would hurt butters. kenny doesn’t show any strong emotions, but that is because he’s used to death and anyway he’ll definitely meet cartman in hell.

what about kyle, though, i’m pretty sure that he won’t believe this news for a single second for, like, several days. he would convince everyone it’s “One of these stupid pranks, come on, dude, don’t tell me he managed to fool you”. and although most of the people didn’t believe cartman’s death the first second, kyle would be stubborn enough to deny reality for almost a week. he would look at cartman’s dead body and be like “Wow, that’s almost convincing, you really outdid yourself, Fatass. This fake corpse must’ve really cost you a fortune” and everyone else around him has no idea how to tell him it’s true.

he would stand at cartman’s funeral with the most bored and irritated face saying loudly: “Okay, Fatass, we get it, you tricked us all, bravo, now cut this shit off already, it’s not even funny anymore”, making liane cry even more desperately.

but then there went five days, then a week, and kyle finally started to realise the truth because cartman is too hyperactive to do this kind of prank for so long, he would definitely get bored and show up after, like, two days of disappearance.

and kyle really understood that while everyone else was mourning he was being a dick not even letting himself think for a single minute that this all might be real. like. he couldn’t even imagine a thought of the world without cartman, it just seemed so wrong so he really preferred acting like it’s all fake. and it made him feel so, so guilty. i’m pretty sure at that moment he almost forgot every horrible thing cartman had done to kyle, he just kept thinking about positive moments and he started missing cartman so badly. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, even to himself, probably, but his life without cartman was somehow incomplete.

and then the rage came. we know how kyle tends to overreact and do something massive when he feels negative emotions, right? like, he tried to burn down the school because of the girls’ list, he freaking nuked canada after seeing cartman and heidi dating and being left behind, and i’m pretty sure there are plenty of examples.

so no matter how cartman died he would try to compensate it somehow. he didn’t know how to deal with this grief and shock so he tried to fight with the reason. did cartman die ‘cause of doctors incompetence? then kyle will sue the goddamn hospital cartman died at. car accident? he will organise a picket about drivers’ carelessness and send the person who hit cartman to jail. and so on, so on.

and everyone would be surprised and he would make excuses like “I’m not doing it because of Cartman, it’s just… it’s a big problem in our country, I want justice, that’s all”.

but he would blame himself. for his constant fights with cartman, for his disbelief the first days, for letting cartman die like this and not being around. and he started to think about their friendship when cartman was alive and–

kyle: It’s been two weeks, and I still can’t believe it, Stan. In my mind he’s still here and I expect to see him at the bus stop every morning. Is it normal?..

stan: I know how you feel. It’s hard for all of us, dude.

kyle: I mean, why did it take me so long to understand he wasn’t joking?

stan: Well, you guys were sort of archrivals, so I guess it’s not surprising...

kyle: Huh… we were, weren’t we?…

and it’s so heartbreaking.

[kenlvry]

Main four come across one of Kenny's many corpses?

"wait.."

an, SOUNDS SO INTERESTING, also i kinda liked how this turned out

it was a saturday and they decided to spend their day in a graveyard, apparently there was a grave for jack tenorman who is allegedly cartmans dad. "dude its not here can we PLEASE go home" cartman whined "dude chil we've been here 20 minutes have some enthusiasm" kyle said while carefully walking through the headstones.

"dude here it is!" stan yelled a distance not too far from them. infront of them was a headstone written 'jack tenorman' and beside it 'ms. tenorman'. "dude sick" kenny said while laughing, "can't believe youre a ginger" stan laughed "shut up I'm still mad about that yk" cartman argued, while the three of them talk kyle saw something in the corner of his eye and followed it.

"where you going kyle?" stan called out following him. kenny and cartman looked at each other and shrugged then also following kyle. "dude,, what?" kyle said looking down which made them also look down to a headstone, it wrote 'kenny mccormick' the date was two months back meaning kenny had died two months ago. "um,, kenny?" they all looked up to kenny who looked panicked, he didn't want them to know more and was ready to leave "lets leave guys this place gives me the creeps" he said muffled "kenny, open your hood" cartmans voice was stern and the three of them was now a few inches away from him.

"cmon you really don't believe me?" he said jokingly "kenny." kenny sighs and takes it off which makes them less tense, "guess it was some sick joke" kyle looked back at the headstone "whatever it is, it isn't- wait." they all look over to stan who was now looking behind the headstone, them following. behind it was more headstones written 'kenny mccormick' they all look at each other again in shock "look guys this is obviously some sick joke lets go home" kenny was urging the others to go home, he knows his death is something everyone forgets but what if they saw his corpse?? is that something they'd forget? he doesn't want things to be complicated as it is.

"dude look at this one" cartman walked over to a headstone "holy shit, this was three days ago" kyle covered his mouth. three days ago the three of them was playing on the train tracks and one thing led to another and kenny got hit by a train. the funeral was held the next day and the coffin was buried the same day.

"guys this is really freaking me out lets go please" kenny whined at them tugging at their shirts. "im digging it" the three of them look back to see stan holding a shovel, "me too" kyle walked over to stan and grabbed a shovel, before kenny could say anything they were already digging. he was growing even more panicked and just wished to god that the corpse was already decomposed.

after digging for about an hour the shovel hit something hard and they all look at each other meaning the coffin has been found. they pull it out with the remaining strength they had. stan and kyle now has their hoodie tied around their waist from the digging.

"let's not open it, what if its somebody else's corpse?? cmon" kenny tried another attempt which failed as cartman slowly opened it. silence fell throughout the whole graveyard upon opening it was a corpse, kenny's corpse. he wore his shirt and his parka folded ontop of him as tribute for what he usually wore. his lower body gone from the harsh death, one of his eyes were gone and some of his bones sticking out of his skin. his body was skinny, slowly decomposing.

"i,, what.. is this you kenny?" Kyle's face was shocked, stan was already gagging and cartman face was disgusted at the gore scene infront of him. kenny didn't know what to say, he has to really pick his words here. he decided to pretend he didn't know anything. "its a sick joke, can we go home im getting really sick of seeing that" "kenny, this parka has the same pin we gave you a week ago" kyle held the parka and pulled out a pin from the pockets. last week they ordered custom pins and each pin had all four of them as it's picture as a sign of friendship. "its probably just a random pin, cmon i posted that pic of Instagram anyone could've done that" kenny still didn't want to tell them, there was a big risk they're gonna remember this

"show us your pin then" cartman said looking at kenny, he panicked, that pin was the real one and he didn't have any copies "i,,i lost it" "kenny." stan was staring at kenny with fear in his eyes.

his last hope was desperation, he grabbed cartmans shirt looking down, "please, can we please go home." he cried out. crying and looking pathetic was the only way to forget about this. cartman stan and kyle looked at kenny who's eye's was filled with fear and confusion, they wanted to ask a million questions but they didn't want to push kenny. "o-okay.." kyle said, and they all just walked awkardly towards the gate leaving the coffin opened not bothering to rebury it. kenny was still panicking, he knew they'd remember this he knew their friendship wouldn't be the same if they remember this and they wouldn't trust him. there was another way, he killed himself. the gates of the graveyard was extremely sharp, without saying anything he climbed it and stabbed his face with it.

the three of them was shocked, stan and kyle saying their iconic line and then just leaving. its been 5 days since then and kenny finally revived, his mom greeting him to get ready for school, he anxiously put on his parka and slowly walked out of his house, from afar he saw his three friends talking about god knows what and his heart was pounding like crazy hoping it worked. standing beside stan he stayed there in silence.

"oh Kenny? hey dude why didn't you say anything" stan looked over to kenny and greeted him, kyle peeking over "oh hey kenny, okay we're having this debate whether-" the voice of kyle was drained out by kenny's own thoughts. they forgot, thank god. he smiled and joined in their conversation, cartman was awfully quiet on the other end.

when the bus arrived stan and kyle got on it first, still talking about their argument, then cartman. before stepping on the stairs he looked back at kenny, reached in his pockets and held out something to kenny "here, found this, i guess you dropped it somewhere" in his hands was the pin from his recent corpse. kenny's eye shot wide open and panic grew over him, his heart pounding. "don't forget it again" cartman said and looked at kenny with a dull face, as if saying "i know" then got on the bus. the day went out like any other day except cartman was always staring at kenny with a face that looks like he wanted to say something to him. even if he knew atleast he kept quiet about it, one person knowing doesn't matter.. right?,,,,

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can you write about team stan with a winged s/o

Main 4 with a s/o who has wings🕊️🕊️🤍

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🫐

Dude wtf?

Man has literally never seen somebody with wings before.

He is convinced that you might be some mutant humanoid person with wings.

You probably have to explain and reassure him-

Somehow after you finished explaining everything to him, he gets chill about it after he just had a mental breakdown a min ago-

Probably only shows your wings to Kyle and nobody else.

He is amazed by how fluffy your wings are and likes touching it!💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski ☘️

Same reaction like Stan except he doesn't overreact too much.

He himself, has also never seen someone who just have wings outta nowhere like wtf?

He probably touches your wings to see If he is dreaming or not-

You blow some of your wing feather in his face to make him sneeze lol.

He wasn't very happy about that-

"What was that for?!", "I don't know Kyle, I just felt like it :>"

He tackled you and you both landed onto the edge of the couch on the left side.

You covered your face with your fluffy wings in fear that he might hurt you.

He saw how scared you were, and decided you weren't a threat so he calmed down a little but was still a little pissed.

Overtime, like Stan he starts to get chill about you having wings. But at the same time he has a hard time cuddling you due to your wings in his face all the damn time-💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 🍒

You're asking to get ripped on you know-

Literally laughs at you and might call you 'bird box' or etc.

He might play with your wings from time, but he might be a little rough while doing so and it hurts.

Unlike Kyle and Stan, He didn't even got shocked or scared once he saw your wings and he just laughed at you. (Like I said before)

But anyways, He does get affectionate with you after he's done ripping on you.

Expect to get some hugs, cuddles, and kisses

"Even though you look absolutely ridiculous with those wings, I still find you very cute babe. Now let me cuddle you <;3".❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🌞

Man though that you were under a curse just like him if you had those wings-

You and him would get along really well and Kenny never freaked out about you having wings to your surprise.

But he rather keep you having wings as a secret between you 2, He doesn't want anybody else finding out Especially Cartman.

When nobody is around or looking, you would let Kenny get on your back and you both fly through the air.

You might have to watch out or else Kenny might accidentally get hit by something and fall off your back and end up dying-

Request completed 💚💚 got anymore for me to fulfill?

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21x02: Put It Down

I've wanted to do a watch/writeup of this episode for a while now. Tweek has been my favorite character since Gnomes aired, when I was still in elementary school and secretly watching South Park with my dad at night. Craig, while I enjoyed him as a character before, absolutely won my heart in the Pandemics and gets third favorite. (My second favorite is Clyde but that doesn't matter right now.)

And when I got into SP fanfiction, and discovered that Creek was a thing, I hopped right on that train and have never looked back. Tweek x Craig made my life when I first saw it and this episode... Well, you'll see.

Disclaimer: I have A LOT of feelings about this episode. Sorry not sorry about how long this is.

"...a performance by one of our students who has written a song..." Raise your hand if the first time you watched, you also figured it was Cartman, the most musical one of the kids.

Raise your other hand if you also got unreasonably excited when it was Tweek.

Tweek "playing" piano is both exactly what I would have expected, and nothing at all what I expected.

I really, really just want to give this poor kid a hug, Jesus Christ.

Everyone just looks so shocked, but I feel like Kyle and Stan might actually care?

"He's your boyfriend, dude." Ugh, my HEART. They are legit and adorable and that's not the last time I'm going to say that.

Shut up, Cartman. I mean it's great you don't care if someone's gay or straight or whatever but shut the hell up.

Tweek being scared of his locker slamming, oh my gosh.

Okay. Jesus Christ. This. We've known Craig for almost 21 seasons at this point and he has been incredibly well-established as not caring about a whole hell of a lot. So when he comes up to Tweek actively trying to help him and chill him out it melts my icy heart SO MUCH more than a cool island song ever could.

I generally hate the terms "babe" and "honey" (I'm honestly just not one for pet names) but Craig calling Tweek those things is fucking adorable.

Side thought: I want another episode just about the two of them, and I want Tweek to be wearing Craig's hat.

"Cuuupcaaaaakes!?" Kills me every time.

Heidi is too sweet for Cartman.

Stan you're such a douche but I love you anyway.

Tweek's cupcakes are frosted 1000% better than mine ever are.

But his kitchen looks just like mine after a day of baking.

Fuck you Garrison for ruining Tweek's happy little moment. He deserves all the happiness in the world.

Craig just calmly walking into the kitchen, like, was he there the whole time? Just hanging out letting Tweek do what he had to do and destroy the kitchen? More proof that they're legit - find me anyone else that Craig has supported this much.

Like he went out and bought Tweek a fidget spinner how fucking cute is that?!

Okay. "Go ahead and bomb us, Kim Jong Dong," also makes me laugh for like twenty minutes.

Why is this song so catchy?! Why are Cartman's songs always so fucking catchy?? Like Minorities which I constantly have to stop myself from absentmindedly singing in public.

Logic!Cartman is remarkably inclusive.

Mic drop.

Poor Tweek, like Jesus, his dad is infuriating and so stupid. Not Randy level stupid but like, quit shoving a fidget spinner in your kid's face and actually talk to him for Christ's sake.

But I mean, this is also the parent who pointed a gun at Tweek's head while teaching him how to avoid being abducted, so I don't know what I expect of him honestly.

That poor kid getting run over. And yet it's that part of the story that pushes this episode into feeling like a older episode and is half the reason I love it so much. There's a really good point to be made, but the constant killing of kids by distracted drivers gives it the fucked up South Park edge.

I love PC Principal in this episode too, and how he just doesn't really care what the hell Cartman wants.

Open door, turn on light, close door. "Waaaaaagghhhh!" "Hey, Tweek."

You have to wonder how often this has happened. And AGAIN, more proof that Craig really legitimately cares about Tweek. Imagine if anyone else woke Craig up like this. I really don't think he'd be so calm.

But it's Tweek, so he just yawns and deals with it because that's what you do when you care about someone.

Also, Craig sleeps with his hat on and that's adorable.

I love how they edited Tweek's picture into real photos.

I feel so bad for Craig here. And through most of the episode actually. He's doing all he knows to do, because this is the kind of stuff that helps him. He's really trying, and Tweek's just wired differently.

And he has a stuffed astronaut monkey, because long live Spaceman Craig.

Again, shut up Cartman.

He brought him to an AMUSEMENT PARK, Craig has pink cotton candy, and they're holding hands. It's this kind of stuff that makes my brain explode from cuteness.

"THE FERRIS WHEEL!!!"

Of all Tweek's twitch noises, I for some reason find the, "rrrrgh" he does on the Ferris Wheel one of the cutest ones.

This fight breaks my heart a little because again, Craig is trying. He has put so much effort into doing his best to help Tweek and finally, finally gets frustrated. It shows how much patience he has for Tweek that it took him so long to get to this point.

I just want to hug them both during this fight. God knows they need it. It's just such a realistic argument, ugh.

And then this moment. This moment where everything clicks, both for us (the parallels of Logic!Cartman/logical Craig vs emotional kids needing to grieve/emotional Tweek needing to freak out) and for Craig, who finally realizes that everyone handles stress differently and you have to adapt to their coping mechanisms to be able to help them. And as soon as he puts that together, he's off to go find Tweek because he's worth it to him. And my heart melts again.

And he does so well, too, despite being completely out of his element. Their little smiles after Tweek calms down, Jesus Christ.

This song. THIS SONG. I don't know what it is about this song but it just hits me SO hard every time. Tweek actually being able to play the piano beautifully (I will argue that it's because Craig is there with him and that makes Tweek feel so much better), CRAIG SINGING even though he clearly isn't the most comfortable with it and is obviously doing it for Tweek (ANOTHER point of proof for the realness of their relationship), the chorus, the Cartman rap (!!!!), the memorial of distracted driving victims (Kenny)...

And this moment, right here. When it goes back to the two of them there, and the spotlight focuses on them and they smile at each other, just oh my gosh. I get really weepy almost every time I watch this. They're adorable. They support each other. They're willing to grow and adapt for each other. They have a real connection with each other. They're happy together. Like look at Craig's smile. How can you not love that?!

Thanks for reading my rambling disjointed nonsense. This episode is always going to be one of my favorites. Tweek and Craig forever. The end. 💜

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Tell us how you would redo SMASH tell ussssss

OH HELL YEH Thanks.

OK, SO in my ideal world, Smash runs for 5 seasons. Remember that bc I’ll come back to that later. Overall Tone: I would take it all... and dial it up to 100.  Remember Ellis? Now EVERY character is that fucking crazy. It’s like Glee if Glee was self-aware to how batshit crazy it was, and relished it. The problem was that Theresa Rebeck (season 1) knows what NYC theatre is like, tried to be realistic, but also make it relatable to middle America, and that Joshua Safran (season 2) does not but also tried the same things. When really they needed someone who A) knew what NYC theatre was like B) didn’t give a fuck and C) didn’t give a fuck also about if middle America found it relatable.  But Sarah! What about viewings? You ask. Well, if YOU’RE the moron who’s going to write about a hyper-specific industry I think you just gotta dive in. Commit. Make everything fucking crazy and completely unrelatable to literally everyone. Riverdale that shit but make it good writing. Ultimately, it’s why season 1 worked better. Because at least my girl Theresa knew how to write drama without resorting to burying her gays. I think she should have taken it up higher though. Like, when Uma Thurman’s character got an allergic reaction? I think Karen and Ivy should have teamed up to poison her. I said what I said.  As for the Team Ivy vs. Team Karen? We’re balancing a tricky line here bc it has to be dramatic but also not misogynistic. (that season 1 Ivy character assassination? Bad.)   Ideally, these two would go from hating each others GUTS to reluctantly teaming up against movie star Rebecca (Uma Thurman would thus have to appear earlier and stay longer), deciding that they are in love actually like each other, and cheering on their successes and hating on the MEN who force them against each other. (But while we’re on the subject... #TeamIvy).  That Out Of The Way: Season 1: The Bombshell Workshop Phase Season 1 would ONLY follow the workshop phases of season 1. Which is most of it. Here we have Ivy and Karen’s strangers to enemies to reluctant teammates to friends to lovers arc. This is the emotional core of the show. Rebecca Uma Thurman has to show up around the midway point. Julia’s adoption arc? Throw it out. Sorry Ms. Rebeck i stan you but it sucks. Focus on her and Tom’s friendship as the secondary emotional standpoint. They’ve worked with with other for years!! That dynamic is awesome!! But they were fighting the whole ass show??? Nah. Pit them against Derek. I would change nothing with Eileen.  Oh I also don’t give a shit about Karen’s shitty boyfriend. Season 2: The Bombshell Out of Town Tryout/ Enter Hit List  The first half of season two is the out of town tryout with #TeamIvyKaren against #TeamRebecca coming to a head through rehearsals and the first few previews. Like, I’m talking some Phantom of the Opera level fuckery these two are doing. Falling set pieces, costume malfunction, Ivy actually fucking putting the peanuts in her smoothie. It’s seen as OK bc in this version of Smash Rebecca is a terrible person who has no respect for the ~~**~Theatre~~**~~ The creative team still choose Karen as Marilyn (why?) but she doesn’t get good reviews!! This causes Karen to freak out if the theatre life is really right for her when she meets Jimmy and Kyle. Karen jumps ship to Hit List, Ivy rises to her rightful place as Marilyn in Bombshell. Rehearsals begin to reshape the show for Broadway, Hit List lands its Off-Broadway run. Season 3: Broadway Here I Come/ It’s Tony Time Babey!!  Bombshell opens on Broadway, Hit List opens Off-Broadway and KYLE DOESN’T FUCKING DIE (He still gets hit by a car, everyone thinks he died at first, but he’s just in a coma for a few episodes wherein he has weird out-of-body experiences.) Hit List transfers to Broadway.  BUT WE HAVE SOME DRAMA because Movie Star Rebecca has landed the role of Maggie in a revival of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof! We have some cross-show hate bt Bombshell/ Hit List/ and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof because they’re all on 45th street. There’s drama bt Julia and Kyle bc of Kyle’s fling with Tom! But will it last? No! Kyle ends up really hitting it off with Wesley Taylor’s ensemble member character when he visits Tom backstage at Bombshell! Eileen threw one too many drink in her ex husbands face and he’s legally blind now also she’s producing Bombshell AND Hit List! I’m fucking crapping that shit with Ana getting booted from Hit List and Derek being a perv. Karen and ivy still really hate Rebecca (??? it’s Smash it doesn’t have to make sense!) so they stage a coup and replace her in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof with Jennifer Hudson’s character! The Tonys happen! I liked how they worked out in the show, so i’ll keep that. Jimmy still goes to prison! Tom gets back together with Sam!  Season 4: That’s How We Keep 8 Shows A Week Fresh Y’all  Basically what it sounds like. We go back and forth between Hit List and Bombshell and the absolute CHAOS of backstage on Fake Broadway. There’s a snowstorm that shuts down the city, people hooking up backstage. Derek has an actual redemption arc. Ivy does not get knocked up bc she knows how to use birth control. The Big Story is how bc Eileen is involved with some illegal shit if it’s going to all come crashing down on the unsuspecting actors and writers. Tom and Julia start writing their Great Gatsby Musical. Fictional Lin-Manuel Miranda is there. Jimmy gets out of prison and rejoins the cast. This season takes up about 2 years of time and will be dubbed the weakest one by critics and fans alike.  Season 5: Big Finish!   Bombshell and Hit List have been running for about 3 years total by now. Eileen’s illegal shit comes out. Bombshell and Hit List have to close! It’s a really long that takes up the whole season. All the camp of the previous seasons is gone now and it actually is really beautiful and sad. Some real “What I Did For Love” shit.  At the end, Hit List is able to transfer back Off-Broadway a la Jersey Boys and Avenue Q with a new producer, Bombshell dies but goes out strong and is recorded for PBS and eventual DVD. Ivy now finds out she’s pregnant and also joins the workshop of The Great Gatsby The Musical as Daisy, Ana is Jordan Baker, Sam is Jay Gatsby, Nick Carraway is played Nick Jonas’s character who no one has seen since season 1. Derek is the director.  Another Op’ning Another Show yall.  Karen and Ivy reunite to sing “Big Finish”  End of Series.    You’re welcome everyone, even though literally only 1 person asked for this. 

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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)

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Style oneshot bc I love my boys

Stan absolutely hated school. It was the bane of his existence, he constantly had to wear a fake smile to fit in and act as if the mental battle inside him just wasn’t happening. There was so much going on in his head, so many mental scars that add weight to his day. He looked around the classroom only to see the same people as he always did. Realistically, Stan hoped that there would be something new to look at and observe but there never was. His gaze found its way to Kyle, his best friend. There was always something about him that appealed to Stan so much. Kyle was another level of human - he was smart, helpful, caring, always there for Stan and even quite cute. Sure, there were times where they had their arguments and didn’t speak for a few days but they always patched things up. It was always the case of who would break first, who could go the longest without the other. Albeit it was usually Stan who broke first, both boys had a bond unlike any other in the quiet little mountain town.

“Oi, you are aware you’re staring at the Jew boy, right?” Eric’s voice played over Stan’s thoughts, snapping him back into reality almost instantly. Stan shook his head slightly, before glaring right at Eric. If looks could kill, this one would. “Shut up, dude, I was looking out the window.” Stan knew his excuse wouldn’t be accepted by the overweight boy sitting next to him. Eric simply scoffed before turning his attention back to the lesson at hand. Stan shifted in his seat slightly, he knew that Eric knew of his secret and that probably most of South Park did. Usually, it was easy to hide his bisexuality but ever since Eric managed to hear it through the grapevine, his life has been hell. There was always an anxious feeling in Stan’s stomach that Kyle was going to find out and wouldn’t accept who he was.

The bell rang, signalling the end of class. Students filled the hallways of the High School and made it a nightmare to navigate. Stan waited inside the almost empty class room for Kyle to finish packing his stuff away. Stan was always the type to pack his pen and notebook away halfway through the lesson, or whenever he felt bored enough to stop listening. Despite this, Kyle was the type to pay attention until the very end of the lesson, and to jot down everything the teacher says to ensure that he gets the best grades. Stan was sat on his desk with his foot propped up against what would have been Eric’s desk, his other leg just swinging back and forth aimlessly and his backpack slung onto one of his shoulders.

“Dude, I really don’t know why you pay so much attention in class, Mr Garrison hardly knows what he’s teaching.” Stan said as he and Kyle walked out the room together to join the chaotic hallways. Kyle let out a small giggle, which made Stan’s heart soar. He always thought that Kyle had the best smile and the best laugh, so he made it his mission to make Kyle laugh. “You know why, I gotta get good grades or my mum grounds me. Either that or we move back to Jersey, and that’s a definite no.” It was now Stan’s turn to have a giggle. Both the boys entered the cafeteria where they saw their group of idiots sitting at one of the tables. They were all joking about and throwing meaningless insults at one another, well mostly meaningless.

Both Kyle and Stan went to get their food, which was just processed crap that the lunch staff made. It wasn’t their fault the food tasted bad and was more unhealthy than eating literal dog food. The boys went to their table, which their friends claimed, and had a seat at either side of the table. Stan just stabbed his food with his fork as he listened to Eric speak about something or another. There was little truth to any word he spoke about anything but the others listened anyways as there was nothing better to do.

“Your foods gonna get cold, you know?” Kyle pointed out to Stan, almost starting up a private conversation between the two. Stan hummed in agreeance as he lazily chewed on the food he thought was nothing more than leftovers. With a few small bites, he had had enough food and got up to throw away what was left and leave his tray on top of the bin.

Stan travelled his way through the school. Sometimes he liked to spend some of his lunch hour alone, to figure out who he was. He went to go sit outside, on the steps by the back end of the school. He could faintly hear the music the goths played. There was something about their ways that made Stan want to sit by them, not exactly interact with them but be somewhat associated. He looked at his gloves, they seemed to be a different shade of red. Or maybe they were the same, he never knew. As he looked at them, the thoughts flooded in. He began to think of a life with Kyle, not entirely romantic but a future of some sort.

With Kyle by his side, the future didn’t appear to be as dull as he once thought. A joint apartment between them both, maybe they would get a pet or something for them to look after together. It was the perfect life for Stan, but one thing stood in the way of it all...Kyle. There was no doubt he would move on to college, somewhere out of state and far away from Stan. He could almost cry at the thought of the possibility that Kyle would leave his life. Reality sunk into Stan and he was one more depressing thought away from sitting with the goth kids again. His head fell into his hands as he began to cry at the thought of not having Kyle. Maybe if he told Kyle what he felt inside, then things might go his way. Naivety said Kyle liked him too, romantically, but narcissism said it was doomed from the moment he hit puberty.

“Stan..?” A gentle voice called out, it was Kyle. Stan sniffled a few times, wiped his nose with his jacket sleeve and turned his head to see the worried boy standing in the doorway. There was a moment of silence between the two, before Kyle instinctively wrapped his arms around Stan. Carefully, he rubbed Stan’s arm out of comfort. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Kyle asked once more, he was concerned for Stan at this point. It was rare that he said nothing in response. “Kyle, there’s something I need to say to you. And it’s quite important. And I don’t even know if i can tell you but I’m going to.” Stan’s voice was shaken and broken, his sobs engulfing him. He was unsure if Kyle even understood a word he had said. Kyle just nodded, and held Stan a little tighter in support. “Whenever you’re ready, you can tell me.” Kyle spoke gently, hoping that it gave Stan some clarity. He wanted to do anything he could to help his best friend suffer less.

“Okay, okay...so,” Stan took a moment to regain himself, compose himself into being able to say what he needed to, “I’m bisexual. And I’m pretty sure I like you- wait, no, forget that, I’m in love with you dude.” Stan looked at Kyle, with sad almost puppy dog eyes. Something inside him wanted him to believe Kyle was going to say something positive back. But Kyle said nothing, he looked shocked more than anything. “Wait, really? Dude…this is a lot to take in.” Kyle’s words sounded disconnected from him, like he was processing what Stan had said to him, “You...you love me? How long have you known?” Stan looked forwards, towards the playground, “a while. Ever since 9th grade. But before then I knew I had some sort of feelings towards you. And I get that it might freak you out but please don’t leave me, I need you. We can pretend this never happened, no one needs to know this happened, it can be a bad dre-” Stan was cut off by Kyle’s lips on his. Kyle pulled away first, only to have a small laugh at Stan. “You’re this biggest idiot I know, I love you too dude.” Kyle said, “I never spoke up about it because I thought you and Wendy were a thing still.” Stan felt stupid. He had a dumbstruck look on his face, it felt as if he tried to cheat a test and still fail. Wendy helped him throughout his whole identity crisis before he settled for calling himself bi. She gave him a good piece of advice, “a label is as temporary or as permanent as you chose it to be, you are not faking it because you discover more about yourself in the future,” and Stan had always admired her advice. “No, we haven’t dated since, like, 5th grade. She was just there for me when I couldn’t speak to you about it.”

The bell rang again, signalling the end of the lunch hour. Stan looked at Kyle, his eyes still bloodshot red from crying. Kyle took his hand and helped him up, he flung his own bag on his shoulder and picked up Stan’s bag and held it in his unoccupied hand. “Do you wanna ditch and grab some decent food? Cartman would rip you to shreds if you walked in looking like the dogshit you do right now. Still extremely handsome though.” Kyle was willing to ditch class for Stan, and he had done before. “What about your grades? I think your mum would kill you if she found out.” Stan counterpointed. Kyle didn’t care what she thought, he could handle her now. “I don’t care what she thinks, I’m all about you right now.” “Okay, let’s ditch. City Wok or Red Lobster?” “Definitely Red Lobster.” “So, are you my boyfriend now?” “Yes, Stan, yes I am.”

[pyrochickenpollo]

God dammit

Kyle, Stan, Kenny and Cartman stood at the bus stop as usual. Stan and Kyle talked about the new song album that came out, Cartman sat on his tablet thinking of a way to get a bucket of KFC without paying, and Kenny just sat there watching the snow flutter down slowly to the ground. About 3 minutes later Butters came up to the bus stop as well. He didn't say anything just stood next to Cartman and spaced out. Kenny moved Cartman over and stood next to Butters. "Hey Dude" Kenny said. Butters didn't respond and Kenny tapped his shoulder. He jumped. "Oh...sorry I'll leave" Kenny quickly stopped him and asked what was wrong. "I don't wanna talk about it in front of the guys"

The bus came and Kenny sat next to Butters. Once again he asked what was wrong. "My mom tried to kill me again..." Kenny felt shock jump on his back and saw a single tear leave Butters eye. "She said it was my fault dad still goes to the theater" Kenny knew Butters parents were asshole but he never thought he'd have to go through this. "Dude you gotta report them to the police" he suggested. "NO!"

Everyone on the bus stopped talking and looked at Butters. He changed his face to glow brighter then any kind child and said "of course I don't like Sally more then a friend Kenny. Were just really best buds" The bus went back to normal and Kenny looked shocked as hell.

"How'd you do that?" He looked at Butters again and saw the face of regret. "I can just do it..no I'm not going to report my parents Kenny..they may not love me but...I love them" How could he compete with Butters idea of loving his parents. He told himself to make sure to visit his parents as Mysterion tonight. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that." "Its fine Kenny really..I just wished they loved me."

During lunch Kenny found Butters on the roof. He went to make sure he didn't kill himself. Although 'if I ever thought if suicide my dad will ground me' was his excuse he didn't take any chances. On that roof Butters opened himself up to Kenny upon him being the only kid he considered his friend. "I always thought the clouds were cotton balls when I was in kindergarten. Then again I thought people were all the same as well. Kenny?" "Yeah?" "Do you think were all here to find love?" "Whatcha mean?" He opened his mouth but closed it just as fast. "Nothing its stupid"

"I wanna know what you were going to say now" "Well no ones really happy until they find the one they want to be with forever. I mean Mr.Garrison still doesn't look happy and Jimmy's parents look happy just being next to one another...so maybe I gotta find my love in order to be happy..pretty stupid huh?"

Kenny thought for a moment. "No. Its not stupid and frankly I agree with you partly. Happiness comes if you want it to..do you want to be happy?" Butters looked at Kenny then at the grey cloud in the sky. "Yeah" Kenny turned Butters face to his and looked him right in the eye. "The it will come. Come on chin up! Where's the happy Butters I know?" Butters looked at Kenny and chuckled. "There he is! Come in let's forget about your parents for now and enjoy life while its here." Butters nodded and got up.

Suddenly out of nowhere a huge bolt of lighting hit the top of the building in front of Kenny. He was shocked it didn't hit him but he lost his balance and fell off. He thought he was a goner until Butters grabbed his hand holding on the the roof. Rain started to drizzle down and Butters felt his hand drifting away "KENNY! I CANT HOLD ON! SOMEBODY HELP!!!" Of course Kenny was afraid to fall but he knew what would happen when he hit the bottom. He'd just wake up in his bed. "Butters its okay!" Butters on the other hand didn't know of this and was freaking out. "OH HAMBURGERS IM SLIPPING! HELP!! SOMEBODY!"

Kenny was not about to let Butters die. "Butters! Let go!"

"WHAT?! NO! HELP!" his face hit the roof top hard but he didn't let go, nor did he acknowledge his face had hit the stone.

Kenny could see Butters inches from falling with him. "BUTTERS LET GO! IT'LL BE FINE!" "IM NOT LETTING YOU DIE! HELP GOD DAMMIT!"

The rain started to come down faster at an alarming rate. "BUTTERS I KNOW THIS IS GOING TO SOUND WEIRD BUT ILL BE FINE!" "NO YOUR GOING TO DIE AND I CANT LET THAT HAPPEN! HELP!!" Kenny knew time was running out and he wasn't going to let Butters die today.

"LISTEN BUTTERS WHEN I DIE YOU'LL SEE A BLOODY PILE ON THE FLOOR BUT THEN LATER ILL WAKE UP IN MY BED AND YOU WON'T REMEMBER! ITS OKAY JUST LET GO!" "THAT FUCKING INSANE NO! HELP GOD FUCKING DAMMIT WHERE ARE ALL THE TEACHERS!?"

Kenny knew Butters couldn't hold on anymore, so he reached into his pocket a pulled out a pencil. Using this he stabbed Butters hand, causing Butters to let go and him to fall. "KENNY! NO!"

Smack!

Laying on the front steps of South Park Elementary was Kenny. Busted head, rested limbs, huge black pupils, and blood. Lots and lots of bloody. Some of it sprayed on the school it self. Butters looked in horror at the orange-red parka boy dead on the floor. Horror and guilt filled his eyes and he rushed inside.

He ran passed everyone, tears rushing down his face. Kyle trued to stop him but Butters just pushed him into Stan. He soon made it to the front of the school. On the outside played Kenny. Butters slowly walked towards him "k-kenny?" He said hoping he survived although knowing he didn't. Soon came the students of South Park and looked at the dead 4th grader. "OH MY GOD THEY KILLED KENNY!" Stan shouted. "YOU BASTARDS!" Kyle followed. Butters held Kenny in his arms. The rain was showering the blood a little bit. Butters started to cry. It was his fault. He killed Kenny. He was the bastard.

Mr. Mackey had came outside and rushed all the kids back in. Butters just sat there in the rain with Kenny in his arms.

When night came Butters got into bed still shaken by what he did. "Good night sweetie" his mother called upstairs. Not a word left Butters mouth. He didn't fall asleep on his own either. He woke up not even knowing he fell asleep. "Butters get ready for school!"

He walked to the bus stop, not expecting Kenny to be there. "Hiya fellas" he sounded monotoned. They didn't acknowledge his presence. He soon heard footsteps coming closer to him he looked up and saw Kenny McCormick.

He gasped in horror. "Butters?" He went up to Kenny and grabbed his face. He was real. He put his hand on his chest. He was real. "Butters are you okay?" He couldn't take it. He hugged Kenny so hard I could feel it. Stan,Kyle, Cartman watched I awe as Butters cried into Kenny's parka. "I saw you die! you fell! I grabbed your body! How!? HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!? IM SORRY! IM SO SORRY!"

[paisleywraith]

Curses, curses. Chapter 10

Junior year is often considered the most difficult year of high school. Kyle would agree with that on a regular day, he didn’t need some magical bullshit wriggling its fingers at him and turning him into an ass-old Bill Murray movie reboot.

Kyle knew how this went. He wanted to- say something, anyway. To Stan. He knew staying home from school and then going over to Stan’s house would mean getting the other boy alone. His sister was out and his mom was working until late that night. Good old Stan, who so long as Kyle didn’t tell him about the loop, was a ray of sunshine in this insanity.

He greeted the kid by pulling into a hug. Kyle wasn’t exactly against personal touching, but he didn’t really grab people and hold them close like this. Which clearly was being noticed.

“Kyle?” Stan reached around him, hugging his childhood friend close. Words tumbled out of his mouth in alarm. “What happened? Are you okay? You weren’t at school today. Was it something at home?”

Kyle just soaked in the attention. Let himself absorb it. And then pushed himself out of the hug, holding a bewildered Stan by the shoulders and speaking fiercely.

“I’m sorry I’m a fucking asshole,” Kyle said firmly. “I’ve been one for a while and I’m sorry. I suck.”

“Uhhhhh…” Stan clearly wasn’t sure what to do with that.

“I’m going to make this up to you. Both. You and Kenny.”

“Kenny?” Stan repeated slowly, brows scrunching.  

“I had some self-reflection.” Kyle said with a note of finality.

“Okay,” Stan said, trying to redirect to a point. “And that was why you skipped school?”

“Let’s go bother Kenny,” Kyle said rather than answer, grabbing Stan by the hand. “He won’t have gotten to work yet.”

“Kyle, is this-” Stan stumbled along after him. “This isn’t even a real conversation, Kyle, what are you trying to say?”

Stan was clearly uncomfortable. Kyle knew that, but it wasn’t like he could change it. He wasn’t acting like himself, he didn’t feel like himself, he wasn’t even sure he was himself.

He was scared. He was so scared.

Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered.

They more or less literally ran into Kenny, Kyle knew what time he started the walk to work, he’d be around the area by the time they left and turned out his timing was even better than he thought.

Kenny was crossing the yard. Glancing up when heard the door and grinning, the blond stopped to wave, looking pleased when Kyle dragged Stan into his path.

“Well hey, superduo.” Kenny drawled. “What-”

Kyle didn’t hesitate to reach his arms out for Kenny, who started visibly before reaching to sweep him into a hug. He could feel the surprise, causing Kenny to be stiff rather than relax against him like he liked to, but as long as he wasn’t pushed off, he didn’t care. He just wanted to center himself. He needed the comfort, the reassurance.  

“What’s this, Ky?” Kenny’s lighthearted tone was marred by alarm.

“He’s acting really weird,” Stan said, stepping closer to the two. Kyle could feel him rest a hand against his back. Kyle buried his face further into Kenny. It didn’t matter that they were looking at him like he was crazy.

“Kyle?” Kenny gently nudged him to look up, and then froze, blue eyes flicking between Kyle’s. He could see the taller boy come to some sort of a decision.

With a stony expression taking over, Kenny grabbed Kyle by the sleeves and pulled him away from the brunet.

“Give us a second, Stanny-boy!” Kenny called, voice light and grip tight. As soon as they were out of earshot of Stan, who stood behind them biting his lip, Kenny whirled around.

Mosaic eyes were hard, icy as they were under a mask. Kyle looked up, staring at the bizarre look. He’d never seen it without a hood over his face.

“What happened.” Kenny’s voice even deepened, eyes unblinking and fiery. “Kyle. Talk to me.”

“Stuck in a time loop.” Kyle was so tired of saying it. The shaking was starting again. He was never getting out of this. “Reliving Thursday over and over. You call it a curse. We tried so many things. Nothing works. You believe me, though. You can’t die.”

Kenny withdrew, and immediately his grip tightened until it hurt.

“Holy shit, Kyle.” Kenny hadn’t reacted like this in- ever, actually. Something new. Kyle held onto it. Kenny was staring at him with wild eyes. “You look awful.”

“I don’t know what day it is,” Kyle babbled, words spilling off his lips. He was broken, he was over, there wasn’t anything of him left. He lost everything familiar as soon as he forgot. “I don’t know how long it’s been. I forgot. I don’t remember.”

“Okay, it’s okay.” Kenny was freaking out too, Kyle knew. The ice had dissipated in those eyes, leaving Kenny more vulnerable. Easier to read. “Take a breath, Ky. I got you.”

Kyle took a breath, not that it helped.

“I left town yesterday,” He mentioned, feeling raw and empty. He couldn’t feel afraid, couldn’t even feel angry. “I forgot what time. I think it was yesterday. I’m losing my mind, I’m losing my goddamn mind, I almost- I thought about stepping into the street and I…did, nothing happened and they saw me and passed but I tried and I think I’m- I’m losing my mind, Ken…”

Kenny had a look in his eyes that made Kyle trail off. He’d understand, Kyle knew, but the raw punched-gut look on his face was unexpected.

Kenny leaned in.

He kissed his forehead.

Just a sweet gesture, much like his family had given him as a child, a soft smak sound and a gentle ruffle of his hair.

And then he let go, cupping Kyle’s cheeks for a second and running his thumbs over his cheeks before turning and striding towards their other friend.

“Stan, watch him, please.” Kenny said, clapping the guy on the shoulder. “I’ll be back.”

“What’s going on?” Stan demanded, face pale.

“He’s not feeling good, Stan, just look after him for a bit, okay?” Kenny switched directions, he was headed the opposite direction. Why? Kyle’s mind was too fuzzy to think properly.  

“Where are you going?” Stan asked, now with an arm around a shaking Kyle’s shoulders.

“Experimenting.”

Stan looked between a shaking, pale redhead who looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks (He’d looked fine yesterday?) and a stoic, cold blond walking away from them.

Clearly Kyle needed his help more than Kenny, so Stan merely waved.

“You need to get back home,” Stan said, ready to take charge. It was needed at this point. He steeled himself. “C’mon, dude. You don’t look great.”

  Stan wrapped a blanket around his friend, plopping down next to him on the couch.

Kyle was curled up, taking deep breaths and with a mug of tea in his hands. Stan regarded him with a worried expression in his gentle eyes. Kyle didn’t look anything like himself, in baggy clothes and deep bags under his eyes and his hair a disastrous mess.

Kyle’s greenish eyes flicked up. Then back to his drink.

“Where did Kenny go?” Kyle asked, almost devoid of infliction. At least he’d stopped looking like he was about to run down the street screaming.

“Dunno,” Stan said, pulling his legs up onto the couch to sit cross-legged. “He said he’d be back.”

“Mmn.” Kyle hummed. He fidgeted with the fringe on his blanket.

The two boys sat there for a while, shoulder to shoulder.

“I need to tell you something,” Kyle said, more quiet and focused than he’d been all night. “You have to swear you won’t tell anyone.”

“Okay?” Stan’s eyes were huge.

“It’s not anything-” Kyle shrugged both his shoulders, glaring down into his mug.

Stan leaned, trying to get a look at Kyle’s face.

“I like Kenny,” Kyle said finally, tapping his fingernails against ceramic. Stan’s eyes only got wider. “And I thought that would go away, but it hasn’t.”

“Holy shit, dude.” Stan gulped down the rest of the sentence and thought for a second first. Holy shit. “That’s awesome!”

Kyle turned, slowly, looking like Stan had grown an extra head. “What?”

Stan grinned, throwing an arm over his shoulder as be babbled excitedly. “I could see this! You’re both all smart, Kenny’s got the laid back, chill thing going and you’re a total perfectionist. You fuss and Kenny loves being fussed over. Plus I’m like, 90 percent sure he’s into you. You’re all he talks about some times.” He paused, taking a breath. “Dude. Nice.”

“I-” That was a lot to process. Kyle picked out the last thing to focus on. “He talks about me?”

“Yup.” Stan looked smug. “Always asking what you’re doing, how you’re doing, do you still like this, do you remember that, the guy’s probably obsessed with you. Shocking, right? Especially since, you know. You pretty much ditched him.”

Kyle colored. “I didn’t ditch him!”

“You ditched him,” Stan stubbornly held onto. “We hit high school and you stopped hanging with Kenny entirely, man.”

“It got weird!” Kyle protested, fire coming back into his eyes as his face grew hotter. “I couldn’t look at him the same anymore. It was fucking weird.”

It was waking up on day and realizing he had to tilt his head up to look at Kenny. It was noticing weird, super gay things, like his smile with endearingly crooked teeth, the way his eyes and nose scrunched up when he laughed. Trying not to laugh at bad jokes and raunchy humor as Kenny grinned over for approval. Then it really started getting weirder, like him noticing the shape of his collarbone when he wore baggy shirts and the neck dipped down, admiring the tan he got in the summer and how his hair looked blonder in the sun. The way he felt pressed against Kyle in a hug, fuck, the way he breathed somehow became interesting.

Like waking up and finding his world shifted, that Kenny was still Kenny, of course, but that Kenny now had a special place in his heart. That these physical differences were important, but now everything was being noticed. Turned up 100% and now it couldn’t be unnoticed. His admiration for Kenny’s kindness towards the people he liked, and loved, even if it cost himself something. Kenny’s vast, vast capability to love. His resilience and defiance to become what everyone expected of the weird, poor kid in elementary. Working full time, supporting his family, still going to school and due to graduate with very acceptable grades. Kyle was damn proud. Kyle might have grand aspirations, but Kenny was already an incredible person in his eyes. It frightened him how strongly he felt that. Felt all of it.

It had been too much. Way too much. With everyone on the horizon, having to pick a university, a career, moving out and finding his place in the world, throwing a crush into the mix would have been annoying. The crush moving into something all-encompassing and taking him over had finally made it unbearable. As Kyle had thought many times, Kenny was a regret. He pushed him away and he shouldn’t have, but by the time he realized it he thought it was too late.

“I don’t know why I thought it would stop,” Kyle said out loud, staring into his tea with a hazy look. Stan stared, intrigued. He scowled, trying to recall the still-familiar sensation of kissing Kenny. Feeling a smile against his lips. “It isn’t going to.”

“Wow.” Stan looked thrilled at this outcome, which probably should have worried Kyle. “You and Kenny. That’s amazing.” He inhaled sharply then, choking momentarily. He took a gulp of his hot chocolate before continuing. “You are going to tell him. Right Kyle?” The last words were very pointed. Kyle huffed.

“Yeah.” He made up his mind on that already. “Just…not now. I need to- I need to think about what I’m going to say. And…I’d like to make things up to him.” And Stan, of course, but he couldn’t quite say that a second time without feeling like a tool.

“Yeah,” Stan nearly parroted thoughtfully. “But you definitely need to say something before too long.”

That snapped Kyle back to attention.

“Why?” Kyle looked alarmed, hands tightened around his mug. Stan followed the movement with confusion.

“Just…because you should?” Stan watched Kyle relax. “Why’d it take you so long to say something in the first place?”

“I mean,” Kyle shrugged again, looking embarrassed. “I didn’t think I was, uh-”

“Sure,” Stan said, becoming equally embarrassed just as quickly. “But Kenny likes, uh…both.”

“Yes.” Kyle squirmed. “I just didn’t know I did.”

Both boys were quiet for a moment before Kyle spoke up again.

“You think he’d be cool with it?” He asked, feeling like a moron for even opening his mouth. Particularly when Kenny seemed perfectly happy yesterday when Kyle randomly kissed him in the street.

“Oh yeah.” Stan actually laughed. “Just…trust me on this. Go for it, dude.”

Kyle smiled finally, faint but visible, leaning back against the couch. “I will. Eventually.”

Once he had the right things to say. Once he made it up to him somewhat. Once he stopped feeling like a bad human being. Once everything was okay. Once he was out of the time loop, and could talk to Kenny about what happened, about Kenny being killed off in horrendous ways while he watched, when he had time to build back up their friendship and make up for every day he tried to forget the blond existed. Kyle’s eyes trailed to the clock above the mantle. He stopped breathing.

“Stan,” He said, much more calmly than he felt. “What does the clock say?”

Stan glanced up at the roman numerals happily ticking away. “It’s about one. You want to stay over?” Kyle didn’t answer, forcing him to look over. The redhead was so pale Stan felt his heart jump. “Kyle?”

12:47 a.m.

Friday.

[southhighsucks]

I Noticed

I literally hate @sugarhazard for making me write this like first of all HOW DARE. Holy Fuck. Someone protect my Dead Son I love him so much. This is from this prompt list and honestly I am shook.

89.“I noticed.” Stan x Kenny Word Count: 1126 Warning: Gore

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It wasn’t like we didn’t know. Of course we knew. When you’re young though, you put that kind of thing out of your mind. You think it was a nightmare. You think it was a joke. You think maybe you were playing make believe and for a moment, it all felt too real. It wasn’t until middle school when it really started to hit me. When we were kids, it was almost like a joke. Like a game. Sick, God, that sounds so fuckin’ sick, but it was true. It was a fucking game to all of us, until one time, he didn’t come back. Usually there was no time at all between one day and the next. He’d be dead on Tuesday and then back in class Wednesday, but then, it started to take longer. He would be gone for a week. For two weeks. There was one time he was gone for months. It happened less and less frequently, the dying, I mean. Before it was every other day, but then, it slowed down. Maybe once a week. Maybe once a month. By the time we were in middle school, it was such a rare occurrence, it actually shook me when it happened. Can you imagine? Me, surprised by Kenny dying? Sure, we never talked about it, never voiced it to anyone else, but we all knew. Kenny McCormick was a living dead boy. He would die, sometimes horribly and violently, other times unexpectedly and quietly, and then he’d be back. As if nothing happened. We couldn’t keep blocking it out, but just because we knew it happened, didn’t mean we acknowledged it. When you’re young like that, what are you supposed to do? How do you even bring that up? You Don’t. We all handled it differently. Ken didn’t seem to be bothered by it, and everyone willingly accepted that. Kenny died.That was just what happened. That was how it had always been and how it was probably always going to be. Cartman didn’t care. Kyle didn’t care. Nobody seemed to care, yet here I was in middle school, freaking out because an industrial nail gun went off in a home and garden store and my friend was now dead. I was screaming, crying, covered in blood, completely disgusted with the world, retching and sobbing in the middle of Home Depot, and Kyle and Cartman were both looking at me like I was a fucking loon?! That was the moment I realized something was very wrong with the way we viewed Kenny McCormick. I watched him die. His skin peeling open, his skull cracking and splintering under pressure, his eyes filling wide with pain, and the scream that ripped itself out of his body as he fucking died played in my mind every minute of the day. Every time I closed my eyes, every time I tried to sleep, even with Kenny beside me doing our fucking lab at school later that week, it was all i could think about. Kenny McCormick felt everything. Kenny McCormick felt death. Knew what it was like to feel a pain I couldn’t even imagine, and every fucking time we turned our fucking backs on him.

We didn’t talk about Kenny. We never talked about Kenny. I wanted to talk about Kenny. I wanted to talk to Kenny. Did he know that we were all aware? That we weren’t oblivious children who thought he was playing superhero? Did he see it in our faces when we were surprised to see him the next day? Did he overhear us wondering out loud if he’d be in class? We’re in high school now. We’re in high school and Kenny got hit by a train two weeks ago, and I haven’t heard from him since. It’s another couple days before Karen texts’ me to let me know he’s back safe and sound, and my feet are carrying me to his house before I even have time to think. Take the truck, it’ll be faster. But I’m bursting out the door, heading down the sidewalk, making my way to Ken’s on the other side of the tracks. It’s cold, really cold, but I left my jacket on the coat rack so the sting only makes me walk faster.

I cross the Train Tracks, the same ones I watched Kenny get flattened on a few weeks ago, and a shiver runs down my spine. Kenny McCormick is a dead man walking. It takes me no time at all to get to the trailer park and stumble my way up to the door. I don’t bother knocking. I haven’t knocked on Kenny’s door since I was ten years old, I simply make my way into the house, nodding to Stuart who’s putting something away in the fridge. I’ve thought a lot about everything I want to say. I know how Kenny is, honestly. He wouldn’t want me to get deep with him, get philosophical, try to play therapist. That’s not how Ken is. I burst through his bedroom door and he’s sitting on his mattress on the floor, packing his pipe, eyes lighting up when he sees me. “Stan the Man! Come by just in time!” He’s grinning like an idiot, shaking the sandwich bag of pot he’s got, and I just drop next to him on my knees, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, tight. I feel him stiffen up under my touch and I think for a moment about the fact that Kenny’s never really been a hugger when it comes to me, but right now, I don’t really care. “Ken. Ken fuck, Kenny please don’t ever fuckin’ think I don’t notice.” My words are sudden and make no sense. My voice cracks and of fucking course it does. I’ve always been such an emotional wreck, and even with my head spinning I can hear Kenny’s nervous laughter. “What are you babbling about?” I can’t see his eyes, but there’s an edge to his voice and for a moment, I don’t want to keep talking.

I have to keep talking.

“I Noticed.” I more than fucking noticed, and I think he knows that. There’s a pause. There’s a long silence, and then, Kenny’s slowly wrapping his arms around me, holding me tighter than I think I’ve ever felt another guy hold me. I can feel him swallowing the lump in his throat, but he doesn’t trust himself to speak and stays quiet, just pressing his face against my neck for a moment. I hold him as tight as I can, knowing he needs it more than I do, whispering to him over and over that I missed him, that I always miss him, that God fucking damn it, I noticed.

I fucking Noticed.

[kenleymcmarsh]

Stan: Journal entry No.1

January 28th 2017 I've been driving forever. Dad taught me how at a shockingly young age; and since then it's just been back seated as something I was capable of. I didn't think much of it when I got my license either. Now, the only time I'd been afraid of being behind the wheel was my first time -especially since I couldn't exactly see over the steering wheel- every time since it was just a simple no brainer. Gas, break, don't speed, don't hit anyone. It wasn't until the accident that I was scared to drive. No one was killed (thank god) and neither car was totaled. But the memories make my hands shake and my heart pound. Kenny and Kyle keep telling me that 'it's okay.' Or that 'it was just a freak accident.' But the sight of purple and yellow clouds bleeding under their skin, their yelps as their seat belts jerked them back into place after impact...and the looks on their faces in the ambulance will forever be burned into my mind. I let Kenny do most of the driving when we have to go somewhere now. And if he's not around it's Kyle. It took me a month to drive my own car again. It sat there in the driveway, front bumper slumping halfway onto the salted cement like a drunk smile for weeks before I had the nerve to take it to get fixed. I drank more in the weeks following the accident, Kenny spent the night more. I cried to Kyle, sobbing about how I could never forgive myself for endangering him like that, over the phone every night for a week. On the eighth night he told me loved me but I needed to stop dwelling on it so much. Kenny agreed. Craig flips me off from his window across the street; unrelated. But, he's there like clockwork at 10:36pm every night. I can see him right now, asshole. Kennys coming over soon. It's been a month and a week since the accident. Mine and Kyles bruises have faded to light browns and a weird yellow shade that shows up brighter on Kyle than it does me. But, Kenny still brandishes a greenish-purple band around his hips and across his chest from the seatbelt. He winces when he sits the wrong way, or shifts in sleep. He took the worst of the blow. We were hit from the left side by someone running a red light. The car hit the back left side of my car, behind the drivers side. Where Kenny was sitting. The whole left side of his leg was bruised up as well as his left arm. He looks like a watercolored painting without his shirt on, and it makes my heart ache. He laughs it off and says he's okay, bear hugging me and ruffling my hair. But, I notice how he avoids laying on his left side, and how he stands with his right side to people, protecting his bruised flesh from further pain as it heals. I bought cigarettes and the biggest bag of gummy bears I could find to say sorry. He shared his smokes with me, Craig and, red. And brought his gummy bears home for Karen. Kenny is the most selfless person I can think of. He's my best friend and I tell him I love him and I'm sorry. To which his response is "You love hard, dude. Don't cry over me. I ain't gettin' dragged down by some dumb shit like a car accident. These bruises ain't forever either, stop starin' at em so much. I know- I look damn good all rugged- but it's jus' gonna make you sad so let's watch a movie okay?" He smiles, brushes his sandy blond hair back with his thin fingers and chuckles. Kyle -on the other hand- is different. But is on almost the same level as Kenny. Kyle suffered a concussion from the airbag. And I stayed up with him the night after the accident. I asked him random questions to keep him awake. "What's the square root of pi?" I'd ask. To which he'd sigh and monotonously recite it to its 23rd digit. "Jesus dude, you're so smart..." is all I can think of to say when he answers questions flawlessly. After the 50th or so time I've probably said this he laughs. "Why are you laughing, dude?" I ask. He replies with "you've said that for the past 13 years; I think you need a new response." I call him smart for remembering 13 years of friendship off the top of his head. He laughs again. At night when I call him he listens. Murmuring 'mhm's as I say sorry repeatedly and answering about how he's doing when I ask approximately every 3 minutes (he said it was about every 3 minutes) his answer was usually along the lines of "I promise it doesn't hurt that much" or "I'm fine" or "its about a 3/4 out of 10" and finishing off the conversation with a salutation he'd probably be able to recite backwards by this point- and I mean backwards in the sense where it sounds like they just pressed rewind. "Goodnight dude, yeah I will, I love you too. Promise to put the booze away and drink a full bottle of water. Text me when you wake up." I love him so much, i don't deserve him. I don't deserve Kenny either. My friends are too good for me. Except Craig; who has taped a drawing of a middle finger to his window for me to see even when he's not there to personally grace me with his presence in the window himself. I'll write more tomorrow. This journal thing might not have been a terrible idea? My therapist might've nailed this one on the head. Drinks had: 2 Glasses of water today: 4 Meals: 3

[newstanmarshblog]

Carrying a Best Friend: Chapter 3

   It’s 10:00 at night, and Stan had just got dressed into his pajamas. He wears a short shorts blue boxer, and a brown t-shirt. Normally he would stay up until midnight, but he wanted to get an early sleep because his day has been very painful.

   After hearing about Kenny’s death and grieving with his mother, Stan first called Kyle & Cartman about the terrible car crash. Much like when he first reacted to hearing the news, his friends were heartbroken about it too. Next he also called Wendy about it, and she offered her condolence to him afterwards. Later on, Stan met up with his friends at the outdoor basketball field as it was one of their favorite places to hang out with Kenny back when they were in their elementary school years. During their long time spent at the field, they all grief together, shared memories, and even each made a shot at the basketball hoop to honor their old friend. When the day grew darker, Stan returned to his home where he had a quiet dinner with his mom. Next, he took Samson on a short walk. And then when he got back, he spend the rest of the night looking through his book memory that has pictures of Kenny in it as he was tearing up a bit.

   After going to the bathroom and saying good night to his mom & dog, Stan was in his room about to lay on his bed as he thought about his best friend once again. He looks up to the ceiling.

   Stan: Hey dude, it’s me. I hope you and your mother are having a peaceful time up there. Down here, we’ve been grieving while also sharing old memories of all the times that we shared with you and your mom. Much of this town has also been paying their condolence to your dad & sister as well. I just can’t believe that you’re gone so soon. We had so many adventures together in the past, and many more were waiting ahead until that was taken away. *sigh* I know that you want me to move on and all, but I’m still having a difficult time since you’ve been taken away at such a young age. This is my first ever night sleep without you, and I don’t know if I can sleep fine tonight. But I’ll try the best that I can, for you.

   He was starting to tear up again.

   Stan in tears: If you see Chef, my grandpa, and Sparky up there, tell them that I still miss them all very much just as much as you now. Stay gold.

   Stan began to cry very hard as he lay down on his belly on his bed, and place he face on his pillow. He hasn’t felt so much sadness and pain in a single day for a very long time, and he just doesn’t know how long it will last and when he can get his life back on track.

   Up above him from the ceiling, a ghostly figure appears. It was Kenny. He sees his best friend on the bed crying as he was also noticing on how surprising beautiful Stan was. Stan’s arms & legs are very smooth as they had no body hair at all. The only hair that’s on him was his gorgeous raven hair above his face. Never before had Kenny felt more attractive to him than back when he was still alive. However, he didn’t have the time to look at Stan’s cuteness and attractiveness. Kenny approaches to him a little closer.

   Kenny: Hi, Stan.

   Stan noticed the sounded voice as he lifted up his head from the pillow.

   Stan still sobbing a bit: Huh? Who said that? Mom?

   Kenny: Look behind you.

   Stan rolled over onto his back, and he sees his best friend floating up above as a ghost. His eyes popped wide open as he felt like being jump scared.

   Stan: HOLY SHIT! Kenny, is that you?

   Kenny smiling: Yep, it’s me.

   Stan closed his eyes for a moment, and as he reopens them, he still sees Kenny floating in front of him. It feels like if he’s dreaming. He needs to be sure that it wasn’t one.

   Stan: If this is not a dream, and you’re really there, answer me this. What was the main reason of our trip to Mel Gibson’s mansion in the first place?

   Kenny: Because we wanted our twenty bucks back from him after seeing his movie, “The Passion of the Christ”. We both didn’t like that movie back then, and it still sucks to this very day.

   And then suddenly, Stan’s sadness was fully back into his happiness. It was all that he needed to hear.

   Stan filled with joy: That it still does, dude!

   Stan got up in full energy to hug to his ghostly friend, but as he was about to hug him, he completely went through him instead.

   Stan confused: What the hell?

   Kenny: Sorry, Stan. I’m a ghostly spirt. Nobody and nothing on Earth can’t touch me. Even I can’t touch anyone and anything.

   He places his hand onto Stan’s shoulder, and instead of landing on it, the hand went into the shoulder where the collarbone is. Stan gets some goosebumps.

   Kenny: See?

   Kenny takes his hand out of Stan’s shoulder.

   Stan: Yeah, I get the point. Well anyway, what are you doing here? Are you one those ghosts that can’t get into heaven or hell?

   Kenny: No, no. I was just in heaven actually.

   Stan: You were? How is it up there?

   Kenny: It’s freaking huge and peaceful. Plus, some of the people that we know personally are up there as well.

   Stan: Who’s up there?

   Kenny: Well, aside from my mom that’s now with them, there’s also Pip, your grandfather, and even Chef.

   Stan: Did you get the chance to talk with any of them?

   Kenny: Only with Chef. Just before I left, he told me to tell you that he said “hello”. And he also said that he has been watching us grow up for over the years since his death. So I imagine that he likely saw your toast for him yesterday.

   Stan smiled when he heard that. Knowing that one of his greatest friends has been watching him during all of those years growing up.

   Kenny: Now then, let’s get into the reason why I’m here. I’m not here for a visit.

   Stan: Then why are you here?

   Kenny: I should set you up on a couple things before I tell you for my reasoning being here. First off, this is not my first ever death experience.

   Stan: It’s not?

   Kenny: I’ve experience many deaths for over the entire course of my life. Like for example, remember that one Thanksgiving year where those turkeys attacked our town?

   Stan: Yeah, that was the most wild Thanksgiving experience in my entire life.

   Kenny: And during that Thanksgiving year, our town battled against those turkeys and I was killed by those freaking birds in the progress.

   Stan: That’s not how I remember it. You just barely survived by those turkey, and they hit you in the balls with their beaks.

   Kenny: Or what about that time after I came back to South Park from that foster home, a gigantic monstrous bird came out of nowhere, and ate me.

   Stan: I remember everything in that moment when you came back from that foster place, just not with that bird thing that you mentioned. Cartman was singing on how he was no longer the poorest student in our school when you returned, and then you kicked his ass really hard that he cried like a little lamb. How come you’re remember things differently than me?

   Kenny: It has to do with my powerful curse. Whenever I get killed, I’m in the afterlife for serval minutes, then my mom gives birth to me, and by next morning, I’m back at my current age. And the worst thing about it is that nobody remembers seeing me being killed. It has been happening to me ever since the day when I first became born, and it just causes me so much more agony as the years goes by.

   Stan: Wow, dude. I had no idea that you’ve been suffering so much in your life. I’m really sorry.

   Kenny: Don’t blame on yourself. My curse has the ability to wipe out memories from any mortal that either kills me or even just witnessing my deaths in which happens to you and the rest of our friends very often.

   Stan: How did you came across with your powers in the first place anyway?

   Kenny: It has something to do with Cthulhu. Only he and his followers knows how that kind of power was given to me during the time when my parents were involved with them, and they also should know on how my curse can be lifted from me once and for all.

   Stan: Wait a minute. You said that your mom often gives birth to you again whenever you get killed. But now that she’s dead, how are you able to return back to life and then try to destroy your curse?

   Kenny: That’s where you come in. What I’m about to ask you to do will sound insane, but it’ll also be the most important thing that I ever ask to you as your best friend. Are you ready to hear?

   Stan: Whatever it is, I’ve got your back.

   Kenny: *sigh* Alright, here it goes. Stan, in order for me to come back to life, I need you to become pregnant with me.

   Stan was very quiet for a moment. It almost felt like if he was just dreaming all along.

   Stan: Dude……What the fuck?

   Kenny: I told you that this will sound insane, but please, hear me out. I don’t think anyone else out there would ever do this kind of thing for me aside from you. Kyle may be a great friend, but he’s not like BFF that you and I are. I don’t think he’ll do it, even if I tried to beg him. Cartman already carried me once, and I don’t think he’s willing to do it again. If I ask my dad to do it, his drinking and smoking problems would affect my health dramatically. And as for my young sister, she’s not old enough to do that kind of thing.

   Stan: What about my mom? She can be very reasonable.

   Kenny: I don’t know her too much personally. If I just come in and ask her about it, she’ll think that she’s having some kind of crazy vision and will forget about it later. You and I on the other hand, we’ve been together for so long since we were five years old. We know each other so much that we even know a couple things about ourselves that only you and I know that our parents doesn’t know about. You’re the only person that I know very personally that can do this kind of job. Please, Stan. I need your help more than ever before.

   Stan: You know very well that I’m heading to college in two months. I plan on playing football over there in which can be very dangerous for you if I ever carry you. Plus, if I do ever become pregnant with you, my belly will grow so huge that everyone will think that I’m the fattest student over there. Even Kyle won’t believe me if I told him the reason why I’ve gotten fat so quickly. And above all, how am I suppose to give birth to you when I don’t have the right body parts for it?? I’m on my way to start a future career whatever it be a quarterback, or a Zoologist. I’ll have to set back my career life a year behind schedule that I’ve worked so hard on because of what you’re asking me to do! I don’t think that I can do it. I’m really sorry, Kenny. I really am.

   Stan taking some deep breaths, and faced down feeling really depressed for denying his best friend’s request. Kenny floated down, sitting next to him.

   Kenny: I know that it’s very hard. And I’m really sorry to make you feel that way. Believe me, I wouldn’t ever ask you to do this for me if I wasn’t so desperate. But my curse is forcing me to find a new host. If I don’t find one soon, I really don’t know what’s gonna happen to me, and I’m very scared about it. I could likely be gone and out of existence forever. My sister still needs me out there, and if I disappeared, I don’t know what horrible future lays ahead of her. If you really don’t want to do it, I completely understand. I will just instead faced whatever fate is in front of me. Just promise me that you’ll look after Karen for me. She also likes you just as much as me. She’ll be like your new little sister.

   Stan was beginning to have some second thoughts. On one hand, he really doesn’t want push back his career that he has worked so hard on. But on the other hand, just hearing that the greatest friend that he ever had could be gone out of existence means that a huge part of his happiness could fade away as well. If he lets Kenny fade away, all of those wonderful fun memories that he shared with him, he’ll never look at them the same way again. He’ll feel like that he just become the worst friend that Kenny ever had for rejecting to save his life. Stan wasn’t willing to let any of that happen to himself and to his best friend. It may cause some huge sacrifice on his career plans, but he would rather help those in needs over his own interest first. Especially when it comes to helping someone that he loved so deeply like his best friend that has been the closest that he ever had to having a real brother. Stan has decided that he now wants to become pregnant in order to save Kenny.

   Stan: I’ll do it.

   Kenny: Thanks, dude. I truly believe that you and Karen will get along very well.

   Stan: No, not that.

   Kenny: Huh?

   Stan smiling: I really want to become pregnant with you, Kenny. I don’t want to lose you because you’re the closet that I ever had to a real brother. And I love you for that very reason.

   Kenny: Are you sure that you want to go through nine months of an entire pregnancy, and pushing back your future career for the time being?

   Stan smiling: Yes, I’m 110% sure of it. I’ll push my football career aside until next year and will focus on my Zoology stuff as much as I can. My main focus right now is to save my BFF. I got your back, and you do mine.

   Kenny smiles back along with a couple tears coming down from his eyes.

   Kenny smiling: Thanks, Stan.

   Stan: I’ll also help you out on destroying your curse as well, as long you promise me that you’ll explain everything on how this pregnancy will work, and how I’ll be giving birth to you.

   Kenny: Will do. Now then, I need to touch your belly in order to knock you up. So, life up your shirt for me.

   Stan lifts up his brown t-shirt to show off his beautiful flat belly to Kenny.

   Kenny: Alright, I feel like that this will be only time that you’ll feel me physically once I touch you.

   Stan: For whatever lays ahead for nine months, I imagine that it’ll be the ultimate experience of our life time that we’ll never forget. Let’s do this.

   Kenny places his ghostly hand onto Stan’s belly, and instead of going through, it actually lands on it as he can feel Stan’s skin. A huge light beam shines between Kenny’s hand and Stan’s belly, lasting for only about ten seconds. And then, the light disappears. Stan also felt something inside of him, like if it appeared all the sudden.

   Stan: I just felt something, dude. Like if it appeared into my body without warning.

   Kenny: Whatever it was, it worked. You’re now officially pregnant with me.

   Stan: So, are you about to disappear into my belly?

   Kenny: Not until you go into labor. I’m gonna be very close to you for an entire pregnancy, and I also can’t fly away from you no longer than ten feet.

   Stan couldn’t believe that it just happened so quickly.  There were a lot of things that he needs to know on how his pregnancy was going to work, and how he plans to deal with all of it while at college. But for now, it was getting late. He needs to get some sleep.

   Stan yawning: Alright, dude. I gotta get some sleep.

   Kenny: I don’t know if I can ever sleep since I’m a ghost, but I’ll try and see if it can happen.

   Stan: I hope that you can, dude. Even every spirt like yourself should deserve a good night rest.

   He gets into his bed.

   Stan smiling: Good night, Kenny. See you in the morning.

   Kenny smiling: You too, Stan.

   Stan feels like that he can have himself a good night sleep now knowing that his best friend isn’t fully dead after all. Meanwhile, Kenny didn’t start to sleep yet as he waits for Stan to be fully asleep because once Stan was asleep, he was gonna try to get more questions answered from heaven.

   In the next chapter, Stan & Kenny plays a prank on Randy.

[zaron-chronicles-blog]

———————— Mun Information: ———————— Name: DM Age: 21 Pronouns: She/Her Timezone: PST ———————— Muse Information: ———————— Muse’s name: High Jew Elf King/ Elf King Kyle Age: 18 Birthday: May 26 Height: 5’8 Sexuality: Pansexual Faction: Drow Elves Class/Ability: Royalty, Skilled Anchor, Army of elves, Leadership Weaknesses: Close Range combat, Sometimes Ignorant and naive —————— Headcanons: —————— * Eye Color: Green * Neat Freak * Good person by heart and will stand for what he believes in no matter the consequences. Brilliant and intelligent. Also not a pushover! If you miss with him get ready to feel his wrath. * kyle was raised by humans at a young age. He was taken in by his adopted mother who clearly didn’t want anyone in the kingdom of Koopa Keep to know he was an elf. Therefore, she always had him wear his trademark hat in order to hide his long ears. Later on, he left the kingdom after he found out the truth about his identity, and how corrupted the nation of humans was towards the Elves. Thus lives the High Jew Elf King. * Believe it or not but kyle actually really loves his red fluffy hair and pointy elf ears. Those 2 things might always be hidden under his hat but theres a good reason for it. His unique features were usually looked down upon by his adoptive family at young age… thus causing him major insecurities. (He also thinks his hat is amazing) * Stan and Kyle have a special bond that can’t be broken. Being childhood friends and living next to each other for years made them incredibly close. He is also the first person kyle decided to show his elf ears to.(other than his adoptive family) * Kyle is the kind of king who prefers peace before violence. Dislikes having to go in the route of war and will usually try his best to prevent it. He cares deeply about his kingdom and sees them all as family. * Even though Kyle is known to be a genius by many, he still sometimes questions his intelligence. This is due to the different ideas people put in his head. * Despised the Grand Wizard king even since they were kids. ——————— ½ Hearty Paragraphs: ——————— Takes place after a devastating surprise attack planned by Eric, The wizard King of Kupa Keep.

An unsettling sight was right in front of him. What once was a beautiful kingdom of happy Elves was filled with one of the colors he hated the most. Blood red. Kyle falls in defeat speechless. Angry tears filling his face. The night was no longer shining Bright.

Why must things be this way? He thought. All he wanted to do was create a better world for everyone. A world where people can accept one another despite their differences. His train of thought was interrupted when he noticed something Just a few feet away from him. What laid there before his eyes was a dead corpse. The corpse who belonged to the girl playing in the garden earlier that day.

That was the final straw. He stood up, wiping the salty tears away from his face.

He glared at the thought of the Wizard King. Too many times has that monster hurt his people, and too many times was he to naive to actually fight back. This tragic event is what he needed to finally understand that a human cruel enough to do this type of thing will never change.

Kyle snapped back into reality when he heard loud footsteps coming from behind. Thats when he quickly turned around getting ready for whatever threat was coming to him. There was no way in hell he was going to let more of these bastard humans kill his people without a fight. Soon, The figure moved closer into the light and thats when relief hit him in the face.

What stood before him was his trusted right hand man Stan. He was badly bruised up and looked like he needed to lay down.

“Kyle” Stan started, “Im so sorry I couldn’t save everyone. I tried so hard but I Just couldn’t.” He remained silent while Looking down on the floor in shame.

Never had Kyle seen his best friend look so devastated. It really broke his heart. He put his hands on stan chin forcing him to look up. He wanted to do what he can for his friend even though he was hurting just as much as he was. He let go of his chin and pulled him closer for a genuine hug.

“You did everything you can and theres no shame in that.” He whispered. “Right now i’m just glad you’re alive.”

Stan pulled away from the hug and looked at His kings emerald eyes much calmer than before. “You’re also my best friend and it’s my duty to protect you. You and the kingdom around us.”

“You’re right Marshwalker.” Kyle Continued. “But understand that we both share the same goal.

Together both of them walked around the kingdom looking for the citizens who survived the devastating attack. After 1 hour of searching they found about 300 of them. Kyle stood on his Thrown with all the citizens gathered in a circle.

Then kyle begun to speak. “I swear to you all as the King of Zeron, this will not go unpunished. A monster will never know the definition of peace. Therefore, we will no longer look for harmony in a world like this. We are taking everything from the humans like they took everything from us.”

The color blood red is the color of Vengeance. The one the Elf King despises and the one the Wizard admires.

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