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zarvasace · 3 months

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Fic Rec List

AO3 is holding a Feedback Fest for International Fanworks Day! So, in no particular order, here are 10 fics from my bookmarks that I recommend. :) Most of these fics are by stellar authors, but the list is for individual fics. I recommend checking out the authors as well.

EDIT: fandom code. LU = Linked Universe. FS = Four Swords

Dawn of the Fourth by @lazuliquetzal - (LU, complete) A fic that's on plenty of rec lists, I'm sure! The mastery of plot, character, and language itself is top-tier. This has a mystery-ish plot filled with twists and turns that hold up very very well on rereads! The tension remains taut the whole time, but it isn't too stressful. There are some particular images from this one that have stuck with me since I read it.

Threats and Theatrics by htruona - (LU, complete) This one makes me laugh. A lot. Vio is too dramatic for his own good, and I adore the idea that they might just keep fake blood on them for stuff like this.

A Guide to Living (Again) by @cerame (LU, complete) - Also one that I'm sure is not unfamiliar to a lot of people! It's no secret that I'm a big fan of Shadow, and it was so so much fun to see these other opposite-Links coming around, too. This is just overall a very good time.

Awake, Sweet Prince by @vagueandominousvibes - (FS, complete) There's a lot by Kahl I adore, she's an excellent writer with a wonderful handle on world and words, and this one in particular is one of my favorites. I love slightly spooky fae and this is definitely high on my list.

Count to Nine by @tess-aka-fishy (LU, complete) - One of my top fluff and humor fics. Everyone is in-character in the best way possible, being chaotic but not necessarily on purpose. It's awesome.

It's Dangerous to Go Alone by @hey-adora (FS, complete) - Among the many standout works by Sam, this one is an excellent one to recommend thanks to the showcase of her particular brand of humor, the fun, adventure-y plot, canon-extension worldbuilding, and of course the focus on Vio and Shadow being awful as always.

Keep Your Face to the Sun by Ageofavalon (LU, complete) - This one is a wonderful little fic with, surprise surprise, a focus on Shadow. This one just feels cozy, and I've reread it a lot. I particularly enjoy the way that they adopt him into the LU Chain :)

Take a Number, Any Number by @cluelessmoose (LU, complete) - An outstanding Four whump fic that recently got a very satisfying second chapter. It uses a lot of my favorite whump tropes. The imagery and particular use of words makes this a delight to read.

Soft Glows by @youmixxx (FS, incomplete) - Breaking my hesitant rule of "only complete fics allowed" to rec this fantastic Green/Blue modern college AU story. The attention to detail in this fic is unbelievable—and I mean detail in-text in descriptions and narrative, as well as behind-the-scenes details like consistent schedules. It's beautiful. Don't let the word count intimidate you because it flies by in a haze of glory.

Draw a Circle Around Your Grief by @lattewritesthings (LU, complete) - Dramatic, horrific, bitter, hurt-no-comfort—BUT in a way that doesn't leave you hanging on a thread. It's tragic but the resolution is satisfying anyway. The images are striking and the emotions are potent.

#fic rec #ifd2024

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sup-hoes-its-me · 6 years

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Matchmaker (Kenny x Reader)

A/N: so I found this quote and decided to write a story about it. Well, i was really just inspired by the emotions the quote evoked... anyway, i wanted to make this story really sweet, and i hope you love it!!!

“They stood there pretending to be just friends when all the while everyone in the room could plainly see that they were only existing for each other.”

-Emma Blake

I feel like a small part of me has always loved him. Through everything, he’s always been by my side, and I can’t forget that. Maybe we were meant to be together. That’s what Kyle always used to tell me. I never told him that I liked Kenny, but he could tell just from the way we acted that there was something different between us. Something we didn’t have with Stan or Kyle or Cartman.

I never thought about asking him out. It never crossed my mind. He was my friend, my best friend. I was content with that for a long time.

But then, as I was lying in my bed one night, I couldn’t help but think of him. The way he smiled at me. The way his voice got lower when he whispered in my ear, and I would laugh when it tickled. The way he would hold my shoulder with his hand protectively when someone was threatening me. The way his fingers felt on mine when we accidentally touched walking down the sidewalk. The way he would carry my bag when my back hurt and I complained.

To put it simply, I was thinking about the things that I loved about him.

I didn’t know I loved him until that night. Tears dripped down my face. I wasn’t quite sure why, but my heart ached with a broken desire. I cried into my pillow for an hour that night, just sobbing until I was out of tears and energy. Why did this hurt so much?

He was only my friend. Why did that suddenly make me feel a terrible weight in my gut?

After that, I tried to pretend like there was nothing bothering me. It worked. No one noticed how I was a bit shifty, and my eyes would avert to the ground when he said something particularly flirty or adorable. No one really noticed how my ears turned red when he got close.

At least, I didn’t think they noticed.

But Cartman did. That stupid, fat jackass noticed my change in mood after that night.

He approached me once when I was walking home alone. He lived in the opposite direction, so it was obvious he was up to something when he tapped my shoulder. I stopped walking and turned to him, shuffling my cold feet in the snow. He grinned evilly, and it made my heart rate spike.

“So, Y/N, you’ve been really weird around Kenny lately,” he hummed, bumping my shoulder with his own. I tensed upon hearing those words. I thought I was subtle, that my secret was kept under lock and key. Apparently not if Cartman had noticed. “Anything happen between you two?” he asked suggestively, raising a brow.

I sighed and turned away from him, kicking a large mound of snow with my converse-clad foot. God, was I cold, and now he had me standing out in the snow in only my sneakers. I wanted to die. Why did he have to catch on? “Shut up. You don’t know anything,” I said.

“Um, no. I’m the best fucking matchmaker in South Park, and I know when someone is in love,” he declared confidently. I cringed at that word.

Love.

My face paled as fear wracked through my form. I was so scared. “You’re right. I do love him.”

I could practically sense the smirk growing on his chubby cheeks. I still didn’t dare looking back at him, instead focusing my gaze on the ground.

“Why haven’t you told him then? Don’t be a pussy, Y/N,” he insulted me, but I didn’t care. He always said stuff like that, and usually Kenny was with me to throw an insult right back. This time, I was alone, and Kenny was our topic of interest. I always dreaded this conversation.

Truthfully, I thought Kyle would be the one to discover my infatuation with my best friend. He was always around, and he took to observing the little things about his friends. I always figured that he would be the one to confront me and coax me into telling Kenny how much I cared for him. But, sadly, it didn’t work out the way I expected. Instead, Cartman was the one I was confessing my deepest fear towards.

What a messy situation.

“I can’t tell him. I don’t want to lose what we have. He’s my best friend.”

“So, you’d rather just suffer pretending you’re happy?” he questioned. “That’s bullshit.”

I smiled sadly, nodding. “I just have to be content with the way things are.”

He shook his head, growling out in frustration, “Fucking coward.”

I nodded once again, a few tears stinging my eyes that I refused to let fall. It was sad, how cowardly I was being. “Yeah, I really am.” I cared for Kenny, and if my confession led to me losing him, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. He’s basically all I’ve had for ten years. I needed him.

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I sighed as I leaned back against Kenny, my head resting on his shoulder. A movie droned on in the background, but I couldn’t focus. I just mindlessly stared at the screen. Kyle and Stan sat on the floor beside the bed, intently watching the movie about robots or some shit.

I was thinking. About him. About how different the group would be without that tie between me and Kenny. Would Kyle and Stan look at me differently? Would they pity me? Would the group have to hang out separately, or would I have to start hanging out with Wendy and Bebe to avoid the awkward vibes?

I was so worried I didn’t even notice as Kenny looked over at me, concern written in his eyes. I was so lost in thought I hadn’t even jumped at the scary jumpscare in the movie. I always jumped at those parts and let out a little scream or two. I hated horror movies, but today I seemed completely lost in my own mind.

He shifted a bit, turning around to face me. I sat up straight as well, turning to look at him curiously. He also didn’t miss the way my lips were curled into a deep frown before I plastered on some sort of fake smile. God, it was awful. He had absolutely no idea what was wrong, but he was going to find out. I could just see the determination in his eyes.

“Y/N, I forgot I have to get milk from the store. My mom is gonna kill me if I don’t bring it home,” he said. “Mind coming with me?” His face was so close, I felt my ears turning red and my heart to pound in my chest. I nodded slowly, sliding off the bed after him.

“Kyle, Stan, we gotta go. See you tomorrow?” Kenny bid his friends a short goodbye, and they only waved over their shoulders, too engrossed in the movie to actually care. Kenny slipped my hand in his as he led me down the stairs and past Stan’s dad, who waved us goodbye as well.

I walked beside him quietly as we made our way down the sidewalk. He was still holding onto my hand, and as much as I loved the warmth that radiated between us, I felt sick to the stomach. What was I going to do? Why did I have to suddenly change my mind and fall in love with him?

“You okay? You’ve been acting really weird tonight,” he piped up, breaking the silence.

“I’m fine. Just a little sick is all…”

“Oh, okay. I was getting really worried there for a second that I did something wrong or you hated me or something,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. If only he knew.

He completely forgot to pull up his hood when we left the house. And god, did I love his face and his thick blond hair that sat wildly atop his head. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and slide my thumbs along his cheek bones, just to be close to him like that, to give into my own selfish desires, no matter how innocent they were.

I couldn’t do this anymore.

I yanked my hand from his grip, clutching it to my chest. I looked away from him, fear and cowardice plain to see in my eyes. “Y/N, what’s wrong-”

“I can’t do this. I have to go home.” And with those words being my last that night, I ran off the other way. He didn’t follow me. He said nothing either. My feet hit the ground hard as I got closer and closer to my house. It was so cold, and the tears on my cheeks felt like they would freeze.

I hated everything in that one moment. I just wanted to lie in my bed and forget everything.

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“Y/N was really weird last night,” Kenny sighed, walking beside his friends as they left the arcade. Stan sent him a questioning look. It wasn’t too often that Y/N did anything out of the ordinary. Kenny was always happy with her, no matter what mood she was in. In fact, he occasionally rambled on about the way her nose scrunched up when she was angry with him or how she bit her lip when she was nervous.

He really liked her; it was shocking if she did something to make him upset.

Kyle piped up, “How was she weird?”

The hooded boy kicked a rock on the sidewalk and groaned. “I don’t know what happened, but she was just zoned out for half the night and wouldn’t reply to me,” he told them. “And then she ran away from me when we were walking and she said some shit like, ‘I can’t do this. I’m going home’.”

Stan winced. “Ouch. That’s harsh.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Cartman, of course, interrupted the serious conversation with an abrupt and deliberately mocking question. “Why do you care so much, Kinny? She’s just a dumb friend. She’ll get over it-”

“Dude, you don’t even understand. She’s never been angry with me. Never.”

“She’s been angry with me and Kahl and Stan before and they never got this upset over it,” he commented, obviously targeting him in some weird way.

The blond was angry now. He clenched his fist by his sides and glared daggers at the concrete. “Because Y/N is way closer to me than she is to the three of you!” he growled. “Dumbass.”

Cartman grinned, bumping shoulders with the boy. He had this evil look in his eyes and a masterful plan laid on in his head. After all, he had to live up to his self-proclaimed title of “best fucking matchmaker in South Park”. He would do this for Y/N, and because he was sick of Kenny talking about her all the time like some lovesick dog.

“What? Are you two hooking up behind our backs?”

“No! Fuck you, fatass! I’m in love with her! That’s why!”

Kyle’s jaw dropped, and the only words to fall from his lips were, “Oh, Shit…”

Cartman smirked and skipped along past his friend. “So you finally admit it, you fucking pussy. I thought you were gonna pretend for the rest of your shitty life,” he mocked. Kyle and Stan walked closely behind, and Stan patted Kenny on the back in support. He knew how embarrassing it was when your friends make fun of you because you like someone. He endured this with Wendy more times to count.

He rolled his eyes at the fat boy mocking him. “Oh, just fuck off, Cartman. You’re just jealous since a fatso like you can’t get laid.”

“And you can?” Cartman snapped back.

Kenny’s face turned red as he countered, but he meant it. “Shut up. If she loved me back, we’d have the best sex, she’d be begging me to fuck her!” He crossed his arms over his chest, and watched as Kyle and Stan gawked at him for saying something like that. It was weird, hearing someone talk about Y/N sexually. She was pretty innocent, to be frank.

Stan whistled, sending his friend a cautionary look. “Wow, don’t let her hear you say that. She’ll kick you in the nuts.”

“I’m just saying. Now leave me alone about Y/N because it’s never gonna happen,” he mumbled, grouchy once again. It was the one thing stopping him from finding Y/N right then and telling her how much he loved her and wanted her. It was the one thing stopping him from the dozens of times he was about to kiss her but caught himself.

Stan raised a brow, as Kyle smiled. Cartman was too angry after being put in his place to say anything. He just walked on ahead, which the trio was relieved to see. “I don’t know about that, Kenny.”

“You might actually have a chance with her.”

“Yeah, fucking right.”

“No! We’re serious! A girl doesn’t just let you hold her hand and sleep on your shoulder and tell you all her secrets if she’s not into you,” Kyle argued, bringing up points that Kenny completely passed off as normal between them. “She’s slept over your house in your bed before, and she always tells you to take off your hood, probably because she thinks you’re hot.”

Kenny smirked, finding the thought quite entertaining. What if she did think he was attractive? It was exciting to believe what they said was true. He shoved his hands into his pockets and chuckled. “Maybe you guys are right. I should give it a shot.”

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Kenny stood on my doorstep at one in the morning. Luckily, my brother was the one to answer the door. He played video games all night so he was always around to hear knocking. If he hadn’t got the door though, I don’t know what I would have done. My mom would have killed me knowing I had a boy showing up at the house so late.

My brother came upstairs and knocked on my door, forcing me to wake up. When I did, he quickly told me that Kenny was here, and he was waiting for me outside. The spike in my heart rate sent me into a flurry of throwing on my jacket and hat and rushing to the door to step into my boots.

Indeed, my best friend, also the love of my life, stood on the doorstep, eyeing the ground with a certain frustration in his blue eyes. I shut the door behind me as I stepped out, tugging my coat closer to my chest. I would have invited him in so we could be warm, but I couldn’t have my mom catching us somehow.

“Kenny, it’s one in the morning. What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, rushing closer to grab onto his hands, feeling that they were ice cold. “You’re freezing. Couldn’t you have waited until morning, you dumbass…” I was worried as I brought his hands up to my lips and blew hot air onto them in a desperate attempt to warm them.

He smiled down at, but I could see it was a bit forced. My stomach turned nervously. He never did this kind of thing so spontaneously without warning, and it was scaring me. What if he found out I loved him and wanted to break off what we had between us? What if he hated me and couldn’t stand the thought of waiting any longer to tell me?

I was terrified of what might happen.

“I have to tell you something,” he breathed, a puff of smoke coming from his lips. “And I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

“Kenny, I’m sure it’s not important enough to risk catching hypothermia!” I cried, lowering his hands from my lips and squeezing them in my own. He kept staring at me, looking right into my eyes. It was nerve-wracking. But he had this soothing smile on his lips, as if he were in a dream. It didn’t look forced anymore, thank god.

The words that left his lips next had me weak in the knees.

“Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

I whispered back, too shocked to say anything else, “What?”

“Please, tell me you love me back. Don’t leave me hanging like this,” he chuckled anxiously.

“I’m in love with you, Kenny,” I said. The words felt so weird leaving my mouth, but it also felt amazing. He loved me. I finally got what I was dreaming of for so long. The smile that spread across my face was one of pure joy. I couldn’t help but throw my arms around his neck and laugh against his shoulder. “Dammit, Kenny, do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

He buried his nose in my hair, fingers tangling themselves behind my head. “You make me so happy, Y/N.”

Maybe Cartman was onto something this whole time, that fat bastard.

#kenny mccormick #south park #sp #south park x reader #kenny x reader #south park kenny #cartman #kyle #stan

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akastacia · 6 years

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Día 7 - Sólo por él y para él (drabble) [English/Español]

ENGLISH UP

Day 7 – Free @kymanweek

Word Count: 687

Warnings: based on spookyfish ep, so the drabble is about evil!Kyle and evil!Eric.

Synopsis: Cartman celebrates his 13rd birthday and Kyle thinks about why he likes the fatass.

For the first day, I wanted to write an one-shot about Cartman’s b-day but I ended up writing something different because this idea didn’t match with the first prompt. Anyway~ I really had maaaany ideas for today but, as I wanted to write something related to another of my fics, I decided to use this idea for the seventh day.

Oh, and this doesn’t really have to do with “In a Mirror, Festively” but other fic of mine. But, of course, I got some inspiration from SleepyEule and SynapticFirefly headcanons (sorry, that fic is only in Spanish for the moment).

ESPAÑOL ABAJO

Día 7 – Día Libre

Palabras: 675

Advertencias: basado en el AU spookyverse, así que estas versiones son evil!Kyle y evil!Eric.

Sinopsis: Cartman celebra su cumpleaños nº 13 y Kyle se pone a pensar sobre porqué le gusta el culón.

Para el 1 de julio, tenía ganas de escribir algo por el cumpleaños de Eric, pero me salió otra cosa y la idea esta no podía usarla para el prompt de ese día. Pues bueno~ tenía muuuuchas ideas para escribir hoy, pero como tengo hace días ganas de seguir escribiendo mi otro fic, terminé decantándome por esto.

Esto se puede leer por separado, pero también como un recuerdo dentro de “Harmonía Ilusioria”.

También lo pueden leer en [wattpad]

Y si quieren leer todos mis aportes: [De Culones Racistas y Judíos de Jersey]

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Day 7 / Free – Because of him and only for him.

Eric Cartman.

Eric Cartman was the most stupid kid in South Park. That was something that everybody knew and, for that reason, all in town usually mocked at him.

Helping others? Thinking about their well-being without receiving anything in exchange? Bullshit! In that full of violence world, if you took care about others, you signed your own death sentence. And that way, people like Eric Cartman didn’t usually survive their first living years.

Stalked, kidnapped, hunted…

Sometimes, there was that kind of news about people like Eric due to the fact that their arrest or their death were of general interest.

But there were also lots of urban legends about them since, in a violent and bloodthirsty society, honest and kind people weren’t just considered scums that couldn’t protect themselves, they were also a part of that list of abominable creatures that nobody wanted to find when turning their head in the middle of a dark night. Receiving a sneaky stab from your best friend was less scary than finding somebody who truly wanted to give you a hand…

So, why that fatass was laughing and smiling a lot in his 13rd birthday celebration? There were just 4 people at that party, one cake and nothing kind of violent activity… Kenny and Stan could try to kill each other or something to add some fun, right?…… Nah. With Wendy there, Stan wasn’t going to do a shit… Seriously, what the hell was doing Wendy there?!

Seriously, for Kyle Broflovski’s mind was easier to understand why Eric could have reach that age successfully than why he was so fucking happy. Besides, Kyle was busier, sitting there and hating everything since he couldn’t put that stupid birthday hat properly because of his stupid jewfro. Agh, fuck that hat! They were too old for that crap!

But, to be honest, he didn’t care about the reason of that happiness. Eric was stupid, right? And many of the things Eric did or said were strange and couldn’t be understand by normal people.

People like Cartman were really scarce and their childhoods were usually more than horrible. Most of them died at the hands of their own parents at the very moment they became aware of their child ‘condition’. And those kids who had parents that had decided love them no matter what didn’t usually find the same benevolence from school mates. Or teachers…

For that reason, their kindergarten teacher had tried to kill him, to the point of setting on fire the whole building with all of them inside. She hated Eric because she was scared of him. Of his joy. Of his big smile. And of his pure wishes of helping others.

And many people in town were scared too. Many of them were always insulting him, repudiating him… and, sometimes, somebody tried to kill him.

Ah… Kyle still remembered that time when that idiot from sixth grade had thought that throwing Cartman on that dimensional portal was going to be so funny… Ah… well, Stan and he had had a lot of fun killing that idiot.

“Kahl. Do you need some help with your hat?”, asked Eric before walking closer to him.

Kyle should do the same. He should be scared of him. Hate him. Repudiate him. Kill him…

But nothing of that would happen. Because that smile and those pure wishes had to be for him. All for him. That was one of the first thoughts that Kyle had about Eric. And, in the following years, that had got strength and intensity to the point of falling in love.

Yes. Kyle Broflovski loved the most stupid kid in South Park. His kindness and shyness. His happiness and his pure heart. His…

“Happy birthday, fatass.” Kyle said taking advantage of Eric’s closeness to steal him a kiss. Now his boyfriend’s face was completely reddened. And his smile was much more beautiful. If Eric was happy, Kyle didn’t care about understanding why he was smiling before. But it was better when he knew that Eric was smiling because of him and only for him.

Adorable.

Eric Cartman was just adorable.

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The evil Kyle is evil but he can’t help to himself and don’t act a bit silly when something has to do with Eric www. And he don’t understand why birthdays are funny since, in my spookyverse HC, they aren’t funny without some violent stuff. But, anyways, Kyle doesn’t care if he doesn’t understand, he only wants Eric to be happy (he is smart as the good Kyle but he lives in a society that considers Eric a bad thing; like we consider murderers in ours).

Anyways~ yeah, in my opinion: in the spookyverse, good people aren’t just hated but they are people to be afraid of.

Ah, it doesn’t say it in the drabble but evil Wendy has some kind of friendship with evil Eric. (tbh, many people likes evil Cartman and Kyle hate that fact www)

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ESPAÑOL

Día 7 / Día Libre – Sólo por él y para él

Eric Cartman.

Eric Cartman era el niño más estúpido de South Park. Eso todos los sabían y, por eso, todos se reían de él.

¿Ayudar a otros? ¿Velar por su bienestar sin esperar nada a cambio? ¡Estupideces! En ese mundo, donde la violencia era moneda corriente, preocuparse por el prójimo era sentencia de muerte. Y, por esa razón, la gente como Eric Cartman usualmente no sobrevivía a sus primeros años de vida.

Acechados, secuestrados, cazados…

Cada tanto había noticias así respecto a la gente como Eric; pues la aprensión o muerte de alguien con Eric era motivo de interés general.

Pero también había leyendas urbanas sobre ellos, puesto que –para esa sociedad violenta y sanguinaria– las personas bondadosas y honestas no sólo eran consideradas simples escorias que no podían luchar, sino que eran parte de ese catálogo de criaturas abominables que, en una noche oscura, jamás te querrías encontrar al voltear. Una puñalada trapera por parte de tu mejor amigo era mucho menos espeluznante que alguien servicial, dispuesto a darte indicaciones correctas…

Entonces, ¿por qué aquel culón estaba celebrando su cumpleaños número 13 con tanta alegría mientras reía? Allí sólo había 4 invitados, un pastel y ningún tipo de actividad violenta… Kenny y Stan podrían intentar matarse o algo para aportar algo de diversión, ¿verdad?…… Nah. Estando Wendy allí, Stan no haría una mierda… En serio, ¿¿por qué carajos estaba Wendy allí??

En serio, a la mente de Kyle Broflovski le era más fácil comprender la causa de por qué Eric había logrado llegar exitosamente a esa edad, que el motivo de su inmensa felicidad actual. Además, estaba más ocupado sentado y odiando todo porque no se podía colocar el estúpido sombrero de cumpleaños por culpa de su estúpido afro judío. ¡Agh, al carajo con el sombrero! ¡Ya estaban muy grandes para esas mierdas!

Aunque tampoco le importaba realmente comprender ni saber el motivo de su felicidad. Eric Cartman era estúpido, ¿verdad? Y muchas de las cosas que hacía o decía, iban más allá del entendimiento de la gente promedio.

Las personas como Cartman eran realmente escasas y sus infancias solían ser más que terribles. Muchos morían en las manos de sus propios padres, una vez estos comenzaban a ser conscientes de su ‘condición’. Los que no, porque tenían progenitores que habían aprendido a amarlos sin importar qué, no solían encontrar el mismo tipo de comprensión de sus compañeros de colegio. O de los propios profesores…

Por algo, la maestra de preescolar había tratado de matarlo, llegando al punto de incendiar el edificio con todos adentro. Ella odiaba a Eric, porque le tenía miedo. A su alegría. A su gran sonrisa. Y a sus deseos tan puros por ayudar a otros.

Y, de hecho, muchos lo hacían en el pueblo. La mayoría siempre estaba insultándolo y repudiándolo… y, cada tanto, alguien intentaba asesinarlo.

Ah… Kyle aún recordaba la vez que aquel idiota de sexto grado había creído que sería muy divertido el arrojar a Cartman por aquel portal dimensional… Ah… bueno, Stan y él se habían divertido bastante matando a ese idiota.

—Kahl. ¿N-necesitas ayudar con tu gorro? —preguntó Eric antes de acercarse a él.

Kyle debería hacer lo mismo. También debería temerle. Odiarlo. Repudiarlo. Matarlo…

Pero eso no sucedería. Porque esa alegría, esa sonrisa y esos deseos tan puros debían ser suyos. Y sólo suyos. Aquel fue uno de los primeros pensamientos que tuvo hacia Eric y, con los años, había cobrado tanta fuerza e intensidad que se había enamorado.

Sí. Kyle Broflovski amaba al niño más estúpido de South Park. Por su amabilidad y timidez. Por su alegría y su buen corazón. Por su…

—Feliz cumpleaños, culón. —dijo el judío, aprovechando la proximidad del otro para robarle un beso.

Ahora su novio tenía la cara completamente roja. Aparte de una sonrisa aún más hermosa. Daba lo mismo el por qué estuviera sonriendo antes mientras fuera feliz. Pero era mejor saber que ahora sonreía sólo por él y para él.

Adorable.

Eric Cartman era simplemente adorable.

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El Kyle malvado es malvado, pero no puede evitar ponerse pendejo por su culón :’v Y no entiende por qué un cumpleaños es gran cosa para estar feliz porque en mi HC los cumpleaños no son realmente divertidos en el spookyverse si no tienen algo de violencia (?). Pero, a fin de cuentas, no le importa entender, sólo saber que Eric es feliz. (no es que no lo intente, no puede entenderlo xD es inteligente como el otro Kyle pero consideren en qué tipo de sociedad vive; Eric representa todo lo malo en la nuestra, so~)

Como dije antes, esto puede tomarse como un recuerdo dentro de “Harmonía Ilusioria”. Y sí, para mí, la gente buena en el universo malvado: más que simplemente odiada, es algo a lo que se le debe temer.

Ah, y no lo digo en el drabble pero evil Wendy tiene una especie de amistad con evil Eric. (tbh, evil Eric le agrada a mucha gente y eso le caga a evil Kyle pffff)

#kyman #kymanweek #kyman week #De Culones Racistas y Judíos de Jersey Kyman Week 2018 #Mis Weeks de South Park #sp kyman

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gayedmundo · 7 years

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Skamily Love!!!!

I adore my friends so much and wanted to take some time telling my friends what I love about them and make them feel good <3 I’m so so sorry if I don’t include you, there are so many people in the skamily that later down the line I might make a part 2 :)

Esther @diablou !!!!! Ahhhhhh I’m gonna have to start it all out with you because you truly have become one of my best friends on here. Obviously I love all of my billuminati and I’m really glad we are both insomniacs so we got the chance to talk about our gay asses while we stayed up way too late and that I got to introduce you to tfc. I’m glad you learned that you don’t need to be intimidated by me because I’m just a loser who is on a lot because I hate no life :) But seriously, I love you and am so glad we got to know each other.

Mariah @bethxchilds The next billuminati member that might have been one of my first real friends in the discord chat. Nothing quite as bonding as just talking about how bi we are and running with it. I was able to dm you whenever I got frustrated about things and can always rely on you to have dumb meme humor like mine. <3

Sarina @sunflowervilde I’m not exaggerating when I say you might be the absolute sweetest person in the chat. Like you are a sunshine and even though I call you an “unofficial member” of the billuminati we all know you are billuminati, possibly the strongest of them all. *X-Files Theme Plays* I hope you start getting some sleep soon though because while I love getting to talk to you at all hours you need more sleep, love. Also is there anything more iconic than your Skamily Discord Memes? No. There isn’t.

Alyssa @thelordvoldemort Mum!!!!! My actual mum who I adore very very much!!!!! Where do I start? You are somehow both one of the kindest people I know and one of the best bitches at the same time?? Like you tell it how it is but will also comfort the hell out of us if we are even a little sad and I adore you for it. I’m so glad you are my Mum even if I am one out of 37 (even though there will probably be about 5 more by the time I post this) I’ll happily be your Katie Bug!!

Edy @lesbovilde ahhhh you are probably my oldest friend on discord and the longest lasting. I feel like I haven’t gotten to see you as much lately (but maybe it’s my imagination) which sucks BUT that doesn’t mean you aren’t still one of the ones I love The Most. We have practically the same humor and I am always very happy to see you online!!!! Basically I love u, u butt <3

Mikki @skamfairy mY Daughter!!!!!!!!! I’m so proud of everything you do!!! I don’t care that you are like 3 years older, you are my daughter whom I love. But seriously, you are a little rainbow that is purer than most and I adore having you around. Also your voice is literally adorable and I don’t think it is possible for me to listen to it without smiling. I’m really glad we get to know each other even if we live on opposite sides of the world <3

Kahled, you don’t have a tumblr but I needed to add you anyway. Honestly nothing bonds me to a person more than ranting about tv shows with someone so although I always loved you, that night where we just ranted about all of our fave shows really Bonded Us officially. I’m really glad you share my love for Mickey Milkovich and Jesse Pinkman and hope we get to continue watching shameless soon. You are a really fun person to talk to and be around and I’m just so happy you are my friend :)

Juana @jua-blackurt Love!!!!! Juana you are legit fabulous and so easy to talk to and can make me laugh till my sides hurt. Whether we are talking dumb or inappropriate shit on voice chat or streaming degrassi and shameless all hours of the night we are always having a bomb time together and I love you for it. You have an adorable personality and tbh ur hot which is a side note but it’s true. Basically I adore everything about you and theres never a dull moment when we are talking, whether it’s dildos or kinks, we keep things wild.

Ces @lazyskam my gay pal. I mean to be fair all of us are gay BUT my first thought when I think gay is usually u which,if you know me, is high praise. I love my gays. We have gotten a lot closer lately which is bomb af because I really love talking to you. I’m sorry for having a sex dream about ur family friend though srry bout that. BUT you are so fabulous keep being you and I hope we keep growing our friendship because you are an icon.

Georgie @ravenreayes ah,,, the local salt queen. Georgie you are honest to god so funny and bitter and I love it. TBH I was a little bit intimidated by you when you first joined and I’m not sure why BUT luckily I don’t feel that anymore and know you are just a hilarious shitposting dork like the rest of us. I love you even though you hate everything (don’t argue it, we all know it’s true) and hope we keep on being friends for awhile <3

Addy @lunardodie ah the chaotic good mod of the chat. Addy you are wild and I love every moment of it. You are lovely and hilarious and I am really happy we are on the chat together. There’s probably too many good addy stories to count but I’m writing this at 2 am and can’t think right now but you’ll have to trust me when I say I think ur wild. I mean ur chaos for a reason. BUT you are also sweet and fun to talk to and I am really happy that we have gotten to know each other since the first day the chat was born <3

C @nooradeservedbetter ah my 1d pal. I was glad to find someone else on the chat who was 1d/Larry garbage and more than that I’m glad it’s you. You are a sweetheart and I can’t tell you how much it meant to me when I was in a bad mood and you just made me a shitty rainbow cool person award. I know it was a small thing but I do think about it a lot. Love ya <3

OK!! That’s everyone I’m gonna do in this post but I will most definitely make a part 2 because there are so many lovely people in this chat. I love you all so much. <3

#skamily #skamily discord chat #diablou #bethxchilds #sunflowervilde #thelordvoldemort #lesbovilde #skamfairy #jua-blackurt #lazyskam #ravenreayes #lunardodie #nooradeservedbetter

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married-world-blog · 5 years

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Patience

Thank you very much to each and everyone of you for your love and support. Please keep reading, and keep interacting with my posts. I see all your posts. They all move me. Thank you. Please note that I post everyday except Sundays. I post by 10am. I hope you enjoy today’s reading too.

I came back from school early today. My last lecture ended at 11H00 so I drove straight home. I wasted a good two hours on YouTube and Instagram. Then I got dinner started so that I could dedicate the late afternoon and evening studying and doing tutorials and assignments. While I cook, I watch Isibaya on catch up. It reminds me of home in a weird way. I miss the simple life. Even this marriage thing with Nathi would be a lot easier if we were back home.

There is this love journey series that the girls in my lecture were going on about today. I guess, I can catch an episode or two while I wait for dinner to cook to a completion. These stories are very sweet and sincere. And it really is beautiful what Mpoomy and Brenden Ledwaba are doing. When love has worked out for the better for you, it is beautiful to share with the world that love is not lost at all. Those of you who still have the chance and the choice should definitely fight for love: it is the closest thing we all have to magic… and it is the one thing that the whole world has in common.

My pots are done.

I have a 30 minute session in my gym and then take a shower. I walk out of the bathroom naked, unaware that Nathi is back home. But what is he doing in my room. I scream when I see him see me naked. He leaves the room immediately. I am so uncomfortable. I do not even know if I will be able to ever look at him again. I get dressed and decide to let him dish for himself and dine alone. I pull out a laptop and spread all my exam pads and textbooks across the bed. I start working.

***knock on the door***

It is him. I know it is him. He is the only one that I live with in this house anyway. He opens the door without me even saying come in. He stands at the door.

“I am sorry about…” he cannot finish his sentence.

“It is okay. We can forget it ever happened”, I say.

“For what it’s worth, you have a beautiful temple”, he says. I shall not dignify that with an answer.

“I thought I would go and pour you some petrol… fill up your tank perhaps”, he says. Yes, he does do nice things like that for me. He understands that I don’t work. I have zero funds next to my name.

“Thanks. The key is in the TV room”, I say.

“I was hoping that maybe we could drive there together”, he says.

“I am working Nathi, maybe next time”, I tell him. He nods his head and closes the door, leaving me in my room.

I push my work as much and as far as possible. I did not even hear him come back.

…

I am woken up by the smell of pancakes. I wake up, cover myself in a robe, and follow the smell of pancakes to my kitchen. Nathi is making us breakfast. Lovely. I smile.

“You have a beautiful smile, you know that?” he tells me.

“Ngiyabonga”, I reply.

“Sawubona Mageba”, he greets me.

“Sawubona. Ukahle?” Me.

“Yebo. What’s your day looking like today? I know you don’t have class on Tuesdays”, he says.

“I was just planning on studying really, nothing special.” My response.

“Can I take you out?” He asks. I look at him.

“Do you have a crush on me husband?” I coy around with him. He laughs.

“We are going out as friends. We are friends right wifey?” He reaffirms my position in his life. I smile and nod.

…

I am done bathing. This is my first time going anywhere nice with my husband so I dress up. I wear blue jeans (safest bet when you don’t know where you are going), a black simple Cotton On t-shirt, and black block heels. I tie up my thin twist braids into a high ponytail. I do my make-up; simple but elegant and slightly playful. I have played around with the natural look and a hint of pink, and added red Revlon gloss as opposed to lipstick. I don’t have a wedding ring neither does he have a wedding band so my hands are accessorised by a dress ring and a wrist watch. I finish off my look with Truworths diamante studs.

I walk out of the bedroom and find him downing whiskey. He stares at me. I knew I would have this effect on him. He looks handsome too. Nkosinathi is a fine breed of Pallance Dladla and Siyabonga Twala: very handsome, very stern, not approachable, and very Zulu. He is always dressed in Nike tracksuits. But today, he is wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans, with trainers. I think he is far more rural than I am.

He hugs me for the first time – EVER! It feels nice.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“A friend and colleague of mine in Sunninghill is hosting a few of us. I thought I’d bring my wife for a change”, he says.

“Thank you. That is very thoughtful of you”, I tell him.

We use his black E-Class Mercedes Benz.

…

His friends are typical Joburg people: loud and inappropriate. They call it being chilled, I call it not knowing your place. I have been called “Sweetheart” by at least three men that I do not know. And two men called me “Babe” in front of Nkosinathi. He did not seem to have an issue with that. I wonder if he calls other people’s wives ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’. I make my way to the kitchen where I find five women sitting together. I am the only one wearing heels.

“Wine?” One woman offers me while the rest stare at me like I am some alien carrying a disease from space. I have never really had alcohol before. I am not sure if this is a good place for it to be my first time.

“Just water, please”, I respond with a smile on my face. She turns around and pulls out a bottle of still water from her fridge. She walks up to me and hands me the bottle.

“You must be Thandeka, Nkosinathi’s wife”, she says. I smile.

“I am Khosi, Tshepo’s wife”, she introduces herself. Tshepo is one of the men who called me Sweetheart.

“Lovely meeting you Khosi”, I say.

“Please, join us”, Khosi says.

I follow her to the kitchen where everyone else is sitting. Khosi introduces me to the other four women: Naomi, Mpho, Lungi, and Khensani. Khensani is the most cold towards me. She excuses herself from the room and heads in a direction neither the men nor us are sitting. I decide to follow her. She does not see me follow her. I told the other women that I am headed to the toilet.

I stand at the door of the room she is in. My intention was to ask her if we have perhaps met before for her to not like me already. It is a bit rude and arrogant to just not like someone after meeting them only once. Or is this the rural girl in me brewing unnecessarily.

“Pay-Pay, she is so beautiful friend”, Khensani says.

“Friend, is she prettier than me?” Pay-Pay responds. She is on speaker.

“Chomi, nkari keEva Longoria motho ole. She has the most beautiful skin I have ever seen. Nkari uhlapa ka lebisi. She almost looks coloured my friend. Her body… yho yho yho… ke lepakistan chomi yaka… fit I tell you and curved in all the right places. Friend, she is beautiful. Nathi has a gorgeous wife. He is not leaving Miss Exotic and Gorgeous for your basic ass. She may be a plaas jappie, but she looks nothing like one”, Khensani says. I don’t know what she was saying half of the time, but I heard her say that I am beautiful.

“Friend, I am on my way”, Pay-Pay says. This must be Patience. I recognise the voice. “Come get your man girl. Extra measures must be taken with this one”, Khensani encourages her. I walk back to the kitchen. Nathi and Tshepo walk in. Khensani walks in too.

“I thought I’d come and check if you are treating my beautiful wife okay”, Nathi says. He doesn’t touch me or anything, just nice words as per usual.

“She is very quiet. But I hope she is enjoying our company”, Khosi says.

“I am just feeling a bit tired. I was thinking maybe I should uber home and not spoil the party”, I say.

No one trained me for this part of my marriage where I will be confronted by Pay-Pay because of my husband.

“Did we do something to offend you?” Naomi asks.

“No not at all. I am just not up to this vibe”, I say. Everyone looks at me as if I have offended them. I really just want to sprint out of here before she who is on her way gets here. “T, what’s going on?” Nathi, equally confused.

“We will talk later when you get home okay? Just enjoy the party for now.” I say. As I walk out, a woman walks in looking like a prostitute. She has red hair, is darker than dark, and is wearing a black short and tight dress with hooker heels.

“Dumelang ba le lapa”, she yells. Everyone looks at me. It is now connecting in their heads why I have been in such a rush to leave. I feel so embarrassed and at the same time, so cornered.

“Nisaleni kahle. It was lovely meeting you all”, I say.

I attempt to walk out and Pay-Pay stops me. “Dumela Mrs Buthelezi”, she says to me. I feel so small. I look at Nathi. He is upset. He walks towards us and holds my lower back, leading me outside.

“Nkosinathi, you going to act like you don’t know who I am now?” Pay-Pay challenges Nathi. I cannot believe Nkosinathi ejaculates on that thing every day.

“Patience, you are drunk, go home”, Nathi says.

“But Nathi you are my home. Thandeka is an arrangement – you said so yourself. I am the one that you love”, she says.

As true as that is, it still hurts to hear… especially from Patience.

“It’s okay, you can stay. Be with her and make sure she gets home safely. I will be okay”, I tell Nathi. “I am going home with you”, he says.

“Nathi, this woman is in your life. And now you are forcing her into mine and I would rather not have her in my life. I enjoy my peace. If you no longer want her in your life, then end things with her. But don’t treat her this way in a room full of people when you are the one who brought her into everyone’s lives. Deal with the mess that you have created”, I say.

With this, I walk out and not look back at all.

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