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sansxfuckyou · 8 months

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Compact Confessional

Summary: Mysterion is holding something from the rest of the Freedom Pals. They should respect his privacy, they really should- but they only take it as a challenge.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, privacy breach, betrayal of trust, swearing, feral behavior (in Kite), the authors attempt at humor, heavy guilt, interrogation, it gets worse but then it gets better guys, I promise

Authors Note: hurgh K2, with the additional flavor of kitesterion because I went batshit over the AU to an insane degree. I have no clue when the Ao3 port is dropping. Sorry if some of the colored text, isnt colored. And fair warning, this badboy levels around 10K words, tumblr starts to lag around 7.5K for anyone curious. it is almost 3 AM (do artists ever stay up insanely late to finish big projects and get so sleepy they forget the hotkey for the eraser tool? I wouldn't know, but somewhere along the line I kept trying to write segue way with a Q because I was fucking disoriented) I need to go to sleep right the fuck now

Mysterion is keeping something from the Freedom Pals, he's keeping something from all of them. Maybe if he was willing to talk about it with someone everyone wouldn't find it so intriguing. Maybe then everyone wouldn't want to know what it is that's so fucking important that no one is allowed to know about it.

Super Craig tries to act like it's nothing super big, aware that if everybody paid no mind to it that it might come out faster. Tupperware followed suite with the idea, Wonder Tweek tagging in as well. Other members of their franchise were a lot less… subtle, about their interest in Mysterions secret, whatever it is. The Coon is practically begging him every single day to tell him what it is, Call Girl even joins in. Toolshed is pretty sure the both of them are just making things worse it they want Mysterion to come clean.

Human Kite is the only one that refuses to meddle at all, even Doctor Timothy has tried getting a peek in Mysterions mind. The alien is the only one that sits there and listens to him bitch about how annoying they are. The only one that pauses to look and listen and take in every visual and audible cue because that's what he's known to do since he first landed way back when. It tells him a lot about his teammates if nothing else.

Still.

Mysterion- no, Kenny McCormick is hiding something from his friends. And given the fact that it's barely coming out even when he's in a state of delirium or terribly wounded, it must be something big.

It's starting to piss off Kyle a little bit.

-/-/-/-

"Thanks for letting me hang out for a bit man," Kenny said as he pulled on his orange parka. He opted to leave his bleached cargo shorts and purple everything else in a pile on Kyles bedroom floor. It was easy to do that when the alien offered to wash them, "Chilling with Cartman all the time definitely does not do wonders for ones mental health."

Kyle gives a laugh, the kind that leaves teeth too sharp on full display. "Totally, I swear to fuck that asshole needs therapy," He stills his tail from wagging like he's a little kid, except, when he was a little kid he tied his tail up so it wouldn't be exposed in an all too human world. An extremely uncaring world for anything different then what they know as normalcy.

"He needs so much therapy," Kenny answered with, "See you tomorrow?"

"On our patrol, I'll make sure your suit is washed," Kyle said, throwing an arm to the side, an invitation for a hug. He wouldn't be sad if Kenny didn't take it, but he still can't help the way his heart skips several beats when he gets one. An anchoring tightness enveloping him, squeezing a comfortable amount on his rib cage that would hurt if he was human.

"Thanks Kyle," Kenny said quietly, head propped near Kyles shoulder but not quite tall enough to rest it on top. He pushes himself on his tippy toes to press the top of his head to the bottom of Kyles chin. He takes a dramatic step back and maybe Kyles tail is swaying a little bit with a silky soft comfort residing on his skin. He clasps his hands together, "Tomorrow."

"Yeah man, see you then," Kyle said, the instant he realized his tail was doing the thing he stilled it entirely. He felt a slight singe of cyan embarrassment. Stupid alien anatomy. Giving away how he feels.

Kenny pivots on his heel and gives a wave, "See ya man!" His steps are light and Kyle is watching with maybe a little bit too much intent.

He has zero legal rights to do so, but emotional and psychological rights? He has plenty. The first one being that he might've imprinted on Kenny the second his family landed on earth. He might've latched onto both Mysterion and Kenny like an orphan duckling in his childhood era of existing- so much so that he couldn't help the absolute giddiness when he learned they were the same. Maybe he got a little bit too attached to Kenny compared to everyone else in a human sense. But in an alien sense, in his instinctual sense, he was the perfect amount of attached considering how he thought of Kenny.

The second reason he stared was because Kenny had an undeniably amazing ass. That wasn't just personal opinion either, they held a vote after a particularly odd argument in the Freedom Pals lair. Kenny won by an absolute fucking landslide in the votes and voter fraud having taken place can't be confirmed or denied by anyone.

Except for Doctor Timothy of course.

And if there is a god, Kyle is praying everyday that the human one makes sure that Doctor Timothy doesn't look into the legitimacy of the votes.

Kyle barely drags himself back from his thoughts, he's been told he can get lost in them sometimes. His tail is wagging again, the multicolored diamond-like frills undulate a little bit. He swings the front door shut reluctantly when he can't see Kenny anymore. He tugs off his gloves and tosses them in a pile alongside his hat, letting the splotchy cyan coloration of his skin show. He makes his way up to his bedroom, but he finds his impossibly human little brother standing in his doorway.

"Ike, get out of the way," Kyle said sternly, giving a bit of a growl under his voice. His adoptive brother just quirks a brow in that annoying manner he learned from the humans.

Ike clears his throat, "No."

"Well why not?" Kyle questioned, growl snuffed and replaced with something louder and more resonant, it vibrated in his brothers flesh. It was something that Ike long since lost the ability to be intimidated by.

"When are you gonna stop inviting over your little posse of partners eh?" Ike asked, crossing one arm over the other. His tone was nothing but accusatory, Kyle saw through it.

"Are you jealous?" Came Kyles instant reaction.

"No," Ike responded with far too fast to be true.

"I'll play some video games with you on Thursday," Kyle offered.

Ike moved out of the way, "Enjoy wallowing in your disgusting room bud."

Kyle ignored him with nothing more than an eye roll, he made a point of slamming his door shut. He kicked aside a small heap of whatever, a mix of something or other he'd been intending to clean up. He gently picks up a small stack of comics Kenny had lent him and places them on his desk. Right beside the Mysterion charm. And the Mysterion action figure. And the other pieces of shitty Mysterion merchandise he had bought.

Okay, yeah, maybe he had a little bit too much Mysterion merchandise. He was just trying to put some extra cash into Kenny's pocket for when money is tight around the house. He just wanted to make sure his best friend was living a decent life, it wouldn't be enough to give him the life Kyle knew Kenny deserved, but it would help.

He takes hold of Kennys outfit and empties the contents of the pockets into a small bin. Loose change, granola bar wrappers, pocket knife, lock pick, the usual stuff he carried around for hero duties and then some. Kyle shakes the hood loose of any twigs or leaves and something large enough to clatter as it hits the metal netting of the bin falls out. His pointed ear gives a flick at the noise, he's dropping to the ground and pulling it out in a second.

He's completely enveloped in the mystery of what was hidden in Kennys hood because A: fucking genius hiding spot, and B: this could be what Kenny was hiding. It could be exactly what Kenny was trying so hard to keep under the radar, what he successfully kept hidden from everyone's prying eyes.

He came up with a tape, jet black, scratched plastic and a cracked see through window bit. There are silver markings across the black, seemingly unpredictable and laid out with either sharpie ink or a paint pen. The paper label is coffee stained and reads the date, recorded last month (why it's still on Kennys person is odd). The log number is left blank, presumably stated in the recording.

It was a jackpot and somewhere in the back of Kyles mind he knew he should ignore it. He knew this was shattering every rule in the book and that he'd be shattering his friendship with Kenny, Mysterion and Human Kite would probably stop being a dynamic duo at that.

But, he needed to know.

He absolutely fucking needed to know.

He wouldn't dare speak it too anyone ever, and he'd return it to the hood right afterwards. He wouldn't even tell Kenny that he listened to it, he'd just sleep at night knowing exactly what Kennys secret is. And that would be more than good enough for Kyle, he wouldn't need anything else.

He reaches blindly for his cassette player, the one he's held onto since he was young. One of his earliest earthly possessions, one he still cherished and used every day. He popped out the cassette already inside and gently placed the pilfered audio into it. He eagerly grabs his earbuds before pressing play.

Professor Chaos is pretty fucking sure doing this shit is helping out my mental state or whatever He doesn't know what he's dealing with He doesn't know that he's playing with fire trying to get me to spill my guts on his fancy therapy chair But, here I am, sitting on top of the police station fully decked out in my Mysterion persona just chatting it up with myself again

I already know exactly what the problem here is Chaos, the center of this massive shitfuck that even paid therapy couldn't fix!

I've probably said that a million times in every one of these stupid fucking recordings... shit I forgot to do that log date ha!

Ahem, log three, topic. Whatever comes out of my fucking mouth.

Kyle presses pause hesitantly.

Oh god.

This is an audio diary, just for spilling Kennys guts.

And he's listening to it.

He should stop. He really, truly, should.

But he doesn't.

Instead he presses play.

Where were we? Right, right, just saying whatever shit that comes to my mind . . . I'm pretty sure that Kyle thinks I can't see him stare at me whenever I fucking bend over or walk away I'm not complaining, I'm flattered really But jeez man just say it outright if you think I have a hot ass

The pause button is slammed this time.

Kyles face is burning up because Kenny knew apparently, he knew that Kyle stared at him at every chance he gets. He feels his stomach twist a bit because oh man, he got caught staring and Kenny didn't even mention. The usage of 'you' makes Kyle feel even more called out on the matter.

He could drop out now, maybe that's the secret, that Kenny knows he stares. He could sleep at night saying that's the thing he's keeping hidden.

I can't talk much if you put everything into consideration But still! Human Kite himself staring at my ass . . . That's fucking awesome if I'm being honest I would hope I'm being honest cause who else is gonna listen to the truth aside from this stupid tape

Like, I'm just doing whatever and I can feel it He is staring holes into me, somedays it's like he's hitting me with those fucking laser eyes! That'd be hilarious actually One second I'm loading a dishwasher and the next my ass is on fire because he couldn't help but stare The Coon would be laughing about that till he's dead

So would Toolshed

And Call Girl

And Mosquito

We'd all get a good laugh out of it

Except for Human Kite

I think he would die of embarrassment if he lit my ass on fire It'd be adorable Bright blue face, ears drooping the slightest bit, maybe his tail would do something I don't know He'd probably say sorry a lot All I know is that after I'm done putting out the fire I'd say "it's fine!" And then I'd think about how cute he looks for weeks on end

Fuck he's absolutely amazing in every sense of the word God, I'm supposed to use these to rant about my shitty family Not gush about my partner in heroics . Oh well

He's perfect! I swear on my mothers grave he is everything That grin he gets whenever he's about to blow someone sky high I can see almost all of his fangs when he does it, which are fucking scary by the way But I'll be damned if it isn't a little bit hot to think about He could kill me and I'll love him He could do absolutely anything to me and I'd still want him so fucking much

And!

And, and, and There's this little thing he does whenever he gets happy Where the weird bits on his tail like, shake? They move, his tail also wags But the frills don't move unless he's actually happy He can fake the wag but he can't fake the frills moving

It's so fucking cute and weird and different I love it

Anyways! This is South Parks number one worst superhero coming to you live from the top of the police station!

. . .

Shit I think someone heard me

Kyle is paralyzed as the tape ends, letting every single word soak into his brain. His tail is doing the thing, it's wagging. Every nerve in his body is alight and he feels his stomach twisting into knots. His claws are digging into the plastic of the tape player as he just stares. His eyes end up resting on his desk, his laptop, with all of his external attachments.

There's a rush to his movements as he grabs it and the oddest, most useless, thing he owns. A reverse recorder of sorts, a simple thing he crafted but never thought he'd have a chance to use. He flips open the top and jams the plug into it's socket before sliding the cassette as gently as possible into the gadget. He should not be doing this, he really shouldn't be doing this.

But he can't keep the cassette to keep hold of the audio, he needs too extract it if he ever wants to hear it again. Which is wrong, and bad, and he absolutely needs to stop but he isn't. He's clicking 'extract' and watching that loading bar fill up gratingly slow.

He places down his laptop gently and balls up the fabrics before leaving. There's a twist of wrong in his gut, but he ignores it as he swings open the washing machine door. He knows how fucking wretched this is, that he'll be absolutely ruined if anyone finds out. He won't be able to live down the shame of having anyone catch word that he knows the secret. That he knows what it is that's keeping Kenny wound up so tightly.

He'll just keep his mouth shut.

Real easy.

Real simple.

-/-/-/-

Kyle might be abusing the knowledge he garnered from the tape, maybe a little bit. He might be curling up next Kenny a little bit more than often, hunched under a flowing purple cape like a cougar despite the height difference. Just maybe he's resting his head atop Kenny's a little bit more than usual, purring a little bit louder whenever he comes into contact with Kenny.

He really doesn't care though, maybe there's a twisted sense of catharsis he gets from the knowledge that yes, it's reciprocated, despite doing nothing to change it. Being awkward homies acting like there's nothing going on below the surface is entirely acceptable and everything that he's wanted from Kenny the second his family landed. Definitely. Absolutely. He didn't imprint. He absolutely did not imprint. He killed off that instinct way back in fourth grade.

Right after he met Kenny.

One second too late. And he is one hundred percent sure everyone in his family can see it, even Ike! Except, the little shit will hold it over him if he gets a chance. Taunting and teasing that Kyle imprinted on his best friend instead of literally anyone else. Of course, the asshole knows better what with every member of his family sporting claws made to rend flesh.

"Kyle!"

The Broflovski perks up a bit at his name being called. Stan sits down across from him, sliding his safety glasses off as he does so.

"You good man?" Stan asked, Kyle nodded.

"I'm great, amazing even," Kyle said, he gestured vaguely as he spoke.

Stan stayed silent for a moment.

Kyle heaved a heavy sigh, "I think I fucked up the first day I landed."

"That was years ago, and just now it's affecting you?" Stan asked. He kicked up his feet to rest on the table.

"Yeah, and Kenny's sort of being an ass. He can trust us, he can trust us more than anyone else in this fucking town!" There's an exasperated exhale as he comes down from the near shout, "How come he's not telling us?"

Stan shrugged, "That's his business, if he doesn't want to tell us, just respect that."

"But-"

"Respect it," Stan pressed, "He might fess up to you first if you just give him time."

"I doubt it," Kyle muttered, barely loud enough for Stan to hear. His tail is snaking around his waist tightly. Tight enough he can feel it sting just a bit.

"Dude. Firstly, calm down," Stan said, Kyle glared at him. The ravenette simply gestured to the prehensile appendage squeezing the air from Kyle's lungs. He drops it, "Secondly, you're his best friend. If he's telling anyone it'll be you."

Kyle gave a hesitant nod, "Yeah, that makes sense."

Stan gave him a grin, comforting, grounding. He dropped down his feet and leaned over the table, holding out a hand. Kyle placed his atop Stan's, his hand was larger. Cyan tinted fingertips tapping along an open palm, "It's fine man, he'll tell us soon enough. It's not like he can keep a secret forever."

"No, you're right man. He can't keep a secret from us forever," Kyle said, a small grin on his face as Stan tightened his grip.

"Now stop stressing so much," Stan said, "Go get some calamari or whatever."

-/-/-/-

Kyle finds the next tape in a vent on top of Unplanned Parenthood while he's on a mission. He's quick to slide it into his pocket before Mysterion can notice. He can't just, jeopardize this discovery, he isn't even sure if he can call it a discovery if he's sure of what it is.

A shoulder collides with him and he stumbles just a bit. His arms are quick to push Mysterion right back up again. There's a crack down his lips and he looks to Kyle, "Get your head in the game, Kite!"

A blast of something or other comes straight at them and there's a brief second of hesitation before Mysterion is tossed out of the way and Kyle is ducking. The blonde is easily caught again and placed down, "Gladly," He takes Mysterion's hand, "Show me how?"

There's a smirk, bone chilling to many but it only makes Kyle's stomach flutter. Mysterion tightens his grip briefly, "Let's go then."

He's quick to launch Kyle forward with a running start, the alien tackling down whichever thug is on them now. Claws detract and tear through silver hued gloves as he snarls, easily dwarfing the goon. They're shaking as Kyle bares his fangs, tail thrashing about and body hunched in a predatory stance. Is he snarling? He is, he's proud of it too as he brings himself to be face to face.

He rears back on his knees, clawed hand raised and ready to slash. He goes to tear open their throat, but a grasp at the back of his collar prevents him. It short circuits him a little bit as the fabric of gloves press against cool skin.

"My friend here isn't exactly human," Mysterion said calmly as he released Kyle's costume. He stayed still and glanced up to Mysterion.

There's a shaky nod from the thug.

"Now, you have two options," Mysterion said. His tongue briefly slid between lips to capture the blood seeping from the crack. He circled around the dropped person a bit more, "Number one, you leave. You run to Canada, and never bother us again."

No response.

"Number two, Human Kite kills you. Right here," Mysterion snaps his fingers and as practiced Kyle gnashes his fangs with a growl, "Right now."

"I'll run! I'll leave!" The convict practically screamed.

"Fine, Kite?" Mysterion said. Claws come down atop the goons eye, deep enough to scar and maybe to go blind in one eye. Kyle stands up, red contrasting the cyan of his fingertips, he watches them run and revels in it.

Once they're far off, darting down staircases and running through the streets, does Mysterion take a seat. He drops down on the roof and Kyle takes a seat beside him, frilled tail wrapping around Mysterion's waist. A hand comes to push back the hood and he leans his head on Kyle's shoulder.

"Dude, being a hero is so sucky," Kenny said with a light laugh, "I just wanna get killed sometimes."

Kyle gives a hum.

"I just come back anyways, but we seriously haven't faced anyone actually dangerous in years," Kenny said, gesturing vaguely as he spoke to drive in the point.

"Definitely," Kyle said, Kenny dropped down onto his back. Kyle leans back to meet him in eye contact.

"I miss when this shit was fun," Kenny said, a sigh on his voice as he spoke.

"I think that most of us do," Kyle answered with. His tongue, forked, flickered out for a brief second.

"You're just like a snake man," Kenny said.

Cyan rose to Kyle's face, "The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Like, your tongue. It looks like a snakes, forked," Kenny said, he did the spock thing with his hands as if to display forked. He stuck out his tongue at the same time, "It's really fucking cool. You got some scales right? And those weird little ridges on your back? All of those are snake-y things, Kyle."

"Yeah, cause I'm a freakish little dude," Kyle said extravagantly, as if to make his point he gave a set jazz hands, gloves off to expose to smallest bit of cyan webbing. He sticks out his tongue between too sharp teeth, "Absolutely monstrous."

"I'd hardly say 'little' is the word for you, ya six foot monster," Kenny taunted back, "And I love ya for that man."

Kyle barely beats down the intensifying flush on his face, "Well, won't stop me from being at least a little bit snake like. It's more fun to be a weird creature than a human anyways," He drops down and nudges Kenny's shoulder with his head until he sits up and nudges off the silvery cape. A hand rests in a tangle of red curls for a brief moment before the alien curls around Kenny's back.

"You're also very... Cat. Very feline. Very not human," Kenny said, words teasing but loving nonetheless.

He rested his hand on top of Kyle's head, gently sifting through a sea of red. He leaned back on his friends torso a little bit as he brought a second hand to run through Kyle's hair. He shifted around a bit to rest almost on his knees, facing Kyle just a bit more. His side pressed to Kyle's lower rib cage, his hands didn't leave the redheads hair for a second. He slid down his friends face just a bit, callused thumbs briefly brushing over the ever sensitive auricle fins he had. Were they fins? Not quite, just cyan flares at the base of pointed ears.

He let his fingers scritch just past the back of Kyle's ears, resting atop the buzzed patch of hair. Olive green eyes fluttered shut as Kenny just rubbed right there, the sweet spot. He slumps into Kenny's hands, chin resting at the heel of his palm (he can't see the gentle smile on Kenny's face).

The blonde nearly explodes when Kyle starts to purr. It starts soft, but it slowly grows, shaking Kenny down to his core with his side pressed against Kyle's diaphragm. Or his lungs. Or his whatever it is that makes that wonderful rumbling sound giving Kenny enough serotonin to live forever. He already will, but this is making that eternity sound a lot more bearable. Then he hears a thudding- three, soft thumps before it resets and happens again. His tail is wagging, Kyle really likes being scratched behind the ears apparently.

Kenny's pretty sure he's falling asleep with the pads of his finger, despite being rough and scratchy, gently rubbing behind his ears. He lifts his fingers for a second too long and Kyle opens up his eyes, "Why'd you stop?" He sounds groggy and disappointed, he stops purring.

Kenny picks up the motions, "You were falling asleep," He tosses his cape over Kyle's form.

Kyle lazily blinks, one eye, then the other. He shrugs the best he can, "And?"

"Good point," Kenny said on a hum as he twirls a finger through curls, a light tug.

Kyle's tail starts to thud again and he's sure the afterglow of this will never fade.

-/-/-/-

Kyle's feeling a little bit guilty about tuning into this tape.

Not nearly enough to make him stop though.

He drops down on his bed comfortably, he doesn't even bother to put in his earbuds. His parents are out for the weekend, his brother is at Kenny's to hang out with Karen, presumably fishing. He knows that he's bound to get a call from Ike sometime in the night for a ride, for Ike, Karen, and maybe even Kenny if it's really rough. But, he'll have enough time to listen to the entirety of it.

He presses play.

I think shits getting worse I'm not using these things properly I should be using these for literally anything else! I could talk about how much I worry about my sister, or my money problems, or whatever!

But I'm still using these tapes for just a few little things

Mostly talking about Kite Not gonna use his actual name this time cause someone heard me last week I'm pretty sure I ran them out of town For good

Do I feel bad about that?

Absolutely not

Gotta protect a mans privacy, even if that means blood and intimidation Which uh, I swear it didn't involve blood This time at least

Now, log number... nine? I'm pretty sure this is number nine I would go back and check 'em all out again, but I lost one of them No clue where the little fucker went But it's gone

Kyle pauses the tape. There's missing ones- he needs to find it before Kenny does. He can just put it back later, like he'll do with this one after he's done thoroughly listening to it. He put back the last one, slid it back into the hidden pocket and acted like it never happened.

Of course, since then he's always checked the hidden pocket whenever he got a chance to do so. But, he's been unlucky in terms of finding any up until this one which leaves him with the idea that the rest have been planted around town. He shuts off his rampant train of thought- he is not going to try and sleuth out all of the tapes. He still has some respect for Kenny's privacy, he still has some intention to keep their friendship intact, and most importantly, he still has full intention of never acting on any of what he hears in said tapes.

That would give away that he's been listening to them, a risk he can't take. He clicks the button again.

Look, I always knew Kite was a weird one Everyone does The guys alien, so we cut him some slack on human things that go mostly unspoken

Conversational subtext, call frequency, having beer on ice- simple shit

And in turn, we also try to learn a bit about his species culture I don't even know if species is the right word Does that make me racist? Are aliens even a race to be racist against? Could I even discriminate if only... Three, exist on earth?

So many questions, so little time

Of course, there isn't exactly a lot about his kind I doubt there's a lot of his kind His mom keeps making quips about how all of them would come to earth if it was easier to integrate But honestly? If you just got rid of the alien extremities I would not be able to tell that Kite isn't human

Same with his parents The lot of them blend in perfectly Don't know why she stresses so much And even if they didn't, they have a human to vouch for them A bunch of humans actually

There's a brief pause where Kyle let's himself think about that for a moment. He's never had a chance to think about it before. He doesn't really dwell on it for longer than a minute, flipping himself onto his stomach. His tail lazily sways back and forth as he listens/

I think I got off point there

Allow me to relocate and get back to what I was supposed to be talking about

. . .

There is a fucking line, Kite! You stay on your side of the line! You can't just walk over to my side! Just waltz on over like you own the fucking place! And just, act like it's no big deal! You just sit down right next to me. Like. Right next to me, are thighs are fucking pressed against each other and you lean into me! You just, push your head up against my shoulder like a fucking cat until I give you attention

Which I always do I'm weak

And then you start purring, and your tail does a dumb little wag! And I'm sitting there, begging and pleading, that I don't do something dumb You're putty in my fucking hands Asking me to just shower you in attention! I do, I always do- I always sit there and give you attention

Whatever it is you want I'd give it to you I'd do it for you Anything, for you

The voice softens just a bit, lowering itself. He sounded so very, very mad. Not even mad, just agitated. His voice is heady, wrapped into the narrative he's spinning so accurately. Kyle feels his stomach flip at the words droning so deeply into his skull. The notions made his skin tingle, heart pulsating so very fast he wouldn't be shocked if it exploded all at once.

But no! I stay on my side of the line Like a good boy

Because I don't wanna freak him out Or scare him off

I feel like such a fucking perv And I am a bit pervy I am fully aware of the fact that I am known to stare if someone fine is walking by

But.

To stare at Kite? To want Kite?

It definitely caught me off guard

And he isn't human He doesn't get it I touch him I feel like I'm dirtying him Even if it's just a high five! I have too much on mind for this shit

I see that idiot and you know what I wanna to do?

Do you even wanna to know what I want do to him?

Kyle slams the pause button, he can feel his nerves shoot up in shock. His tail has went from lazily thumping back and forth to wagging like that of a dogs. The minute ridges on his back are shaking, just a bit. He may be mildly cold-blooded, but right now he really can't tell.

He looks down at his hands and they're entirely cyan, normally just a little bit at the tips. The hue shoots up his forearms. He can practically hear his heartbeat pounding in his chest, the sound bangs back and forth in his skull.

Oh.

Oh he's opened up a massive can of worms with this tape.

He keeps listening

I'd just

I would-

Fuck man I can't even say it out loud I don't know what I was thinking!

I'm sitting on top of city hall and I was about to go off about how I'd fuck him!

Could I even fuck him? Are the species compatible? Do aliens even have reproductive organs?

They must They totally do How else do they, how do they reproduce? Eggs?

. . . Nasty

But I would fucking worship him I would do whatever he asked me too Even if he's too unversed in human reproduction to ask me too fuck him up I'd still do what he asks me too

You wanna go out at that new pizza place that charges by the minute? Let's go darling

You wanna go check out the newest arcade cabinet? Baby, the cars already running

You want me to get your logo as a tramp stamp? I might not do that one actually . That's a lie I'd do anything for him

. . .

God, I'm such a mess I need real therapy

Kyle has long since buried his face in a pillow to muffle his screams (although they're closer to high pitched squeals) and cover his ears. He feels like he's running a fever, a really, really bad fever. Every square inch of his body is on fire and he can't care much that he's clawing into his pillow, downy soft feathers spilling from gouges.

He's drawing a blank.

A complete and utter blank.

He hears the click signalling it's over and he feels his stomach twist in regret.

It's a lot easier to hide that you know something if said something isn't... that, whole thing that just happened. His ears are ringing a little bit as the words ping around the sides of his head, like a game of Pong. The pillow is still keeping his face covered as he rolls onto his back, then his side, then his front, and his side again, knees pressed flush against the wall. Fuck, he feels like he's sixteen all over again, and that was just three years ago! He's too young to be having moments like this.

He mechanizes his breathing, eyes wide open as he stares at the darkness of the space themed pillow case in front of him. Sheer darkness with the occasional blip of a lighter hue. His tail is still thrashing, whipping back and forth madly, he's sure it would scuff the wall if it hit it.

He has to come down from his safe space eventually. Even if that safe space is merely a pillow pressed to his face.

He tosses aside the pillow and rolls onto his back and just stares at the ceiling.

His entire existence has officially been flipped on it's head.

He hears his cell phone ring and he reaches for it, answering before even checking whose calling. He gives a cracked, "Hello?"

"Dude are you good? You sound like you've just been crying," Came Kenny's voice, concern laid on thick.

Kyle nearly hangs upon the spot but instead he bites his tongue and doesn't say a word.

"Look man, dads being a bit of an ass, and Ike was wondering if you could come pick him up for the umpteenth time," Kenny said. He gave a hum, "Could Karen tag along?"

"Totally man," Kyle answered with as he sat up, trying so hard to still his tail. It swiped back and forth atop the blankets, he felt a little bit wrong about not telling Kenny what he knew right now. But, this is a bad time to do that, any Kyle can lie his way out of it again. He hesitates before adding, "You need an escape too?"

"It'd be nice, but you already sound tired. Did I catch you at a bad time? Were you perhaps 'jacking it', my fine, alien friend?" Kenny asked tauntingly, his smugness was palatable.

Kyle wished he could just say 'yeah' and move on instead of carefully think over his next words. Life would much simpler if his head didn't catch on the usage of 'fine' in referral to himself. His mouth felt dry but he choked out some words anyways. "Dude, what makes you think I even have a dick? I got that weird ass alien biology, don't I?""

There's a laugh on the other side, "Hey man, not all of my shots are gonna be spot on. But really, if you don't want me over I won't come," There's an tenderness to his voice and the contrast to the almost gritty and desperate tone he had on the tape gives Kyle whiplash.

"You can if you want too, but I'll probably pass out pretty fast," Kyle lied. He'd just lay in bed, wide awake, for potentially hours with Kenny on the floor beside him. That's how it usually went at least.

"Going full on feral like you did earlier takes a lot out of you, doesn't it?" Kenny asked.

Silence.

"Silent treatment, did I strike a nerve bud? Regardless, we'll be out front in ten," Kenny said, "I can make you some hot coco if you'd like."

"That'd be nice," Was Kyle's weak response.

-/-/-/-

The night was a lot more tense than either of them wanted it to be.

They usually shared a hug before actually getting into bed and trying to pass out. And if not that then Kyle would subtly demand some time to just, co-exist, in very close proximity to each other. In even more minimal situations, they would just share some words of 'love you bro' and call it a night.

None of that transpired.

"I can just go home man," Kenny offered at the break of two AM.

Kyle rolled over to the edge of his bed, leaning over it just a bit, "It's fine."

"Is something wrong? Cause like, you've just been acting... off, lately," Kenny said gently as he propped himself on his elbows, both resting on his pillow.

"Nothings wrong," Kyle said, he crossed his arms and rested his chin on them, "I am gonna ask my parents some questions when they get back."

"About what?" Kenny asked quietly, as though he were afraid of shattering the night if he spoke too loud. The navy walls cast deep blue across the room, reflecting the moonlight in a comfortable darkness.

Kyle stayed silent.

"Alien stuff?" Kenny asked.

Kyle nodded, "Yeah, alien stuff."

"Fun," Kenny answered with a scoff. He dropped back down again and turned to face Kyle, Kyle's bed frame at least, "But for real, you're just- somethings going on in your head. I can tell."

Kyle shrugged, "It's stupid."

"I won't judge man, you're my best friend," Kenny said. And he said it in such a way that for a brief second Kyle forgot about the tapes entirely.

"How are you supposed to talk to someone about something you don't want too?" Kyle asked, trying to withhold and give equal amounts of information.

Kenny paused, "Work out the words in your head. Practice once or twice, maybe even record it. Figure out what needs to be reworked. Write it out if you must- just get it out of your head."

Kyle nodded.

"Trust me man, the second it's out of your head and off your shoulders, life will be easier," Kenny explained reassuringly, "Even if it's only for a second or two."

"Thanks bro," Kyle said quietly.

"Least I can do," Kenny said.

There's a beat of hesitance, "Love you man."

"Love you too," And then Kenny turns away from him, tugging the blanket up to his shoulders.

-/-/-/-

Kyle's pretty sure that Kenny is onto him at this rate, but, he tries to ignore the terrible slithering sensation that he's been caught.

He just focuses on whatever comes next.

This time it's none other than The Coon himself deciding he needs to bring something up with Kyle. Silence drenches the room in the worst way possible as he sits across from the hybrid. Furred ears are swiveled to face Kyle and it makes him feel impossibly nervous, he knows that Cartman can hear his heartbeat. Can it hear pick up speed when Stan sits down beside him, even more so when Wendy joins.

And then Clyde, Timothy, Jimmy- all on one side of Cartman.

Tweek and Craig sit down on the side with Wendy and Stan, Scott as well.

"We know you figured it out, Kyle," Cartman said calmly, tone frigid in a way that makes Kyle feel paralyzed. The hybrid clasps his hands together in front of himself on the table.

"Figured what out?" Kyle snaps back with, trying his hardest to muster the usual snarkiness he has around Cartman. Bute he fails, miserably at that. He just sounds pathetic, grasping at straws if nothing else.

"Don't play dumb," Wendy said, she sounded sharp. She may be tough as nails, and normally Kyle respects that, admires it even, but when it's directed towards him? He gets why people run from Call Girl.

"Why in the cosmos should I tell the likes of you?" Kyle answered with, feebly trying to defend Kenny's privacy.

A privacy that he had already thoroughly breached and ravaged, alongside the unspoken trust they had. He had wrecked it, ruined it, destroyed it- but he could salvage it from the fact Kenny didn't know that Kyle knew.

"You can trust us, Kyle. We're your best friends," Clyde said. And he was right, he was so right.

Kyle's tail snaked itself around the chair leg, "Really guys, I don't know what you're talking about-"

"His secret, Kyle," Cartman said, "Tell us."

"I," He hesitated, "I can't."

"You've already fucked up your relationship with him enough, Kyle. I got Wendy to do a deep dive on your species, and of the few things she could find, she discovered this," Cartman said. He raised a folder, an awful beige and orange hue, and slid it over to Kyle.

The alien hesitantly took it. It was three pages thick, presumably doubled sided. He opened it and skimmed through the headings, he knew every single trait in and out. He paused at the highlighted one, "You're joking."

"This is serious man," Stan said, "We wouldn't just accuse you of imprinting of Kenny without any basis."

"That's stupid. He's my best friend. That's all, that's our dynamic- the kind of dynamic that rakes in loads of cash," Kyle defended with, hoping that pressing on Cartman's one pressure point would make him let up. He slammed the folder shut and slid it back, "Even if I did imprint on him, it would ruin the franchise and never be reciprocated."

"Then tell us what the secret is, you have nothing to lose, no? Just a friend, they come and go on earth," Cartman said. He was calling Kyle's bluff, did he even realize it? He probably did, or if he didn't, he'd snoop until he did.

"Ask Professor Chaos instead, he knows more," Kyle said, trying so, so hard to deflect. The tension pooling everywhere under his skin was agonizing. He needed an out so bad, he needed an escape so, so fucking bad.

Cartman scoffs, "Already done, he said he was sworn to some oath of secrecy, sent us to you."

Kyle stays silent, forcing eye contact with the sleaze in front of the him. The trash eater himself, scraping tactics from the bottom of the barrel.

"Just tell us, no harm will come from it," Cartman said sternly.

"It'll destroy my friendship with Kenny," Kyle snarled out.

"No new harm will come from it, we all know the damage has been done my friend, it's just yet to be discovered," Cartman said, words cutting into Kyle like a knife.

He bites his tongue, Cartman's right, "Give me a week to collect more information on the subject, then I'll report back with the news."

There's a smug and satisfied grin on Cartman's face as he leans back, "See? That wasn't so hard, was now?"

Kyle stands up and pushes away from the table, "I'm going."

"Don't forget about your patrol with Mysterion tomorrow evening, Kite!" Cartman calls out, head leaned back on his chairs backrest.

Kyle's tail is swaying angrily, "Fuck off."

His fangs are grinding against each other as he storms off, if it weren't for the fact he was in suit he would punt the closest chihuahua like a football. Or do something else just as dumb. Maybe kick a fire hydrant and hope it doesn't dent, or punch a tree. Something to make the tense feeling uncoil, to let himself just relax for one second.

He doesn't deserve that though.

He's been uprooting the very foundations of his friendship with Kenny, all because of some morbid curiosity. And Kenny doesn't even fucking know. Kyle is just getting away with it cause he's being awfully slick with how careful he is to put everything back exactly where he found it.

The worst part is how long it's taken for him to feel genuine guilt about it if nothing else. He's such a fucking snake, biting onto his relationship with Kenny and refusing to let go. Sinking fangs deeper and deeper, searching for more even though it's cannibalizing itself. And the first taste is all that it takes to get someone hooked, shame that the thing he got a taste of was metaphorical guts. Kenny just hasn't realized he's stuck in this ouroboros of a relationship.

Despite that, a really twisted and messed up part of him persists in wondering when he'll find the next tape.

-/-/-/-

He finds the next tape almost a week after the interrogation.

Although, we're using the term 'find' rather loosely here. Instead it sort of, fell directly into his lap. And despite knowing better and not wanting to go any further, he still held onto it and didn't let go.

"Thanks for washing my gear man," Kenny said as he stood at the door, Kyle held the bundle of purple fabrics in hand.

He gave a smile, as convincing as he could manage, "No problem man, least I can do."

"See ya tomorrow bro," Kenny said before pivoting on a heel to leave which struck Kyle as odd. The blonde usually loitered for a little bit, chatted casually about whatevers on his head. But none of that came today.

Still, Kyle closed the door and walked down to the luandry room before shaking out the purple. There was that clatter, plastic against unfinished flooring, it was just concrete at the moment. He tossed in the clothing and flipped on the spin cycle with a bit of lavender scented soap. He slid down the front of the washing machine and stared at the tape.

He shouldn't.

He really shouldn't.

He does.

He grips the tape and slams it into the player and hits the play button before he can further question his actions.

I know you're hearing this, Kyle I don't know how long you've been listening to my diary for But it's you It has to be you

Kyle swears his heart stops dead in its tracks. He barely registers that the grit Kenny forces when he's acting out Mysterion has disappeared. That this is just Kenny now.

Who else would be messing with my tapes They're never just right when you put them back You leave scuff marks on the plastic I can fingerprint things, Kyle

I planted this one And log number twelve The rest though? I don't know how many of those you've heard

I'll admit I never meant for number three to fall into your hands I just thought you'd be kind enough to not listen in

. . . How wrong I was

And it's a real shame too You better not have told the rest of the team, Kyle I will make you regret every single breath you've taken if you have

But, that's only if I can get that intel from the gang Do be warned that Cartman is very easy to persuade It won't take me much longer than ten minutes to make him crack

The rest will go even faster Although, I'd give Wendy much longer Craig? He'll be shattering in seven minutes, tops Tweek? Three, maybe four Stan? He trusts me more than you'd expect, he won't even fight

I hope I was right about you being smart, Kyle

Kyle's blood turns to ice.

He is so fucked.

At least he didn't tell Cartman.

You already know my big secret And you have two options, Kyle

Option one: Meet me at Starks Pond tonight to confirm how you feel about the contents of these logs. I'm probably sitting there right now

Option two: Don't. This horrible relationship limbo can remain just like this, on my end I've been stuck here for years

Look, Kyle, what you've done here You're forcing my hand I don't have any other options

Do what you want

I clearly can't stop you

The tape is flung from the cassette player to the other side of the room, it hits the wall and cracks. A thousand regrets pool in the pit of Kyle's stomach and he wants to vomit. He also wants to curl up in a ball and die. Or live in Cartman's basement instead, those are all good options.

But in the same breath...

He's being given a choice when he was sure this whole thing he had with Kenny would simply implode, collapse in on itself and die. He has one chance to make this better than it is. He'll never be able to make this right, but, he can at least try and reinforce the breaking pieces before it's entirely broken.

He picks himself up off the ground and starts on his way up the stairs. He freezes at the door, is he gonna do this? Is he gonna go out to Starks Pond and talk like he should've far too long ago?

Yeah, yeah he fucking is.

The real question is if he's actually gonna say whats been fueling his co-dependency with Kenny for so long.

He isn't sure if he'll manage to fess up to the stupidest biological function he has. He'll try, he'll make an attempt to explain exactly what's been conspiring inside of his head without him even realizing for so many years. He'll at the very least get out a couple words to explain the dumbest thing he's been roped into by his own genetics and unfortunate timing.

-/-/-/-

The ever-present snow and ice crunches under Kyle's boots, but that's the last thing he's focusing on. His eyes are trained ahead of hi as he walks along the edge of Starks Pond. His tail is still, a very rare occurrence.

When he reaches the edge of the pond that Kenny's standing at he's lost his words. The blonde is just staring at him, looking for tells. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his orange jacket, bright orange, pumpkin orange. Kyle can't focus on anything.

"It worked, you nosy little shit," Kenny said, words weaponized with ease.

"Yeah, it worked," Kyle said. He took a step closer, "I'm sorry," and then another, "For everything really," A third step and Kenny tenses, flinching back just a bit. In turn Kyle steps back.

"For what? Did you tell them?" Kenny asked defensively. He sounded scared more than anything else.

"I know better than that Kenny, they did interrogate me though," Kyle explained stiffly.

Kenny gives a hum, "That gets that problem out of the way."

Kyle nods, "Yeah, that it does."

"So, you listened to three, nine, twelve, and seven, right?" Kenny asked.

"Sorry," Kyle said.

"At least have the decency to dignify me with an answer man, you just fucking ruined me. I had to record that final tape five times before it was good enough to use. I swear to god, normally I'd cut you some slack and now you know why, but not this time," Kenny spat sharply, "So, you listened to those tapes, right?"

"Yep, the four that you listed," Kyle said, his attempt to stay professional just made him sound stiff and disjointed.

This time Kenny faltered before speaking, "And your opinions on them?"

"Positive," Kyle answered with faster than a bullet. His tail flicked as he spoke.

"Anything else?" Kenny asked, desperation heavy on his voice. Thick like molasses.

"I think I imprinted on you- which means something different then it does for the ducks!" Kyle was quick to backtrack on his words, Kenny just looked intrigued, "My species has a 'thats the one' instinct. If we find the right person, it activates, and according to my parents at least, it's usually subliminal. When we landed, I imprinted on you- so, to me, you're the one. And for all I know, unless you die and stay dead, that stupid ass hormonal flux won't go down."

Kenny stayed silent.

"I'm stuck fixating on you until one of us dies, my kind mates for life, and unless I submit myself to experimental science the animal part of my brain is gonna keep screaming that you're mine. Which is kind of annoying, and dumb, and gets in the way- and I didn't even realize it until I found that first tape. I've just been infatuated with you since grade four and I don't know how to make it stop," Kyle spilled, some words meshing together in a blend of syllables. Cyan progressively rose to his face the entire time he spoke. He dropped down to the ground, facing away from Kenny and towards the water, "I'm so fucking sorry Kenny."

Kenny took a few tentative steps closer to where Kyle sat, his tail lay curled around him yet limp on the ground. His ears were drooping a bit and he looked ashamed of himself, a little bit distraught at that. "I'm not gonna disown you, Kyle. That'd just be fucking stupid."

"I didn't mean to ruin your life man, you could've been scoring. God, I probably scared off so many people without even realizing it," Kyle choked out weakly. He pressed his nails into the heel of his palm, "I swear I didn't mean to imprint on you. I swear man- I can try and suppress it."

"It's fine, Kyle," Kenny said as he crouched down beside Kyle. He bumped their shoulders together.

No response.

Okay, that was worrying. It struck a particular chord in the depths of Kenny's chest. One very, very similar to the 'my sister is hurt' chord, which unlocks a specific subset of reactions. Those reactions include:

A: Unbridled violence on whoever caused this B: Giving tried and true advice C: Terrible jokes and playful punches D: Just listening with or without a glass of warm milk

None of those options seem optimal, so Kenny improvises.

"I mean, the whole 'imprint' thing doesn't bother me," Kenny said as he sat down behind Kyle. His knees were bent and he rested his head on Kyle's shoulder.

"Dude I fucking ruined your life," Kyle got out quietly, his tail snapped to punctuate his sentence. It wrapped itself around Kenny's thigh, just above his knee.

"Beg to differ," Kenny said as he slowly raised his hands up. He gently placed them at the base of Kyle's skull, he tensed but didn't move. Kenny slowly rubbed circles in just behind Kyle's ears in the hopes it would calm him down.

Kyle leaned back into Kenny a bit, "I'm so fucking sorry."

"Half of those tapes were me going off about how much I adore you and want you, Kyle. I know you have a brain in there, put it to some use," Kenny said, a small grin on his face as he spoke. He could feel Kyle start to purr, "Just think about it."

Kyle paused for a moment, to just let all of the data sink in. He felt like a total idiot when the conclusion formed in his head, "Oh."

"Yeah," Kenny answered with, "Good thing."

"I'm such a fucking idiot," Kyle said with a laugh on his voice. He squeezed a bit tighter around Kenny's leg, constricting, like a snake, "Can't wait to confirm my families suspicions."

"Do they think we're a thing?" Kenny asked as he combed his fingers through Kyle's hair.

Kyle nodded, "Probably, apparently I've been signalling some very, very vulgar and subtle things to you with my tail for the past six years. I didn't even notice my tail was moving half the time, but it was- mom and dad had to explain that to me which was fun."

"Did you stop?" Kenny asked.

"Naw, definitely not," Kyle answered with smugly, "You never knew anyways."

Kenny gives a hum, "I would say I was giving some vulgar signs myself, but humans don't have a good way to do that discretely."

"I've noticed," Kyle said, "I can read half of you like books with all the tells each of you have."

"Guess Ill have to be even more mysterious so the guys don't catch on," Kenny said as Kyle started to purr, the vibrations rapidly picking up in volume. It felt nice.

"They aren't idiots dude," Kyle said, "They'll catch on soon enough."

"Or we could just walk in there holding hands one day, wait for someone to point it out and go 'yeah we're dating now' and just act like nothing has changed," Kenny said, "Even if we don't go to the movies or eat out at restaurants- that'd be funny."

"We'll see what happens first," Kyle answered with. He holds his breath for a beat, "Love you, Kenny," There's a veritable depth to the words now.

"Love you, Kyle," Kenny answered with the same as he always has, Kyle just never noticed the subtext. He presses a brief kiss to Kyle's forehead.

-/-/-/-

Stan is the first one too notice that Kyle and Kenny are different. A good different though. They're more synced up on the field, better at silent communication, just predicting each other in general. It definitely benefits the team as a whole for the crime-fighting, but whether or not the development is good for the franchise is a whole other story.

He's the first one to ask around about it too.

"Hey Wendy, Kyle and Kenny-"

"Are acting off? I noticed," Wendy said, cutting Stan short with ease. She glanced up from her phone, "I'm already scouring about for details."

"Anything actually come up?" Stan asked.

Wendy shook her head, "Nope, you'd assume that there'd be something; but most searches are coming up dry."

"Worth a shot," Stan said with a sigh.

"You should go ask Craig, he's pretty close to Kenny," Wendy offered up and before she could finish her sentence Stan was looking for Craig.

He was sitting at his desk as usual, cruddy costume and all.

"Craig whats up with Kyle and Kenny?" Stan asked.

And without skipping a beat Craig answered with, "They're homosexuals, Stan."

"What?" Came Stan's dead response, words hollow and in disbelief.

Craig nodded to the aforementioned duo walking in, "Go ask why they're holding hands."

Stan faltered.

"Listen, if you're afraid I'm right you should've asked out Kyle sooner to avoid it," Craig blatantly accused, the words forced the air from Stan's lungs like a sucker punch.

Now aware that Craig is going to keep mentally gut punching him, Stan just heads on off to Kyle and Kenny. They are indeed holding hands, and Kyle's tail is wrapped around Kenny's thigh, just above his knee.

"Look, you two," Stan began with.

"Yeah man, what's up?" Kyle asked, and he's hiding a grin poorly. He's sure that it adds to the confusion Stan is displaying.

Kenny was right.

This is pretty fucking funny.

"How come you guys are holding hands?" Stan asked quietly.

"Kyle imprinted on me," Kenny said bluntly, "We're dating now."

"How long has this been going on for?" Stan asked.

Kyle shrugged, "A month, we were waiting for you guys to notice."

Craig gives a smug, "Told you so!" from his desk.

"Were you guys betting on what was happening?" Kenny asked, an undertone of a snicker to his voice.

"No, even if we did Craig would've won," Stan said spitefully.

Kyle grins a bit, "No need to be sour man, you can still break the news to Cartman, I'm sure it'll be hysterical to see his reaction."

"Dude. Let's go find Cartman," Kenny said eagerly, he was practically vibrating where he stood. Hes grinning that gap tooth grin, "I need to see his reaction right now."

"Wanna tag along?" Kyle asked, holding out a hand to Stan.

He refrained from taking it, "Totally man."

Craig sidles up beside the three of them, "I got a camera to record it."

#south park #south park k2 #sp k2 #south park fanfiction #south park fic #kysterion #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #tw mild gore #tw swearing #tw betrayal #as you all know i was once again staring at artwork by kennysdeadbody. as i usually do writing K2. specifically those kitenny doodles.#kite is really just a creature. big ol' cat. he purrs.#kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #small headcanon that craigs gaydar is off the motherfucking shits (also wanted to let him say faggot(I didnt))

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is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not · 2 months

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If you don't mind, answer a few more for a curious Clanner? 🟠💰⛓️📚

Thanks kindly. - @mechwarrior-rose

🟠= Restoring the Star League. It was by no means the perfect society, but it did lead to centuries of effective peace and cooperation among humankind. It was the ultimate goal of the Great Father, and one we now can bring to reality - and I have been honored to begin the military side of the process. I am the new commanding officer of a revived Royal Black Watch, will be running the new Gunslinger program and the first new Martial Olympiad, and apparently am on track to become the first Commanding General of the SLDF since Hohiro Kurita in the 3060s. To eventually take on the same position as the Great Father held... is an honor I can barely believe may be in my future. 💰= By far, the worst purchase I have made was the giant inflatable bouncy castle version of a Dire Wolf I purchased for Damien Caruso's fifth birthday. He was the son of the leader of Fursona's Fusiliers, Savannah Caruso. I had thought the purchase would enliven the party. It did. To the tune of at least ten injuries when we adult mercenaries decided to partake as well. And it turns out talons do not mix well with what is essentially a thin, continuously pumped balloon. Making, and subsequently having to see, Damien cry... was perhaps the worst crime I have ever committed. He didn't speak to his "Aunt Mysty" for two weeks afterwards. I felt horrible. ⛓️= I have taken several. The best, the one I miss the most, was Victoria. Victoria Jade Falcon, formerly Victoria Espinosa of the Aurigan Directorate.

I met Victoria in the course of the Aurigan Civil War; her actions in that war would later see her to be known as the Butcher of Perdition. We defeated her several times in that campaign. The first few times she was in her Catapult-K2, until Savannah took it out with a point blank Thumper shot from her Bull Shark.

Victoria survived that Thumper shot, incredibly. She faced us one more on Coromodir, at the hands of a modified King Crab. We took her prisoner, after she came to her senses - once her 'Mech was disabled, and the rest of her lance were dead.

As I fired the shot which disabled her 'Mech, I was allowed to claim her as a bondswoman, though I had to wait until 3050, once her prison sentence in the Taurian Concordat was carried out.

She served well as a bondswoman, and I freed her in relatively short order, during the latter stages of the Invasion. She soon after passed her Trial of Position and became abthaka, joining a second-line unit.

I have been told that she died defending the civilians of São Paulo, during the final battles of the Jihad on Terra. Apparently her last words were expressing a hope she had redeemed herself for what she had done on Perdition, all those decades before, and taking a Manei Domini Heavy Level III with her in the process.

Considering she ended up saving nearly 30,000 people with her sacrifice, I would say she redeemed herself... The Butcher of Perdition died that day, and the Savior of São Paulo was born...

I do miss her. 📚= I am a direct descendant of Elizabeth Hazen (not in the usual sense of her passing on genes used by the next in line, but directly via the original genetic samples she provided) - and also of Turkina herself. I pride myself on that heritage, and try to live up to it. Having the sword that one of my genemothers gave to the other helps me remember. Furthermore, I am a fan of the Great Father (moreso than of his son, the Founder), and of his SLDF our Clans descend from. I try to uphold the Great Father's ideals every day of my life. Lastly, I have always identified with the Royal Black Watch, of which Elizabeth Hazen was a part. I was enamored with the tales of their last stand at Gorst Flats, their campaigns against Amaris, and how, even after being hit with thermonuclear ordnance, the Black Watch survived, and did not give up.

#battletech #mechwarrior

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31. Broken limb and dealers choice of character 😁

The first thing that came to mind was a scene referred to in Six Point Five, so this is what resulted. Not long, but it is something :D

Thank you so much for asking ::hugs tight::

And thank you to the wonderful @onereyofstarlight for answering my call yet again and reading through my writing ::hugs you too::

It's short, whump, and Earth and Sky. Sorry to both Tracy bros. I hope you enjoy it.

-o-o-o-

“Hold still!”

“I’m trying!”

“Virgil-“

“You’re holding it wrong.”

Scott sighed. His heart was still beating in his ears. After watching Virgil slip over the edge, caught in a rockfall, his circulation system hadn’t yet recovered.

Or the rest of him, really.

So close.

Don’t think about it. Focus.

“Virgil! I’ve got it. You’re going to be okay.”

“Not if you don’t hold it correctly.”

This could easily have been an argument over fixing Two down in the hangars if it wasn’t for the gasp in his brother’s voice.

And the several thousand foot drop off to their left that could have brought so much to an end.

“Virgil, do you trust me?”

Even in the frostbitten air between them and the reflection off his helmet, Scott could see the honesty in his little brother’s eyes as he drew in an unsteady breath. “Of course.”

“Then trust me.”

And without further warning, he lifted his brother’s leg and set it.

The scream that came with it cut his heart to pieces. “It’s-it’s done.” He focussed on scanning and then further immobilizing the broken limb. At least now it was less fodder for a horror film.

His thoughts were interrupted by a roar as suddenly, on the far side of the valley, half a mountain of snow slid down onto the glacier below.

Goddamnit.

He found himself bodily covering his brother, hovering over him as if to protect him from the world collapsing.

Virgil hadn’t noticed. His eyes were screwed shut and he was panting, sweat beading on his brow.

God, he wished the man would take the pain medication when he was told to.

Scott hovered there a moment longer, as the valley below filled with an avalanche that could never reach them. For some reason he did not want to move back. Pushing all his weight onto one arm, he reached out and clasped Virgil’s shoulder. “You with me?”

Dark eyes opened, filled with pain. More an exhale than anything else, “Always.”

“Good.”

And with that, Scott shut down his emotions and got on with getting his brother off this damned mountain.

To think that Virgil had dragged him out on this ‘simple’ rescue to get him away from Dad’s desk.

Scott was ever so grateful he had come.

Firstly, rich and privileged idiots should not be allowed to climb a mountain like K2, or any mountain bigger than an anthill for that matter, without sufficient training and experience. The idiots who had them out today were poorly equipped and would have died come nightfall after having an argument with their guide and wandering off.

It was the guide who had called IR. His apologies were extensive and frustrated.

But he was right. Scott and Virgil had found them mired in deep snow and, despite their protests, completely lost.

They were damned lucky Virgil was there. Scott wanted to give them a piece of his mind, particularly when they initially refused to leave the mountain. It was only due to Virgil’s patience – that would likely at some point result in a violent painting or mess of a composition on the piano – and using the ‘fame’ element of flying a Thunderbird and coercing them into coming for a ride that got them moving.

Yet it was also Virgil’s kindness that had him fetching the woman’s pack. Or more likely, she put up so much of ruckus, Virgil preferred to shut her up rather than kill her on the way to New Delhi, no matter how short the journey.

That return to the snow led to Scott spinning just in time to see Virgil slide over the edge as the rockface gave way.

A call to John that had so little words but cried out for so much.

The rest was a blur of terror and fear as Scott scrambled down the mountain after his brother. He didn’t have his jetpack. They’d left One at home. It was supposed to be a quick rescue. A bit of brotherly time together.

But Scott was ever so grateful for the time they were given due to a snow-covered ledge that had caught his brother.

The alternative…

He was willing to thank any deity that watched over them.

A broken leg, bent in blatantly the wrong direction, halfway up K2.

“You held it wrong.” The words were little more than a gasp.

“It’s done.” Scott drew in a breath and fastened the last of the splint velcro. “Alan and Gordon will be here any moment and we’re getting you off this rock.”

Shifting the remains of Virgil’s right boot aside, he sat down next to Virgil and let out a breath. “You’re safe.”

A sigh and Virgil’s helmeted head dropped gently onto Scott’s shoulder.

As a familiar and beloved roar swelled at the other end of the valley, he draped his arm around his little brother’s shoulders.

“Safe.”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #nuttyfic #earth and sky

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youre-ackermine · 4 months

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hello dearest, I hope you’re doing well 🩵

for the aot ask I’ve come with new questions:

15.a) if you could have prevented the death of a single character, which one would it be? (I already know the answer but still 🤣)

15.b) what is your favorite (top 3 if you can’t choose one) soundtrack?

15.c) do you prefer the anime or the manga?

much love to youuu 💓💓

Hi my dearest Dee ✨

I'm fine, even if I barely slept last night. I hope you're doing well too!

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15 a- If you could have prevented the death of a single character, which one would it be?

As you already guessed, I would have saved Hange of course!

Like Erwin died when the answer to his lifelong quest was within his grasp, Hange sacrificed themself before they could explore the outside world, quench their thirst for knowledge, help make people's lives better with new discoveries... I'm fascinated by their intelligence & all those amazing qualities that make them one of the best written characters in SNK, personality-wise. They would have been such an asset in the post war SNK universe.

15 b- What is your favorite (top 3 if you can't choose one) soundtrack?

If it's about the instrumental OST only, those I listen to the most at the moment are:

For the songs with a vocalist, my all-time favourite are:

I can't listen to 'Bauklotze' without crying now obviously 💔

15 c- Do you prefer the anime or the manga?

To be perfectly honest, I read the whole manga only once. I often read a random chapter or a few panels online but I still have to read it again (& it's a pain in the ass because I have the Edition Colossale & every book is f*cking heavy lmao). Besides, the French translation is not very good imo, it missed most of the dialogues' subtleties / nuances :((

Still, the manga panels are amazing, Isayama has a real talent for drawing the facial expressions & making us understand what's going on or feel so many emotions without a single word.

But I love the anime, even if a few things missing or changed kinda rub me the wrong way! The animation is insane (Levi's action scenes are always flawless & omg it's part of why I love the short badass so much!). The music is amazing & epic. The VAs are phenomenal (I only watch the Japanese version with French or English subtitles). It's a f*cking great show!

Just a few words about the scene between Eren & Armin in the last episode. As much as I cannot accept Eren's actions, I still felt sorry & sad for him. But the scene with Armin in the manga was so pathetic it almost swept away my sympathy towards him. Thanks Mappa for fixing this scene, making it a real moment of emotion between soulmate friends, & giving Eren a bit of his humanity back.

So anime it is!

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Thanks for taking the time to send these to me!

Sending much love back ❤️

Have a nice Sunday lovely Dee 😘

#val has mail 💌#moots game #ask game #snk ask game #aot ask game #lovely moots 💕#dee ✨#atruewarrior #spotify links #spotify

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do you have any k2 fanfic recommendations??

HI ANO N Very honored u came to me for this lol i'm also going to be including fic recs my friends gave to me because i haven't been reading (ive been busy lately!) fic recs below the cut!

Mysterion Begins | K2/Kysterion | T | TW: None author: indirectkissesiniceland I'm still reading this! The chapters feel short but the pacing + story is so good. Kenny and Kyle's relationship in here is sooo ;;_;; it's so soft to me and I'm such a sucker for pining.

SUMMARY: Four years of college didn't get Kyle any closer to figuring out what he wants to do with his life, but his friend Jimmy pulls through for him with an opening in the newspaper office where he works. Newbies have never been known to get glamorous work, of course, and Kyle's first assignment proves it: a filler piece on a costumed vigilante calling himself "Mysterion." When a dangerous situation brings him face-to-face with the hero himself, however, Kyle—and the growing number of readers his articles on the friendly neighborhood superhero bring in—seeks the answer to a question that burns within him: Who is Mysterion? it's three am, i hope you're home | K2/Kysterion | T | TW: None author: JuniperTrees AGH.. SORRY I'M A SUCKER FOR KYSTERION. THIS ONE WAS VERY GOOD, I want to tell you my favorite part but I don't want to spoil it for you!! I think when you read it, you'll know which part it is (hint: it's near the end. LMFAO) SUMMARY: Kyle knows what he wants, but Mysterion keeps climbing in through his window. back to december | K2 | T | TW: None author: JuniperTrees AJGSKLKJHFG9AOJLGKHSHSJODGDKLHJSAGNBLDKFSHJSJGISLKBMSDHJSOIGKLSAGJNASKHSAJSGJSALDK TTHE Y FALL IN LOVE. AND THEY GROW OLD. AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. One of my favorite fics, I just really love seeing K2 grow up together and the way the author wrote it was phenomenal. SUMMARY: Kenny has always been involved with Kyle’s holiday celebrations in one way or another. Take Me High and I'll Sing | K2/Kysterion | E | TW: domestic violence, smut author: Courtanie sorry for being kysterion trash i didnt mean it. i actually really enjoyed this fic, i think the author did a great job on portraying kyle's character when it comes to him being concerned about kenny being mysterion (idk if that makes sense). it gave me a rollercoaster of feeLS and ugh... its... its soft. im so bad at giving opinions im sorry LMFAO SUMMARY: For far too many years Kyle has watched Kenny slipping in and out of his heroic persona, wondering each night if it would be their last together. But when it's his needs stacked against the safety of the rest of their town, finding common ground is far more difficult than either of them could have accounted for. Lionheart | K2, Creek | T | TW: None author: indirectkissesiniceland i haven't read this one, yet! though, my good friends recommended it twice AND it's by indi so i trust that this is v v v v good :) SUMMARY: For far too many years Kyle has watched Kenny slipping in and out of his heroic persona, wondering each night if it would be their last together. But when it's his needs stacked against the safety of the rest of their town, finding common ground is far more difficult than either of them could have accounted for.

Ok, Cupid It Isn't Funny Anymore | K2 | T | TW: None author: Courtanie this one is my favorite because i love the oblivious pining and k2 being the dumbest people on planet earth when it comes to each other. stan is so sick of their bullshit here KLJDSGLKSGJSDFLKJ SUMMARY: Years of sabotaging one another's dates and dancing around feelings have led Kenny and Kyle to fall into states of pitiable loneliness. Living under the same roof sure doesn't help the situation, but some vodka might. Playback | K2 | T | TW: None author: Corrupted_Quiet i love britney spears ok and kenny here loves her too. this is one of my favorite fics !! i hope you like it as much as i did too, i thought it was really cute and the way author uses music here is fun! SUMMARY: Kenny's always listened pop music, with its bumping beats, simple lyrics, and easiness at capturing the complexities of love. Sometimes he feels himself in those songs, especially when pining over Kyle Broflovski. No one else knows that part, though, secret kept between himself and his playlist of Britney songs. But one day, his music decides to stop playing quietly, and start blasting out of his head. Oh, baby, baby, how was he supposed to know?

Daywalkerpox | K2/Kysterion (Side Stendy & Creek) | E | TW: sexual content author: Zormikea THIS WAS THE FIC THAT MADE ME SHIP K2 EVEN FURTHER. I have to reread this fic because it's been a while but oh my god i could not stop reading it when i first saw it.. SUMMARY: It’s not love. It’s not affection. It must be a disease, then.

Kyle wonders if it’s curable. Kenny knows it isn’t. Peering Through Windows | K2, Cryle (Side Stendy) | E | TW: graphic depictions of violence, non-con, major character death, sexual content author: jwink85 PLEASE be super cautious going into this fic as it does include a lot of heavy topics and depictions of said warnings listed above. that being said, this was one of the first fics that i read coming back to the fandom (i found it through the animatic based off this fic LOL). personally i like it, i really enjoy the author's storytelling here and how she takes care of certain events happening in the fic. i get that this might not be everyone's cup of tea though! please note that craig here plays a heavy villain in this story and kyle is the victim of the villain in this story, so if they're one of your favorite characters and you don't want to see them this way i think it's best to avoid this one! SUMMARY: Kyle was so in love with the good doctor until he revealed himself to be a monster...by then, it was too late. Fell In Love with a Dead Boy | K2 | T | TW: None (character death but it's kenny's) author: spirograph I NEVER READ THIS ONE!! BUT MY FRIEND SAID THIS AS A RECOMMENDATION SO I'm going to put this down here for you! I hope you like it, anon! SUMMARY: In the 3rd grade Kenny dies for the first time. OKAY, I'll stop here. Let me know what you think when you read some of these, anon!!!!! if i had to suggest what to start off with first i'd suggest mysterion begins and/or daywalkerpox!!!!! two very very very good fics!!!!!!!! if i have anymore in mind, i'll reblog this with add ons!!!!!!!!!!! :DDD @herbietales and @allymumu helped me out with fic recs so if needed, you can ask them too!! <333

#THANK YOU FOR ASKING <33333 #asks #fic recs #sp k2

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weasleywinchester · 2 years

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Hot Blood (love is gunna get ya)

Cassian Andor x Curvy Female Reader

Y’all I’m so excited that space husband #2 is back on screen!!! I’ve had this dirty fic in my mind for a couple of years (???) now and I actually finally wrote then ending 😂 I’ve never written anything with sex pollen so it may work differently than someone else’s version!

Warning: Smut, sex pollen, unprotected sex, cream pie, unrequited feelings, K2 being sassy

“(Y/N), you’re with me.” Cassian finishes, looking up at you. You blink a few times at him, frowning. You normally have to stay with K2 on the ship…

“You’ll walk with me, the more eyes we have, the better.” He clarifies, a fraction of a smile appearing.

“Yes sir.” You nod. Everyone breaks from the huddle to grab their gear and get ready as K2 lands the ship a short distance outside of town.

“We’re not sure what form the drug is in, but they seem to be targeting couples. Nine people have shown up dead in the last 2 days, be careful.” Cassian announces as he jumps out of the ship.

“I thought we were the resistance, not the drug police.” One of your crew mates mutters, and a few nod in agreement. You manage to keep your eye roll to yourself, but this group should know better than to question Captain Cassian Andor’s leadership.

“Drugs are an easy way to control people. Get them hooked on something only you provide, makes them loyal for life.” You shoot back, keeping your eyes trained on your shoes as you tie them.

“Drugs have a very high success rate in administering tracking devices and keeping the mind in a sedated state for easier control.” K2 adds, giving each teammate a pointed look. You smile, gathering your things and joining Cassian outside the ship. He gives your smile a sideways glance but doesn’t comment.

“Hurry up!” He shouts at the team. They quickly scramble out of the ship and begin walking into town, each taking a separate section.

“So we really have no leads besides the dead?” You ask.

“The people who died were found hours after splitting up from their partner.”

“Thus the ‘no leaving each other alone’ rule and why you took a partner this time.” You muse aloud. Cassian turns to say something but a local vendor catches your eye.

“I’m going to go talk to him. I’ll be right back.” You gently squeeze Cassian’s arm as you walk to the booth.

“Can I interest you in anything young lady?” The man asks, his eyes wandering over your body.

“How about a fun time?” You ask in your sweetest voice, batting your eyelashes.

“What is a pretty young thing, like yourself, looking for?”

“Oh, a little of this and a little of that.” You bite your lip, “I’ve heard of something new floating around, something that gets the blood pumping.” You lean across the counter, the man's face becoming a little less playful.

“Everyone always thinks I’m too young, but trust me when I say I can play with the big boys.”

The man sighs, briefly looking over your shoulder and then focusing back on you.

“I’ll take care of you, sweet cheeks.” He winks, standing up tall.

“And how will I know?” You push, keeping your tone light.

“Trust me, you’ll know.” He smirks and walks to the back of his booth. You frown and turn to scan the crowd for Cassian. He catches your eye, flicking his from you to the lamppost on the corner of the street and walks towards it.

“Anything?” He whispers as you pass him. You wait for him to match your pace before you start talking.

“When I asked the man about a good time, he knew what I was after and said he would get it for me. However, he didn’t hand me anything or tell me to go anywhere.” You answer, putting your hood up to keep the chill of the air away.

“We should find the others, maybe they found something.” He picks up his pace, leading you down one of the allies.

“Ok sounds-“ you sneeze, your nose suddenly feeling like you just walked through a wall of pollen in the middle of spring.

“Salud,” Cassian says over his shoulder.

You take a deep breath in, sneezing once more. And then again, your eyes start to water so much that you stop walking.

Cassian turns when he doesn’t hear you stomping behind him, seeing you trying to wipe your eyes with your gloves.

“Are you ok?” He comes to look you over, his voice laced with… concern?

“Ya, apparently I am allergic to this planet.” You laugh, finally able to breathe. “We should see if anyone else has had luck.”

Cassian nods, not quite convinced you're ok and lightly pulls you forward by the elbow back into the crowd. Your breath hitches at his touch, even through your coat a tingling sensation erupts like a warm glow. You close your eyes, wanting to just bask in the warmth. The sensation is gone as fast as it appeared, and when you open your eyes you realise he’s let go of you.

“Anything?” Cassian asks. Each pair shares their findings with the Captain, and you’re trying to focus on what they’re saying, but it seems to be getting a little warmer every time someone bumps you into Cassian.

“(Y/N) and I will take the small hotel on the west side of town. That should leave us spaced enough to cover the town. Meet back here tomorrow at 8.” Cassian finishes, letting everyone get to their posts for the night. “Ready?” He turns to you. You’re standing a bit too close to him and the sleeve of his jacket brushes against yours. You feel heat shoot straight between your thighs, you swallow hard. Hormones must be out of whack, Cassian could reduce you to a puddle with one look, but maker, this is ridiculous!

“(Y/N)?” K2 tilts his head at you.

“Sorry, ya let’s go. I need a shower.” You sigh.

The walk isn't very far, but your mind is set on replaying every fantasy you’ve ever had about Cassian, and you need relief from it now.

Cassian unlocks the door and you bolt into the bathroom.

“She must have really had to poop.” K2 comments.

“K, why don’t you keep watch outside.” Cassian commands, annoyance clear in his voice.

You rip your clothes off and turn the shower on. You can’t even make it in before reaching between your thighs and making quick circles around your clit. You convulse with an orgasm so quickly you’re knocked to your knees.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Cassian asks through the door.

“Fine! Just banged my knee.” You sigh in relief and the ache between your thighs dulls. You wait until you hear him walk away from the door before stepping into the shower.

Which was a mistake.

The moment the water hits your body you moan at the sheer pleasure of something touching you. Your heart starts racing and the impulse to touch yourself is back. You rub out a second orgasm, relieving yourself long enough to get out and dry off.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” You whisper, quickly laying down on the bed. Cassian hums in acknowledgement as you try to get comfortable. He’s pouring over the latest mission reports, the glow from the data pad illuminating his frown. He’s taken most of his layers off, leaving him in his Henley and cargo pants. It’s the least amount of layers you’ve seen him in… well, except the few times you’ve seen the toned stomach that hides under his shirt because, you know, someone has to give him stitches…

Then you feel it, the slow wave of heat that starts at your core and spreads through your body. And it’s much stronger, your hand automatically reaching in between your thighs. You screw your eyes shut and lean against the headboard.

He’s in the fucking room (Y/N) get a grip!

He says something out loud, but the blood rushing through your ears drowns him out and your eyes screw shut even tighter as your fingers practically burn to give you any sort of relief.

“(Y/N)?”

His voice sounds like it’s underwater, but it’s closer than before. You feel something touch your hand and it feels like heaven. You gasp for air, your shoulders relaxing as your body shudders with the smallest amount of relief. You open your eyes to see Cassian's hand on top of your own.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, trying to catch your gaze. You want to tell him nothing, your body is just overreacting. You’re having a normal allergic reaction to whatever you walked through earlier… But when he moves his hand away an inferno rips through your veins and you double over.

“What’s wrong? What do you need?” He asks, a little sliver of panic apparent in his voice.

“Cassian, something’s,” you gasp as his hands grip your shoulders, “something’s wrong.”

“What? Where does it hurt?” He gently pulls you toward him, his scent filling your nose and making you dizzy.

“Everywhere…” you move to straddle his lap, a small fraction of relief coming as his hands grip the back of your knees to keep you from sliding to the floor.

“I can’t… explain… I need you.” You pant into his neck, your hips rolling into his.

His eyes flutter shut as he feels your wetness soak through his pants. His hands lightly slide along your bare thighs, gently guiding you to grind into him. Your forehead comes to rest against his, your lips teasing as they come closer to his but never touch.

She’s not in control. He repremands himself, pushing you to sit up and create a little space between you.

“(Y/N), hey, we need to figure out what’s wrong.” He begrudgingly pushes you off his lap, laying you on the bed.

“Everything burns… but you.” You grit through your teeth as you try and pull yourself together. You dig your heels into the bed, using every fiber of your being to keep your hands away from your throbbing clit.

He takes a shaky breath in, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain, and you wouldn’t lie, not about this. He gently caresses your outer thigh, your face instantly relaxing and your hands unclenching. After a minute he pulls away and within seconds you're back to squirming.

“Cassian, please.” You beg, your nails gripping the sides of your shirt as you try and self contain whatever the fuck is happening to your body. Everything feels like too much and not enough. Your clothes become irritating, it’s not his touch and it needs to stop. You stand, ripping them off, hoping the cool air would any kind of relief.

Cassian knows he should avert his eyes, that this was not his opportunity to gaze upon the valley of your breasts as your nipples harden from the cold; or to lust after your cunt, dripping with all your juices or to revel in the sound of his name falling from your lips. No, not the time. But his touch has been the only thing to bring you any relief…

“Cass…” you grunt, hands gripping at the sheets so tight you might tear a hole in them. He pulls you up, helping you back into his lap, his hands gently rubbing any patch of skin he can reach. You sigh, leaning into his shoulder as the fire slows down to a dull ache.

“Run me through the events of your day mi amor.” He whispers, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.

“You were there.” You let out a breathy laugh against his chest, fingers lightly scraping at the front of his stupid shirt that is blocking your greedy fingers from his skin.

“I…” how could he be so stupid? How could he not notice something happened.

The burn has calmed enough that your mind registers that Cassian has gone silent, which means he’s too far in his own head.

“Off the ship, talked to man that… that said I would find what I wanted.” You double over, the heat rushing once again through your body in an all encompassing wave.

Cassian runs his hands everywhere he can, but it no longer satisfies what you need. She needs more. He gently places a kiss on your neck, a moan escaping from somewhere deep in your chest that makes both of you relax a fraction.

“Amor…” he tries to look at your face, your silence unnerving.

“We met back with the group… allergic to something in the air… brushed against you, that’s when the heat started…” you thread your fingers into his hair as he gently sucks the column of your neck.

He wishes this was real, that your need for him wasn't tangled in whatever this drug was. He should have kissed you long before this. Long before this suffering, long before this mission...

“Something in the air…” he pulls back to look at you. Your pupils are blown, your body coated in a sheen of sweat even though the room is cold.

“Touch… not enough…” you stammer, leaning your forehead against his.

“Amor, we need to-.”

“Captain Cassian Andor, I need you to fuck me in every conceivable way.” You growl, roughly putting your open mouth against his. You lose yourself in the way his tongue instinctively thrusts into your mouth, the way his hands dig into your hips to push you flush against him, and oh maker the vibration of his moan mixed with yours…

He lays you on your back, slotting his hips in between yours, his growing bulge putting the perfect amount of pressure against your clit. His mouth finds yours again, tongue eagerly exploring. You manage to remember you have hands attached to your arms and yank his shirt up his body. His lips briefly unlock from yours, reattaching to your neck as your hands scrap along his back. He never thought pain could feel so fucking good and that he would wish for more.

Focus, have to focus. He unseals his mouth from your skin, remembering that you’ve been drugged. He tries to untangle himself, but your body only wants more and, frankly, he doesn’t want to stop. He has to get his mouth away from yours, he has to be able to shout for K… He pushes your thighs apart, making room for him to shift down your body.

“K!” He shouts in between kisses until the droid breaks his way in.

“Oh my…” K2 averts his gaze; he has seen many things but you sprawled naked with Cassian in between your thighs was not one he ever wanted to see.

“K, blood sample, she’s been hit with the drug.” Cassian says. K2 nods and leaves to gather the items needed.

Cassian turns back to you, the sight of your dripping cunt making his dick twitch. You smell so enticing that he licks a stripe from your opening to your clit, eliciting a satisfied yes from you. Maker, you taste better than he could have ever dreamed and he gets to have it all.

“Cassian, I’m not going in there until you say so!” K shouts from the door. Cassian growls into your cunt as you pulse around nothing, not happy that he has to stop when he would much rather go until you beg him to stop. He licks through you one last time, a satisfied grin stretching across his at the sight of you blissed out on the bed.

“Ready?” K2 shouts, annoyed that this is taking so long.

Cassian is about to call him in when your hands grip the sheets and your brow furrows again.

“Cassian, it’s coming back.” You whimper, sitting up and trying to gain any control over your body.

“Amor, K is going to get a blood sample, are you able to do that?” He leans down, tilting your chin so he can see you.

“I need you.” You state, hoping he understands what you mean. He gives you a small nod, shucking off his pants and sitting next to you. You can’t help but stare at his hard cock, it’s thick and leaking and if it were any other day you would have no problem returning the favor. But the heat ramps back up and Cassian guides you to straddle his lap.

“You sure?” He whispers.

“Yes.” You raise your hips so he can line himself up with your entrance. You gently lower yourself down, both of you screwing your eyes shut.

“K! Hurry before we can’t stop!” Cassian half-heartedly shouts. K quickly stomps into the room, jabbing you with a needle. You look up at him and mouth I’m sorry.

And you are sorry.

You’re sorry for being the one who got infected.

You’re sorry that Cassian has to go through this.

You’re sorry that K2 has to have this store in his hard drive forever.

“Gone.” you whisper when the door clicks shut. Now it’s Cassian’s turn for his mind to go blank as you rock against him, your cunt gripping him so perfectly. He rolls the two of you over, putting his mouth to yours as he sets a grueling pace. He feels you quickly pulse around him, his hips stilling at the sensation. He can feel your body start to cool off, and starts again, bringing your knees close to your chest for a different angle.

He fucks you through this orgasm, your grip in his hair loosening has he takes you higher once again. His thrusts get sloppy as you bring his mouth to yours, your tongue toying with his as you scrape your stubby nails along his back. And he loses it, letting himself spill inside you as you both slow down.

“How are you feeling?” Cassian whispers, his lips gently ghosting over your skin.

“Better. Blood doesn’t feel hot anymore.” You sigh. You turn your face toward his, catching his gaze. You gently put your mouth back to his, savoring the taste of him.

“Should have kissed you long before this.” He murmurs, hand gently brushing you hair out of your face.

“What do you mean?” You whisper back.

“Rebellions are built on hope, but I could never let myself hope for love. For you. I love you (Y/N).”

“I love you too Cassian.”

#cassian andor x female reader #cassian andor #cassian andor x reader #Cassian Andor x reader smut #sex pollen #cassian Andor smut #Star Wars

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beingfacetious · 3 months

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For the character meme, Cassian Andor!

omg, love of my life

First impression: oh my God, look at that face

Impression now: Truly one of the all-time Catey Characters. I love a lot of stories in which bad and painful things happen, but I really love when there's a real sense of the weight and the stakes of those things, and I REALLY love when the people most carrying that weight are like. Aware of the story they're in and resigned to being in it anyway, I guess. Not an optimism but a love you can't shake. Obviously by Rogue One my boy is literally dying to give strangers hope for a better world but even in Andor season 1 he's got that tragic hero thing. Doomed by the narrative! Doing what he has to to move through it anyway!

Favorite moment: Easy but nonetheless probably true answer is beach with Jyn. The holding each other up! His eyes open! Man, come on. Strong runner-up: "Is that the best you've got?" to Kino Loy in One Way Out

Idea for a story: Cassian/B2 normal fun adventure, Doctor Who filler fic-style

Unpopular opinion: idk how unpopular this is but I was not especially moved by any part of the sister storyline.

Favorite relationship: I know Jyn is maybe the right answer but my actual answer is his droid besties lmao. I was delighted by the Cassian/K2 dynamic in Rogue One and then EVEN MORE DELIGHTED by Cassian/B2 in Andor. God! They love each other!! They're real friends!! B2 exclaiming "Cassian!" when he sees him in the season 1 finale, murder me

Favorite headcanon: I am so bad at having headcanons as ur token #CanonComplicit friend but I do like to think Cassian always has an ear open for news about Kino. Like, he knows what happened to Kino, nothing else could have happened to Kino, not that he thinks about it or dwells on it. But still, just in case.

#meme answers #gallifreyburning #sorry this took me literally all day

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love-me-a-lotta-whump · 6 months

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Some K-drama/C-drama actors you think should be strangled more (Also love your blog)

First of all: Thank you so much for loving my blog! I love you and am happy that you're happy here! B: This is a very good question that I will put way too much thought and effort into answering!

Disclaimer: Some of these actors are whumped/strangled often. It's still not enough for me.

This is under a cut because I have pictures and things to say lol

남주혁 (Nam Joo Hyuk) - (picture: Vigilante) -- I love Nam Joo Hyuk. Vigilante is one of the darker dramas he's done, if not the darkest. I would love to see more whump in general and I think strangulation would be a great start. I feel like Vigilante is going to give me what I'm looking for tbh. (as of November 21, 2023, it's still airing)

2. 지창욱 (Ji Chang Wook) - (picture: The K2) -- Another one of my favorites. He's one of the ones who's been whumped a good bit but it's never enough. He does it well and I'll eat it up every single time. Strangle him, beat him, do what you will. I will be sitting there writing it all down for another whump-filled whumplist don't play with me.

3. 이제훈 (Lee Je Hoon) - (picture: Taxi Driver) -- Another man who has been whumped many a time and strangled before but dammit I need more. Maybe.... with a third season of Taxi Driver? Idk but I want someone's hand around his throat.

4. 박지훈 (Park Jihoon) - (picture: Weak Hero Class 1) -- He was strangled in this drama. It left a mark on his throat. If I could see him strangled in every single drama he does until the end of his career I will be grateful and indebted to him. Thank you.

5. 김영대 (Kim Young Dae) - (picture: Moon in the Day) -- I have grown to absolutely love him through Moon in the Day. It's the second drama I've seen him in and I absolutely love him! I feel like he needs to be strangled a little bit. He hasn't been whumped as much as some of these other actors but he's got time. He only debuted in 2018 so it's cool.

I have so many more that I could add to this list but I'll leave it at this right now. These are all Korean, yes. I can add some Chinese and Japanese actors at some point but given the fact that I mostly consume Korean media I'll stick to these 5.

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k25ff · 8 months

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I've touched on something similar before, but I was rereading some of the old geneverse power request flash-fics and I think the whole concept of powers not being sentient per se but "urging" their usage and also affecting the very way coldlit people perceive the world is kind of fascinating as a fantastical, cosmic horror-flavored reflection of the ways power, access, influence, etc and also technology shape and contour the way people behave (cont.)

(cont.) in ways that are insidiously subtle and all the more dangerous for it, the way these various things kind of *itch* to be employed like a restless new limb, for better or worse. You can see that idea in all sorts of discussions, about capital and politics and war and fame and prestige and empire and hierarchies and so forth... I don't know whether the intent was there but I think that's a really neat detail in the Geneverse setup!

What a good piece of analysis! [Nods sagely] Sometimes, tools make things better, but sometimes they make things worse.

Less glibly, I rarely go into a piece of writing saying "this is a metaphor for [X]" (I find doing so uninteresting, at least for my own writing process), but metaphors and analogies do often emerge, don't they?

I spoke back here about Tool Use and Powers and Tools With Personalities. Do powers in the Geneverse want to be used? Can they 'want', in a way that means anything to the way human minds work? Do they think?

These are the sorts of in-universe questions that keep researchers on superhumans up at night.

#spectershaped #K2 gives answers #geneverse

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purinsesukinny · 1 year

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Special Day

in which kenny’s siblings and friends scrounge up the resources to celebrate his birthday

Pairings: slight k2, mostly gen and friendship

Word count: 3032

Warnings for: none! just some light angst

[AO3 Link]

Kevin re-counted the amount of money in his hands, down to the last penny, and blinked.

“Mrs Marsh, I think you gave me too much.”

She peered over her glasses at him. She glanced at the money, and said, after a moment, “No, honey, I gave you exactly the amount I meant to give you.” Then, she went right back to the farm’s accounting books.

And normally, Kevin wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but this was thirty extra dollars. He took the bills back out, holding them out to her insistently. “It just don’t feel right, ma’am.”

Every week for the past year or so, Kevin McCormick found himself down at Tegridy Farms because Karen wanted piano lessons, and Shelly Marsh was the only person in town who Kevin knew was offering. Of course, that didn’t mean he had the money to pay for them— instead, he offered to do her favors for the lessons, and was aptly confused when she sputtered, turned red, then swung her heavy backpack at his head.

Which was how he ended up doing her chores.

So, every week, while Karen plunked away at piano keys —becoming a downright prodigy, if Shelly’s begrudging comments were to be believed— Kevin worked the fields and packaged the products with Mr Marsh, and if he had the time, he helped Mrs Marsh juggle numbers. This was where getting paid came in, since it wasn’t really part of Shelly’s chores, and Kevin was good at math when it mattered. (Being good at math when it mattered meant that the lights stayed on through dinner and that the household had hot water until next month.)

He was happy to help, happy to get paid for it, and when he asked Mrs Marsh if her husband was really okay with paying him for the extra work, she’d said, “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him. And if it does, good.”

She waved him off. “Kenny’s birthday is coming up, right? Consider this a gift from the Marsh family.”

“Oh, okay.” Kevin stared at it a bit longer, starting to turn pink. “...What should I get with it?”

“Something nice, Kevin!” She gave him an incredulous look that softened when he curled in on himself. “What do you usually get him for his birthday?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Gloves. New socks, if I have enough.” He shrugged. Anything that wasn’t threadbare and could actually help keep the cold out. Shit, he should visit the thrift store soon. He mentally set aside clothing money from what he’d just gotten.

“Well, what does he like?”

“Um.” Porn? Drugs? Cats? He couldn’t get Kenny any of those. How was he supposed to explain to her that he’d never had to worry about getting his siblings presents they’d like before, since before they hadn’t had the money to even consider it? It was too many words, and would've garnered more sad looks than he was comfortable with. The longer he sat there, not answering, the heavier the weight of her eyes became. It was making his hands clammy, so finally he just shrugged again. “Nas…car…?”

Brother of the year, really.

Karen would know what to get him.

He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his clammy, gross hands as Mrs Marsh said, gently, “Listen, sweetheart, Karen’s probably done with her lesson by now. Why don’t you go meet her out front?”

“Yeah… Thank you, Mrs Marsh.”

Ah, he realized as Karen hopped up into the passenger seat of his truck, chattering brightly about this sick riff she finally learned how to do, I never did get her to take the money back.

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Tegridy Farms was thirty minutes out from the town proper, and after about ten minutes of listlessly replying to Karen, she spent a moment just staring at him.

“So, Kev,” she started, pulling her leg up to rest her chin on her knee.

“Foot off the seat, Karen.”

She set her foot back down. “So, Kev,” she tried again. “Where are we going?”

He spared her a confused glance before shifting his eyes back to the road. “Home? Where else?”

“Wha— Home?! But you said we would go shopping for Kenny’s present today!”

“Oh.” He had said that, hadn’t he? He rubbed idly at the old scar that cut through his left eyebrow. “Hey,” he remembered the earlier conversation with Mrs Marsh. “What kind of present do ya think Kenny would like?”

When she didn’t answer immediately, he glanced in her direction again, only to see her with the same amount of guilt on her face as he felt roiling through his stomach. She smiled nervously. “...um. Porn?”

“...we can’t get him porn, Kare.”

She threw her hands up. “I know we can’t get him porn, which was why I was hoping you would know what to get him!” She huffed and crossed her arms while Kevin snickered at her expression. “It’s just like– I know he likes singing, but what else do you need besides your voice for that? I know he likes tinkering with the junk out in the front yard, but that’s the thing about tinkering with junk– all you need is junk!” He nodded along as she ranted; those were his thoughts exactly. (Kind of.) Then, Karen quieted, turning somber. “Come to think of it… he hasn’t been doing that stuff too much lately, has he?”

Kevin paused a little, in his movement to turn down the car’s stereo. He racked his brain for everything he’d noticed about their brother in the last couple of weeks, wanting to refute the point. But it was true. Kenny really hadn’t sung in a while. Not in the shower, nor while doing dishes, humming little ditties off the top of his head. He also hadn’t come into the house with his hands covered in grease, grinning over his latest metal monstrosity and showing it off to everyone who cared to listen.

Kenny, lately, had instead gotten into the habit of staring vacantly off into space, only stirring when addressed. He made barbed comments more often than he laughed, and he was starting to spend more of the time he was home holed up in his room. And Kevin would’ve chalked it up to hormones, except for the fact that he knew that Kenny spent as much time as he could with his friends before high school began. Between them and his part-time job at City Wok, there was no reason why he should be at home, holed up in his room, so frequently.

…unless something happened with his friends? It wasn’t like they didn’t talk anymore. Kenny’s friends still came over every now and then, making a ruckus and causing mayhem in the McCormick’s barely-standing household. So…?

“Y’know, Kenny’s been saying…” Karen was chewing on her bottom lip, fiddling with the drawstrings of her jacket. “He’s been saying that he’s scared that his friends aren’t gonna have time for him anymore.”

Kevin blinked. They were entering the town now, buildings accumulating as they drove. “He told you that?” He was honestly surprised that Kenny actually said it. Getting anything out of him, sometimes, was like pulling teeth. (Or, maybe, it was more that Karen was a talker and Kevin simply wasn’t.)

“I mean, not in those exact words. But he keeps talking about it– growing older, growing out of the things that you used to enjoy, forgetting things from when you were a kid.” Forgetting people, too hung unspoken in the air.

It was like he believed he had already been left behind.

And how could Kevin ever fix something like that? He’d never been blessed with the “big brother” powers Karen used to joke about Kenny having. He’d never been anyone’s guardian angel, least of all Kenny’s.

He puzzled over the question as he drove, absentmindedly asking, “Where were you thinking of going first?”

“Oh! Can we go to the library, actually? Tricia wanted me to make a copy of this picture I took…” The rest of her words faded out in Kevin’s ears as he finally figured it out.

He hit the brakes. “ Karen, you’re a genius!”

“ Aah!! How?!”

---

So far, for his birthday, Kenny’d gotten a $25 gift card to Bennigan’s with a neat little card from Butters, the entire first season of Hamtaro on DVD with a sticky note that read get cultured, bitch from Craig, and a set of cake pops in a baggie from Tweek that Cartman had demanded a stick of at lunch. All in all —though he was now down two cake pops, because Eric had snagged another one while he wasn’t looking— not a bad haul. All that, plus Kyle had invited the boys (Cartman included begrudgingly) over to his house after the school day, so Kenny even had Mrs Broflovski’s awesome cooking to look forward to.

After a long period of shitty day after shitty day, it finally felt like today was going to be a good one.

On the bus, Cartman invited him to a game of heads-up poker, and by the time they arrived at their stop, Kenny had soundly beaten his opponent, winning $50 doing it. “God dammit!” hissed Cartman, throwing the dollar bills at him.

Kenny gathered them up off the ground. “Shouldn’t’ve bet so much,” he responded, licking his fingers and thumbing through his earnings. “I warned you, man.”

“Remind me to never get you a present again,” Cartman muttered darkly as Kyle and Stan joined them on the sidewalk.

“You got me a present?”

“Well, no.”

Kenny rolled his eyes.

“You’re an ass, Cartman.” Kyle shoved past him to open the door.

Stepping through the doorway, Kenny’s eyes widened at the banner strung across the Broflovski’s living room, the streamers hanging from every corner, and finally at the poppers he was greeted with. He blinked. “Karen? Kevin? What’re you guys doing here?”

Karen and Ike each had a popper in hand, beaming up at him while Kevin stood a little more off to the side, wearing a smaller smile. Swallowing, Kenny took another look around. This was… really nice. He knew that Kyle had wanted him to come over because it was his birthday, but he didn’t think it would be like this. Decorations and the whole nine-yards. There was a pie on the table with a candle in it, waiting to be lit. Everyone was putting on party hats. His siblings were even here.

Kyle nudged him with his shoulder. “Do you like it?”

Nodding slowly, Kenny looked at him with what he hoped wasn’t a watery expression. “...pie?” he asked.

“‘Wishing You a Happy Birthday’ apple pie. Made it myself. It’s a bit of a working title, but ultimately I thought you’d appreciate the reference anyways.” Kyle grinned when Kenny giggled.

“Kenny!” cried Karen, coming up in-between them. She pulled him forward to sit in front of his birthday pie. “Sit down and blow out your candles so we can get to your presents! Kevin and I got you the best present ever, it’s gonna kick all these other mofos’ presents outta the water!”

A bit later saw him staring down into the flickering light of fourteen candles. Watching the fire dance made his chest feel cold. Another year older. Already, Kyle was spending more time practicing basketball with Tolkien and Jason, hoping to make it onto the varsity team fresh out of middle school. He’ll probably study like crazy, making new friend groups that could actually keep up with him academically. Even if he still saw Stan every day at school, Stan was talking about starting to volunteer at the animal shelter in Denver, and the farm was too far out for him to visit just whenever. But maybe if it was for their band… And Cartman was cagier than ever about what his plans for the future were, but Cartman’s plans could always be trusted to be stupid enough to bring the four of them back together. In sickness and in health, and all that.

The coldness had moved from his chest to his stomach. He was nervous, like actually nervous about this. As if not blowing out the damn candles can keep him from getting older. As if he could transfer his immortality over to the flames, and that would keep him from dying and being forgotten and dying and being forgotten, and suddenly the day that death finally sticks and his friends just fucking forget all about him altogether isn’t something to worry about anymore.

“Make a wish, Kenny,” murmured Karen.

With his heart in his throat, he closed his eyes and prayed that he and his friends could keep being dumbasses together. He blew out the candles.

Hearing a quiet click!, he opened his eyes amidst the cheering, locking gazes with his older brother. Kevin had a fancy camera in his hands that Kenny wasn’t sure where he’d gotten it from, but he couldn’t quite focus on it because Karen was cheering in his ear and Ike and Cartman were high-fiving because they’d both started requesting slices from the pie at the same time and Kyle was yelling at them both to shut up and Stan was pushing a box gently into Kenny’s hands and holy shit it was the Phyrexian Faves expansion pack.

“You know this is gonna make me pretty much undefeatable now, right?”

Stan rubbed his nose. “Nah, I’m only giving myself a handicap. I don’t wanna wipe the floor with you too hard next time we play.”

“Oh yeah? Wanna go right now?” Stan’s face paled, shaking his head ‘no’ as Kenny continued, “Come one, come all, gather ‘round for the rematch between reigning champion Kenny McCormick and challenger Stan Marsh, whose record remains a steady 0-33!”

“We don’t have time to watch Stan get his ass kicked at Magic,” deadpanned Ike. “There’s pie.”

Cartman nodded sagely. “Ike’s the only one around here that gets it.”

Kyle paused from where he was setting out plates, then shook his head. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about you saying that.”

Once Ike ran off with his slice of pie and Kenny’s friends had grabbed slices themselves, Karen waved her arms to get their attention. She was holding the fancy camera Kevin had been holding earlier. “Say cheese!” This time, after the flash, he curiously watched as film printed from the bottom of the camera. “I’ll give it to you in a sec, I know ya wanna see it,” she said, sweetness coloring her voice. “It takes about a minute to develop.”

The minute passed, all four boys clambering over each other to look at the finished product. Kenny held his breath at the photo. It was just a normal picture of the four of them— Kyle and Cartman looking moments from getting into a fistfight, Stan with his hands on Kyle’s shoulders talking him down, and Kenny leaning over the table to steal a bit of Cartman’s pie right from under his nose.

“Doesn’t look bad, right?” Kevin leaned over his shoulder to take a look at the photo himself. “Got you a camera. We thought it might help you with making memories and everything, since y’all are going into high school.”

“Wait, we need like three more of these!” Kyle cried out before he could fully process Kevin’s words.

Kenny’s friends gathered into a cluster around him as Karen giggled and lifted the camera again, clicking the shutter once, twice, three times. She set the undeveloped film down again, repeating the process; after a minute, Cartman flipped over the photos and started cackling. “I look so good, and then there’s Stan!” He continued cackling, pointing at Stan in each of the photos. He was blinking in one, looking very high in the other, and in the last one, he was still busy fixing his hat. Cartman, meanwhile, had the same expression that he wore in all his photos, the one that specifically made him look like an angel.

Kyle, too, was smiling in each of the pictures, with only one difference in the first one where he’d spent just a moment too long watching Kenny out of the corner of his eye. It was the same way he was probably watching him now, since a lump had risen in Kenny’s throat as Cartman and Stan were starting to yell. Kenny pulled his hood up and tightened the drawstrings in an attempt at hiding the way tears were welling up in his eyes. The room was full of his favorite people in the world, but that didn’t mean his brother and his friends weren’t going to heckle the hell out of him for crying like a baby over a couple of pictures.

So he didn’t cry, not one bit. Not even when Kyle pulled him into a hug, nor when Stan left the argument to throw his arms around the two of them. Not when Karen joined in, pulling Cartman in after her, and definitely not when Kevin momentarily set aside his aversion to touch to ruffle Kenny’s hair. Nope. “This is gay as hell,” he said, instead of crying.

He spent the rest of the day practicing taking pictures with the camera, with Cartman directing him on how to optimize lighting and angles and film storage for the best photos, since “a poor fuck like him” wouldn’t know how to properly use an instant camera. He took pictures of his sister sitting at the Broflovski’s piano to teach Ike a simple melody line of something from the Minecraft OST, of Kyle and Stan yelling at each other as they played Mario Kart, of Mrs Broflovski laughing brightly at a joke Kevin told. Cartman posed for him in front of the window, and as the sun set, Mrs Broflovski insisted that the McCormick siblings take a picture altogether.

And after that, Kenny still didn’t cry, but he did tuck the camera under the loose floorboard in his room. With the photos… he looked around his room. There was a bit of wallspace next to his window that he hadn’t covered up with posters.

He needed some tacks…

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a/n: happy belated birthday to the specialest boy on planet earth!!!!! i wanted to write him a little fic, but when i mean "little fic" i meant more like 500 words.... 100 words.... i was lucky that i was on break this week so i could knock this out so fast (like three days-ish. last time i wrote anything this long, it took me like a month... yeah i know ._.)

anyways i put so many headcanons in this bad boy!!!!! (i forgot to mention on ao3, but i also put a reference to a musical in there. lmk if you recognized it!!!) it was really self-indulgent and fun for me, but i hope you guys liked it too <3

happy belated kenny day 🧡🧡🧡

#kenny mccormick #kevin mccormick #karen mccormick #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #stan marsh #south park #my writing #this was supposed to be mostly mccormick siblings but unfortunately k2 has me by the throat x_x (affectionate)#happy birthday kenny!!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡

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i-identify-tanks-in-posts · 3 months

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Tank-Man, a question concerning Ukraine. Much of their domestic manufacturing base remains intact to continue production of Soviet style tanks. However, they are also gaining experience with various NATO standard tanks, and mutual manufacturing contracts with various European arms manufacturers. Should Ukraine switch to entirely Western-style tanks once the war is over? And if so:

EASY MODE: which tank should they choose (no limits) and why? HARD MODE (optional): You are not allowed to pick Leopard 2. Same question as above. CYBERPUNK LAZOR MODE: Same as above, but you can only pick from next-gen tank designs that are either prototypes as of today, or drawing board designs.

GO!

Damnit frogman, you know me too well. Yes, alright, I was going to say the Leopard 2a7, okay? Are you happy? But since that's off the table, I think Ukrainian doctrine could go one of two ways. One, they could keep the fleet of modernized T-80s they seem to be quite skilled with, and develop them further as time goes on, and hopefully with Russian aggression a distant memory, they'll eventually be able to develop their current experience with the T-80 and western tanks into a more hybrid design ethos.

However, if I had to pick a western tank for Ukraine to adopt off the shelf, I'd suggest getting a shipment of M1 Abrams, as most of the western powers aren't as keen on exporting their MBT technology as Germany is, and the Leopard and Abrams are the two main western tanks that Ukrainian tankers have experience in at the moment. So, Abrams.

As far as currently-in-development tanks? If test beds count, Abrams X all the way. It is, IMO, the most promising prototype of the 4th generation. However, if not, the K2 Black Panther is my next choice, because that thing's C4I capabilities give me a tingle in my pants.

I hope that answers your questions, and if not, just ask clarifying ones in the reblogs.

#tanks #war in ukraine #ukrainian tanks #german tanks #us tanks #korean tanks #military

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sansxfuckyou · 8 months

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Summary: Kenny play drums, Kyle's in drama, has a love story ever been laid out so easily before?

Warnings: Swearing

Authors Note: entering my dialogue era while I recover from the whiplash of finishing a 10K project. so yeah, enjoy some bullshit band kid kenny and drama kid kyle, no promises on quality because tired. the K2 is already like, established, in this one. hope ya'll enjoy

Kenny McCormick, older brother of one, and in his second year of high school. He's been thinking of dropping out, but there isn't exactly anywhere else that he can get his hands on a drum kit. They are much, much pricier than he initially expected them to be.

And he has friends here too, he doesn't really wanna just, ditch 'em. He'd be ditching them to pursue dreams of a garage band and working at a gas station anyways. Both of which are decent options, but not exactly ideal.

Still, he bides his time. Shattering drum sticks and near puncturing the instruments. Playing until his joints ache and until he gets blisters and callouses from it. It's a grand old time if nothing else, just for fun. For the euphoria of such a destructive instrument, the only one built for taking out his anger on.

"Kenny!"

He keeps playing, arms crossed over briefly and foot pressing on the kick pedal in perfect time. He looks up from his kit to find Kyle at the door to the band room, the few stairs down give him even more height on him. An arm rests on the railing as he walks down, he takes a seat on the floor a considerable distance from Kenny.

"Shouldn't you be practicing your role?!"

Kyle holds a hand to his ear. Kenny stops playing, pressing a hand to the cymbals to quiet them. He gently places your sticks on top of the snare drum and it rattles.

"Shouldn't you be up at the drama room, Ky?" Kenny asked, leaning over the upper drums of his kit.

Kyle scoffed, "Unlike the rest of those plebeians I've mastered all of my lines, expressions, and body language."

"Nice, you're way too fucking good at that shit. You should have an Emmy award on your wall," Kenny said, he gave a brief spin on his stool. He tapped along the cymbals as he rotated.

"I mean, I'm okay at it," Kyle said as he stood up and walked over to the spread of instruments. There was stray cases everywhere, someone left their flute on the piano. The redhead sat on the bench and pressed down on a key, "But we need some music."

"Music?" There was a bit too much excitement on his voice.

Kyle nodded, "Mostly a drum roll, but it would kill to have actual percussion offstage."

He's pretty sure he's grinning. He's definitely grinning.

"So," Kyle begins with, a devious smirk on his face, "Want in?"

"Fuck yeah! I'll totally do a drum roll for your play! Dude, it'd be a fucking honor," Kenny answered with an ecstatic nod, tapping the tip of his toe to the kick drum. It's bad for the instrument, he doesn't care.

"We already got a snare somewhere in the drama room, just bring your sticks," Kyle said as he stood up and took a couple steps closer to Kenny's kit, "Clubs after school, three fifteen to five."

He leaned over the crash cymbal, "I know, I pick you up on club days, remember idiot?" Kyle leans over and presses a kiss to Kenny's cheek.

"I remember, just making sure you knew it was today man. We don't usually do club on Wednesday nitwit," Kyle answered with smugly, he brought a hand to flick at the blondes forehead.

Kenny gives a hum, "I'll be there, and I'll make sure to wash all of the frog guts off."

"Aw man, you look hot covered in blood," Kyle teased.

"How much blood can there be in a dead frog?" Kenny asked as he gingerly pressed on the hi-hat pedal. It clattered depressingly.

"Good point," Kyle said, "Love you bro."

"We're literally dating," Kenny said.

"You call me dude, I call you bro," Kyle said, he brought a hand to his chest and blew the intensity of his words out of proportion. He was smirking, "Only fair."

"And you wonder why people think we're just friends," Kenny said.

"I'm literally in drama, Ken, I'm pretty sure they've figured out I'm a rampant homo. Although, I can see why they wouldn't be able to tell you are," Kyle said, he vaguely gestured to Kenny as he spoke.

Kenny glanced down to his outfit, "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"C'mon man, you know exactly what I mean. You need some flair, dye your hair, go goth- you've been wearing all orange since we were little kids," Kyle said, "I think I have some red leftover from last years play."

"Where you had to bleach your hair?" Kenny asked.

"Where I had to bleach my hair," Kyle echoed back, "You'd look good with a bit of dyed hair."

"I dunno dude, I think the subtle homosexual look is good on me. If another queer looked at me they'd know I'd be down to clown, and that's what it's all about," Kenny explained as he stood up and brushed down his jacket. He looked down at his outfit, "But you are the drama kid, you may be onto something."

"Exactly- really Ken, some eyeliner would fix you," Kyle said, "Helps draw attention to the face, it's why we always wear so much of it on stage. I think you'd look good with some iridescent black." He brought his hands to rest on Kenny's face, tracing over the shapes and contours of flesh.

"Dude! At least wait until we're out of school, or, in the drama room," Kenny said, batting away Kyle's hands and beating down the flush rising to his face.

"Good point, I got English, see ya in an hour or so," Kyle said before turning to take his leave.

Kenny loitered for a bit longer, science class was on the same floor, "See ya in an hour!"

#south park #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #south park k2 #sp k2 #drama kid kyle broflovski #band kid kenny mccormick #< i'll probably come back to this next time I get whiplash #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #south park fanfiction

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hexedrosel-arts · 1 year

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“I’ll protect them with my life. Even my mommy won’t get in the way...”

My digital art has gone stale, anyways I’m a rant about the ideas in my brain for this underneath

If you’re reading this please critique me. Now then,

Some basics I need to go over-

1.) This s mostly an explanation of how everyone gets into the situation they are in. This is mostly about the k2 kids, I plan to make one for the k1 kids, and everyone’s personality(excluding staff of course).

2.) Carla and Ron are partners in crime(Ron lost a bet okay).

3.) Ozzy’s third friend was the monster that attacked Penny, they were killed by Bob that day(Much to the principal's displeasure).

4.) There is a dumb class teacher, they are not that important, but they are worth mentioning.

So Penny found out about her mom’s experiments after her chip got fried. In a panic and chip malfunction, she killed her mother. Now Penny has to figure out how to get Alice out, and how to kill the other staff.

(Note: I’m not sure if Penny would let Bob die, after all he’s just a janitor with no idea what’s actually going on, and he, ya know, saved her. I don’t think she would kill Stevie either, after he’s a child who probably didn’t know as well. For now, just assume they get out safe.)

She decides to call Carla and Ron into the principal’s office(as it is a normal occurrence for them). When they enter they find the body and a distressed Penny. Carla has seen worse and more or less comforts Penny(also mentally celebrating), Ron on the other is more worried about what to do with the body. Penny gives an explanation, and she needs help dealing with the staff to save Alice.

Plans are discussed and they decide on who kills who, Ron gets the dumb class teacher, Carla all to excited gets to kill Danner, and Penny decides to finish the family bloodline. Stuff happens, staff dies, and the other k2 students get regretfully involved, and they go and save Alice.

(Note 2: I have no clue what to do with Agnes. Just assume she’s probably fine.)

Alice gets saved and everyone tries to leave... When Penny stops them. I should note that Penny is still malfunctioning, her chip is going haywire, she isn’t thinking rationally at all, and we don’t have Monty yet. So Penny stops them, she starts rambling about how adults are bad, if they go out they will become like those bad adults, and everyone should stay here, to be safe! We get mostly confused answers-

(Carla pointing out that not adults can be bad, I mean we have Bob!)

(Ron and Ozzy talking about their mothers and how there is no way they could be bad.)

(Madison and Alice are mostly questioning why is Penny trying to kidnap(?) them, they just saved Alice, let them go.) Felix and Teddy stay silent, Felix because he finds this discussion boring and “Teddy and I are on a strict schedule Pen, we need to be home soon.” Teddy on the other hand, he believes it full force. He knows what his father does(Felix does to, but Felix sees this as normal.), and his father’s chemicals are down here in this creepy lab for goodness sakes! But Teddy doesn’t speak because he’s afraid of how Felix and the others will react.

Penny realizing that no one is listening to her, maybe except for Teddy. She forces everyone to stay there, so she show them proof that all adults are bad! It was rather for a robot to falsify documents for people to listen, and plus it was even easier for the Huxley twins.

So after some lies(for the good of her friends, of course! And Alice can’t remember much, so let’s keep her safe as well!) Penny, eventually convinces everyone to stay, even Ozzy who’s schedule can be changed this quickly we promise! and it’s okay Felix, it’s just your father never loved you or your brother. This is when they start to work to keep themselves alive, stealing, crimes, you know, things five years-old usually do! Also some missing eyes and a broken leg, but it is mostly fine and dandy.

It was all fine, until a new school of kids moved into Penny’s school.

These kids seemed like the type who need to be saved in Penny’s mind;

The ginger with glasses and a scientist coat, the boy in a yellow tank-top and bandages, the boy with the red coat and contraband, the girl with pigtails and a pink vest, the boy with a striped shirt and yellow backpack. The kids with matching pink flowers.

They could be saved, Penny could keep these kids safe, just a little staff removal and possible false documents, but it was for the greater good. And after all,

They came to her school

They clearly need saving from those bad adults

#Rose-laced art #Hexed-writing #a bit of that #sorry but no main tag #kindergarten au

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Kim Je-ha in the K2: Should he have chosen Choi Yoo-jin over An-na?

The more often I watch the K2, the better I understand why Kim Je-ha fell for An-na rather than Choi Yoo-jin.

Just going by on-screen chemistry Kim Je-ha and Choi Yoo-jin were incredibly exciting to watch. Their dance around each other, this truce and trust they establish to achieve their common goals was pure brilliance from the writer. Seeing these two walk a tight rope between never letting down their guards, never completely trusting each other but having to trust each other just enough, while she kept falling for him, giving him more and more power over her... loved it. Both actors did an incredible job at bringing an intensity to each of their encounters, that could be felt through the screen.

An-na could only pale by comparison. I was disappointed by how the character was written the first time I watched it. I wanted her to be strong like Choi Yoo-jin, I wanted her to be more interesting, more equal to Kim Je-ha. I wasn't convinced that his love for her was more than a saviour complex. That he thought of her as more than a damsel in distress. My feminist heart feels frustrated at female characters that seem to exist solely for the purpose of having to be rescued.

When Kim Je-ha is first introduced to cloud nine and tells Choi Yoo-jin the story about Raniya, she asks if he loved her. He answers that looking back it is not certain, if the feeling was love or just some worthless sympathy. This conversation is picked up again much later, when he saves An-na from being killed by Choi Yoo-jin, who asks if it is needless sympathy this time around, too. It may be, he answers.

Haunted by Raniya's memory

As exciting the power struggle with Choi Yoo-jin is for the viewer, we should not forget what Raniya's death has meant for him and why he is so set on revenge.

He is haunted by the circumstances of her death, by his mistake of introducing her to people that should not have been trusted, by him underestimating the kind of people she would come into contact with. For years he's worked in an environment where everyone has an agenda, where people constantly lie, manipulate and back stab to achieve their goals for money and power. He comes from a place where he himself has been used as a tool in achieving these goals, where he has been betrayed whenever it was convenient and framed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, where he has lost loved ones because they heard things they were not supposed to know.

Choi Yoo-jin is one of these people. After preventing her from killing An-na, he tells her plainly, that he thinks she is just like Park Kwan-soo. He has not forgotten, that she tried to kill him, when he witnessed her husband in bed with a prostitute and that she tried to kill the elderly couple, because the might have overheard something. We get a similar scene, after he almost dies and Choi Yoo-jin does everything to save him, thinking, he stole the memory card for her sake. Are you not my friend? she asks when he reveals that he has no intention of handing over the proof.

He tells her, how much he despises people like her, who would do anything to maintain their status in life. He is disgusted by her disregard for other people, pointing out that everyone just wants to live and be happy, yet, if they pose the slightest threat to her, it is so easy for her to sacrifice people's lives. It seems clear, that the only reason he is working with her is to achieve his goals, that the target of his revenge, could have just as easily been her, if her and Raniya's paths had crossed.

He would have never ended up with Choi Yoo-jin. Their on-screen chemistry was amazing, but thinking they could have entered a romantic relationship with each other would have been completely out of character for Kim Je-ha.

Was An-na more than a damsel in distress?

Yes and no. She is a character who needs protecting, who is completely at the mercy of the people in power (mostly Choi Yoo-jin) and who has neither resources nor connections to help her break free. However, I believe that Kim Je-ha was drawn to An-na not just because he needed someone to protect.

Firstly, because like him, she is a play ball in other people's power struggles. For a long time she lived as a shut-in because of her dad's and Choi Yoo-jin's manipulative games. And she keeps being handed from person to person to be used as an "insurance" (e.g. by her uncle). Kim Je-ha relates to her story, because he knows what it means to be used, what it means to not have control over your own life.

Secondly, he's drawn to her because she is different to almost everyone else he comes into contact with. She is not corrupt, has no hidden agenda. She is pure and innocent where everyone else is tainted by what they have done and how far they're willing to go to achieve their goals. All she wants is to have control over her own life, to be able to make her own decisions.

Maybe he even envies her innocence. Wishing he could undo some of the things he's had to do as a soldier and mercenary, wishing that he himself could wash the blood off his hands and be freed from everything that burdens him...

They also both blame themselves for a loved ones death. During one of their evenings on the roof An-na asks him about his past. He admits that he was on the run, when they met in Barcelona, that he was framed for the murder of someone he loved, someone he failed to protect. She guesses that this is the source of his nightmares and holds him, comforts him.

It's probably the first time he's been comforted like this after Raniya's death, the first time he's trusted someone like this to feel safe enough to cry on their shoulder. It's a perfect mirror to a similar scene on the roof a few episodes before, where An-na opens up about her mum's death and her guilt over it. At that time, he was the one comforting her.

The scene also stands in contrast to Choi Yoo-jin's reaction to his story. What An-na sees is a man who's holding a lot of pain locked up inside, similar to her own and all she wants is to comfort him. Choi Yoo-jin sees his pain as a tool, an opportunity to use him for her purposes. It's not in her interest for him to feel better and to get over Raniya's death. She needs him to be angry, to keep holding a grudge, to keep wanting revenge.

An-na is in all aspects the complete opposite to Choi Yoo-jin. One could argue that her innocence, her lack of agency for at least part of the story, as well as how straight forward her character is, without secrets or surprises, is not interesting, almost boring to watch. Specifically, since Choi Yoo-jin is an antagonist, that has so many layers to her character, with a complex backstory and plot line that makes us constantly question if we can trust her and if she is a good or a bad person. But just because it is more interesting to watch, does not mean, that it is what Je-ha wants and needs in his life.

From what we know of his story, most of the intrigues and power struggles he gets involved in, are not chosen of his own volition. He usually gets caught up in them through coincidences or while trying to solve a different problem. He states several times, that he is tired of "these people and their games", which is not surprising, since he is a wanted man for crimes he didn't commit and has been living on the run and at the mercy of people in power for quite some time. I think he yearns for a less complicated life, where he doesn't have to watch his back all the time.

Coming of Age story

Both women undergo quite a transformation during the series. In An-na's case it might not seem obvious but looking at how she's afraid of any social interaction in the beginning, with zero opportunity to do anything and confidence levels as low as they can get, it is remarkable to see her start to take her life into her own hands (ignoring the fact she would probably need some therapy).

I loved how Kim Je-ha let her make her own decisions, too. He had his doubts about her uncle, but never tried to prevent her from seeing him, but rather stayed close in case something did happen. He gives her advice but doesn't take away her agency. He is completely different from everyone else in her life who keeps telling her what to do, trying to take control over her life.

It is a coming of age story that sees her grow up and build a life of her own, which is totally legit in it's own right, and just appears more boring when compared to the much more complex and to a certain extend mysterious character of Choi Yoo-jin. By the end of the series An-na has become a confident young women who makes her own choices and doesn't wait even for Je-ha to tell her what to do (the scene where she sends the email without waiting for him, is hilarious). And I can totally see them together living their lives just the way they want.

Is Choi Yoo-jin still my favourite?

Was Choi Yoo-jin's story still much more interesting? Yes, totally. I loved her and Kim Je-ha's scenes, I loved her character, I loved her development and her backstory. She is a fantastic (and one of my favourite) antagonists and was played incredibly well by Song Yoon-ah.

While Choi Yoo-jin starts out as a corrupt politicians wife, who yields a lot of power and is a master manipulator, she mellows the more she falls for Kim Je-ha. From wanting to pursue her goals at all costs, in the second half of the series she repeatedly tells him to stay safe, come back alive or to just abort the mission if things get too dangerous.

She's someone who's been betrayed by many people in her life, her actions stem from bitterness. She controls her husband, to prove that it wasn't a mistake having married him, but we can also see that she used to worship him and the pain and hurt he has caused her. There is a scene towards the end where her husband starts to be passionate and fight her and she admits that if he had acted like that much earlier, they could have saved their marriage. She yearns for respect, for an equal opposite her. Her husband doesn't give her that, he just let's her play with him to protect An-na.

Kim Je-ha is the first person who feels like an equal, who challenges her but also keeps her in check. He is the first person in a long time, who she can't control, who keeps defying her. There is this scene where he tells her that there's never been a master who hasn't betrayed their subordinate. But that they can be friends, because friends don't betray each other.

She does of course try to control him, and fails. Which makes her fall for him even more. In a world where everyone manipulates and back stabs each other, where you can't trust anyone's word, he is the only one who's straightforward and open about his goals. I love the scene where he admits that he's deleted that email (if it ever existed, but that's another matter) and says to her, that he believes that she is someone who keeps her promises. We can see how surprised she is, how unused to someone giving her the benefit of the doubt, believing that she can be a person of integrity.

Learning about her backstory, how her love match with her husband that defied her fathers wishes turned sour, how she's trying to control everything to hide the one thing she could not control... Choi Yoo-jin is quite a tragic figure. She becomes relatable throughout the series.

If he didn't love her, did he hate her?

Even though he says towards the end that he cannot be friends with her after all, they undoubtedly establish a strong bond between them. I loved how even after he admitted that he did not steal the proof for her, that he only cares about An-na's safety. Even then, she believes him, when he says he will take down Park Kwan-soo. She has no idea what he is planning, but she knows that he is a person of integrity and trusts him blind.

They say goodbye in Ep15 thinking they wont meet again, and he expresses how he wishes her to be happy, to leave cloud 9 behind, because there will always be people who want it's power and thus take her life. It's a beautiful scene, because she accepts that she can't have him. There are no desperate moves to try and stop him, or bind him to her. She recognises that he cannot be tamed and as this is what attracted her to him, she doesn't even think about breaking him. To me it shows that on some level her love for him was real and not just about possession and control.

As for Kim Je-ha, he does leave her to her fate initially, but when he finally gets the memory card back, he changes his original plan, to make sure, that not only, as originally planned An-na is safe and Park Kwon-soo will end up killed, but to also make sure, that Choi Yoo-jin can escape the bomb threat from her brother. Even right until the end, when she has been shot, he wants to save her, begging her to come with them to safety.

Je-ha never loved her. But she did touch his heart. He pitied her but believed that if she chose to, she could turn her life around. After everything they went through together, he wished her to live a happier life than she had until then.

(picture credit netflix)

#the k2 #jichangwook #kdrama #yoona #female lead relationship #villain #strong female lead #songyoonah

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