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natsmagi · 2 years
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that one meme circling twitter
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jey-draws · 2 years
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No amount of ice tea will save me from this sun
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duckiesocks · 2 years
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Little town in the mountains
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they had gay sex in the hunter association meeting room
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giscoded · 1 year
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*taps my tiny microphone* ahem
10k notes and I'll read homestuck
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itsjusteds · 20 days
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Somebody's gotta draw all 55 Spies are Forever characters, so it might as well be me :D The spies are forever brain worms are so strong, so so strong. I'm drawing every Spies are Forever character once a day until I've drawn them all
Today's character is my favorite male wife, Sergio Santos <3 Day 9/55
And yes I did draw him with the scar and longer hair from the promo because I am a Sergio promo design truther‼️‼️‼️
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saturncoyote · 2 months
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Journey's End, And Start
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Well known criminal Sage Solace and his work partner, Arthur Grey, share a moment to reflect as both sit under a small cave, blood clinging to their fur.
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It had been a rough day for Sage Solace, the greying cottontail sat below a small cave in the desert, really it was much more of a hole, he thought. His body felt heavy as he leaned back into the rocky wall, his fur stinged where dried blood clung to, surprisingly, most of it was his own.
 On the other side of the "cave", a old hare lay on his back, his work partner, Arthur Grey.  The so called 'Buckthorn' was still out of breath from the events before, although his wounds were definitely fewer than the rabbit's, of course, except for-
" How do you do this "
 A sudden question broke the silence, coming from where his partner was laying, it wasn't one unfamiliar to him, he had heard many "how's" and "why's" from many folk.. Many folk that were no longer around to hear the answer, thanks to him.  The hare continued:
" You told me before, that- Before we met, you traveled alone... How.. did you do this ? "
" You get used to it. The blood, and the chase, and the death.." the grey rabbit paused, his eyes locked ahead, unmoving " as natural as breathin' "
" I don't think i wanna get used to that  "
 The silence that followed was different from before, if the last had been uncomfortable, this one was like sitting under the burning sun, every passing second only made it worse. Solace felt his claws dig onto the sand below.
" Don't act like ya didn't know what you were signin' for when ya decided to follow me. " He snapped, though there was no real bite to any of it, not really. " You knew what i was about, yet you said yes n' followed me around like a lost kit, how quickly do you forget ? So let me ask you this time: why did you do it"
" 'Cause i like you "
 Silence, for the third time in a row, fell upon the dry air of the cave, though it wasn't as awkward as the last, Solace felt his fur begin to burn, and he wasn't quite sure if it was from his wounds this time.
" Even after all of this ? "
The hare chuckled in response, as if the answer was obvious.
" You're my Lucky Foot ! "
" ...I don't think your paw would agree with that "
 Solace finally let his eyes rest upon his partner's leg, during the final escape the hare had been shot as the two stumbled away from the scene, it was bandaged with a raggedy piece of cloth, stained from both his and someone else's blood.  The cottontail's ears twitched at sudden movement as Arthur attempted to sit himself up, a hiss leaving him as he leaned agaisn't the rocky wall, though that same tired smile returned to his lips as he faced his so called work partner.
" You may take me for a real fool, followin' you around, but... When i used to travel on my own, sure i met plenty of folk, but i never really saw any of em' again, and the ones i did were too few n' inbetween.. But travelin' with you is.. Havin' someone i can just, turn n' talk to ? That's... Real nice"
'Nice'  There was something about that word, or at least the way he had said it, a pause, like it had been carefully chosen.
" So that's what i am to ya, a shoulder to lean on ? "
" Well ! I mean- It's more than that "
 Solace watched as the other started to tap his fingers on the sand below, an action he had grown accustomed to, he continued: " You're my friend ! Of course i knew bout' all the.. DEATH n' stuff when i joined ya, i saw the wanted posters, they were kinda hard to miss ! But i think that, under all that.. blood n' fire, you're a nice person"
'Nice'  There it was again, but it was more than that, wasn't it ? Solace felt his fur burn again
" You know your face is gonna be on those same wanted posters after what we just did "
" I suppose so " The greying hare paused as he shifted his weight around to better accomodate his leg " Can you imagine ? 'Sage Solace and Arthur Grey ! Wanted dead or alive !' You n' me side by side ! I just hope they get my ears right " 
Sudden enthusiasm filled the air as Buckthorn waved his arms around, putting emphasis on each word he spoke, a sly smile filled his face, Solace couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
" You're being real optimistic about this "
" I gotta be ! " the hare quickly replied " If i just focus on the bad and wallow all day 'bout it then what's gonna be the point of livin' ? That's the real beauty of life, it ain't got a meaning until ya make one ! "
 Sage sat himself straight, the weight on his body seeming to diminish. " What's your meaning, then ? "
" Personally ? I think we were put on this earth to eat good n' have fun "
" That's a good meaning "
" What about you then ? What's your meaning to life ? "
 There was a pause, as the bloodied and greying cottontail looked beyond the cave they currently sat under
" To keep going " 
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luck-of-the-drawings · 11 months
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THIS IS HUMANITIES 11TH HOUR I THINK KIAN WAS RIGHT. THERE WAS SO MUCH HE COULD HAVE DONE BETTER BUT HE DID IT FOR GREAT REASON. THEIR RELATIONSHIP MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL. EVEN THE ECHO OF SOMEONE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU, AND THE ECHO OF YOU LOVES THEM TOO. they COPIED A HUMAN DOWN TO THEIR BASIC CIRCUTRY AS A SURVIVAL INSTINCT AND THE VERY WIRES STILL LOVE YOU. ITS THE ATMOSPHERE. ITS THE DISCORDANT AND SAD YET YEARNING CORDS IN THE AIR AS THE SKY REDDENS. ITS A WISH FOR SOMETHING MORE, PRESSING AGAINST INEVITABLE GLASS, CLEARLY NO HOPE OF CONTINUING OR BLOSSOMING. A PAINTING OF A MEMORY THEY WANT TO BE MAKING WITH NO CONCLUSION.
#cw gore#cw blood#jrwi blood in the bayou#jrwi bitb spoilers#jrwi bitb#jrwi fanart#AAUAUGHGHUHHGHH SO IM RELISTENING TO THE THIRD EPISODE RIGHT. THATS WHAT THIS PAGE WAS DRAWN FROM.#AND IM AT THE PART WHERE. YKNOW. THEYRE ON THE SEXY MOTORCYCLE AND GOING TO THE TREE. THEY LOVE EACHOTHER SO MUCH. FUCK YOUUUU IM WEEPING#ALSO I MIGHT ASWELL SAY HERE. i remember listenign to the first episode at midnight. i was heading to sleep bc i had work in the morning#and i remember hearing rolan n im like awww hes such a babyyyy lil baby giiirrrl#and then i saw his official art the next day n i was like. no WAY thats rolan he looks way too cool and chill in that.#AND THEN. and tTHEEHHEHEEENNN HE GOES AND DOES. WELL. YKNOW. N IM LIKE DAAAAAMAMNNN HELLO SIR!!!! FUCK IT UP MAN!!!! YEAHAHAHA I LOVE HIM!!#OHHH and yknow what lemme say some shit about RAND!!!!!!!! 'i love you man' 'i promise i love you man' HE CARES ABOUT HIS FRIENDS SO FUCKIN#AAUUUHHHH RAAAANNNDDDD HE WAS SO READY TO DIE. HE WAS PLANING TO DIE. UGH.#ALSO I STILL LISTENING N I JUST GOT TO THE PART WITH KIANS SONG TO BECKY. SOBBING SOBBING WEEPING IM SO EMOTIONAL ABT THEM#RUN AWAAAYYYY OOUHHOOOOO JUST TAKE MY HAND AND RUNN AWAAYYYYY EHEEEM HEEM WILL BOY YOU SHOULD BE RUNNING!!! U SHOULD BE RUNNING!!!!#HEY hey cmere. cmere n listen. im workin ona lil music video. right. been chippin away at it for the last few months#its supposed to go along with tha song 'am i in heaven' by king gizzard n the lizard wizard#go find it. go listen to it. see my vision.#HEY HEY IF U REBLOG THIS. RAMBLE ABOUT BITB N SHIT IN THE TAGS PLEASE I NDEED TO HEAR OTHER THOUGHTS. GIVE ME UR BRAIN#ALSO JUST GOT TO THE KISS SCENE BTW. ITS SOO FUNNY TO HEAR BEBO FREAKING OUT LIKE NOOOOO NNOONONO N MAKING SOUNDS. HES RIGHT#'do you want me to take anything off?' DSHUT UUPP BECKY I LOVE YOU. WHATEVER.#OKAY okay im nirmal now (lying) imm gonna go cry. alot. hope u do too. pls enjoy myart
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loaflovesdoodling · 7 months
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would you mind if i asked you to explain your metadad to us (tumblr doesn't let me use question marks in asks) 👀
Sure! Did that a couple months ago in the AMA, and I'm gonna do it again! >:D
So, starlings, right, their bloodline's outcome is always up in the air. There's no real way to tell which baby belongs to which parent other than their genetical corredor, their DNA can get really messy during development and you know at this point the only trustable source might aswell be the starling's instincts.
Now, as I said in my previous AU rambles, Kirby is only partially Meta's biological son due to Meta's genes getting fucked up by Nightmare's game of Magic the Gathering, but all that happened way before Kirby was born, so how did he turn out to be his child, even if not fully biological?
Let's break this down:
As I said earlier, "their bloodline's outcome is always up in the air.", meaning that not even the parent knows when, or even IF their child will come to be, as they are formed in their own Starship when the time comes. Somewhere, when Meta was at his lowest, a star fragment shone on the ground, and, upon picking it up, he saw it fade away in his palms. That simple gesture was enough to determine Kirby's arrival, and so, he did. Except that, somehow, his genetical corredor was the same as his father's before the corruption. Theorists speculate that the stardust would copy your DNA and purify it for a slight amount of time, but it's still uncertain.
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lilscottishlesbian · 24 days
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I kinda wanna do my own Dialovers university +Modern day AU including my ocs
Idk it just looks fun to do
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silenthillbunni · 23 days
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#maybe maybe one day i'll be ok??#maybe i'll manage to get my high school diploma#maybe i'll get a student housing apartment in another city. maybe i can study to become a pre school teacher...#(not my dream job but the only job that seems possible for me)#maybe i'll be able to work on my anxiety and avpd and become more calm#maybe i'll be able to exercise the way i want nd become physically strong#maybe i'll be brave enough to try apps to make girl friends i can hang out with???#maybe i'll get back into writing nd posting it. maybe i'llhave more fun w insta and taking photos again??#maybe i'll fix my relationship w my sisters nd talk to them again??#maybe if im lucky i'll meet someone who i fall in love w who falls for me too? maybe someone will one day choose to be with me??#maybe i can get a real apartment nd have a job? maybe i can even live w a partner one day? and maybe i'll have friends?#maybe i wont be all alone forever?? maybe i wont feel this alienated nd isolated for my entire life??#maybe maybe maybe my life can be alright....? can it really be?#i dont have much hope. but maybe??? plz plz plz let it be so let it be so#and maybe for now.. as im lower than i've ever been before..#maybe i just need to be able to eat more normally again. then i can have my coffe chocolate moments w youtube#and i can watch kdramas nd have dinner. which are two moments that make me feel ok nd calm#<<< i feel ashamed abt it but comforting eating is a thing for me. im gnna be alone 4ever anyway so might aswell just accept thats how i am#so yeah maybe maybe i'll start feel a bit better when i can disconnect from everything nd just get immersed in a kdrama nd have dinner lmao#idk. i just dont feel like i'll ever have a real life. i'll never have what i dream abt (which isnt even much. just love.. just love lmao)#so then i can daydream nd live by reading books nd watching kdramas nd tv shows nd also write a lot#but ofc in my freetime bc i need a job w a stable income nd my own apartment. even if i dont love my job i need one that i can be ok with
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bloogers-boogers · 9 months
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Kyle Brofloski/Eric Cartman (SP one-shot)
/Insanely obsessed/
Summary: Post covid special but Stan couldn't fix the timeline and Kyle is deranged.
Slight Warning ⚠️ has sensitive topics I do not reccomend reading if you're aren't able to handle that sorta thing!(blood, injuries,violence, games, cheating, probably stockholm syndrome,etc.)(no, theres no r*pe! Just 'typical' comedic kidnapping like with Scott Tenorman or the hand slaughter murderer, ginger cult or the the big foot hunters) Please spare yourself the uncomfortable read.
Author's note: First time writing this type of stuff involving fucked up scenarios but I tried. Pls tell me if it's deranged enough hehe if you're wondering where this came from is from a previous post I written here
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Humming was all the redhead man did while sharpening his trustful knife, looking his way to the dark corner of the room he's in.
A smile crept his face, looking fondly at the weapon, "you know? I used to be kinda fascinated by knives when I was a kid.. sharp things to be in fact," he blurted out loud casually, turning his way facing a tied up man who muffled lightly in protest to be let go, growing tirelessly aswell by his previous fail attempts.
His brunette now greasy and tangled hair covering most of his face. His body all tied up in chains around a wooded plank unable to move just his head and feet.
"Do you remember the metrosexual trend? Haha! I remember having team up with Mr Garrison, having ofcourse my beloved knife with me," he beamed holding on to the knife with excitement and a hint of nostalgia, looking at the man who looked straight at the ground not bothering to pay him mind, "are you hungry? Is that it, fatso?" He mustered a little bitter by the lack of attention he's receiving.
"I'll be right back," he commented not expecting a reply back, heading upstairs.
He had dragged that fatass to a cabin inside the woods it was a one ground floor but it had a basement that worked as a food compartment, it was pretty average size, but it was perfect nonetheless. There was only a small window in it but he covered it with a blind just at night, he wasn't that cruel.
Coming back with some chips in hand, jumping each stairs with delight, "I swear~ by the moon and the stars in the sky~" he sang placing the chips in a chair as he crotch infront of the man getting to his level.
The brunette man being none other then Eric Cartman: former archrival. Now married man, respectful rabbi and father of three children.
Cartman glared at him with reddened puffy eyes and some dark huge circles under them.
"Got some chessy poofs for you, fatass. They're your favorite aren't they? I believe I remember they were," he said, acting as he was trying to recall the fact. But was deeply aware of everything Cartman liked and disliked.
He tried feeding him some, like a tourist trying to feed peanuts to an elephant. But removed his hand quickly as Cartman had tried to bite him the moment he untied the rag off his mouth.
"Uh-uh uh, bad Cartman bad!" He smacked his head receiving a hiss in pain from his part.
Cartman still remained silent as he glaringly watch every move he did, he was enjoying the attention he was now giving him.
To summarize it all leading to this moment, it was after being revealed to him their future could've turn out different, having reuniting with old friends, having to attend one of his best friends funeral and then realizing his arch rival, the most piece of shit person he's ever met was living a happy married life while he lived miserable and lonely.
It was fucking unfair.
He slapped Cartman's cheeks with each single thought his way, making them swollen and bruised, standing up as he grabbed a bowl and shove all the cheesy poofs inside.
"You'll get hungry eventually," stating that, he place the bowl below Cartman's reach, still mouth unfolded. Still not spitting a single word his way.
"¡Why Kahal! You dumb jinger jersey jew! How could you! You forgot to add me some kfc chicken on the side," he mimicked Cartman's childish whiney voice, "but I shouldn't be surprised, a person with the three 'j''s' have ever done anything right in there lives."
"Shut up, Cartman! I can't drive back town whenever your fatass feels like it!"
"But kahaaaal! I want some kfc!"
He glance at Cartman but he showed no real intention on snapping back, he 'tsk' pacing back and forth throwing his knife straight to the board he had previously place in the wall hitting a photo of Cartman and his family in a fit of rage. Losing all his patience.
It hit directly at the fatass face already covered by previous holes.
He smirked having cause the real man in question flinch by the noise. Grabbing his knife once more and approaching him, crouching back to his level and holding the knife against his neck.
"Say something, asshole." He warned coldly, "I didn't go all the way to New York for you, just so your ass to ignore me like I'm some crazy lunatic."
"I– I want to go home..I won't tell a soul I promise.." he pleaded almost in a whisper, but that made him dig his knife even further against his skin making him gulp by the sharp knife against his adams apple, "o-oh, Kyle.. uh– I.. think, I am just a little hungry. That's all," Finally admitting out loud as sweat fell like rivers down his face, chuckling nervously.
He smiled, grabbing the bowl next to him, hand feeding the cheesy poofs like feeding some stray animal.
Caressing with his now cheesy thumb against Cartman's bruised cheek smearing the cheese all over him as he trembled under his touch, "atta boy, that's more like it."
Sometimes he forgot how much Cartman's voice had changed since children, it wasn't unpleasant but he rarely got to hear it nowadays only remembering briefly the times we're it was mostly noticeable for the hint of sarcasm and false innocence.
Now..
It was more mature and it was calmer, he liked it.
He already had in mind how to put in good use of that voice of his.
Once Cartman finished the entire bowl, he stood up walking to a near desk, placing all the chip bags to the side and grabbing his chair.
Seating down, he opened a drawer and grabbed a polaroid camera, sliding his rolling chair with fun next to Cartman and grinning widely as he snapped a picture of the two.
Now shaking the picture frantically for the color to appear and the two silhouettes fill the blank polaroid.
"Look at us, we look good. Well, atleast I do," he stated, eying the brunette as he rested his left elbow on his shoulder and gripping his cheeks with his free hand forcibly making him look at the picture.
He nodded fanatically as he was reviewing it internally, agreeing to everything he said.
The night had finally arise, and he stood up from his desk having worked piles of school paperwork, ofcourse he had to keep up with work now having to maintain two.
He stretched his arms going upstairs and grabbing a bucket, sponge and soap.
"Bath time, fatass!" He exclaimed, almost running back downstairs, jumping the last stair. Placing the bucket infront of the chubby man as he grabbed the hose that was slid from the outside of the window through inside.
Filling up the bucket with water, now setting a small bucket at the side and filling it up with water, adding soap while soaking the sponge in.
He carefully slid Cartman's plain white button shirt off, brushing his skin lightly with his fingertips.
Grabbing the sponge squeezing some of the soaked water off rubbing it against his chest, tapping and smudging it all over, trying to rub all the dirt and sweat off. Then his back, armpits, his sides, waist and lastly legs, crotch and ass. He wasn't too comfortable washing Cartman's ass at first but after the first couple of weeks together, he just saw his body in the ways a nurse would see their patient while bathing them.
Though, he must admit. With time, he's visualize Cartman's body as something very beautiful. It was kinda in like a artistic viewing way.
Admiring it; every curve and softness while he scrubbed every inch of his body, it'd be a pity if he were to lose weight and lose that scrumptious figure of his.
He sighed tirelessly resting his head against Cartman's bare back hearing his beating heart and light panting.
He fixed Cartman up, clothes right back on as he grabbed his bag.
It was time to go back home.
"I'll come back tomorrow," he waved goodbye as he left the cabin heading back to South Park.
Tapping his fingers against the wheel as a song resonated in the radio.
His phone rang, placing it in the cup holder as he answered.
"What up?" He spoke.
"Kyle, did you hear what happened?" Stan asked almost dreadful. He kinda guessed what could it possibly be about.
"What happened?" He fake a shock tone, lowering the volume of his radio.
"It's, Cartman, dude. He's gone missing. His wife contact me today asking if I knew anything about his whereabouts, his family is very worried right now."
"No way dude, since when?"
"She says it's almost been a month already, like.. what could've happened to Cartman?"
"Maybe he just bailed off? You know how much of an asshole he is, Stan. Wouldn't be surprised if he ran off to make a new careless free life."
"Kyle, I think this is serious. I don't think Cartman is that much an asshole, he's seemed change when we last saw him."
"Not my problem, Stan," he admitted, humming lightly as he turned a street.
"Kyle, I know you don't believe in Cartman changing. But he was still our friend–"
"No, Stan. We weren't friends, he made my life miserable when we were kids. Mocking and taunting me all the damn time."
"C'mon, man. Don't take offense to this, but you use to share your fair share yourself, you mocked Cartman because he was fat as fuck, and you still do even if Cartman has shown to you he's grown."
"Cartman was fucking with me, he did that on purpose to get rise outta me."
"You can't act like there weren't times you and Cartman shared actual good moments together."
"No, not even one good memory I can pin point, Stan."
"Oh god, Jesus christ Kyle. What about the time– uh.. well there was this once– Kyle you can be so damn difficult sometimes!"
It didn't surprise him how Stan found complicated to recall any good moments between him and Cartman gone through. Stan can be quite oblivious to most things, lacking attention, even though, it makes sense he wouldn't grasp anything about them when they kept their personal and intimate moments very hidden in the back of their mind far from others to reach.
"Stan it's not my fault that you're now finding some sense of purpose by trying to look for our missing 'friend' just cause your life is miserable and hallow."
"Your life will be forever empty and hallow without Cartman around!"
"What's that supposed to mean!? He literally lives in New York," he slammed the wheel, finally parking in his driveway, "and I'm perfectly fine without him, living here in South park."
There was a long pause before Stan spoke again.
"Kenny would've tried looking for him.." he mustered as ruffling noise were heard through the line.
He sighed, defeated. Low blow to use Kenny against him.
"Fine, but I'll search through the web I can't just be leaving work when I please y'know."
"Fine. I'll be heading to New York in a couple of days and gather up more clues, I'll text you when I find something."
And with that he hanged up, he rolled his eyes as he entered his dark almost unoccupied place.
Doing his nocturnal routine before going to bed. Stan's words had hit him hard, empty and hallow..
He looked at his ceiling thinking about Cartman, and what could he possibly bring him for lunch tomorrow. He wonder if he was trying to attempt on getting out this very instance while he was away, which is most likely but he was sure of the security he's put and being very certainly it'll be 'Cartman proof'.
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"Hey, fatass. Missed me?" He greeted placing a bag in his desk, now approaching the man who had seemingly pissed himself.
"Guess, I'll be very busy than usual these days. Apparently Stan found it being a great idea to go look for you," he explained circling around his chair, finally stopping and resting his hands on it, eyes narrowing Cartman's.
As his eyes lit up somewhat hopeful.
"Before you get your panties in a twist he won't be looking for you here. He's going to New York," he smugly stated as he savored Cartman's saddened expression; losing hope once more.
"Anyways, why not we play a game today?" He asked, bringing out a small roulette with already written games on.
Cartman denied frantically as he squinted his eyes almost screaming but the noise reduced into a loud muffle because of the rag in his mouth.
"And a one and a two–" he began, now turning viciously the roulette letting go as he waited for the lucky choice.
"Ding ding ding!" He exclaimed clapping his hands not too enthusiastic, as the roulette had stopped in number 7.
"Guess marbles eating it is!" He grabbed under his desk a box, looking through his shit until he found the marbles.
He kneel down, as he puckered Cartman's mouth gripping it hard with a free hand, now taking off the rag.
"N-ngh!" He winced out trying to avoid being force to eat a small tiny marble.
"Eat it, or I'll shove you the big one!" He warned with a narrow, making Cartman reluctantly obey; swallowing a red marble out from his hand, his lips brushing against it.
He shoved a couple of more in his mouth finally feeling pleased once Cartman swallow them all at whole.
"Good boy," he said, now bringing the bag he had brought with him.
Sitting infront of him as he crossed his legs, taking out some kfc chicken, potatoes, gravey and biscuits.
He munched on a chicken leg not taking off his gaze from Cartman's glaring stare. He winked at him teasingly as he continued to eat infront of him not sparing a piece at the fatass.
His eyes glued at the chicken and his mouth was basically dripping drool, the sound of his growling stomach echoed the walls.
He smirked while looking at the pathetic display, gesturing his half eaten chicken at him, Cartman hesitated for a bit his facials soften in worry before reluctantly leaning forward and eating the most smallest piece from it.
He move it away and continued eating a few bites before placing it again infront of Cartman, gesturing once more for he to take a bite.
Cartman then ate another piece this time it was quite bigger than the first bite, but their was still some chicken left as he was attempting to not leave it in a fully naked bone probably worried if he'd do wrong if he did exactly that.
That fact that Cartman was being more mindful of what he'd think/want instead of himself spread him with pride.
A immense satisfaction his way by Cartman's submission and obedience.
He gently caressed Cartman's fiery hair, making him flinch by the sudden gesture. He placed what was left from the chicken leg for he to finish it.
He almost gobbled it down with rush, he hold in a snicker as he distracted himself playing with Cartman's hair, and grabbed another chicken leg feeding it to him while still curling his hair with his fingers and tugging it slightly before twirling it around, looping some strands.
It was so soft.
The day cease once more to its end, the difference now is that tomorrow would be his day off, so he figured why not stay the night?
He brought in a sleeping bag and some books, Cartman arched a brow confused as he layyed down next to him, sliding the book underneath him and opening the first chapter, signaling with his index finger what he wanted him to do.
He heard Cartman gulped hard as he cleared his throat poorly.
He hasn't heard Cartman speak at all since yesterday which was just him pleading to be let go. And it was actually driving him crazy.
So this would make a nice change in their new dynamic.
He tucked himself as he waited for Cartman to read him the book.
"Chapter one.." he spoke very so softly, he could've sworn he was whispering if it weren't for the small cracks and brief pauses in his voice feeling exhausted himself, "The city of beef wellington a cold place where people lived in a starving crisis as broadcasting news reported Gordon Ramsey had stolen and used most of the supposedly endless food supplies for a cooking standoff‐"
He closed his eyes as Cartman's voice soothe him like a lullaby.
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After a calming night, he tirelessly opened his eyes stretching his arms out from the sleeping bag, turning to his left looking at a sleeping Cartman. Drool fell from his mouth as his eyes were shut tight showing off those big eyelashes of his. The book still underneath while being open and left off on the page Cartman had last narrate for.
He tilted his head looking at Cartman's messy hair, it seemed curled..
He figure it could be because of how tangled it's been left for, so he went upstairs and grabbed a hairbrush, once back startling the man awake as he began brushing his hair unnoticed.
It wasn't as tangled as he expected it to be, and the more he untangle it the more wavy looking it looked.
"What's with your hair, fatass?" Sliding his fingers in his hair, feeling it's softness and curling texture.
Cartman moved his head lightly, tired eyes looked down as he was still drowsy.
"My hair..? What you mean..?" he mustered quietly almost with effort.
He brushed harshly trying to straighten it back but it still remained wavy, making Cartman flinched in pain by the careless brushing.
"It doesn't go to it's normal texture, what gives?"
"Ah.. I suppose it was inevitable.."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I actually have natural curly hair.. like you Kyle."
His eyebrows raised in surprise, now leaving the brush on the floor, "what?" He asked incredulous.
"I just straightened and gel it down all the time when we were kids.. for me.. it was embarrassing, and my mom use to not like it that way either so since preschool she'd straightened it down all the time.. my hair kinda just got use to it by now so it's kinda waved down quite a notch.. and now with out caring for it, it's probably just getting back to it's nature curls I suppose.."
He looked at him attentively, contemplating the new revelation he's been told.
No fucking way.
"You use to always taunt me for my curly hair!"
"And I'm sorry.."
"Don't fucking apologize!" He punched him in the stomach out of pure rage, causing a 'hmph!' from Cartman, feeling the cold metallic chains against his skin. Leaving a red stingy mark in his knuckles as he stood up.
He stormed off outside, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his car, slamming the door shut now leaning his back against it. Lightening up a cigarette before inhaling the nicotine substance, glaringly looking at the trees surrounding the cabin.
Contemplating murder, feeling betrayed and lied to all his damn life. Over some damn stupid hair.
Stepping on his cigarette, he opened his truck taking out a bat and slamming it right back shut. Heading inside and going downstairs looking at a now trembling brunette, who looked at him scared.
As he should, cause what he's about to do won't be the slightest pretty.
He slammed the wooden bat in his stomach, each hit with more forceful rage. Causing Cartman to whined in pain and whimper screaming apologetic pleads, blood coming out from his mouth, tear falling down his glossy eyes wanting for it to stop.
But he didn't bare listen or care, grabbing his so curly hair with a hank making Cartman yelp. He grabbed his knife from his pocket slicing some of his hair off before letting go and heading to his drawer. Still not finish as he hold on to some scissors.
"Snip snip," he mustered loud enough for the man to hear, menacingly opening and closing his scissors now walking and standing infront of Cartman.
With his index finger he raised Cartman's chin making him look at him with those teary puffy eyes.
He placed their forehead together feeling their heated panting mix together and breathing regulate.
He back away now snipping some of his hair off as it all fell to the floor he grabbed a small batch and place it in his drawer for forward sticking it in his journal. But for now his focus was still maintain on his rival.
His beautiful half long hair chopped off and spread carelessly on the floor, and the man in question whimpered quietly sniffing lightly as snot slid down to his mouth.
Humming as he took a small razor out from his bag, he'd normally use it for shaving some of the edges of his beard but he figured this wouldn't be entirely different.
After minutes of shaving every corner of Cartman's head, he finished gracefully. Leaving a shiny scalp on him.
He yawned as the day was starting to end.
Settling his stuff aside as he swept those loose strands of hair away, cleaning it all up while Cartman had doze off through that period. He kicked him, causing him to snap back up with a small 'owe..'
He didn't bother on feeding him as some sorta punishment for lying. Liars can't be forgiven so lightly, so he thought.
He left back home, pretty early than usual, he was even waved a hello from a neighbor he rarely even interacted with.
He layyed back on his empty bed, and reassured his guilty conscience his reasons were all justified and he'll make it up by tomorrow bringing something Cartman would love; maybe a chocolate cake or some two patty burgers.
Once back, he was in a more cheerful mood, after dropping off at some new opening burger joint he knew Cartman would like, he had bought some burgers and fries, with and additional soda beverages. He also didn't forget dessert buying one of those cheese cakes with chocolate on top decorated with two strawberries.
He walked down stairs, noticing he had forgotten to close the curtain the previous night as the sunlight hit the window straight to Cartman's face as he winced a eye shut by the beaming light, it all left an ethereal look.
Cartman's now fully grown hair as if an episode had previously set into credits creating a new set of events to occur, was already the first thing that stood out to him, his curls bounce to the side as he moved his head in a tired manner. It shined beautifully with the light hitting against it. The chocolaty brown made his hair look so heavenly he felt quite envious but also quite merciful for being able to witness it at it's full glory.
"Wow," he mustered out, carefully placing his bags on the floor.
He stood next to Cartman, crouching down to his level ruffling playfully those curly brown locks of his.
"I doubt we would've made fun of you for this, fatass," he gestured lightly with a tugging on his hair.
Cartman said nothing dismissively avoiding his eyes. It was obvious he was pissed at him for the previous night.
He sighed defeated, "I know, I know. But your hair is back so get over it will yah?" He stated before reaching his arm out to one of his bags and dragged it towards him, "I got you something that'll cheer you up."
Taking out a burger and unwrapping it, gesturing him to take a bite but he refused in a stubbornly manner.
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colliequacksalot · 4 months
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Ravens can sometimes help wolfs hunt/find unknown carrions
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clmfusded24-7 · 6 months
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I keep seeing this on tiktok and I wanted to do it but I don't like posting on tiktok so I brought it here :)
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I refuse to believe that The Jeweller's Hands is the least played track on humbug:
the ending with headphones is the closest feeling someone can get to floating. and I'll die on this hill.
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