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(man... i wish i could make my own theme,,)

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petalscented:

The girl has never seen someone so timid around her, usually, it was the complete opposite when meeting new people. Was she that intimidating? Did she say something wrong? She soon waved her hands in front of the boy, trying to get his attention.      “ Helllloo? Are you okay? You look flushed!  “

“Ah--” Stan blinked twice and stepped back, his face growing a bit redder before he stared back at her. Oh no, she noticed! His stomach churned and he ended up blurting the first thing that popped into his mind when he spotted her.

“Y-you’re really pretty!” 

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hypnosbeliever:

Owen, was dead ass asleep. His phone awakens him, and he groans as he picks himself up from the comfort of his bed, and read the text with blurred vision. He sloppily typed back a ‘yeah sure, be over in a few’ and sent it, before Owen packed his shit and trudged down the steps, past his passed out father. He wrote a note for him, but knew he’d never read it. Not like Mr. Olsen gave a shit about Owen. He leaves his service animal at home, knowing Stan has dogs, and didn’t want Inky to get hurt. He takes a cane with him instead, and heads out the door.  He arrives at Stan’s pretty quickly, the narcoleptic boy knocking on the Marsh residence’s door, and waiting, shifting weight onto the cane at the doorstep. Upon it opening, the sleepy teen waves, offering a small smile. 

When Stan received the text he put his phone away and waited. He approached the front door and opened it to see Owen standing at the doorstep. Stan smiled back and stepped over to let the other inside. “I’m really glad you came. We can play video games and stuff later, but... there’s some things I’ve been wanting to get off my chest and I can’t turn to my family about ‘em.”

Rocky slowly walked over to Owen and sniffed him once before sitting down at Stan’s side silently. 

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For SOME REASON, Stan found himself incredibly nervous around this girl. He fumbled over his words, his face went red, his palms were sweaty. That, and he felt very nauseous. ...what was she saying?? He tuned her out by accident. 

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@blxebxy-spxcemxn

“Y’want this bottle, you’re gonna have to take it from my cold, dead hands.” Stan mumbled, shooting a glare toward Craig. 

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@hypnosbeliever

Stan found himself texting messages to Owen into his phone, wanting to hang out with the fellow nineteen year old. Why? One, he wanted to get to know the other male better. Two? ...the raven haired boy was feeling pretty lonely and just needed someone to talk to. He couldn’t talk to his parents or his sister about his problems, especially stuff dealing with his drinking.

He hoped Owen was willing to come over for a couple hours, or even spend the night to make sure Stan didn’t do anything stupid. A simple ‘hey, wanna hang out at my place tonight?’ was sent and he waited silently for a reply back. 

Hearing a whine, he glanced down to see Rocky, one of his pitbulls, watching him with a sad look. Stan brushed his free hand along the dog’s fur gently before staring back at his phone screen. 

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(would anyone want a starter or something?? my hands are shaking and i really need to calm down and-- rping might help)

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Send one in for my muse's reaction || Buffy edition

“If the apocalypse comes, beep me.”

“I am way off my game. My game’s left the country; it’s in Cuernavaca.”

“No weapons. No backup. You don’t go after a demon that size by yourself.”

“I can beat up demons until the cows come home, and then I can beat up the cows.”

“I’ve been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re kind of a fuddy duddy?”

“I’m probably the only girl/guy in school who has the Coroner’s Office bookmarked as a ‘favorite place’.”

“I don’t handle rejection well. Funny, considering how much practice I’ve had with it.”

“Sometimes, I should just not say words.”

“You’re the one freaky thing in my freaky world that makes sense to me.”

“I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”

“I care if you live or die. I’m just not sure which one I want.”

“Don’t make fun. I worked long and hard to get his pompous.”

“Do you want me to answer that or shall I just glare?”

“They say young people don’t learn anything in high school nowadays, but I’ve learned to be afraid.”

“There’s no problem that cannot be solved by chocolate.”

“I laugh in the face of danger. Then I run and hide until it goes away.”

“’The count of three’ is not a plan. It’s Sesame Street.”

“You can trust some guys. Really. I’ve read about them.”

“Do you want to go out sometime? For coffee? Or food? Or kisses and gay love?”

“You wanna kill the world, you start with me. I’ve earned that.”

“Love makes you do the wacky.”

“I’ve come to redefine the words ‘pain’ and ‘suffering’ since I fell in love with you.”

“I’m pretty spry for a corpse.”

“The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.”

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(New Stan Marsh blog here, ran by Rowan! If you’d like to interact, click the heart or reblog!)

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(if anyone could help me find some stan icons i’d love you forever)

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;verses

;just a drunk legacy

-blog’s main verse where Stan’s nineteen still living in South Park. 

;he’s such a tool

-the fractured but whole verse basically.

;quoth the raven nevermore

-verse where Stan never grew out of the Goth phase (from the “Raisins” episode in season 7)

;quiet little mountain town

-canon verse, more or less, where stan is a kid. 

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(gotta make a verses page and then get a good theme and this blog’ll be good to go)

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;bio

Name: Stanley “Stan” Marsh Nickname(s): Stan, Staniel  Age: 19 Date of Birth/Zodiac: October 19th/Libra Place of Birth: South Park, Colorado Gender: Male (DFAB)  Race/Species: Human Language(s): English, Latin (learning)

Physical Description Height: 5 ft even Weight: 120 lbs

Body Type: Ectomorph Eyes: Blue Hair: Black Skin: Light peach

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Honest, loyal, sensitive, moralistic, brave, depressed, animal lover Fears: ??? Mental illness(es)/disorders: Clinical depression Sexual Preferences: Bisexual biromantic Place/Type of Residence: Lives in an apartment with two dogs. Family: Randy & Sharon (parents), Shelley (sister), Marvin, unnamed grandmother, Jimbo Kern, Flo Kimble

Trivia:

-Stan is an alcoholic. 

-Sometimes he smokes weed.

-his two dogs were adopted from the local animal shelter. Both are pitbulls, their names are Rocky and Rita. 

-he works at the local animal shelter.

-graduated from high school but hasn’t attended college. 

-can play the acoustic guitar.

-enjoys singing.

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;rules

Blog is for Stanley Marsh from South Park. Canon divergent & deeply headcanon based.

I DO NOT ROLEPLAY WITH PERSONAL BLOGS. IF YOU’RE A PERSONAL BLOG AND YOU FOLLOW ME, DON’T SEND ME IC ASKS.

Blog is NSFW for possible blood/gore, swearing, depressing themes, and more. Don’t like, please don’t follow.

Blog is private, multiship friendly, and multiverse friendly. I will not follow and RP with every single person who follows me or sends me an ask. I probably won’t even answer all my asks.

Please don’t follow me if you interact with/follow any of these people.

As for shipping, I can (mostly) ship anything. And I do mean anything.

Mun is 18+ and will under no circumstances rp smut with minors. 

Blog is oc friendly as long as your oc has pages. That means at least a rules and an about page.

I do NOT RP script. If you try RPing script with me, your ask will definitely be deleted/ignored. I DO RP novella, one liners, and crack RPs.

If you wanna plot, let me know. I love plotting, even though I kinda suck at plotting.