#I love knitting tweek so much??

[tweakerist]

I'm reading your new fic and like, every sentence is just so mesmerising. I'm trying to get better at writing lately so I've been really paying attention to all the fics i read and your writing is just phenomenal. that sounds so dramatic but like, every sentence starts and ends differently and never really starts with he/she/they (something I'm terrible for) like you say things in the most incredibly unique way without sounding like a try hard. like you take words that everyone knows but you use them differently and we're all like wow how did they do that.

'There's a napkin in his hand, extending across the table, before Tweek can start wiping his dirty hand on his knitted sweater and having to walk around school with his clothes dirty until the last bell'

LIKE WHAT?? it would've been so easy to say 'craig passed tweek a napkin' but you did thattt. im only about 200 words in but your crazy and a brilliant writer and i hope u know that honestly

literally got tears in my eyes reading this im not making it up thank you so much for appreciating my writing you don't know how much it means to me :') ive been writing (in spanish) since i was very young and i was constantly frustrated because i felt like i wasn't as good as someone i knew who also made fun of my stuff, but instead of quitting i just started writing in english to avoid his mocking. i put all i have in my heart into everything i write, no matter how short or silly it might be, and i do it because i love it more than anything, writing has always been my biggest passion but apprehension usually kept me from sharing anything i wrote for a long time. it wasn't until i got into this fandom that i decided to work to lose my fear of posting my work because i felt like i belonged and that at least one person would appreciate it. every single comment and kudo means the world to me, but this particular one just drove straight to my heart and i will cherish it forever. thank you so so much.

[alister312]

For the drabble requests, Gregory & Christophe suddenly have a “free day”. No missions, no planning, nothing. How would they react to having this day off? Would they lose their minds, needing something to do? Would they take the day to relax? How they react is up to you!

this actually filled up the rest of my time at work nicely so thank u very much!! they don’t actually do much relaxing in this but i liked building the scene 🥰

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For better or worse, Gregory’s internal clock never let him wake any later than 6:30AM, sharp. Not that he minded. Any time past that meant the day was really getting away from him and he couldn’t have that, could he?

So he woke, not with a start or slowly, but deliberately. He stretched. The other side of the bed was empty, Christophe being afflicted with the same curse as him. Unlike Gregory, though, Christophe could go back to sleep if he so chose. Today wasn’t one of those days though.

Christophe hadn’t gone far— Gregory could see him on the balcony of their flat, hunched over the railing. He had a mug of something in his hand, likely coffee. Gregory forbade him from smoking this early but Christophe still craved something bitter. The kettle was still warm, so Gregory made himself a mug of tea before joining Christophe. There was little acknowledgement of this besides a grunt that meant “Good morning.”

Once his tea bag had properly steeped, Gregory took a sip and sighed.

“Lovely morning,” he murmured.

“Mm,” Christophe nodded.

“We’re meeting with Corey later to see what he’s found for that Italy job, aren’t we?” Gregory asked.

“Non,” Christophe shook his head. “Zat’s tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Gregory pursed his lips, miffed he’d misremembered. Sure, it was early, but he hated not being at the top of his game. “Well, that must mean we should meet with Tweek about paying us for getting rid of the last of his parents’ debt collectors. I’ll call him when I’m done with my tea.”

“You sent ‘im an email about zat last night.”

“... Did I?”

“Oui. I checked for a reply zis morning and ‘e ees not free until Tuesday.”

“I see.” Gregory took another sip of his tea, trying to figure out what was going on with his memory. There had to be something on their docket today. “Shall we go over the blueprints of the upcoming charity auction again?”

“You said eef we didn’t take a day off from zat we would overthink ze job.”

That Gregory did remember. He’d felt himself going insane the harder he forced himself to stare at it, the lines all blurring together into a jumbled mess. It was an easy job too, secretly standing guard, just a favor for some friends. Absolutely nothing worth stressing over.

“Perhaps we should reach out to Damien?” Gregory mused over the brim of his cup. “He usually finds himself caught up in something.”

“Non, Damien’s still on ‘is ‘oneymoon,” Christophe said. “I zink Pip plans on visiting every single castle een Britain.”

“Naturally,” Gregory nodded. “Kenny?” Christophe shrugged, but the nonchalance of his response meant Kenny was off the grid. He had a tendency to do that after getting himself into particularly dangerous situations. No one knew where he went, but he always showed back up eventually. They’d stopped trying to find him during these periods years ago, after Gregory once exhausted his entire network and a good amount of his wealth in vain.

Gregory took a long sip from his tea, feeling his nose twitch as he knit his brows in frustration. Was he forgetting something? Or could this truly be a day of nothing? Christophe stretched his arms out before standing to his full height and setting his coffee down on the balcony railing.

“Gregory. Viens ici.” With a quick sigh, Gregory complied, setting his own mug down and leaning into Christophe’s waiting arms. He hadn’t paid attention to how cold the morning air was but Christophe was so warm that Gregory couldn’t help but shiver for whatever part of him was still exposed. Christophe draped over him, head bowed so he could place a kiss on Gregory’s neck..

“You’re looking for problems zat aren’t zere, cheri,” he murmured.

“I know,” Gregory half laughed. “God forbid we take a break for once.”

“If zat beetch forbids eet, zen zat ees exactly what we will do. Allez. We can watch zat British baking show.” Christophe started to pull Gregory back inside the flat. Gregory protested half heartedly, inwardly debating, still trying to find an excuse to get something done. It was as tempting as it was terrifying, a whole day devoid of plans. Christophe’s coaxing won out, though, and Gregory relented. Today, they’d take it easy.

[ask-tweek-and-those-guys]

The headcanons I promised!

CRAIG

-Exact opposite of Stan, he box dyes his blonde hair black

-He knits little hats for Stripe

-He knits big hats for Tweek

-He actually knits all of his gifts for Tweek

-He doesn't like coffee, he prefers energy drinks

-Autistic bc he is me

-LOVES SPACE

-Space and guinea pigs are his special interests

-Vans kid

-Although he prefers roller skating to skateboarding

-He has those glow-in-the-dark stars all over his ceiling and National Geographic space posters everywhere

-Stripe has a super awesome house/play area thingy

-He actually brings Stripe most places

-He sits in his hat

-Or his front pocket

-Lots of blue in his wardrobe

-He's got like 6 of the same blue NASA hoodie

-He also brings his knitting bag everywhere

-It helps with stimming and stuff

-That's also why he didn't ditch his hat

-He plays with the flaps to stim without bringing much attention to himself during class

-Tweek finds it super endearing

TWEEK

-Crochets!

-He gives Craig crocheted guinea pigs in return for the knitted sweaters

-Tweek also brings his crochet stuff everywhere

-Helps with his anxiety

-He doesn't like the way energy drinks taste, they're too sour for him

-Coffee is nice and bitter

-He keeps his hair tied back so he doesn't tug on it

-Craig braids it sometimes

-He smokes a little bit when he's extra stressed

-Only cigs

-Never drinks though

-Hates the way alcohol tastes

-He doesn't like the idea of having a bad trip or just being alone while under the influence, so if he does smoke a little weed, it's always with Craig's supervision

-He rarely smokes weed though

-Doesn't need it considering what's in his parents coffee

-Craig's room makes him feel so safe

-If Tweek is ever having a panic attack, Craig gives him his hat

-It grounds Tweek really well

-If Tweek is panicking in class, Craig will literally drop everything to go get him from class

-They have a special text code

-If Tweek puts double exclamation points at the end of a message, then Craig knows he should call the school and pretend to be Tweek's father

-A bit difficult given his nasally tone, but he manages to fool the office

-Besides, Mr. Tweak calls him out enough to work at Tweak Bros. to make it seem real

-They usually go get Tweek's favorite fast food to make him feel better

-It's Jersey Mike's

-Subway stresses him out

-He loves subs though

-Craig always orders for him

-In return, Tweek gives him the cheese from his sandwich

-Tweek still tweaks, but not nearly as bad as when he was a kid

-Craig has taught him some grounding tactics and they work super well

-(Craig researched anxiety for hours after they got together)

JIMMY

-Silly fella

-He's a goofy guy

-He's strangely good at helping with anxiety

-He doesn't have it himself, he's just helped Tweek enough times to know some stuff

-Love cats

-Like his special interests are cats and comedy

-He will stim so much if a cat comes and sits on his lap or even near him if he's writing a new set

-He knows so many obscure cat facts

-He probably spent hours researching every breed he could

-Has an adapted vehicle so that he can go places without having to call a friend for a ride or get an Uber

-Likes to read

-He loves the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books

-His favorite though is actually a super sad book

-When Breath Becomes Air

-He may be a comic, but he can appreciate a sad biography

-He's got a green thumb

-He and Tweek run the gardening club

-He's also in the board game club with Tolkien

-President and head editor of the school newspaper

-Takes writing very seriously

-He unironically loves minion memes

-Like he just thinks they're so cringy and hilarious

-He also probably knows all sorts of cool friendship bracelet patterns from going to camp so much

-He def gives them out at the beginning of the year

-Does his stand up routine for the guys at lunch

-He hates having his crutches decorated

-Makes him feel like that's all he is, the kid with crutches

-He randomly wears suits and for the whole day he'll just do a stand up bit the whole day

-He's just a silly lil fella

CLYDE

-Kinda whiny

-He makes Craig drive him everywhere

-Tacos are his favorite food

-Scared of dogs

-(Not so) Secretly crushing on Scott

-He's captain of the football team

-Sportsy fella

-He's kinda stocky

-Not as bad as Cartman of course, but he's got a little weight on him

-Loves 80s-90s styles

-Def a crybaby, poor kid

-Still super sensitive about what happened to his mom

-Craig is his best friend

-Craig will beat up anyone that makes Clyde cry

-Huge flirt but he's def easily flustered

-Fidgety kid

-He's got ADHD

-Because I said so

-He's underrated tbh

-He and Jimmy run the comedy club for school

-He's a silly lil guy

-He always joins Jimmy on suit days

-He's really a good guy

-LOVES TAYLOR SWIFT

-Huge TayTay fan

TOLKIEN

-Academic tbh

-He thinks reading is dumb though

-He likes when people read to him though

-He's also a huge Taylor fan

-He and Clyde run the school's fan club

-Although Tolkien would never admit it

-He wants to save a little face

-Loves cooking

-He cooks for the gang all the time

-He makes them all hang out at his house so that he can try a new recipe during movie night

-They always get to be the first ones to try it out

-I don't have much for Tolkien, sorry y'all 😔

[tweeks]

You got any soft Creek headcanons? Any sweet things they do for one another?

hehe yes i absolutely do

for craig

he indulges tweeks every wish like stuff he would never do under any other pretense he does with a smile on his face because tweek asked him to or because he thinks tweek would like it i think of craig being really really nonchalant about literally everything in his life hes very simple and straightforward but… Theres Just Something About Tweek that makes him act like a 13 year old girl with a crush like craig has a bad memory except for remembering really weird things about his bf craig cant emote but tweek makes him smile craig doesn’t like complicated things unless the complicated thing is tweek this is always his one exception and hes also really upfront about this like blatantlyly lets it be known “i wouldn’t do this for Anyone i really Cant do it for anyone except for you” “usually i dont do x thing but for tweek i will” hes terribly straightforward about how much he likes tweek and its very charming to literally only tweek lol

tweek

tweek really likes craig like. really really likes craig and has a hard time expressing this not because he doesn’t understand his feelings but because he is always Felling So Many Things and is kind of scared of how craig would react if he was as affectionate as he really wants to be!! craig is tweeks favorite person he likes Every Single Thing About him but feels thats so intense and weird so he tries to be very subtle about how much he fucking loves craig but sometimes he becomes so overwhelmed with his feelings and does random huge decelerations of love out of nowhere or he just looks at craig for too long and gets upset at how much he likes him and has to yell hes also always making things for craig 80 thousand origami crafts knitting him scarves making him cute plushies and keychains he mends craigs clothes he watches every movie craig recommends and tries to surround himself with craig in small ways buys things that remind him of his bf so he can think about how much he likes craig

[pineappuu-pineappley]

Knitting/yarn/needle arts + Tweek hcs

Because I Cannot Stop thinking about this

Tweek probably read somewhere that repetitive motions can calm people down and he looked to crafting

He came across a knitting tutorial and ended up watching most of them on youtube then he signed up for classes

He's literally the only kid there, the other people are grandmas but they love him

Because Tweek Tweak is such a talented and artistic boye he picks it up real quick

He only uses wooden needles because they're not that sharp and they got more grip cuz he's paranoid about dropping stitches once he got the hang of knitting

Craig and those guys amazon prime him some pretty wooden needles on his birthday or for christmas cuz all he has are those plain wooden ones

Tweek panics over dpns but once he learns magic loop it's over for you bitches there's only one circular needle to care about not 4-5

He knits in the "throwing" style probably because he feels its more stable. Tweek also never tensions his yarn with his fingers, he's probably a very tight knitter anyway

Tweek brought his knitting to school once, he stabbed whoever made fun of him with his needles

"cAN YOU MAKE STRING INTO FABRIC??? FIGHT ME"

He stabbed one of his sharper ones through cartman probably LMAO

His insomniac ass stays up to 3am looking at knitting patterns

Tweek once tried making lace, he panics over the deliberate holes but it ends up beautiful instead

He assures himself he did a good job after blocking it

Fair isle is "too much pressure", don't even know why lace isnt

Speaking of patterns, this boy would literally match the gauge to the t, even going so far as to wash and block a swatch if it's a wearable,, he's that paranoid about it

Tweek steals craig's fabric softener for his acrylic yarns LOL thank god for laundry bf

Tweek kinda would get sad cuz there are so many knitting group things and he's the only one doing it (not counting the grannies)

If he gets tired of knitting he looks to do other crafts and activities like cross stitch or baking or writing music or building legos

He starts to knit when everyone is taking a break from video games or something. Its comforting for him to have something in his hands (maybe thats why he holds craig's hand so much too ;) ;) )

He only ever picked up crochet to make amigurumi and he would make aliens for craig's birthday

And some stripe replicas

And,,, dinos?

Craig likes to watch him work

When tweek is done with the amigurumi that is meant for craig and if they're hanging out together, he just throws it into craig's face

"I'M DONE!" [flings at craig] "oof, oh thats cute, honey. is this stripe #4?" "yeah,, it's for you" "nice"

Most of tweek's amigurumis are small enough to make into keychains and there are like at least 3 on his schoolbag

Obviously craig has like 4 guinea pigs on his own backpack

And a bunch of aliens and ships

And a cross stitch of the surface of the moon and a water colour painting of oppy

A-and a full sized crocheted guinea pig plush,,,

Tweek gives a lot of his amigurumis as gifts

He might probably get away from working at the back of Tweek bros coffee because Richard decided that they could sell cup cozies

Tweek manages to get some money by lying about the price of the yarn he needs to make those cozies cuz he buys the yarn and keeps the change

Tweek once thought of collecting stripe's fur to make into yarn to make something out of for craig but its too tedious

[k-indie]

But Did You Like It

Pairings: Gamer!Rindō x Game Developer!Reader

Situation: in which Rindō falls in love with not just the game you made that he beta tested...

The game was beyond amazing.

It had your coworkers reeling from the trailer alone. You were proud of it, but not nearly as much as you should've been. You wanted your childhood friend to play it and tell you all about how amazing it was before you let your department publish anything, not even the pre-trailer.

There was something cute about the way he'd knit his brows together when he was focused on the games he'd immerse himself in and how he'd mindlessly bite into the snack he had at hand, making you wish it was your lips he was biting so tenderly.

And when you did have him beta test it, it took him almost two weeks to finish it. The game had great graphics, the plot was difficult just enough to keep any gamers coming back, and it was the perfect length to keep people interested. It also offered multiplayer and co-op features that would allow players to run around the digital land freely if they didn't want to play story-mode.

You were beginning to get antsy when he slowly imbibed the slushy you'd bought him, biting into his pizza his usual pace but to you seemed teasingly slow. Your fingers drummed on the table impatiently, watching as he swallowed smoothly and looked back at you from his gaze on the screen across the room.

"Well..."

You slowly sighed, calming your anxiety as he began to speak.

"It's long."

You sighed and lolled your head to one side, annoyed.

"Okay... What else?"

"The plot is pretty cool."

You were getting ticked off with the one-liners, hoping he'd open up more instead of dangling that carrot.

"The last boss is extremely hard to beat... But it's worth it in the end."

Your satisfaction was being teased, just an inch closer to where it should've been thirty minutes ago, the start of your lunch break. He'd finally finished the near two-week long testing and he didn't show you any emotion, deciding that if he teased you about it a little bit, you'd spend that much more time with him instead if leaving so quickly as you normally did to get it published and immediately work on a new project. He could admit openly that he was fond of you, but nothing further, he didn't want to scare you away having seen how treated the last guy who had confessed more to you than his love for your games.

"So... You like it?"

"It's definitely going to make production a boatload of cash."

You groaned inwardly, disapproving his comment openly with your expression.

Just tell me already...

"But do you like it?"

A lopsided smirk found it's way to your eyes, teasing you further and for the last time.

"I like more than just your game, (Name)."

You were too excited to focus on what the sentence meant, hyperfocusing only on the fact that he liked your game and as you were about to get up from the table, his hand found yours and tugged you lightly before you could run off as quickly as you could to get the publishers on the task.

"I wanted to tell you something else."

"What could that be? You already said you liked the game. Is there something wrong with it?"

He almost laughed at the confused face you gave him, finding it endearing that you cared so much about every thought, feeling, or opinion that ran through his handsome head. "No, nothing. I think you may have missed what I said before. I think your game is perfect. In fact, it's almost as perfect as you are and-"

"(Name), are we publishing it or not?"

Your coworker yelled at you, quickly snatching you up from the table and leading you out of the lounge to finish the last tweeks and publishing credits for the bug reveal that would be in three days from then. You looked to Rindō as you were dragged along behind your colleague, wondering what he was going to say, jealousy storming his eyes at how the man was gripping your attention and wringing it's neck, away from Rindō and into an abyss he didn't like to stare into.

How long would it be this time? How long would he have to wait to see you, tell you what he couldn't finish that day? When would you give him your time he desperately needed, deserved, wanted? Couldn't you blow off work for a while? Sure, you'd had a wonderful following and plenty of income to last for many years and take care of your future generations if you decided to have them— hopefully with him. But it was something you were passionate about and he knew it, but he couldn't help his selfish thoughts about you, wishing you'd just quit your job already and spend your time with him, love him the way he loved you.

Rindō had been a fan of your ideas and the way you expressed them for years, and when your first game was published, he was the first to play it before you decided to appoint him as your beta tester.

That afternoon, he went back to his flat, disappointed and deflated at the failed attempt to spill his feelings to you. And he waited long hours for a text from you that never came.

"It'll be published in two days. We're having a celebration that day as well for the big reveal, bring a plus-one if you want, it'll be an open party. To (Name)!"

Your district manager had raised a toast to you, the best game developer they'd had in decades, bringing the entire department back to life from your first hit game and you'd been highly sought after by many other companies but you wanted to stay in Tokyo with the small-fry company you worked with for the sole purpose of being near your friends and family in Tokyo.

And when you raised your glass, you couldn't help the burning desire for Rindō to be there with you, see his beautiful smile at your tenth successful video game in that decade, tease you about the faux-alcohol that your manager insisted on pouring for everyone, and congratulating you before the event you hoped he'd accept your invitation to. You still couldn't shake the words he was saying earlier that day, but you had lots of work to do and couldn't spare a moment so you decided to finish the toast and get back to work quickly to be able to spend more time with him after it was done and take a break from production to give him the time and attention you wanted him to have and receive that same energy from him.

When the morning of the reveal came, you had called Rindō, hoping to hear a grand yes from his pretty lips as you asked for his company at the event that night. When he said he couldn't, you were distraught, groggily and lazily preparing yourself for the day, not putting much energy into the outfit for the evening at the disappointment that was heard when you shut your phone down completely. Figuring he was busy, you tried to shake your sadness away and focus on the announcement of your game on live television and some other recorded channels.

You had a speech prepared for the game at your managers request. And you almost rejected it last minute before recalling the sole reason you'd made that game and you wished the reason had accepted your invitation to be your date.

And when you it was time for you to arrive at the venue, you were already forgetting the disappointment because the venue was fit for a queen— to show off her futuristic action game.

Your eyes drunk in the beautiful sight that was the building, taking your breath away almost when you laid eyes on the purple carpet, it was just like from your video game, triangles in bright reds and blues tessellating along the carpet as your heels stomped proudly over it. The lights dancing across your skin made you look like a character from your game almost— minus the outfits and lack of certain alien features.

There were all sorts of game developers, beta testers and producers at the venue drinking and mingling and you were at the center of it all that night. Maybe you'd win an award after the game has been deemed eligible for nomination.

You couldn't help the mindless desperation to look in every corner of the room to find that beautiful lilac-haired beaut that you missed so much. And when you didn't find him, you sat at a table designated for you and your team, where an unknown man sat beside you and began asking you about your game developing techniques and potential shadowing he could do. And you indulged his endless questions, being vague for most of it so he didn't try to steal or sell you out to the press so no one could leak important information about you.

And before you could tell the annoying man to piss off, your name was shouted out loud, earning a loud round of applause, whistles, and screams that your 'game trailer was fire', you had gone up to the podium where you'd give your speech about the game, how it came to fruition, and other things in that regard.

"Thank you all so much for coming and thank you to the viewers watching this right now. Your support has given me great courage to continue my journey and career in game development."

The crowd cheered and you allowed a moment for everyone to settle down. You hesitated, looking down at your notes, ears ringing at the sudden silence from the crowd and building, overwhelming emotions. You sighed as you folded the notes and set them aside at the podium.

"Honestly, I was going to refuse to do this speech at the last minute. I felt a bit disappointed that someone I love dearly couldn't make it tonight for whatever reason. And then that same thought made me realize that I made this game for that person and it wouldn't be right if I didn't tell you all about it."

Rindō was slowly entering the venue as he heard your voice on the speakers, stealthily slipping into the room so he didn't distract anyone from you.

He found a seat at the table nearest the exit and stared up at your form in partial confusion as he wondered who it was you were referring to.

"I make action games because my friend loves them. He would always whine to me about how the games he'd play were trash, the final boss wasn't worth his time, and how the hours he put into the game were hours he'd never get back. I didn't want him to feel that way anymore so I started my career in game development to appease him, to make him happy. I loved video games because of him, they became my passion because of him. And the game we published today..."

Your eyes searched the crowd, realizing the admiring faces and prying eyes as you pause between your sentences, looking for that person in the event they did show up. And when your eyes found his, you couldn't help the slow grin that played on your pretty lips.

"Was the last game I planned to make for him before I took time from developing video games to develop our relationship together. I wanted a game that would represent the growth and strength of our relationship, to show the world what two people are capable of when they work together, when they conquer something together, when they protect something so meaningful to them in the same way you protected me from that bully in middle school and the parent that didn't know how to be one. I made this video game for you, Haitani Rindō."

You watched him closely as his lips formed a small circular shape at your revelation, his eyes flickering admiration, love, adoration, and a frenzy of other overwhelmingly beautiful emotions. He smiled at you and you smiled back wider, the entire crowd looking over at him as the spotlight moved across the room to shine over him, his features highlighting in the pretty blue hues.

"Roppongi Revengers is for you, my love."

"I can't believe you made that game for me. I had a feeling the characters were based off the two of us by how they interacted, but I couldn't focus on it because the game was too enticing to pick it apart. (Name), I–"

You silenced his rambling with a chaste kiss, hoping he'd pull you back and kiss you again, but he stared at you silently, blankly, surprised.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I thought-"

He pulled you back against him and let his lips hover over yours as he spoke, "You thought right, my love."

And the spotlight hit your swaying forms on the dancefloor as you embraced each others lips passionately, arms falling over the others as you hugged each other tightly to you, the sounds of clapping and screams of excitement falling in deaf ears.

It was only you.

It was only Rindō.

And that's all you'd hoped for after fifteen years of making video games for your new boyfriend.

[alemonyoyo]

Jimmy/Tweek👀

Is this not the most adorable thing you have ever heard of? No? Oh wait? You're lying?? Yeah, I thought so- This shit is wholesome AS FUCK-

Tweek being a freaking MESS while Jimmy is trying to get him to vibe. They are both high on meth, but in different ways- I can see being Jimmy who is someone very "typically romantic." He literally takes a hooker out to dinner for christ sake, and I think he would do conventionally romantic things for Tweek like get him chocolates and flowers and teddys! Which Tweek adores and keeps forever because they remind him on someone he loves so much!

I always think to myself two things about Tweek, that he most definitely writes poetry and knits. He writes beautiful long poems professing his love, discussing his thoughts and true feelings, and Jimmy loves them! And, in an adorable attempt to bond, ends up writing a rap for Tweek, saying its "spicy poetry." Tweek also knits small things for Jimmy, a scarf, small toys stuffed with loosed pieces of fabric, all cute things :)

I love this, this is so cute, I need to just imagine them more because goddam this is adorable-

If I were to sum them up, it'd be Panicker x Procrastinator.

They are just, too cute.

Stupid dumb head empty boys.

[errorunknownuser]

If you’re still doing prompts could you do one where Craig is having a panic attack about something and since Craig is so invincible in Tweeks mine he worries really bad and while Craig is going through depression and stuff Tweek is just asking the girls what to do when your boyfriend is sad.

Trigger warning: panic attacks, mention of a shooting

College was something new all together. Professors not giving a fuck if you show up to lectures. Students getting wasted nearly every night…. I won’t lie, it was a bit of a culture shock.

The fact I got accepted into this school was a miracle enough. My ADHD riddled brain does not do well with school. And the best part of it all? I was roommates with my best friend and boyfriend of 3 years, Craig Tucker.

I could talk about Craig for hours. We’ve been best friends since elementary school and dating since junior year of high school. Craig was unique. He has this really dry humor that offends 75% of people but it’s brutally honest and always appalling. Craig also has this crazy ability of playing pinball. At the arcade he hides the highest score on the majority of the pinball machines.

Plus, Craig is like this invincible badass. Junior year Cartman was an asshole to us when we started dating. So Craig punched him and threatened Cartman to the point he cried and left us alone. Like I said, he’s a badass. He gained a reputation after that. My point is- Craig is my anchor. He makes sure I take care of myself and is always there for me.

It’s cheesy, and I’d never admit it out loud, but I have daydreams about marrying him.

“Tweek! Did you finish that paper for psych 101 yet?”

I jump in surprise and look up at Craig who is leaning over my desk as he stares at me. I smile sheepishly and point to my open my laptop that has half a paper written.

”Uh- kind of.”

”How much do you have done?” Craig reaches out and runs his hand through my messy hair. I’ve always loved when he does that.

“Hmm, like half?”

Craig hummus and turns to grab my green canvas jacket. He tosses it at me as he pulls on his trusted knitted hat.

“That’s good enough. Let’s go get something to eat.”

I grin and slap my laptop shut. I pull on my jacket and stand up. Craig is putting on his own jacket as I step up behind him and wrap my arms around him. I press my cheek against his back and relish I’m the sensation of his chest rising and falling as he breathes.

“What do you want to eat?” I ask softly.

“Let’s go to that pizza place you like.”

”Okay!”

I step around Craig and grab his hand. I start to pull him out of our dorm. As we walk we argue over the plot of the book we’re reading I’m our literature class.

We get to the pizza place and the red and white building is stuffed to the brim with people, mostly college students. I hate waiting in lines but the pizza here made it worth it. As we enter the building Craig grows silent and I notice him frowning. His hand that holds mine is fidgety as he runs his thumb over my knuckles.

I try to talk to Craig but his replies are short one word answers. His blue-gray eyes are darting all over the room and I notice he’s breathing a little heavy.

We’re standing shoulder to shoulder in the crowded building. The room is buzzing with a multitude of conversations happening at once. After several attempts of talking to Craig I accept that he doesn’t want to talk. I wonder what’s up with him as we step closer to the counter.

Abruptly I hear gasping. I turn in alarm and look at my boyfriend. He tears his hand out of mine and sharply turns around.

“I can’t do this,” Craig gasps. He storms towards the exit and I’m left surprised and confused. I glance at the front counter. It takes me a split second to chase after Craig.

By the time I squeeze out of the building the noirette is no where in sight. I feel panic and confusion surge through me.

I turn left and walk down the sidewalk. I make it half a block before I hear familiar gasping. My head swivels to the side and I see Craig hunched over in an alley while he holds his head in hands.

It’s suddenly a little hard to breathe as I run over to my boyfriend and crouch down in front of him. I reach out and touch his face.

“Craig?! What’s going on? Are you okay?” My words come out in a rushed jumble.

The noirette looks up at me with a half hearted glare.

”I’m fine.” He gasps. His chest is heaving and I can’t help but wonder if he’s having a heart attack or something. “You’re obviously not okay. Are you sick? Should I call 911?” By now I’ve pulled out my phone to prepare to dial for emergency services.

“God damn it Tweek,” Craig bites out. He very rarely gets irritated with me. It was a sign that whatever is going on is serious.

“I’m calling 911!” I start typing the number into my phone with shaky hands.

Suddenly a pale hand snaps out and grabs my wrist. I look up at the noirette with wide eyes.

“I’m fine Tweek. It’s just a panic attack.“ Craig heaves with a sigh.

“A panic attack!? Since when do you get panic attacks?”

Craig flips me off half heartedly which I know means he wants me to shut up. He closes his eyes and his chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. His hand is lightly gripping my wrist still. I realize we’re both shaking.

My mind is racing as I try not to panic myself. Craig was apparently panicking so I needed to stay calm. The only problem was that this was really hard.

I know it’s foolish of me but Craig always seemed invincible. Realistically I know no one is invincible. But Craig really seems like it. He never gets scared. He’s always calm. He always knows what to do. He truly is my anchor. But how do I act as his? I felt helpless. I had no idea how to help someone who’s having a panic attack.

With having no idea what to do I cluelessly watch Craig as he tries to calm down. It’s probably a solid 10 minutes before his breathing calms down and he’s opening his eyes to look at me.

My eyes are wide and I’m sure Craig sees the alarm in my eyes. He sighs and cups my face. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

“I’m fine Tweek. Let’s go somewhere less busy and get some dinner.” Craig moves to stand up and I shake my head and pull him down.

“Craig… Since when do you get panic attacks?” My voice comes out softer than I intended and I’m glad.

“You really wanna know?” I nod and Craig sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

He refuses to meet my eyes as he begins to speak.

“Do you remember the shooting at the mall in South Park our senior year?”

I frown but nod.

”I never told you but I was there with my mom. We were in the lobby and it was packed with people when the shooting took place. I was 10 feet away from that lady that got shot and killed.“

Craig heaves a heavy breath. My chest feels tight and my eyes water as I watch my boyfriend nervously look around as he speaks.

“Now when I go to busy places I sometimes get panic attacks. I’m on medication that really helps but I ran out and am waiting in a refill.”

I’m silent for a moment as I try to process what I just learned.

“You’ve been dealing with this for two years, and I’m only now finding out?” There’s a slightly shrill element to my voice that makes Craig sigh.

He takes my left hand and presses his lips to my knuckles.

“Hey Tweek, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

It was typical Craig to be reassuring me when he was the one who was struggling. It made me feel like a lousy partner.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask as I squeeze his hand tighter.

Craig’s eyes dart to the side and he shrugs.

“I don't want you to worry about me.”

I could tell he didn’t want to talk about this. I swallow thickly.

“Okay, let’s get dinner.” I lean forward and press a chaste kiss on his chapped yet soft lips. —-—

The fact Craig gets panic attacks weighed heavily on my mind for an entire week. Eventually I had to have my questions answered but I knew Craig didn’t want to talk about it.

It was a Friday afternoon when I texted Wendy asking to meet up. She was a psychology major and she did running start in high school, meaning she’s a junior despite being the same age as me.

I met Wendy in the west side commons. As I approach the table she’s sitting at she smiles and waved at me.

I nervously sit across from her. I don’t know why I was nervous. Wendy was never anything but nice.

“Hey Tweek, you said you had a question?”

”Uh yeah. Someone I know gets panic attacks. I was wondering if you had any advice on how to help someone through it.”

Wendy smiles softly.

“Sure Tweek, I have some tips.”

—--—

It isn’t until nearly a month later that Craig has a panic attack around me. We were at school and had just entered one of the cafeterias. It was especially busy today. We had just entered the building when Craig goes stills beside me.

When I glance at him his eyes are wide and his breathing is shallow. It was happening.

Everything Wendy told me comes rushing to my mind. I take a deep breath and pull Craig towards the back stair case. He follows me stiffly. My gut choice was right and the stair case was empty.

I push Craig back so that he sits down. I kneel in front of him and grab his backpack. In the front pocket was a bottle of Xanax. I hand him one pill and a water bottle.

“Take it,” I command. Craig’s wide eyes meet mine and he nods. He swallows the pill as I put the prescription bottle away.

I take his hands and squeeze his palms. My heart was racing but I forced myself to remain calm.

“Look at me,” I command. Craig’s steely gaze locks on me. “Name 3 things you see.”

Craig’s eyebrows furrow but he answers me anyways.

”I see you, that water fountain, and that vending machine.” Craig’s shallow breathing eases up slightly.

“What are 3 things you hear?”

Craig sighs and closes his eyes. After a moment he responds. “I hear that trashy Christmas music. I hear that annoying ass girl’s laugh. And I hear your breathing.

“Good. Now move 3 parts of your body.”

Craig frowns but responds obediently. He shrugs his shoulders, twists his neck and flexes his fingers. He opens his eyes and I smile as I realize he’s calmed down considerably.

“You’re safe Craig. I’m right here. Nothing bad is going to happen,” I say softly. Our eyes meet and Craig sighs.

“Yeah…” He leans forward and rests his forehead on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him. After a few moments he pulls back.

“What was that?” Craig asks with his classic smirk. I grin and shrug.

“Just a few tricks I learned.”

”Well it worked.”

Craig may be my anchor, but there’s no reason I couldn’t be his too.

“I love you Craig.”

——-

AN: Well I strayed from the prompt a bit but I really enjoyed writing this one. As someone who experiences panic attacks I know how powerful it can be to have someone there to guide you through it. I also understand it’s not necessary to have an experience that triggers panic disorder (like the shooting for Craig) but I honestly couldn’t think of different way to explain why he has panic attacks. Also this post is probably years after I got the request but oh well. I hope you enjoyed it.

[omegawolverine]

butters and tweek -Batz 🖤💜

YUHHHH

BUTTERS:

Sexuality Headcanon: hello pansexual king !!!

Gender Headcanon: questioning so he calls himself gnc + uses any pronouns, eventually IDs as genderfluid

A ship I have with said character: bunny is a soft spot but i have no strong butters ships shrug shrug

A BROTP I have with said character: i think pete and him should hold hands. i know they have nearly no interactions but. i think they should.

A NOTP I have with said character: c*tters is. uhm. well. it exists.

A random headcanon: butters knows how to make flower crowns but always chooses to make them out of dandelions despite the fact that they are near bare by the time he is done just bc he feels sad that people dont like them.

General Opinion over said character: actually the most deserving character in this goddamn show. like. actually just A Kid who wants to be A Kid but gets roped into wild shit and its very endearing and i love him so much.

TWEEK

Sexuality Headcanon: gay? yeah, gay.

Gender Headcanon: ftm he/they/ey pronouns

A ship I have with said character: i just think kenny and him are in gay cahoots and by cahoots i mean they kiss each others foreheads gently and swap clothes and sit outside the school during lunch and just enjoy each others company

A BROTP I have with said character: i just think him and clyde deserve more interactions and the thought of clyde swearing up and down that him and tweek are, in fact, besties, despite the fact that tweek was wholey unaware that they were even in friendship territory is very funny to me

A NOTP I have with said character: ig creek? but its not a notp in the "i will maim the fans" fashion its a notp in the "its not my thing anymore" fashion

A random headcanon: knows how to sew and knit and makes things for The Gang

General Opinion over said character: i just wish this mfer got accurate characterization from the fandom at this point bc it is the LEAST he deserves after being the backbone of every episode he's heavily featured in

[pixiesstolemyapples]

Stormy Nights Chapter 9

A/N: This is a repost, it came to my attention that none of my tags were working! So hopefully my tags will work now since I’ve been working hard on this fic for everyone! So I do apologize if you’ve already seen this, I just hope it works this time! If you would like to read this chapter on my FanFiction or my AO3, please click the links! And as always, please enjoy!!

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                Pidge had never felt so happy in her life. She had amazing comrades, she'd traveled to so many far off places, met so many amazing and interesting people. But the best of all was that she got to go to sleep next to the person she loved every night only to wake up every morning wrapped in his loving embrace. She'd been doing that for months, but... it was different now. Everything was different now.

                They loved each other. Actually loved each other. And the rest of the team was finally seeing it in action, in real time. Shiro was still skeptical, Pidge still a little irritated by the comment he had made before, but she chalked it up to the fact that he was just worried for her, like a big brother would be. She knew his comment wasn't meant as a jab at her character, that in the past it was a fact that Lance went for tall, drop dead gorgeous, tall ladies. He apologized to the both of them, giving Lance the benefit of the doubt. After all, he and everyone else knew that Lance was in no way the type to just prey on cute girls.

                As for her actual brother, despite the with your sister remark (which despite its implications, Pidge had to laugh at, come on), Matt was growing on Pidge and Lance, hard. Pidge wasn't sure if he was just happy she had found somebody or that he didn't have to worry about her as much, or if that anybody had to have a special place in his sister's heart, he'd want it to be Lance. All she knew was that Matt actively tried to talk to Lance, ask him questions, hang out with him when he could. Pidge was just happy they were getting along.

                Allura may have been the best out of all of them (or at least second to Hunk). In the week or two since everyone had found out about them, Allura had closed in on Pidge's tailfeathers whenever Lance wasn't around. Allura hadn't had a significant other in more than 10,000 years, but that wasn't about to stop her from having some good old girl talk with the only other girl on the ship, besides her little mouse friend. And now Pidge had a boyfriend, so they could really girl talk. And as much as Pidge thought it would, talking with Allura about those types of things didn't even make her feel awkward. It made her incredibly proud actually that Allura saw so much of a friend in her that she wanted to talk to her about personal matters, day to day topics, or even about a certain paladin residing in the castle. Whatever the case, Pidge was happy to talk, happy to hang out, happy to have as good of a friend as Allura.

                "You know," Hunk said one day as the three of them sat in the common area playing a board game called Knights of Valor, rolling some dice and moving his little yellow knight four spaces, "you two seem a lot happier since you finally started dating."

                Lance and Pidge both looked up, Lance's arm stretched over the back of the couch, Pidge sitting sideways on the couch, leaning into Lance's side. Pidge and Lance looked at each other for a moment.

                "I guess we had never really defined it until now," Pidge confessed, picking up a card and moving her green piece on a space near the lake. Lance just smiled, pressing a quick kiss to the back of her head. "And, I mean... I know I'm happier, why wouldn't I be? Lance is my first boyfriend."

                "Ahhh," Lance mused, laying his head back on the top of the couch, "I gotta say, I love hearing you say boy- wait!" he exclaimed, sitting forward, his head whipping in Pidge's direction. "Did you say first? I'm your first boyfriend?"

                Pidge peered over her glasses, shrugging her shoulders.

                "Soooo," Lance questioned, trying and failing to mask the smile threatening to spread across his face. "Was I your first kiss, then?"

                Pidge looked away, her eyebrows knitting up. "Obviously..." she murmured, a sad look passing over her face. "I wasn't exactly the most popular person at my old school, Lance..." she explained, running her finger along the seam of the couch. "I got made fun of most of the time, there wasn't really anybody who ever liked me enough to want to kiss me..."

                Lance scrunched his eyebrows, looking over at Hunk as he shot him a concerned but sympathetic look. Lance hadn't thought much of it if he were being honest, if only maybe occasionally, and at that it was mostly when Shiro brought it up not long before that. All Lance saw was an incredibly smart, quick witted, funny, badass girl. Plus she was gorgeous, as much as Pidge didn't want to admit it. Lance wished she could see how amazing she was. He loved everything about her; he loved her honey colored hair and the way it tweeked up in random spots; he loved her amber eyes that glittered like a geode in the sun; he loved every single freckle on her body, her person like a detailed star chart of the cosmos; he loved her laugh, like music to his ears, like strums from an acoustic guitar. Someone could ask him to name one thing about her and he'd have a whole list of wonderful things that would read off as an elaborate sonnet. He loved her confidence, but even she faltered at times, especially when she thought of her past. He just wanted everyone else to see what he saw.

                He pulled her into his lap, Pidge gasping at the sudden movement. "I like you enough to kiss you," Lance murmured, giving a look so smolderingly hot that it made Pidge instantly blush. She smiled, gently touching her fingers to his smooth jaw, pulling him close enough for their noses to bump against each other.

                "And I'm so glad you do," she whispered, their lips barely brushing against one another. She felt his arms tighten around her.

                "You really don't know what you do to me," he muttered, lightly closing the gap between them, feeling a fluttering in her chest. Just as she felt Lance deepen the kiss, they heard dice roll, quickly pulling away and looking toward Hunk, who they had nearly forgotten had been sitting next to the coffee table across from them, nonchalantly moving his little yellow knight in one hand, his chin sitting in the other, happily staring up at his two best friends.

                "S-Sorry, Hunk," the two said simultaneously. Hunk laughed, waving his hand as the other laid on his chest.

                "You guys are so gross!! Get a room!!!!" Hunk mocked, the two laughing along with him.

                "But really, I don't want you guys to ever have to worry about that," Hunk said, scrunching his eyebrows in seriousness. "You guys just seem so happy and... well, I'm just so..." Hunk stammered, looking down. Finally crossing his arms on the coffee table, he looked up with a sweet smile. "You're my best friends, and as long as you're happy, I'm happy. So please, just... be as happy as you can be."

                Pidge beamed at Hunk, smiling so wide her eyes crinkled. How in the world did she become so lucky in finding such a fantastic friend in Hunk? He'd been so incredibly supportive in just about everything he did for them, cooking their favorite foods, hanging out with them, laughing and goofing around with them, especially his support as the yellow paladin. He protected and provided such important aid to them, in so many different ways. They surely could not live happily without Hunk.

                "Soooo," Hunk murmured as Lance moved his blue knight around, "I'm right, aren't I?" Lance and Pidge both looked up inquisitively. He side smiled, an almost wise looking expression passing over his face. "You're both way happier since you started dating."

                Pidge blushed, chuckling as she felt Lance plant a hard kiss on her cheek. She leaned into him, curling her fingers into his jacket. Once again, Hunk proved to be incredibly intuitive. "Yeah... we're definitely a lot happier, Hunk."

                After their game was finished, they both bid Hunk good night, the two of them heading down the hall and into their room. Lance was the one who decided that it was their room, no longer just his room. While at times they alternated between her room and his room, the two tended to play video games until they were tired so they would just crawl into his bed. Plus Pidge's room was a hoarding messy trash heap. His words, not Pidge's. Although she couldn't exactly argue with that. But since then, she had a few belongings in his room, some clothes in his drawers. Even her trash floofs found their way over to his room. No, their room. And he'd be lying if he didn't admit that it made his heart pound just thinking about their room.

                Finishing his bathroom regimen, Lance walked out of the bathroom and padded down the hallway. The door whooshed open, Lance walking in and seeing an oblivious Pidge sitting cross-legged on his desk chair, coding on her laptop and humming a song to herself. She had her bangs pinned up on her head, away from her forehead. Seeing her sitting there, one hand on the mouse, the other casually pinching her lip between her finger and her thumb, made his chest swell. There was something so beautifully... domestic about it. Lance almost smiled at how peaceful she was in that moment as he walked into the room, but he stopped in his tracks when his ears registered the song she was humming. His breath stopped short, feeling his heart drop into his stomach. He silently padded up to the chair, gently setting both his hands on its arms, leaning toward her, roughly whispering, "Katie."

                "AAUUGHH!!" Pidge jumped from the chair, nearly dropping her laptop, pressing her hand to her racing heart. "Lance!!" she huffed, setting her laptop on the desk, glaring at him. "You scared me!"

                "Where did you hear that song?" Lance asked, his lips pressed together, his eyes serious as he stared down at Pidge.

                Pidge's eyes got big, her cheeks flushing red. "U-Uh, wha-what?"

                "Where did you hear that song, Pidge?" he asked again, taking a step closer to her.

                Pidge frantically looked for words to say. She hadn't even realized she was humming it! "W-What, so I like Spanish music, is that a crime?"

                "I never said it was a Spanish song," Lance said, crossing his arms. Pidge's face burned a fiercer red, looking down at her toes. "Where'd you hear it, Pidge?"

                Pidge forced her brain to overwork, desperately trying to find an excuse for why she would know that song. Couldn't possibly be because I was snooping around the bathrooms, could it? Maybe? She tugged at her sleep pants, scrunching her eyebrows together in thought.

                "I dunno... I... I must have heard it on a Spanish radio station a couple years ago!" Pidge laughed nervously, stepping past him to get to their bed. Lance sighed, shaking his head and grabbing her wrist.

                "That is impossible, Pidge."

                "What?" Pidge asked incredulously, turning back and peering at him from over her glasses. "How's that?"

                "Because my dad sang that song when he married my mom," Lance said, his eyes softening but his eyebrows knitting together. "My dad wrote that song, I grew up to him singing that all the time to my mom. Where did you hear it, Pidge?" he asked again. He loosened his grip on her wrist, his hand sliding to grasp her fingers. "Please, just tell me?"

                Pidge blanched. His dad wrote that song?? She felt so stupid. She couldn't believe she had been caught in such a bald face lie. She was ashamed. And the look on his face... she felt so hurt in her heart for lying to him like that.

                Pidge sighed, sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed, Lance doing the same, facing her as he waited patiently for an explanation.

                "So..." Pidge began, blushing and looking down at her feet. She peered into his face, his eyes focused intently on her, Pidge looking back down and scrunching her thick eyebrows together. "Well... now I'm embarrassed..."

                "It can't be that embarrassing, Pidge," Lance said. He just wanted to know, it's not like she committed a heinous crime. "Please, just be honest with me."

                Pidge sighed, poking her toes absentmindedly, peering up into his face. His ocean blue eyes were soft, and despite his concern they were calm. His eyes searched her face, finally settling on her own eyes, staring deeply into her. She peered back down, a slight blush dusting her cheeks. He has no business looking that cute.

                She inhaled a breath. ".... You sing in the shower..."

                "What?" Lance said, his face turning red. "What do you mean I- What were you doing sneaking around in the showers?!"

                "I wasn't sneaking around!!" Pidge exclaimed. "I was taking my own shower, and the walls in the bathrooms are amazingly thin.... B-But when I realized you only sang when you thought no one was around, I... I-I," she sighed, "snuck into the opposite showers and would listen to you sing until you were finished..."

                "You were sneaking... So you know I sing in the shower?" he murmured, peering into her eyes sheepishly.

                Pidge nodded. "I'm sorry.. but I just loved hearing you sing, and that one particular song was just so beautiful and I didn't understand what it meant, but I just felt like it was so loving and romantic that-" Lance's stomach dropped, an intense feeling ripping right through him.

                Lance pulled her by her ankles flush into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and smashing his lips to hers, a surprised "oomf!" escaping her throat. It was such a quick movement, Pidge barely registered what was happening. His lips moved swiftly against hers, a fervent desire heavy between the two as her ankles hooked around his back. Pidge wrapped her arms tight around Lance's neck, Lance moving his head to get a new angle on her lips. She shivered as his tongue touched hers, threading her fingers through his chocolate hair to deepen the kiss further. She gasped, feeling the touch of his warm fingers touch the skin under her shirt, pushing it up and feeling the cool air hit her exposed skin. The two fell back against the mattress, Lance peeling his lips from Pidge's, pressing quick kisses to the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, finding a spot behind her ear, pressing his lips firmly against her skin. Pidge quickly inhaled a shaky breath, biting her lip at the sensation. His hands moved further up her waist under her shirt as his mouth met her lips once more, her shirt riding along all the way up her chest, Pidge feeling her breasts flush against his soft sleep shirt. She shuddered, murmuring incoherently against his mouth. Lance's eyelids fluttered at her quiet sound, suddenly breaking apart from her, sitting up and backing away toward the end of the bed.

                "Shit, Pidge!!" he exclaimed, covering his eyes so fast with his hand Pidge could hear his hand slap against his face. "I-I-I'm so sorry!! I dunno what came over me!"

                Pidge quietly sat up, peering his way as a blush crept its way onto her cheeks. "I-It's okay, Lance," she whispered as she pulled her shirt properly back down her waist. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed what just happened. It was a different feeling, one that wasn't exactly unpleasant in any way. Pidge looked his way, seeing that his hand was still over his beet red face. She giggled, gently removing his hand from his face and holding it on the bed between them. "Are you okay?"

                "I-I'm fine," he said with a chuckle. "I just think, I think that... hearing you hum that song, saying that it was beautiful and romantic, I... I just had such a reaction to it, and just thinking about what it means to my mom and dad, and that someda-" Lance stopped short, his eyes getting big, forcing himself to stop what he was about to say. He began to nervously laugh. "Never mind. I'm just... I'm sorry, Pidge."

                Pidge's pupils dilated, her heart beating so hard in her chest she thought it may explode, millions of butterflies fluttering around her stomach. She smiled a genuine, soft, loving smile. "Don't be sorry," she whispered, moving toward him to plant a short kiss on his lips. He took her face in his hands.

                "I love you, Katie..." he murmured as he laid them back down once more into the soft mattress. Pidge snuggled close to his side, feeling one of his arms hook around her waist, pulling her closer. She sighed, relaxing as she closed her eyes. That's when she heard him. His lilting voice gently pierced her ears with his soft, deep Spanish words, digging deep into her chest as she felt her heart beat harder and harder with every rolled R. She couldn't understand most of the words, but she could at least understand mi amor, or estoy enamorado... Te necesito...

                "Te amo, Lance," she roughly whispered, hearing him stop for just a moment to softly laugh and press a heartfelt kiss to her head. She curled her fingers into his shirt as his intense, melodic voice began again, lulling her off into an incredibly happy and comforting sleep.

***

                The distress signal sounded off, Allura and Coran quickly heading to the main deck to retrieve it. Coran projected the call up onto the big screen in the back of the room, a light blue woman with ears like a fox and the teeth of a boar appearing in front of them, her piercing yellow eyes in deep panic.

                "Paladins of Voltron!" she gruff, high pitched voice exclaimed over the monitor, a boom startling her from behind, her breathing fast and labored. "W-We need your help! Our base is being attacked by a small Galran fleet, b-but we are outnumbered!! At this rate, our base will be destroyed!"

                "Vremni!!" Pidge called out, barreling onto the main deck, concern washing over her face. "What's going on, where's Matt? Can you send your coordinates?"

                "Matt is currently away on a mission, Pidge, he's fine!" Vremni said, another loud boom sounding behind her. "I have no idea how we got located all the way out here, b-but there's nothing we can do now! Sending coordinates! Please get here as quickly as you ca-" The transmission cut off, the screen going blank.

                "Team, get to your Lions!" called Shiro. The team quickly left for the Lions' hangars, changing into their paladin gear before boarding. "This is an incredibly important mission. It is imperative that we all stay focused if we are to keep this rebel base intact and more importantly, save the rebels currently in that base."

                Coran set a course for the coordinates sent by Vremni, everyone quickly traveling through the wormhole. They weren't expecting such a battle going on, even for a small rebel base such as this, quite a few of the rebel forces already fighting for their lives. Allura used her Lion to encase parts of smaller Galra ships, Hunk using his cannon to blast those pieces to smithereens, almost completely incapacitating those ships.

                Pidge was firing her laser, encompassing an enemy ship in vines when she received a fuzzy but operational transmission, a disheveled red faced rebel with silver scratches on his face and orange eyes appearing before her.

                "Mukdack, what is your status?" Pidge asked frantically, hoping that the rebels were going to get out of this okay. But the look on his face said otherwise. His thick accented voice was panicked, but otherwise understandable.

                "W-W-We are fine for now, Pidgeon," he said, her name coming out as pidge-ee-in, " but we may not be for long. Our shields are down, and our only engineers are currently incapacitated!"

                Pidge nodded. "Okay, listen to me, Mukdack," she said quickly, "I'm coming to help, I need you to get the rest of the rebels on base to your pods and get out of there for now. You hear me?"

                "Loud and clear, Pidgeon!! Please stay alert!" And with that, the transmission ended. Pidge switched her comm.

                "Allura, Lance!" Pidge called, the two sounding off immediately. "I need you two to cover me until I can get into the base. If I can fix the shielding system, we may be able to hold the Galra off and keep this base from being destroyed.

                "All right!"

                "You got it!!" she heard the two of them say simultaneously.

                She guided Green quickly down toward the base, Lance's face suddenly appearing on her monitor. He smiled a fierce smile, but one that had a look of underlying concern and worry. "You be careful, Katie," he said gently. "You got that?"

                "Heh, you got it, Sharpshooter," she mused, giving him a cute wink.

                Lance snickered, smugly licking between his lips. "Hey, you come back safely, I'll show you why they call me Loverboy-"

                "LANCE!" Hunk appeared on the screen, his face blanching, Lance nearly rolling with laughter and Pidge giggling with her hand up to her mouth, a soft blush covering her face.

                "Guys, can you please focus?" Shiro suddenly growled, Pidge swearing she could him muttering "nasty freakin' teenagers" under his breath.

                Pidge got serious, landing Green in the hangar, stepping out quickly, periodically looking down at the map projecting from her arm communicator and heading toward the base's circuit breakers on the middle floor. She slid into the tight space, immediately touching her fingers to the screens, quickly finding the shields page and desperately trying to work her technological magic. The further she went into the process of fixing the shielding system, the more she realized something was incredibly wrong. The shielding system was offline, not only that, the coding for the system was also completely off. Could it have been a weird malfunction? Pidge thought to herself. Nevertheless, despite the anxious feeling in her chest, she pressed on, recoding the system as quickly as she could. Just one last code and-

                Pidge's heart sank. Her skin crawled. Her face grew pale, her eyes growing wide. She shakily brought her arm up, her fingers trembling as she pressed the buttons on her communicator.

                "M-M-M-Mukdack...." she murmured, her teeth chattering. "H-Has everyone b-been evacuated?"

                "Yes, Ma'am, Pidgeon!!" Mukdack quickly replied. "Is everything okay? Pidgeon?"

                Pidge sank to her knees, her chest so heavy, her stomach so nauseous she thought she may vomit. She had only just realized then that her hearing was muffled when she suddenly heard a loud voice in her ear.

                "PIDGE!" a loud voice rang frantically.

                "Y... Yes...?" she murmured.

                "What is going on??!" Lance shouted. Pidge stared back in front of her, her shoulders trembling, her fingers feeling cold.

                A countdown. The shielding system had been sabotaged. The rebels must have been infiltrated or had a traitor or something, Pidge didn't know. All she knew is that the enemy would have known Voltron would show up to a distress signal, and that one of them would go in to help if they took out the remaining engineers of the base. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

                Pidge hadn't even heard herself explaining the situation to Lance, but she suddenly heard him screaming at her to get out of there. Pidge blinked, looking back at the clock. Roughly two doboshes. Pidge willed her legs to move beneath her. She ran. And she ran and ran, but only one thought pierced her mind with every long stride her short legs could carry her.

                I'll never make it.

                "L-L-Lance..." she said breathlessly, still running as fast as she could despite the feeling of dread spreading throughout her body. "Lance, I-I-"

                "Pidge, no. Just get out of there, Pidge, get out of there," she heard his frantic voice tremble.

                "Lance!" Pidge cried, tears streaming down her face. "I-I-I love you so much."

                "No.. No, Katie, don't say that, don't-!"

                With every stride she took, she could see her life flashing before her eyes, her small hands holding her dad's finger; playing with her dog; her mom's peanut butter cookies; sitting next to Matt reading a book; her time at the Galaxy Garrison; laughing with Keith and Hunk; hugging Allura; the first time her and Lance kissed; telling him she loved him. Pidge bit her trembling lip, closing her eyes.

               "Katie!! Katie! Answer m-" Lance screamed, tears pouring down his face as he raced his Lion toward the rebel base, orange, red and yellow flashing as the base exploded before his very eyes.

[ninawritesastory]

Au where tweek is a farm kid :D

Anon I need you to get out of my head because I’ve been toying with a farmboy!Tweek AU for months now.

Like, in the AU, the Tweaks get caught lacing their coffee with meth really early on. And since I headcanon that the Tweaks moved to South Park when Tweek was five or six years old, I kind of set the AU to some point before that. So, Tweek ends up with a foster family and never moves to South Park until much, much later. (When he’s nine or ten.) His foster parents operate a small family farm/homestead operation, and Tweek ends up really getting into the whole plant and animal husbandry thing.

At first, he absolutely hates the smell of the barn. His foster siblings love it, because they grew up with it, but Tweek thinks its acrid and smells literally like shit. But over the course of a few months, he ends up going a bit nose blind to it and even starts to like it as he starts to associate the stink with his new family and the more positive aspects of his new life. He discovers that mucking out the stalls is actually kind of therapeutic: he can scrap it, pitch it, and take out some of his frustrations on it and no one’s gonna complain.

Tweek eventually develops a very antagonist relationship with one of the milk cows. Her name is Satin, but he calls her Satan and she takes every opportunity to make his life difficult. She settle into her nice, clean, freshly bedded stall, look him straight in the eye, and take a massive shit right in the middle of his perfectly done pack. When he has to tie her up for any reason, she loves to smash him into the wall or the bars. She’s stepped on both of his feet within the first six months. She’ll follow him around the pen and ram her head against his backside if she was kept in for the day. She’ll shit in the water bucket if she knows he’s the one who cleaned it. When Tweek has to lead her anywhere, she either digs in her hooves and he has to drag her or she’ll practically run him over.

The real irony of it all is she actually treats him the nicest out of everyone in the family. If he’s not careful, she’ll start licking his hair or his clothes like he’s some sort of kitten. So Tweek’s the one who always ends up having to deal with her. His favorite cow is a massive Holstein named Violet. She’s a huge sweetheart who loves getting head and neck rubs, and she’s shoved Satin for bullying Tweek a time or two.

 But where Tweek really shines is in the gardens. His foster mother has a real strong green thumb, and she’s a strong believer in garden therapy. She teaches him everything about virtually every kind of plant. After his first planting season/spring with this family, Tweek knows what plants grow best together, the most effective ways to keep plants like raspberry bushes and mint from wrecking havoc and unleashing all-out-war on their neighbors, the meanings of almost 100 different flowers, and how to trim the fruit trees to keep them free of disease. When time comes to harvest, his foster mom shows him how to make jams and jellies, how to preserve and can fruits and vegetables, and all the different sorts of homemade salves and remedies he can make from the herbs and the other plants.

His foster father teaches him how to keep the machinery in good repair, and Tweek comes to have a grudging acceptance of the scent of motor oil, diesel, and sweat. He’s also taught how to drive the equipment, and how to till and sow the crop fields. He learns all about crop rotation, the best crops to plant after something else,  and how to properly irrigate the fields.

There are some aspects of farmlife he never quite gets the hang of: sending any of the animals to slaughter (he cried for weeks when they had to send off a sweet Freemartin Holstein (freemartin = female calf born as a twin to a bull; they almost never develop reproductive organs or potential) and he threw up when they had to slaughter one of the meat rabbits), the absolute miserable mugginess of the barn in summer, and pervasive paranoia that he smells like manure even after a twenty-minute shower. But he adjusts just fine, otherwise, and he’s never asked to do anything he’s not comfortable doing.

(Click through the readmore for how I see Creek playing out in this AU.)

At some point, they end up moving the farm to Colorado, and Tweek ends up in South Park. Because somethings are universal constants, and one of them is Tweek ending up in Craig Tucker’s life. By this point, Tweek’s kind of developed a thing for plaid. Sometimes he’ll come to school with soaking wet hair because he ends up face-planting in the slop during morning chores. Some days he’ll show up with bits of hay and straw in his hair and clothes. But he always smells like fresh air. He’s not as twitchy as canon Tweek, because he doesn’t have the meth or the coffee worsening his symptoms, and he’s actually on proper medication. But sometimes he’ll have twitches and spasms he can’t control, so he still ends up catching Craig’s attention.

Tweek ends up largely responsible for his family’s stand at the farmers’ market. He’s had several years of practice, and he’s really good at handling the money and moving the products. He’s typically supervised by his grandmother, but it’s more of a formality than anything else. She usually just sits behind the stand and knits or crochets while Tweek handles the majority of the business. The Tuckers go to one of the markets, because Laura’s been curious about the new set up and Thomas thinks it might be a good excuse to get the kids out of the house and away from their screens.

Now, Tweek’s family is very good at the farmers’ market thing. They go all out on their display, they sell a wide range of products ranging from fresh and canned fruit and vegetables and other foodstuffs to flowers and bouquets to more crafty type goods, like handmade blankets and soaps. They’ve had years to hone their presentation, so their stand gets a lot of traffic. Craig takes one look at Tweek, decked out in a green plaid shirt and denim overalls with tiny baby kitten in the big breast pocket and he’s gone.

He ends up at Tweek’s stand, pretending he’s only there for the basket full of kittens (they’re so small and fluffy and their little tails are just cute little triangles) but he’s trying to sneak glimpses of this kid. Some of Tweek’s siblings show up to lighten the load as the traffic picks up, and Tweek ends up wandering over to coo over the kittens for a bit with Craig. They end up talking for way longer than Tweek’s self-allotted five minute break, and his stepsisters tease him a bit about the cute boy he spent nearly a whole hour talking to. Craig makes it all the way home before he realizes he’s still got the baby calico he and Tweek bonded over. After a small display of exasperation, Thomas and Laura decide to let Craig keep it. 

And it snowballs from there. Token invites Tweek to sit with them at lunch, Clyde invites him to join in on their weekly Friday video game night, Jimmy discovers Tweek has a meme sense of humor and is living. Craig gets caught staring by his friends more times than he’d ever want to admit.

Stan’s Gang still try to get Craig and Tweek to fight, but that whole endeavor ends with Tweek punching Cartman’s lights out after he tried to insinuate that Craig insulted Tweek’s raspberry jam. (Craig is allergic to raspberries and has therefore never tried it.) Craig has never been more gone for Tweek than in that moment.

The yaoi incident still takes place, but instead of Craig angrily trying to assert his (non-existent) heterosexuality, he’s more mortified because…yeah, he really, really, really likes Tweek, but he didn’t think he was so obvious about it that the whole fucking school had him figured out. Instead of a fake break up, Tweek goes to Craig first. And since Tweek’s a lot more stable and secure in himself than canon!Tweek, he manages to get Craig to confess about a few of his insecurities with coming out. Tweek offers him his support, and it kind of turns into a bit of an emotional moment that Thomas ends up overhearing. Not wanting to be the reason his son is unhappy or scared, Thomas still gives Craig the “I like gay Craig” speech. (Because that speech is critical to Craig’s development and you can pry it out of my cold, dead hands.)

When Craig tracks Tweek down, he’s in the farmers’ market. It’s still a very similar idea: Craig offers his hand, and after a moment, Tweek takes it. But this time, Craig’s blushing like crazy because he wants this so much, and it’s okay for him to want it; and Tweek’s smiling because he’s gotten to know Craig in such a short amount of time, but Craig already means so much to him and seeing him brave enough to give this a try makes his heart hurt in the nicest ways.

[podal4prez]

Craig and Those Guys Headcanons

These are just random headcanons I thought of about Craig, Tweek, Jimmy, Clyde and Token. Enjoy my brain vomit!

*BTW they're in ninth grade in these headcanon*

- Craig and those guys (Craig, Tweek, Token, Clyde and Jimmy) hang out just as much as the boys do

- even though Tweek and Craig are in a fake relationship Tweek has a crush on Craig and Craig does too but doesn't know it yet

- Tweek has always known and excepted he was gay and has had a crush on Craig since "Tweek vs Craig"

- Token and Bebe both throw really good parties

- Clyde, Kenny and Butters are on the cheer team

- Clyde shaves

- Token is the mom friend, Clyde even calling him mommy or daddy from time to time

- Token pretends to hate it but secretly loves playing mom

- He gets way to into it sometimes

- they always have sleepovers together at mostly Token or Clyde's place

- they all like to watch horror movies because Jimmy dubs over them and tells jokes the whole time and they all just end up laughing

- Tweek still clings to Craig and Token the whole time (usually snuggling up to Craig with token on his other side with a protective hand on his back like a true mom)

- Tweek still has his baby blanket "green" (dark green, knit wool and smells like coffee) that he always has stuffed into the bottom of his backpack

- Tweek brings his backpack literally everywhere he goes

- Craig and those guys are the only ones that know about green, which Tweek brings religiously to sleepovers (especially in scary movie night)

- Jimmy and Clyde are usually the ones to come up with stupid ideas which they drag the others into

- Craig's hat is way to big for him and always slides down over his eyes

- Jimmy can beat everyone in the school at arm wrestling (giving​ his extreme​ upper body strength from using his crutches all the time)

- Jimmy trys to make people feel better by trying to make them laugh, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't

- Token by going full mama bear, arm around the shoulder, full "what's wrong honey?" "show me where they are!" "I'll kick there asses!"

- Clyde sucks at making people feel better, never really knowing what to say and usually falling back to "that sucks," or "that's terrible" then going to find Token

- Craig lets the person vent while he sits in silence, letting out soft grunts or hums to show he's still listening but will usually just stare at the ground

- Tweek is surprisingly very talkative with the other person, wanting to let them know that they're not the only person that feels that way

- Tweek has a soft spot for stuffed animals

- he'll give them all names, personalities and different voices and play with them like he's 5

- Craig will play along with Tweek, thinking his huge imagination is almost cute at times

- Craig brings Stripe almost everywhere

- he brings a container of pellets and water, a little collapsible cage and a piece of that reptile fabric stuff for the bottom (which works surprisingly well) when he hangs out with friends (normally at sleepovers) but usually just holds Stripe

- Tweek was the only one who couldn't hold Stripe (for fear of accidentally twitching and dropping him) but has worked up the courage to hold and feed him

- Tweek is short af

- shortest to tallest is Tweek, Clyde, Jimmy, Craig and Token

- Token is so done with everyone's shenanigans

- he's usually the peace keeper most of the time, though him and Clyde butt heads more then anyone

- Craig and those guys are a lot more lax then the boys, not as much bullying, but still some teasing

- when asked if they thought Tweek and Craig should date, Clyde replied with "arn't they already?" Token with "Yah, they're really bad at hiding that they want to." and Jimmy with, "Y-yes. T-they will get n-n-n-nothing but su-su-support from us!"

- Tweek and Craig cuddle all the time, especially while watching horror movies

- it's usually just Tweek curled up in a ball in Craig's lap with green wrapped around him while Craig absent mindedly runs his hand through Tweek's hair, or rubs his back

- the others used to tease them for it but ultamitly gave up when they didn't care (and it stopped being funny)

- Jimmy does the morning announcements

- Clyde likes to pretend that Craig and those guys are his family and often daydreams about them all living together

- Token has OCD in the form of hating crumbs or spills or messes like that in general

- they have all grown up from 4th grade, with Token, Clyde and Craig realizing they acted like assholes back then and wanting to change

- Clyde has grown into a confident guy who's really quite goofy, funny and charismatic at heart

- he's also a total jock, being on the cheer, soccer and football teams at his school along with just random games of basketball among other things

- Clyde is still chubby tho, not fat but chubby

- Tweek usually wears black and green winter boots, tight black leggings, and an olive green pull-over hoodie that is infinitely too big for him (and maybe a brette or a bobby pin in his hair if it's just him and the guys)

- Craig always wears his blue hat, only taking off to sleep and shower. Also wears a thin blue coat over a black t-shirt, baggy dark blue jeans and simple black and blue runners

- Jimmy wears a yellow long sleeved shirt, faded blue jeans and really tight black boots that help keep his ankles straightened

- Token still has his classic purple and yellow knit sweater (purple with a yellow T and yellow around the wrists and neck and bottom part (Idk what to call it lol)). Also usually wears black skinny jeans, purple, yellow and black Nike's and a simple gold chain

- Clyde unusually sticks to his normal outfit of a red football blazer over a blue t-shirt, gray sweatpants and classic red Converse

- nobody even notices Jimmy's studder anymore

- Clyde is kinda dumb, but he means well

- Jimmy is always with Timmy when he isn't with the others

- Jimmy can walk on his hands

- their group is one of the more open and accepting one's in school

Might post more in the future if I can think of anymore ;)

[atypicalcreekdump]

All’s fair in love and war (Part 3) - A Creek Fanfic

First of all: Sorry this update took so long. I don’t even have a real excuse xD. I don’t know yet if this will be the last chapter, most probably it will, but as I said, I didn’t make up my mind yet. Working on something kinda special right now, but we’ll see what the future holds. Hope you have fun anyways :)

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I guess none of us had ever been so excited to get into the car, drive through the Rockies in deep winter for about two hours to finally get to the Denver airport. The day had finally come: My brother's duty in the army was now finally over, meaning that he could come back home now for the first time in a little bit more than a year. Of course it was just the four of us who went to Denver to pick him up, even though some of his best friends wanted to come with us. We wanted this moment to be something special for our family, so it was just me, my parents, and Tweek of course. Tweek had been my brother's boyfriend since I was six, so almost ten years now, so he was practically a part of our family. I actually don't know why though, but he was like a brother to me, too. I guess if a person you live with spends so much time with someone they love, you get pretty much used to them. Plus, Tweek was super cool to me too and helped me through some pretty rough phases in my life, when I needed someone to talk to, but didn't want to go bother my brother, as he could become a cynical asshole pretty easily.

Everything was quiet, no one dared to break the silence in the car. As far as I could observe from the back seat, my parents were filled with joy and anticipation to finally see their son again, but observing Tweek was way more interesting. He usually shivered most of the time and had some bad twitches. But not this time though. He just sat there, had his eyes closed, and if you watched him very closely, you could see a tiny semblance of a smile on his face, the only hint of an emotion that managed to escape from his soul. I had no doubt that on the inside he almost snapped of anticipation to see Craig again. The last year had been really harsh to him, but you couldn't tell if you saw him. He looked a little bit tired though. I would've helped him if there was a way to make him happy again, but the only thing he needed was Craig, and what a luck it was today that he came back.

I took out my phone and opened my chat with Tweek. It had become kind of our thing, we communicated most of the time via whatsapp, even if we were in the same room together.

"Are u alright?" I heard his phone vibrate, so he took it out, saw that it was me who texted him and replied to my message.

"Are you kidding? I'm so fucking excited", he replied, exchanging some quick glances and a short smile with me.

"You look a bit tired tho"

"I'm fine, I've just not slept for about three days or so... I was too nervous to fall asleep..."

"But you know you're not going to get much sleep for the next few nights, right?" I grinned at him and he blushed, not being able to suppress a small grin that spread across his face.

"I guess?"

"You boys don't screw around so much, the walls are thin!"

"We'll... give it our best."

"That's all Jesus asks of you."

 "Guys, we're there", my Dad interrupted our "conversation", and as I rose my view I saw that we in deed had reached the airport's huge parking lot. We got out of the car as soon as possible, going straight towards "Arrival."

We stood there for about thirty minutes until we were finally released by the announcement that Flight E332 from Philadelphia, where Craig had arrived with his first flight from Iraq, finally had landed. When the first passengers left the baggage claim area and reached the arrival hall where we stood and waited for Craig to show up, I began to feel nervousness flodding my whole body, too, observing the exit carefully, checking every single passenger two or three times to make absolutely sure that I didn't miss him. Tweek nervously scratched his arm for almost the whole time, biting his lower lip. He hated waiting. It was one of the main things that worsened his spasms. Good thing it came to an end pretty soon.

"H...hey guys..." we all turned our heads to our side to see him standing there, just a few feet away from us. It was a tall, buff young man with short black hair, deep blue eyes and some fuzz on his chin, wearing black army boots, Jeans, a black shirt and a camouflage jacket. The sports bag with his hand luggage was strapped around his shoulder. He grinned like I've never seen him grin before as he ran straight towards us.

"Craig!", we exclaimed canonically, our mouths wide open as if we couldn't grasp how his appearance had changed over this one year that we haven't seen him. The first of us who managed to move was Tweek, impulsively sprinting into his direction. Tears of joy ran out of his eyes as he reached my brother, jumped into his arms and hugged him so tightly that we feared that he could've broken some of Craig's rips. None of them said a word, they just hugged and desperately kissed each other for the next few minutes, trying to catch up for a whole year they had lost. Even my brother cried and I don't think I've ever seen him cry before. I knew they loved each other, but I didn't know that Tweek was able to wake emotions this strong in my big brother.

"We...welcome back, Craig.", Tweek whimpered tear-stained, but with an amazingly wide grin on his face, bursting with joy.

"Can... can we go now?", my Dad asked after leaving the two lovebirds some moments for themselves, nonetheless touched by the emotional situation. Tweek only laughed happily and got away from Craig after another quick kiss, smiling gently while my parents and I almost squeezed him to death in a big family hug, too. "I'm so glad you're back unharmed, honey", mom said, "We're so proud of you, son...", my Dad added. Even he shed one or two tears, which was very uncommon, too. Now it was finally my turn, I hugged my big brother and kissed him on the cheek (what he usually hated, but I had an excuse this time), telling him that I missed him and welcomed him back at home.

"Mom, Dad? Could... could I get a minute alone with Tweek, please?"

They both nodded. "Of course, honey. Let your father grab your bag, we'll wait at the car until you're ready. Take all the time you need." Mum poked into Dad's side, signalizing him to grab the bag and leave with her. "Tricia, you come with us."

"I have to go to the bathroom real quick...", I improvised. I really loved my brother, but I couldn't just pass up on a chance to peek on him and Tweek making out after a whole year of absence. I know that's kind of weird, okay?

My parents left for the parking lot, Tweek and Craig disappeared around a corner and I pretended to go to the bathroom, but followed them not far behind.  They were leaning against a pillar near the wall, which made it possible for me to hide behind the pillar, eavesdrop on what they said and I could even manage to observe what they were doing through the gap between wall and pillar. It was just perfect. They whispered something in each other's ears, which I think might have been a "I missed you so much", began to cuddle quite tenderly now, obviously enjoying each other's presence again. Shit, I hope I'll never have a boyfriend who will have to leave for a whole year.

After exchanging some long, way overdue kisses, Tweek blushed, still completely high on endorphins, not crying anymore though, whispering "I've got something for you. As some kind of a "welcome back home"-gift, I hope you like it..." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a blue chullo hat with a yellow toorie on top. Craig grinned happily as he put on the hat. "Thank you so much honey, it' just perfect... wait a second, is that self-made? Did you knit that?" Tweek nodded with a smile of pride on his face. "I had a LOT of time for the last year..." "Holy shit dude, that's amazing! I know why I'm gonna marry you...", my brother joked and kissed Tweek on the lips who wrapped his arms around Craig's neck, making it easier for the two of them to finally start making out properly.

"Shht! It's supposed to be a secret...", Tweek giggled almost incomprehensibly into Craig's ear. It took me a few seconds to understand what I just heard. No. Fucking. Way. It couldn't be. My brother couldn't get married. He was not joking. He was serious. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

[paisleywraith]

Races in Dawn of the Queen

Probably one of the most important things, given Kenny knows a lot about races even if she doesn’t know about anything else. :) Here’s what’s recorded in the world:

Humans

Humans have a lot of different settlements. Aercombe is the settlement you want, only everyone calls it the Keep. I’ll have another post about places in the story. Basically, Aercombe is now the name of the village, and Kupa Keep is the castle overseeing. There used to be miles upon miles of lush farmland outside the walls, but since the Slaughter (as the humans call it) nothing will grow, even though burning fields is normally good for crops. 

Humans in this world are typically smaller than normal, they have the highest death rate and are viewed as the “slower” race. They haven’t made many industrial or ecological discoveries worth noting, and their only major positive is they outnumber every other race and are very resilient. They have a settlement everywhere, and many Men turn to bandits simply to survive, food is scarce as the majority of settlements won’t deal with Elves. (Directly: many human settlements live by buying from Elves and selling at a profit to other human settlements that refuse to do business with pointy-ears.)

Their language is simply called Common Tongue and sounds a lot like Welsh.

Elves

Elves are slowly going extinct, whether because they are breeding more with humans or they just aren’t procreating as much, no one really knows. In reality, most of them have been killed off. There were different races of Elves, but they’ve pretty much blended into one as the rest went extinct. Kyle’s last name comes from another race of Elves that he’s related to. 

Elves live to be 120 or older but no long live to ridiculous ages of the past and few even live past 200. Elves used to own everything, be everywhere, but humans populated more and, well. It’s an unstable relationship. 

Despite having the largest amount of wealth, as well as being the largest distributor (outnumbering human settlements in quality vs quantity), Elves are secretive and no one actually knows much about them. The Caverns and Treetops are the only places Elves live now. They refuse to divulge information to anyone not deemed One of Them, but Kenny, Butters, and Tweek are all considered “good as Elves” which, has the downside that Elf-Haters would consider them targets as well. 

Elven language is based on Sindarin from Lord of the Rings, and I made a post about that separately. :) Here is the link to it.  

Barbarians

The reason these guys are listed separately is because if you asked anyone on Zaron they would say yes: Barbarians are a different race. 

In actuality, no they are not. Barbarians are now so intermixed that they aren’t one race even in a single clan. A clan has a chieftain (of any age/race/gender) and those who follow. You typically stay with one for life and you better have a Damn Good Reason for leaving if you do. Clans range in friendliness and rules, Tweek’s clan is close knit and gentle with rules. Basically you’re expected to do your part and stick with the group, that’s it. You’re also expected to die for the Clan if it comes to it. 

Typically Barbarian tribes stake out an area and that’s theirs. They have some kind of odd magic, not one of fighting but of communication. Thy say the trees themselves will go after you if you cross a Barbarian, whatever happens after you’re caught has driven any survivors to madness. Their magic is more likened to Charms rather than fighting magic like you see in the story. 

Barbarians eat pretty much anything, are fairly immune to disease, and sleep in tents made from animal furs. Fires rage all night, never catching anything else as it obeys the words of the Barbarian who Charmed it. All animals love Barbarians. Everyone else is fucking terrified. 

No one knows if they even have a language, but Kenny notes that Tweek’s speech sounds like he used to a different dialect.

Orcs/Golbins

Orcs and Goblins are used interchangeably for the same extinct race. Orcs are no longer around, considered the beast-men of the races and sub-human. The Elves stomped them out after being nearly driven to extinction themselves, and only barely won. They were the Elves’ fiercest enemy. 

They’ve been demonized so much in recent history that no one remembers what they were actually like. The only people with records are the Elves and they aren’t going to straighten things for the race that nearly drove them out of extinction. It’s a touchy subject. 

There’s rumors orcs still live in Barbarian tribes. 

Considering dragons. 

People swear they exist, or at least existed, but the Elves say they have no record of them ever living in Zaron. So nobody knows. 

[themisadventuresofcando]

Life #5 (South Park)

Character Sheet

Face Claim:

Basic

Name: Carmencita D. Tweedle

Pronunciation: Car-men-SEE-tuh

Meaning: Little Song

Nicknames: Carmen, Tweedle Dee, Mutt, Snow Bunny

Name Origins:

Carmen: Shortened from Carmen

Tweedle Dee: Used with Tweedle Dum, Middle Initial, and Last Name

Mutt: Racial Slur for Mixed Race (I will actually beat that living shit out of you if you call me this AHEM Cartman AHEM)

Snow Bunny: A weird combination of my love of snow and Kenny’s love of Playboy Bunnies

Titles: N/A

Aliases: Princess Kenny’s Personal Knight, Estrella

Alias Origin: Games with The Boys

Orientation: Heterosexual

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Date of Birth: June 4th

Star Sign: Gemini

Birth Flower: Rose

Meaning: True Love

Birthstone: Pearl

Meaning: Purity

Species: Human

Affiliation: Humans, Freedom Pals

Social Status: Middle Class

Dead?: Eventually

How?: This is South Park probably really stupidly

Last Words: “SHIT!!! WE’RE GOING TO DIE!!!!”

Appearance

Eye Color: Grey-Blue

Glasses/Contacts: Glasses

Skin Tone: Pale with Freckles

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hair Length: Just Past Shoulder

Hair Type: Curly

Hairstyle: Ponytail Normally, 

Loose When Estrella,

Braids When Knight

Height: 5’1 (Yes, I’m short… only means i’m closer to hell)

Body Build: Skinny and Scrawny

Notable Features: N/A

Piercings: N/A

Tattoos: N/A

Scars: Small Mark on Left Cheek

Birthmarks: Thigh

Wardrobe

Style: Casual and Warm

Favorite Outfit: Dark Blue Coat Lined with Dark Grey Fur, Blue Jeans with Black Star Pattern, Black Fur Lined Boots, Grey Gloves with Ugly Sweater Pattern, Gray Knit Hat with Dark Grey Poof, Black Moschino Backpack with Optimus Prime Bear, Star Ring

Formal Outfit: Black Off Shoulder Asymmetrical Dress, Black Kitten Heels, Black Shoulder Bag with Silver Star Print, Silver Star Necklace, Silver Star Bracelet, Silver and Pearl Star Clip On Earrings, Silver Star Ring

Alter Ego Outfit:

Stick of Truth: Grey Tank Top Cut and Sewn Together with Shoe String, Long Sleeve Black Shirt, Black Hoodie, Black Leggings, Black Boots, Plastic Champion Belt, Plastic Gauntlets, Toy Bow and Arrow

Freedom Pals: Black Tank Top, Blue Galaxy Skater Skirt, Black Tights, Black Leather Jacket with Silver Star Pattern, Black Sneakers with Gold Star Pattern, Multiple Silver and Gold Star Bangles, Black Choker with Dangling Silver Stars, Silver Star Crossbody Bag, Silver Star Headband, Silver Star Ring, Black Lace Masquerade Mask

Accessories: Silver Star Ring

Scent: Vanilla, Green Tea

Relationships

Mother/Mother Figure: Roxane Tweedle

Relationships:

My mother is a very strange woman. She is very paranoid and always moving around the town. She is very attentive to my sister and I’s needs and tends to try to give us anything we could want (which doesn’t mean we actually want it). Whatever time she spends with us usually driving us around to wherever it is we’re going and it’s usually spent with us all terribly singing along to the radio and laughing. Mom isn’t one to want to sit and listen to us or to give us advice as she has a short attention span (probably where Olivia gets it from). She might not be the best mother but she does try and I still love her.

Father/Father Figure: Jackson Tweedle

Relationships:

My father, on the other hand, tends to love to sit and listen to (gossip with) us. He loves to try and smother with us with anything we ask for (Olivia and I honestly made it a game to see how far he would go to get us what we wanted… he has to fail). Dad is just as paranoid as mom is but he hides it a lot better. He was also the one that signed me up for martial arts which caused a huge argument between parents. My dad has been known to also beat the shit out of anyone who dares insult us or my mother (probably where I got it from).

Brothers/Brother Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Sisters/Sister Figures: Olivia Tweedle

Relationships:

As dumb as Olivia can be, she is a very loyal friend and sister. I have, obviously, known her my entire life and she has never let me down (In terms of loyalty and reliability not much else). She can deal with my violent tendencies ad overly snarky demeanor. I can (most of the time) deal with her oblivious, careless attitude. We rarely fight and get along better than most sisters do and I’m pretty happy to have her as my sister.

Aunts/Aunt Figures: Nancy Tweak

Relationships:

Aunt Nancy is very sweet. She is always supportive whatever decision we make even if it might not be the right one. She is also pretty good at telling right from wrong and standing up when she thinks we’re doing something terrible. As supportive as she is she doesn’t really listen and is known to just leave us to our devices for long periods of time. She honestly borders on child neglect with how little she pays attention to us or Tweek.

Uncle/Uncle Figures: Richard Tweak

Relationships:

Uncle Richard is much worse than Aunt Nancy. All he cares about is his business and pays no attention to anything any of his family does. That’s not to say he doesn’t care, he does... he just cares more about his coffee shop. He also does anything to boost his shop which includes manipulating us and Tweek to do his bidding. Yeah, I don’t like my uncle.

Cousins/Cousin Figures: Tweek Tweak

Relationships:

I adore my cousin Tweek. As jitter and jumpy as he is I find him absolutely adorable. I’m usually the one to take the late night calls and now late night talks about pressure and Underpants Gnomes. I try to comfort him but it doesn’t always work cuz this kid is riddled with anxiety. When he’s calmer (calmer, NOT calm) he is pretty fun to hang around and his friends are pretty crazy. You wouldn’t think this but Tweek is surprisingly protective of Olivia and I. He has actually attacked some people he thought had hurt us emotionally or physically.

Nieces/Niece Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Nephews/Nephew Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Sons/Son Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Daughter/Daughter Figures: N/A

Relationships: N/A

Current Guardian: The Tweaks

Relationship: I get along well with Aunt Nancy (I mean she tries), I hate uncle Richard (I know for a fact he’s the entire reason for Tweaks anxiety), and I adore Tweak

Current Significant Other: Kenny McCormick

Relationship:

Kenny McCormick was never the boy I saw myself dating. Simply put he was a major player and I wanted commitment.Kenny went around on any girl that moved and I was no exception, however, I was one of the very few who resisted his… charm. That got him interested and he is surprisingly persistent but so am I. It was a long game of cat and mouse where he would find me and drop cheesy pickup lines, offer compliments, and ask me out over and over while I offered sarcastic comment after witty comeback (if I do say so myself). The game turned into a surprisingly close friendship where the flirting got more jokey and less serious, where his true colors showed and that was when I finally caught feeling for the real Kenny McCormick. The overly perverted, vulgar, overprotective big brother Kenny. It didn’t take me to long to ask him on a date and imagine my surprise when this guy decided to actually give a committed relationship a try. I’m glad he did because now I know the jealous, overprotective, poorly timed joke slinging Kenny too. Obviously, we have a very touchy-feely relationship (which is weird because I’m not a big fan of being touched).

People

Mentors:

Advisor: Kyle Broflovski

Confidant: Kyle Broflovski

Teammates:

Stick of Truth: Humans

Fracture But Whole: Freedom Pals

Friends: Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Tweek Tweak, Butters Stotch, Token Black, Craig Tucker, Jimmy Valmer, Timmy Burch, Heidi Turner (I AM going to beat Cartman for what he did), Karen McCormick

Best Friend: Olivia Tweedle

Love Interest: Kenny McCormick

Rivals: Wendy Testaburger, Bebe Stevens

Enemies: Eric Cartman

Person Hated Most: Eric Cartman

Most Important Person: Olivia Tweedle

Awkward Around: Wendy when she breaks up with Stan, Tweek, and Craig when they’re fighting

Admires: Dad, Kyle

Past

Hometown: North Park

Childhood: Pretty normal, lived in a small town, small house, small family. Then, of course, our parents decided to go on some big trip and dump us with relatives for God knows how long.

Childhood Hero: JK Rowling (What? I like Harry Potter)

Most Important Memory: When my parents finally signed me up for martial arts after months of begging OR When I won my elementary school art competition

Present

Current Location: South Park

Living With:

Occupation: Student

Pets: Wiener Dog/Golden Retriever Mix named Oz

Health

General Health: Meh… I tend to get colds every few weeks

Reason: Apparently I have a sucky immune system

Mental Health: I’d say I’m sane, though, according to others that’s up for debate

Reason: I’m violent and pretty loud once I’m comfortable

Sleep Habits: I sleep like a log

Diet: Umm… I’m not on one

Exercise: Martial Arts, I Ride My Bike A Lot

Allergies: Dairy Products

Injuries: I get scrapes and bruises (I’m kind of a klutz)

Disorders: N/A

Deformity: N/A

Disabilities: N/A

Mutations: N/A

Handicaps: N/A

Medication: N/A

Education

School: South Park High School

Best Class: Art

Worst Class: Biology

Sports: Martial Arts

Clubs: Art Club

Languages: Spanish, English

Memory: Ok, I Guess

Abilities (Fracture But Whole)

List of Powers: Stellarkinesis

Moves:

Gravity Slam: Using the force of gravity to slam and hold opponents to the ground (Kick them in the balls/punch in the boob)

Shooting Star: Bringdown a star from space to hit a target (Chuck Firecrackers at them)

Plasma Beam: Use beam of plasma to harm enemies (Shine flashlight in their eyes)

Stellar Healing: Use stardust remaining from destroyed stars to heal teammates (Neosporin and Band-Aids)

Stardust: Use stardust to confuse opponents (Chuck glitter in their faces)

Abilities

Gravity Manipulation (Basically Telekinesis AKA Imagination)

Stardust Manipulation (Glitter)

Plasma Manipulation (Flashlight)

Origin: As a child, I was taken by a space god worshipping cult who attempted to sacrifice me to their god in a special ritual. Instead of dying, the ritual gave me the power to control the stars and become someone who could protect other children from being attacked and suffering my fate,.(AKA I wear star-shaped ring and own a lot of things with star patterns)

Elements: Space

Strengths: Stars, Night, Evasion, Long Range

Weaknesses: Cold, Water, Over-Exertion, “Nightmares from cult experience” (what the hell does that even mean?)

Restrictions: Over-Exertion of Powers

Immunities: Fire, Light, Sun

Combat

Fighting Style: Quick and Hard, Use Opponent's Strength, Momentum, and Weight Against Them

Weapons: Bow and Arrow (Stick of Truth), Hand to Hand

Personality

Good Traits: Loyal, Creative, Smart, Strategic, Athletic (Fast), Funny, Hard to Get Angry, Romantic

Bad Traits: Snarky, Overly Sarcastic, Explosive Temper, Likes to Hide Bad Feelings, Insecure About Glasses and Relationships, Stubborn

Likes: Animals, Art, Martial Arts, Laughing, Family, Games, Friends, Snow, Stars, Silver, Cheesy Romantic Dates, Reading, Cooking

Dislikes: Getting Angry, SOMEONE Insulting My Friends/Family, Swimming, Hunting, Being Touched by Most People

Turn Ons: Dirty Talk, Compliments, Jokes/Cheesy Pick Up Lines, A Little Rough

Turn Offs: Insults, Silence, Lies

Talents: Drawing, Martial Arts

Sense of Humor: Laughs at Just About Anything

Darkest Secret: Loves Cheesy Pick Up Lines

Does Anyone Know? Who?: Olivia and Possibly Kenny

Greatest Fear: Drowning

Why?: Can't Swim

Other Fears: Cartman Finding Out About Insecurities/Fear/That His Words Sometimes Hurt

Why?: Cartman is Cartman

Most at Ease When: With Karen, Kenny, Olivia, Kyle or Butters (or Any Combination)

Most Uncomfortable When: With Literally Anyone's Parents (They’re all so stupid… how are they even parents?)

Enraged When?: SOMEONE (CARTMAN) Insults My Friends/Family

Depressed When?: I Let My Stupid Insecurities Get to Me

Frightened When?: Getting Too Deep in Water

If Granted One Wish What Would It Be?: That I Didn’t Need Glasses

Habits

Hobbies: Art, Martial Arts, Reading

Instrument?: Nope (It'd be cool though)

Sport?: Martial Arts

Spending Habits: Um… If I Get Excited I Just Buy Shit but I MOstly Hate Shopping

Drinks?: NOPE

Smokes?: EW

Drugs?: EXTRA EW

Nervous Tics: Tugging on Earlobe, Chewing Lip

Favorites

Prized Possession: Star Ring

Color: Silver

Song: When The Day Met The Night by PATD

Quote: “Twinkle twinkle little star, do you know how loved you are”

Movie: Peter Pan

Food: Honey Butter Biscuits

Season: Fall

Book: Harry Potter

Genre: Fantasy

Flower: Stargazers

Flavor: Blueberry

Dessert: Blueberry Coffee Cake

Either/Or

Pessimist or Optimist: Optimist

Pacifist or Fighter: Fighter

Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert

Proud or Humble: Humble

Messy or Tidy: Messy

Risky or Safe: Risky

Strength or Wisdom: Strength

Flashy or Simple: Simple

Long Range or Short Range: Long Range

Cats or Dogs: Dogs

Hot or Cold: Cold

Book or Movie: Movie

Loud or Quiet: Quiet

Logic or Emotion: Emotion

Work or Relax: Relax

Confident or Shy: Confident

Night or Day: Night

Out of 10

Knowledge: 6/10

Wisdom: 5/10

Motivation: 4/10

Agility: 6/10

Power Control: 7/10

Hand to Hand: 8/10

Long Range Accuracy: 6/10

Offense: 7/10

Defense: 4/10

Reflexes: 5/10

Speed: 7/10

Strength: 6/10

Sociability: 5/10

Bravery: 7/10

Confidence: 6/10

Generosity: 5/10

Endurance: 4/10

Evasion: 6/10

Kindness: 5/10

Creativity: 8/10

Charisma: 6/10

Memory: 5/10

Temper: 2/10

Patience: 8/10

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OOC:

Name: Tea. Pronouns: She/ Her, They/ Them. Age: 23. Favorite shapes: Triangles. Triggers: N/A. Extra: I’m trying to join more groups and I’m super stoked to see this one!

IC

Basic information

Name: Tweek Tweak. Pronouns: He/ Him. Age: 22. Appearance: 5'6, of mostly Italian decent with a bit of Turkish, freckles sprinkled across nose and cheeks with the occasional random freckle here and there. Heterochromia iridis in both eyes, blue with spots of hazel brown. Pale with an olive complexion. Personality: Tweek, at first glance, is an anxiety ridden mess of emotions. However, there is far more to him than meets the eye. He is fiercely loyal with a strong sense of justice, ready to protect those he deems his friends at all costs. He is also stubborn and hot-headed with a tendency towards pettiness at those who have crossed him. Though his personality usually borders on intense, he does have the occasional moment of softness as well. Basic human decency (such as being told he is capable or having his problems actually listened to) means the world to him as it’s something he has never truly experienced before due to his parents failure in properly caring for him. When particularly freaked out he has a bad habit of coming across in a rather blunt manner, blurting out his thoughts without even thinking. He is also a hard worker, though he isn’t particularly fond of the stress of it.

Music/Career/Etc (If the character chosen is either in PCT or TDP, some of these informations can be left blank unless you’d like to add more)

Band or independent: Band Instruments played: Piano Role in the band: Vocals, piano, composer

If crew member: N/A

Band/artists associated with: TDP Role: Composer Speciality: Creating Music

Headcanons OR writing sample: 1. When he was 12 he shaved his head so he wouldn’t be able to pull at his hair anymore. He also did this so he could allow his scalp to heal from all the abuse he had done to it. Since then his hair has grown back, but he still likes to keep it relatively short. 2. He disowned himself from his family after discovering the secret behind their business, and has not spoken to them since leaving. 3. His skin is not great as he struggles with self care and constantly picks/scratches at it. He uses bandaids and bandages to cover up any fresh wounds. 4. He loves working with his hands as it helps with his anxiety and allows him to focus his mind elsewhere. 5. He uses music as a way to cope, as shown in Put it Down, and likes to create his own music. 6. He is a commercial music major. 7. He has scoliosis, achy joints, and chronic nosebleeds. Writing Sample: Uneven teeth chew restlessly at chapped lips as a pair of mismatched eyes move to scan the area for what was probably the hundredth time that minute. It had been at least an hour or so since his last tremor and he was beginning to feel something akin to what one might call…pride? Unfortunately, the feeling did not last, as a bag of coffee grounds toppling over from within the back room caused him to erupt into a violent convulsion, immediately shaking him of all previous feelings of euphoria. So much for that… “GAH! What was that!?” he frantically spun around, eyeing the back door as if it were the entrance to the gates of hell rather than just the stuffy, dimly lit room he had spent a majority of his childhood in. “Oh god, oh jesus…. I knew this would happen- AHH! Why do they keep making me stay here so late, man. They know I can’t handle it!” He knits his eyebrows together in frustration, deseperately trying to take hold of the overbearing anxious energy that was currently plaguing him. It would all be over soon. That’s just what he had to keep telling himself. There was no reason to get so worked up over a little noise.