#butters Storch

[buggieart]

south park doods :3 wawoo im totally back from my hiatus (lying)

[wetlittlebeast]

Ok has anyone thought about

[thewisemankey]

They actually all fit their roles, WTF. XD

superbad is one of my fav movies so i had to do this cus it’s literally them

[lordbuttfart]

Hes confused then confusen’t then confused again

[kyle-bro]

stan: doesn't it feel good when your brain releases a bunch of endorphins?

butters: why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins lol

[sparkles-and-trash]

«awh, hamburgers New Kid, will this be dangerous? I sure hope I can help...»

bonus: senpai noticed me ;-;

[uas-art]

Ok so the ask went missing :( But someone asked for the rarepair of Craig and Butters. They're making costumes for their pets.

[princeofzircon]

I love a lady... so so much.

Reblogs are okay! But do not repost without permission!

[pineappleciders]

Y’know how you did a South Park request of Kyle and Kenny finding out you self-harm? Can you do that again, but with Butters and Tweek instead?

A/N: yeah!! i love doing requests like this. this is platonic btw,, tweeks part is a lot longer mostly because theres more dialouge!

TRIGGER WARNING: blood, self-harm, relapse, blades

BUTTERS and TWEEK reacting to reader self-harming

sitting in your bed, you were doing your usual routine.

swipe, stop the bleeding, move on. it was a ritual that brought you comfort. something that was always the same. something you could always return to.

you barely have any time to react as someone twists open the knob of your door and opens it, knocking on their way in.

"hey, Y/N! you gotta come see what- oh jesus!"

his tone switches up and he steps back in shock at the sight of you bleeding.

his first instinct is to look away and walk out, apologizing. but he doesn't, he can't! you're hurt, and you need his help!

he cautiously steps closer to you. "jeez, are you okay Y/N? you're hurt pretty bad.." he looks at the cuts on your arm, automatically assuming it was not intentional.

you cover it up and hide further into your bed. "no, i'm alright. thanks though."

he lingers for a moment, playing with his hands, before shouting "i'll be right back!" and running out.

he comes back with a box of hello-kitty themed band-aids, and sits next to you on the bed. he sees the blade, he sees the bloody towel, but he doesn't say anything.

he gently takes your arm and places the band-aids over your wounds, strategically as to hold them close. "there! ooh, you probably need some ointment, hold on!"

as he gets up to go get it, you stop him. he looks at you quizzically, and he's a little shocked at the tears in your eyes and your sad face.

"h-hey, what's wrong? does it hurt? i bet it does, i can get some-" you sniffle and cut him off. "no, i just wanted to say thank you."

he tilts his head a bit. "well, of course! i'd do anything for my best buddy!" he does his silly little smile.

it fades as his eyes trail downwards. "hey, Y/N?" "hm?" "why did you do that? did you mean to?"

it hits you that butters hasn't had any experience with self-harm and doesn't know what it is.

"we-well... uh... yeah. it's.. it's like a coping mechanism. i dunno how to explain it.."

"coping? cope with what?"

you sigh in exasperation. you wish he didn't ask. "erm.. like my mental state and stress and stuff. it's not good, i know, but it's the only thing that helps." you look away in embarrassment.

he has a little frown on his face. "well i don't want you doing that, Y/N! it's not safe!" he takes one of your hands in his. butters always knew how to be corny.

"i know it's rough, but i'm here for you bud! sometimes.. sometimes i wanna do that too. like when i get yelled at and i just wanna hit myself cuz it's all too much. but.. but we shouldn't! it's dangerous."

"anytime you wanna do that, you tell me and we can color, OK?" butters doesn't treat it like it's a sensitive subject. he's honest, and he's genuine.

you lightly smile. "okay. thanks, butters."

he goofily smiles again. "now lemme go get the ointment!"

you shut the door and slide down the wall of the bathroom. the floor was probably gross, but you could care less right now.

you're having a panic attack again. in a coffee shop.

it happens often when you're ordering food, and you rushed to the bathroom when all of the red flags started showing. you needed to relieve this pressure, and quickly.

taking out your 'cutting bag', you hold the blade in your finger, and start slitting. each cut is wobbly and painful. you're shaking.

you let yourself bleed. usually you stop it as soon as you cut, holding toilet paper or a towel to it, but you just wanted to bleed. you've been so exhausted lately.

a bit passes and you're about to get up to start cleaning up, but a loud knock pounds on the bathroom door.

"h-hey, Y/N! what's taking so long, are you okay?" tweeks voice cracks from the other side of the door, and your heart drops.

"er, yeah i'm okay! just finishing up!" you're still catching your breath, freezing in place as to not make a sound.

"are you sure? you ran in there pretty fast, did the coffee give you diarrhea? ACK!"

you stifle a laugh at the random comment. "heh, uh, no i'm fine. just.. really had to pee."

a moment of silence passes.

you nearly piss your pants when the doorknob moves and unlocks. scrambling to stand and cover yourself, you hold your bag close as he opens the door.

"dude! a little privacy!" you shout, backing up once he shuts the door behind him. you keep forgetting his family owns the place and has the bathroom keys.

"aha! so you weren't peeing! you're holding everyone up, we only have..." he trails off when he looks down, seeing a small splotch of red liquid on the floor.

"is.. is that.. BLOOD?" his voice freaks out, and you put your hand over his mouth to shut him up. "ssshhhhush!!!"

you uncover his mouth, and he takes a deep breath to calm himself.

"why is there blood on the floor."

you awkwardly chuckle. "uh... haha. i'm... on my period??" you grin, trying to crack a joke.

he deadpans and looks at you, expecting a real answer.

you sigh. "okay, um, promise not to tell anyone."

he does a motion mimicking zipping his mouth and throwing the key away, eager to hear what on earth you've been in here so long for.

you were about to tell him, but you backed out last-second. "i, uh, cut my finger." you blurt it out, averting your eyes.

he's vibrating a little, and he twitches.

"you don't want me telling anyone you cut your finger?"

"..yeah."

"...."

"...."

"do you need a band-aid?"

"..yeahh." you say that, hoping he'll leave to get one. giving you a chance to escape.

he pulls one out of his pocket, but you aren't really shocked. you're sure he has tons of little mishaps with all the violent movements he makes.

"show me." he unpeels the band-aid and holds it out to you, waiting for your finger to place it on.

you know you're fucked at this point.

"i can put it on myself."

"show me it." he tries to be stern, but you can't take him seriously with his wobbly voice.

you snatch the band-aid from him and turn to the side, playing with your finger. "i don't need help."

he huffs in frustration. "alright, what the hells the matter with you? are you okay? like, actually?" he has a lot of worry in his voice.

you feel tears pricking at your eyes. this is kind of a weird and funny situation, but it didn't start like that. "yeah... i'm fine."

his eyes are full of concern, and his eyes dart around before landing on your arm.

"...can i see your arm?"

"what?"

"i said can i see your arm?"

fuck. you're busted now for sure. how did he know?

you lift up the sleeve of the shirt you didn't cut. "the other one," he says.

and so, you hesitated, but you lift up the other one, revealing your freshly cut wounds that are still seeping blood. he gasps and covers his own mouth, as if to keep himself from screaming.

"ssshh, i know, i know. it's fine." you go to roll your sleeve back down, but he grabs it and holds it up, inspecting your cuts. "jesus christ! give me that band-aid," you give him the one in your hand and he places it over your cut to hold the skin together.

you can't help but notice his attempts at keeping his hands calm and slow, despite the incredible urge to shake like crazy. his fingers are rough and vibrating, but he tries to be calm near your injuries.

he gives up trying to get the band-aids on your skin and rushes out, coming back quickly with a first-aid kit. he unboxes it and treats your wounds with ointment, cleaning them and bandaging them with gauze.

"yeah, it hurts, i know. you'll be okay."

he does it all with an incredible sense of urgency and speed, but he purposefully doesn't speak or start tweeking out for your sake. the last thing he wants to do is stress you out.

he cleans you up and rolls your sleeve back down, and holds his forehead, sighing. you start to feel really terrible for making him deal with you.

tweek suddenly engulfs you in a hug. it's warm, maybe not so comfortable as he's very clearly on edge, but it's warm and nice. you slowly wrap your arms around him, and he lets go.

tweek wants to show more.. affection?? he wants to show that he cares but he doesn't know how.

"listen, uh.. i-i know it's really hard. i've been through stuff like this and.. i just want you to know i'm here for you, dude. like, i care and stuff, and ACK! i don't want to see you hurting!" his voice cracks and speeds up at the end, and he's twitching a lot.

you almost smile at his attempt to make you feel better. it's obvious he cares, even if he can't express it well. it makes you happy knowing he cares.

"yeah, thanks tweek." you wipe your eyes and grab his hand.

"can we just.. pretend this never happened? like please don't tell my parents. or anyone." you ask, cleaning yourself up.

"y-yeah, 'course. but you can talk to me, o-okay?" he grabs toilet paper and wipes the blood off the floor, throwing it in the trash.

you slightly smile. "yeah, i got it. thanks, again."

[pinkielovessans]

heyy have some more screencap redraws :)

[farydraws]

"I was just a boy, you see. I beg you to have mercy on me"

[ghostingicarus]

South park song gifs! Butters: love me, love me, love me! Eric: we are young Kenny: sad story (out of luck) Kyle: animal Stan: its over isn't it

[sparkles-and-trash]

I caaaaan’t they’re soft and precious and the strokes and colors are just getting so much better so fast, ahhhh ;-; 💖

[pandemoh]

Proceso Profesor Caos! (CoffcoffButters)

[taowodles]

South park

Episódio 04, temporada 10

"Os bucks não são Maricas"

!!PARTE 3!!

No dia seguinte, Bucks estava sentado do lado de fora da escola no recreio. Estava sem um lado  da luva, novamente. Não trouxe seu almoço, e suas mãos tremiam pela fome. Observava todos brincando enquanto estava sentado com as mãos no rosto. Viu um loiro se aproximar de si, segurando um pacote de algo na mão. Butters entrega o pacote para Bucks.

— Sinto muito pelo meu amigo Eric..toma isso aqui.

Soube que você não trouxe lanche..

Bucks agradeceu mentalmente e começou a comer. Butters juntava suas mãos inquietamente enquanto o garoto comia o lanche, como se não esperasse a hora para algo...

— Você tá bem? Você tá meio pálido. — butters perguntou

— Eu me sinto mal pelo soco que eu dei no Cartman. Não por ele, mae por mim. Pensar que ele mereceu aquele soco ainda me deixa pior ainda. Não foi algo moralmente correto. Bater em alguém não é certo. Meu pai me ensinou a ser gentil sobre qualquer situação, e olha pra mim! Eu agredi alguém porque fiquei com raiva!

Butters não conseguia o olhar nos olhos em alguns momentos, suas mãos continuavam inquietas.

— Eu não devo ser assim. Meu pai diz que eu preciso ser gentil que as coisas boas vão voltar pra mim, mas essa gentileza não tá dando em nada. Sempre me deixam para trás. O que é bom em ser bom?  Eu preciso seguir ordens de pessoas que eu nem conheço que decidem oque é certo ou errado pelos seus pensamentos. Eu acho que.....que eu...aí eu....

O de roupas verdes sentiu sua visão turva e um pouco sonolento..Seus olhos pesavam como nunca.. Storch urgentemente o abraça de lado, e o leva até a enfermaria..não conseguia abrir os olhos direito. A sua última visão foi de uma bola vermelha se aproximando.

..

Acordou. Não estava mais na escola, nem na enfermaria. Suas visão foi voltando aos poucos e assimilou aonde estava. Em um porão que alguma criança usa como base secreta, já que é claro o contraste entre itens de jardinagem e brinquedinhos.. mesmo não sabendo qual pertence a mãe e ao filho.

Depois de um tempo finalmente percebeu que estava amarrado em uma cadeira, preso com cordas de...couro e pedras brilhosas? Okay. Isso definitivamente não pertencia a alguma criança e muito menos a um adulto normal.

— Olá, pobre. — Uma voz áspera exclamou.

Bucks se assustou com aquela voz, se virando e observando quem era. Cartman estava ao seu lado sorrindo. Ao lado dos dois, tinha um projetor de luz ligado.

— Cartman..? O que tá acontecendo?

Bucks tentou se soltar das cordas eróticas. Olhou para o lado e viu Butters juntando suas mãos envergonhado. Parou de se debater.

—V-você me deu o lanche...

— Desculpa...o Eric que pediu..

Pedro olhou irritadissimo para Eric. Não entendia o motivo daquilo tudo. Foi porque lhe deu um soco?

— Você tem mãos fortes..seu soco doeu de verdade. Mas os rumores não vão parar, e você vai ser tão viado quanto o seu pai.

((TW.))

Clicou em um botão. O monitor começou a reproduzir uma imagem de duas pessoas. Dois homens. Um adulto e uma criança. Eles conversavam sobre algo, estava meio difícil de saber o que era, o áudio estava afastado. Um estava vestido de policial e o outro estava de uniforme. O estudante estava sendo revistado até que o policial retira todas as suas roupas. A diferença de idade e altura era nitidamente perceptível..Bucks estava com os olhos arregalados encarando a tela. Que porra é aquela!?

— Soube que seu pai era policial, né? — Cartman riu.

O vídeo reproduzia sons de gritos. Aquilo não era pornô. Não era sexo. Era estupro. Tortura. Pedofilia. Não era certo. Ele não estava bem. A criança do vídeo pedia socorro. A câmera era tão tremida e mal angulada que chegou na conclusão de que o vídeo era real e não uma encenação. O som daquela criança sofrendo..ela tinha a sua idade.

— CARTMAN, QUE MERDA?! ME TIRA DAQUI-- começou a chorar em desespero. Por quê aquele policial tinha a barba falha igual a de seu pai?!

Cartman chegou bem perto de seu ouvido e disse em seu ouvido "seu pai vai fazer isso com você, ele é gay igual a essa homem"

Seus olhos não podiam estar mais arregalados que agora. Sentia o gosto de vômito em sua boca. Não conseguia deixar de observar tudo aquilo. A cena do vídeo mudou. Estavam filmando o garoto com o corpo todo ensanguentado, com os olhos revirados e uma expressão assustada. Estava todo sujo de sêmen. O garoto estava morto.

Jesus, como Bucks se assustou nessa cena. Butters já tinha ido embora em alguma hora. Cartman susurrou novamente em seu ouvido. Suas palavras saíram ríspidas e de forma irônica

— Peça desculpas.

O garoto do vídeo estava prestes a ser jogado em uma caçamba de lixo. Um dos homens pegou uma parte de seu braço e arrancou. Começou a comer os braços do garoto na frente da câmera. Era possível ouvir o som dos ossos quebrando. Bucks vomitou em cima de si mesmo. Não aguentava mais ver aquela cena traumatizante. Suplicava por desculpas enquanto chorava e gritava todo ar em seus pulmões. Não conseguia nem ao menos dizer a palavra, já que sua mente e seus soluços não o permitiam formular.

O vídeo mudou. E mudou. E mudou. E mudou. E mudou...

Bucks já tinha desmaiado umas três vezes mas os vídeos ainda continuavam. Não aguentava mais. Já viu milhares de vídeos. Estava cansado, queria morrer. Desmaiou pela última vez..

...••>>

Tinham se passado uma semana após aquele acontecimento. Os quatro garotos estavam no ponto de ônibus em silêncio. Mas Cartman ria baixinho por longos segundos.

— O que foi agora, bundão?! — Kyle perguntou exaltado.

— Haha... Nada não..

— Você não sabe, Kyle? O Cartman amarrou a perna o Perro no mastro da bandeira e quase fez ele arrancar as próprias pernas com uma serra pra poder almoçar — Marsh disse

— HmmMhmmmhmmHm Hhmm — Kenny

— Como você soube disso? — Kyle

— O Butters contou. — Stan

— hahahahah...

Logo um pouco longe dali, passava o garoto de casaco preto. Era Pedro...

Bucks andava pelas ruas de south park. A cada passo que dava com seu sapato desfolado, lembranças ruins invadiam sua mente. Recuou seus ombros, abraçou seu prórpio corpo enquanto seus pés andavam cada vez mais rápidos. Um movimento estranho e já olhava para a direita, vendo se tinha algo ali. Um senhor dando comida para pombos. Aquele senhor segurava uma sacola de papelão..grande o suficiente para caber uma arma ou um frasco de clorofórmio....

"GHAAH!" Bucks gritou, andando cada vez mais rápido. Olhou para esquerda, um homem barbudo aproximava de si.. Tinha braços grandes, com certeza ele conseguia o puxar para o beco mais próximo sem nenhum esforço..pelo seu

rosto inexpressível, era notável de que não se importaria em ve-lo sendo sequestrado, ou alisado.

Virou a rua, mudando o caminho.

"o-oque tá acontecendo comigo..?" Desviou do olhar do senhor, apertou sua mochila e foi andando com os ombros levantados.

— Ei, criança...você sabe que horas tem?  — o senhor pergunta.

— HUAAAAH!! —Bucks começou a gritar e saiu correndo.

O senhor se surpreendeu com essa reação. Colocou as mãos no bolso e ajeitou a coluna.

— Tsk...essas crianças tão ficando espertas hein.

Quando chegou no ponto de ônibus, já tinha passado do horário adequado.

— Ah, que merda!

Teve que ir andando. A cada esquina, rua, avenida que passava se sentia observado. Não entendia esse sentimento, mas só queria ir embora, voltar pra casa. Tudo se tornou um perigo eminente em potencial. Os rostos comuns se assemelhavam aos do vídeo. Dava a volta em quadras porque alguém ou algo não estava seguro pra si. Chegou na escola na hora do recreio, quatro horas atrasado. Estava cansado, acabado. Queria se trancar em um banheiro e chorar. Mas até banheiros são perigosos.

[sparkles-and-trash]

Changed it up to four characters because why not lol

South Park and Bob’s Burgers mini-AU’s to take your mind of the Tumblr tiddy-ban

okay, that’s one of the top 5 titles I never thought I’d use

BUT, Tumblr is kinda falling apart right now, and I’m all for trying to fight this shit, but I honestly believe the best we can do, besides making a fuss, is to keep doing what we like doing here, sooo…

Here’s what I wanna do:

I have this little listof classic AU’s, and then you can pick South Park or Bob’s Burgers (no crossovers) characters and ships, and then you guys can pair them up and send them to me, and I’ll make a little AU where I make a moodboard and a short drabble on the AU!

Bob’s Burgers AU I’ve already done

South Park AU I’m currently doing

AU’s:

Coffee Shop

Ghost Hunters

Fantasy

Medival

Royal

Hospital

Flower Shop

Monsters

Hogwarts

Famous

Homeless

Internet famous/youtubers

Occult

Equestrian

Circus

Runaways

Neighbours

Fake dating

Snowstorm

Haunted House

So, like I said, send me an ask or DM with up to four characters, or a ship, from South Park or Bob’s Burgers (no crossovers tho), and if there’s anything extra you want included, and I’ll do as many as I can!

I won’t be able to start until tomorrow night or Friday, since I’m finally getting my head filled botox for my migraines tomorrow, lol, but I’ll do it as fast as I can!

reblog if you want to, and I’ll love ya forever