#marsh writing

[paeliae-occasionally]

OC questionnaire!

Thanks @saturnine-saturneight for the tag!

I will be answering for Marsh and Apollo.

A comet is headed for the earth. There are only 5 minutes left before impact. What do you do?

Marsh: Well, I can’t let the comet have a larger kill count than me… Besides if they are all going to die anyway, even Daimion can’t argue that it is amoral.

Apollo: I would try and get as many people as possible to safety. The destruction depends on the size of the comet, so if it was small enough I just need to get people out of the blast radius, but if it is world ending size I would use the runes to travel to it (vana) and try to destroy it before it hit. (Pakala) Even though I would probably die in the process.

What is your sleeping position? What do you need to fall asleep?

Marsh: I was in different prison cells for nearly 10 years. I can sleep wherever I am put. I don’t like sleeping around other people, but you get used to it. I sleep flat on my back, with a knife in my hand when I can, so if I am attacked

Apollo: I didn’t have much in the way of furniture growing up, so I am not picky. I sleep on my side, usually facing to my right.

What would happen if you shared your greatest secret with somebody?

Marsh: I don’t really keep secrets. Other than the fun ones, or the ones everyone knows I am keeping and won’t tell them. The biggest one right now is the location of the remaining civilians from a massacre a while back. Daimion wants to find them to assuage his guilt, but if I tell him he won’t need me and I will be sent back to prison, which would be awfully boring. Also it would break the plot. The whole point of the adventure is that Daimion finds his way to the end and grows as a person, and if I just told him the answer, that wouldn’t happen.

Apollo: My biggest secret right now is probably the location of the camp and the manor. The Ponturesi and the Mages are looking for them for the sorcerers and Tyro. If I told anyone, the camps would be attacked and I am not sure how well we could survive a full on attack. Most of our success so far has been stealthy and based on the element of surprise. It might entirely destroy everything we have built here.

Your questions are:

What is your deepest fear?

What happened to your biological family? (Because no one in fantasy has a bio family)

If you could visit any point in your world’s history, (or any point in your story if it is based on earth) when and where would it be?

Tagging @theink-stainedfolk, @sunglasses-in-the-bentley @drchenquill, @the-golden-comet, @willtheweaver,

@leahnardo-da-veggie, @frostedlemonwriter @fortunatetragedy, @fourwingedwriter, @somethingclevermahogony,

@mk-writes-stuff, @davycoquette, @ddgraywrites, @diabolical-blue and @tildeathiwillwrite.

+open tag to anyone reading this.

[paeliae-occasionally]

I love writing justifications for abnormal morals. It so interesting to me that people have entirely different considerations when it comes to morality.

For example a character who will not lie, but kills without remorse, because he sees the truth as valuable and human life not having inherent value.

Writers/Authors, what are your favorite tropes to write and why?

[authenticcadence18]

SWAMPY MARSH YOU LEGEND!!!!!!!!

[anakur]

Cuddling him would include... (Featuring The Main 4 & Butters)

🌹| A/N : My first post ^^ I'm glad to have finished it though I am a tad bit worried over my characterisation of them. Guess that's just how I am haha

🥀| Warning(s) : slight nsfw implications- mostly parents' assumptions, but also during the last part for Kenny

Stan ⋆ ˚｡⋆🎧˚

Listening to music. Sharing earbuds or earphones. Especially when his parents are arguing (or if Randy is just... Being Randy)

You two are cuddling, as you look up, you see Stan with his earbud in hand, listening to the noise outside his room. He sighs before turning to you. He presses you closer to him as he turns up the volume on his phone. You wrap your arms around his neck and he closes his eyes, relaxing at your touch.

Smells like weed. Because,, Tegridy Farms.

Wears his beanie when you're cuddling. You take it off and he gets grumpy. Kiss him on his forehead in conciliation and watch as he gets that stupid Charlie Brown grin on his face.

The first few times you cuddled in Stan's room, he cleaned it up beforehand but after the first few times, he stops. Not to say his room is dirty, just, you may find an empty bottle on his nightstand, some clothes tucked underneath his bed or a hoodie draped over his desk chair, threatening to fall.

At some point Stan may get up to move it but it only ends up falling, so he leaves it on the floor. Next time you come over its still there (he swears he picked it up eventually and it just fell again)

The first time you two were cuddling he spent the majority of the cuddling session with his face pressed into the crook of your neck or your shoulder. You found it sweet. He was flustered, because in actuality he was trying to fight the urge to vomit. Eventually he has to excuse himself for a moment. Felt he messed up and ruined the moment, but his heart skipped a beat when he came back to see you waiting for him with open arms.

Kyle ⋆ ˚｡⋆📚˚

He finds drooling to be a bit gross, even though he knows it's not something you control. In the beginning of your relationship he will wake you up to tell you that you were drooling. Reasurres you it's fine when he watches you get embarrassed. Later on in the relationship, he'll just grab a tissue from the box on his nightstand and wipe it off himself.

It's what he keeps his tissue box there for. nothing else

Has to keep the door open, because his mom tells him to. Although his dad is a bit more lenient about it.

Sometimes when you forget about it, Ike will come into the room- having announced himself by a short knock at the door- as he stares at his phone and simply tells you:

" Mom says to keep the door open. "

Ike then proceeds to leave it wide open

" Close it halfway. "

He's already gone.

Kyle's the one who gets up to do it, leaving the door ajar. Everytime. Doesn't make you get up. If you ask for a glass of water, he'll also get it for you (and give you a forehead kiss). Don't abuse that power though, once you overuse it he'll start making you get it yourself.

Will not fall asleep when you're playing with his hair, but, he does feel very comfortable in that position

Says very sweet mushy stuff to you and gets embarrassed when he realizes you were awake the whole time. He trails off and stops talking.

Pushes you away playfully if you ask why he stopped or tell him to continue talking.

If you're watching a movie and cuddling, with a blanket covering you both, especially if it's dark outside and the lights are turned off, Sheila eyes you suspiciously when walking by. Staring particularly onto the blanket on your laps, covering you both waist down.

Kenny ⋆ ˚｡⋆🗑˚

Finds it cute when you drool. He'll chuckle and wipe it off.

Keeps his door closed. Hates it when you can hear his parents arguing. He would offer to share his ear phones but they're not in the greatest condition. Electric sparks flying and exposed wires. So, bringing your own pair would be very much appreciated.

Whispers mushy things to you when you're asleep. When he notices you're awake, he switches it up and starts saying dumb things just to make you laugh. Hears you give in and start giggling and he grins, acting surprised as if he had no idea you were awake.

When Kenny's household becomes too loud, he'll take you outside and lay on the grass together. Makes up constellation names.

It's the middle of the night while you're both sprawled out on the bed. You're sleeping and he's awake. He listens to the sounds outside the window and your breathing. When he hears you moving, he looks over and gently pets your hair, telling you to go back to sleep. His voice quiet and gentle.

be prepared for waking up and having Kenny casually mention he got morning wood

Cartman ⋆ ˚｡⋆🍫˚

Liane asks him to keep the door open but she's very lenient about it, by simply mentioning it as she walks by Cartman's room.

Also will bring you two snacks

Cartman is the type of person to tell his mom you're hungry, when, in fact, he was the one who suggested getting something to eat.

Flabbergasted when his mom turns to you asking what'd you'd like to eat.

Tries to cut you off, suddenly switching to 'we'

Smells like food.

Unlike the other guys he does NOT clean up his room beforehand. I believe however, his room is clean for the most part.

You had to nag him to clean his bed. Yes, his sheets are regularly washed and his bed gets made (both by Liane), but he eats in his bed. Which leaves some crumbs, that stay even after he 'sweeps them off' with his hands.

Imagine Liane's utmost surprise to see her darling son, Eric, on the bathroom floor, with his bed and pillow covers, squinting at the instruction on his phone. He mutters some swear words, before finally turning to her for help.

So the next time you come over, he had cleaned his bed hours before you came and restrained himself from doing anything on it until you arrived.

Actually gets pissed when you don't mention or even notice how clean his bed suddenly has become.

On second thought, he realized you probably will not praise him on a such a basic household task. But c'mon at least acknowledge it.

Lets you lay on him, sometimes.

He's watching some dumb videos on his phone as he had gracefully allowed you to lay your head on his shoulder.

You ask him to turn down the volume.

Fights the urge to not be a dick about it, and not raise the volume.

Begrudgingly he reaches for his headphones.

Once you fall asleep, he starts rubbing your back slowly. Immediately yeets his hand away when you wake up.

Doesn't want to deal with you waking up, even if he himself had also been awake.

" Eric... " you mumble, opening your eyes.

" Go to sleep. " he pushes your head down, as gently as you'd expect him to, onto the pillow.

" But I want water... "

" No. "

" ... What do you mea-"

" If you drink water you'll end up pissing yourself while you sleep. In my bed. "

"... That's not how it works. "

He then proceeded to press you into his chest.

" Fucking sleep. "

Butters ⋆ ˚｡⋆🌼˚

His parents definitely have him leave the door of his bedroom wide open. Not just slightly open. No, fully open. So, the cuddling has to be kept at a modest level.

Just sitting next to each other with some space in the middle between you both.

If his dad walks in, he'll stare at you, as to make sure nothing suspicious is going on.

If his mom walks in, she might remark how nice it is to have you over, asking if you two are comfortable and reminding to keep the doors open.

Holds your hand. Either your fingers are intertwined or he plays with your fingers as you talk, or just lay there in comfortable silence.

Falls asleep first, despite his attempts at staying awake, to make sure you sleep peacefully. However Butters is the one who wakes up first, so you just have him staring at you for a couple of seconds before realizing it may have come across as creepy and apologising for it immediately.

When you traced your finger along the scar on his face, he like squeezed his eyes shut at first. But then next time you ask before doing so, and he relaxes into it. Now he melts when you do it.

Would brush his fingers through your hair, no matter its length. But if his fingers get stuck he freaks out and thinks its his fault.

[pineappleciders]

I loved your older siblings has, can u do more of them ?? :3

south park main 4 with a stereotypical older sibling reader

A/N: of course!!!! i've actually gotten several reqs to do more of these so i'm gonna do the main 4!!! i hope this is what you meant :D also so sorry for this being super late i have too many drafts

stan marsh

ANOTHER SHELLY??? pray for him

his friends have seriously been getting annoyed with how much he complains about his older siblings

you don't beat him up as bad as shelly does but you do shove him out of the way and noogie him and all that. you take his hat off and make fun of his greasy hair and he gets super pissy

always angry about how you always manage to woo your parents over. how sharon treats you like an angel when you're actually an evil dick

you and shelly gang up on him all the time LOL you two plan together in your rooms about how to annoy him. like when his friends are over you constantly open the door randomly just to put him on edge

whenever he's having problems with wendy he always comes to you. you always laugh and make fun of him but you actually give really good relationship advice

despite constantly making fun of him and annoying him you actually always have his back?? when he's getting bullied or he feels scared you're always on the person's ass and ready to jump in front of him at any moment

you'd never admit it though. stan is a little shit but he's a funny evil little shit

kyle broflovski

he peeks into a room to see you playing with ike and smiling and laughing and treating him like a little angel and he compares that to how you treat him and he thinks it's unfair

what he doesn't know is that when he was a baby like ike you were constantly cooing at him and carrying him. you think you would die of embarrassment if your parents showed him pictures of you reading him bedtime stories

he thinks you HATE him. like he is 100% convinced that you are out to get him. i mean you kinda are but it's tough love yk

you hide his hat often because you know he would rather die than go to school without it. he gets all pissed and snatches it when he finds it

calls you stupid and stuff like stereotypical sibling behavior but you're really the only grown-up he can trust with issues. sheila is amazing but she has quite a temper,, you're not that great either but you always help out somehow

tattles on you when you do smth he knows ur not supposed to be. he doesn't take immense joy in being a snitch but he thinks you deserve it

eric cartman

he hates you. you're #1 on his shit-list. like seriously be careful

whines and stamps his foot when you aren't a pushover and actually make him do basic things. like how dare you be a normal human being. he hates liane too but he always clings to her when you're around

whenever you see his friends you like to embarrass him by telling them how much of a mama's boy he is. and it doesn't really work because their opinion of him can't get much lower

is constantly plotting on how to get rid of you. sometimes you find papers in his room that are either extremely complicated or super simple plans to kill you

he also tapes threatening letters to your door sometimes. you're not really scared of him, but after the incident with the tenormans, you started locking your door at night..

his friends are actually quite thankful that there's someone to keep eric in his place now. he actually acts... somewhat more normal now. it's frightening how just having an older sibling can keep him in line

although... not completely. he's still a little devil and you pick him up by his scruff like a kitten whenever you catch him plotting.

kenny mccormick

even if you occasionally lock the door on him, and tease him in his stupid little roleplay outfits, he's still quite thankful to have an elder figure in his life who can take care of him.

admittedly, it's very hard to be mean to kenny and karen, so you typically find yourself bullying kevin the most.

it's never mean-spirited though. living in a household like that requires you to stick together, and you honestly wouldn't trade your siblings for the world

you get a job pretty early to start providing for your family, and you're often forced to bring kenny and the others with you to work at your boring cashier job. kevin likes to help out with restocking while karen and kenny play dolls behind the register

you smack kenny upside the head everytime you catch him reading porno mags.

his friends either think you're awesome or think you're lame. depends on how u act and cartman probably lowkey likes you but doesn't admit it cuz ur poor😭😭

even though you're mean to him u and kenny still chill a lot together. he'll always ask about adult stuff like weed but you never entertain his goofy ideas. he might try to act more grown, but he'll always be your baby brother!!!

[green-alien-turdz]

Almost didn't finish this in time

[naffeclipse]

Link

The Marsh Monster

Cryptid!Monty x Reader

You're not afraid of most things. When you learn of a child's abduction and face the one responsible, you act quickly. After rescuing the child, you return to make sure the kidnapper doesn't get away. You discover, deep in the marsh, that you are not the only one hunting down a predator.

Word Count: ~8,800 Warnings: Horror, Blood, Violence, Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, and Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Last year I wrote about Cryptid!Eclipse enjoying some candy hearts with their heart, but this year I thought it would be neat to explore the world further and introduce a new cryptid guy. Monty deserves a little loving! And I just can't resist making my faves into monsters that want a little smooch and cuddle <3

As a warning, there are implications of child abuse/sexual assault, however, it is never depicted nor does it occur within the events of this fic.

Please read carefully, and enjoy!

[dietdoubledewme]

scene that i definitely have in my drafts for me college au, just felt like drawin' it in case it doesn't make it into the final draft

[warriorheart13-blog]

One Piece Shanks x Reader: My Soul

(A/n): this is the second half for @frostynight0265 request! And also @pure-kirarin asked me to tag them so i hope this makes you feel better sweetie!

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Shanks was a feared Emperor of the seas. No one dared to mess with him and his crew.

But one newbie crew didnt know any better. And attacked. The crew was much stronger than the newbies. However they got the last laugh as they knocked you, the only devil fruit user into the murky waters below.

Shanks yelled out your name with fear laced in his voice. He panicked before jumping into the sea to save you.

There was a small problem with that though.

He only had one arm, making his swimming less stronger than before. So, holding both of you was even harder.

Hongo and Beckman went in after the two to help out. Once back on the ship, Hongo immediately started CPR to compress the water out of you. Shanks holding your hand so tightly he was afraid you would disappear.

You coughed, spluttering out water. You looked hazily at Shanks. "Shanks...why are you soaking wet...? You're gonna catch a cold." Even half dead, you were still scolding him.

He chuckled. "I was an idiot and jumped in to save you...i couldnt lose you. Not now not ever."

"Shanks...you know i couldnt ever leave you. You are a part of my soul and being...just as i am a part of yours."

"Oh sweetheart...youre not a part of my soul... you are my soul, its entirety. Without you, id be a husk. I love you." He gently kissed your forehead.

"I love you too, Shanks. My savior."

"I will always jump in after you, no matter what."

[paeliae-occasionally]

OC questionnaire tag!

Thanks for the tag @theink-stainedfolk.

I will be answering for Marsh, because we all know he is your favourite, and Daimion for contrast.

In your opinion, is the truth always necessary?

Marsh: Usually yes. People associate me with lying, because they see the killing and the disregard for “the importance of human life” and equate them with being deceitful. People are wrong in my case, though I can’t blame them. Many other killers are also liars.

The act of my killing is at its core an act of truth. The world knows exactly who I am, and why I do what I do. Many people who have similar tastes to me hide that part of themselves like Dai, but surely that it the deception and I am the truth. By speaking honestly my crimes and continuing to stay honest to myself and my wants and needs. So yes, truth is better than living a lie.

Daimion: No. not always. Some truths are harmful and will hurt people. For example how, despite my guilt, I felt powerful while killing in the military. That is true, but speaking it would just encourage that inherently amoral tendency, so truth is not always right.

Do you lie often?

Marsh: No. I have one lie of omission going now, where I refuse to tell Daimion where the people he seeks are. And honestly it’s not really a lie, we both know that I hold this secret, but I won’t tell him. It keeps me out of prison while I ‘help him search’.

Daimion: I… Yes. More than I would like. Mainly to myself in the end, and often to others out of instinct rather than choice. I do lie. Much more than marsh. That’s never good.

Do you trust your instincts more than you trust others?

Marsh: Yes. Depends on the others, but yes. I trust my brother, and I will be loyal to him until I die, not that I would tell him that. However I have been alone with little meaningful content for nearly half of my life at this point, so I have learnt to be self reliant.

Daimion: Oh god no. I don’t trust myself. I know I am self-sabotaging and would not be able to stop myself from tearing myself or someone else apart if given the chance. I am trying to get better, Zahra is helping, but is still trust her infinitely more than I trust myself.

Your Questions:

Would you give away secret information if tortured? Be honest.

Who could you trust the most with a secret?

You have been caught somewhere you shouldn’t be! Quick, what is your excuse?

Tagging @drchenquill, @the-letterbox-archives, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @somethingclevermahogony, @tildeathiwillwrite

@the-golden-comet, @saturnine-saturneight, @honeybewrites and @poethill.

[tiredlakes]

[qingwaaa]

Can u share... your style headcanons... please...?

YEESSS OFC !!

Stan is shorter and he has really bad posture (jst like me fr 😭) so he looks even smaller next to Kyle who actually stands up straight

Kyle has little folders where he keeps all his school work and its all neat whereas Stan just has a bunch of crumpled up papers at the bottom of his bag (and exactly one pencil which he borrowed from Kyle and never gave back)

Cartman ships them hard and totally locked them in the locker room once

Stan just goes "haha lol yeah" and agrees with everything Kyle says even if he doesn't understand it

They share drinks and food like alllll the time

Kyle's got a 20 step haircare routine whereas Stan has one of those 10 in 1 shampoo things (that he uses like once a month)

Kyle has like a daily crash out (normally at Cartman) and goes on long ass rants and yells and kicks shit and Stan will just listen and nod along supportively

its always "hey, where's Stan?" and "Where's Kyle??" whenever one of them is gone for even a second

"dude" and "bro" but like romantically

They are both stupid dorks/aff

[southpark-smut]

Stan Marsh - late night drunk hookup . gn!reader . 1.2k words . MDNI summary: stan shows up at your door at three in the morning, drunk, horny, and needy... what are you gonna do with this boy? warnings: rough sex, use of 'abused' once, mean stan, intoxicated sex, barely proofread.

Fuck, it was nearly 3am. 

Yet another night that could’ve been spent sleeping wasted by scrolling on your phone. You throw your phone down on your bed and sigh, rolling over and staring at your alarm clock. “At least it’s the weekend..” you thought. You close your eyes and start to drift off. Just as you were falling asleep you’re rudely awoken by a loud knock at the door. You groan, “who the hell is knocking on my door at 3am?”

You roll out of bed and walk to the front door, rubbing your eyes and grumbling. You blink a couple times and look out the peephole. You sigh at the sight. Of course. It was Stan, a disheveled, drunken Stan. You open the door and the scent of alcohol instantly hits you. “Stan? What are you .. have you been drinking? We talked about this,” you say, wrinkling your nose.

Stan ignores your question and pushes past you, stumbling as he walks. You cross your arms and watch the mess unfold. He holds onto the wall for support, pinching the bridge of his nose. Suddenly he stops and turns around towards you. 

“I need you, right now,” he says, stumbling towards you and slumping his head onto your shoulder, “please…” he whines. The alcohol was strong on his breath. You attempt to push him off but his arms were already wrapped tightly around your waist. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved these late-night hookups. You knew it was bad, but you couldn’t stop. 

You sigh and wrap your arms around him reluctantly, resting your head against his chest. “You gotta stop doing this Stan..” 

“Please.. I promise this is the last time.. Just please, I need you,” he mutters into your shoulder. You sigh again, knowing damn well this wasn’t gonna be the last time. This was the 3rd time this week he had shown up like this, drunk and needy… Horny. You pull away and rub your face tiredly, as much as you loved the hookups… this wasn’t good for either of you. But when you look up at him, your face softens. The drunk boys sad and pleading eyes begging for it.

“Okay, Stan. But we’re talking about this once you’ve sobered up.” 

Stan's eyes light up and he wastes no time, he pulls you into a heavy and searing kiss, hands reaching down to grope your ass. He pushes hard against you, backing you up against the front door. You let out a soft moan and he deepened the kiss, his tongue felt like a knife against yours. You could taste the alcohol and stale cigarettes on his hot breath.

He pulls away, biting your bottom lip as he does, you whimper and he lets go. He shoves you onto your knees and whips off his belt, throwing it off to the side. You look up at him with wide, longing eyes, you knew you were in for a rough night. The thing about when Stan was drunk, he could either be really mean, or he could be the sweetest boy in the world. He was unpredictable, and you loved it. 

“Open.”

You comply and quickly unzip his jeans, letting his cock spring out. Beads of precum already leaking from his blushing cock. Before you could do anything, he slammed your head onto him. He let out a groan and tightened his grip on your hair, completely abusing your throat. He slammed your head down at a criminal pace, tears pricking at  your eyes. You close your eyes and try to focus on your breathing, growing more and more aroused as he groans. 

You bring a hand down to your crotch, starting to rub the front of your panties. “Fuck no,” he kicks away your hand, you look up at him with teary eyes, to which you're met with a sadistic smirk. You let out a whine, sending vibrations down his cock. He groans and sharply pulls you off him. 

“Take off your underwear and get on the couch.” He says, no room for argument. He discards his pants and tosses them aside. You strip out your panties and shirt, meeting him on the couch. He tugs off his shirt and looks towards you with lust. You lay on the couch, exposing yourself for him. Wondering what happened next. He looks down at you with an unreadable expression, the only indicator of what he was feeling was his hazy and hungry eyes. Then in one quick motion he was on top of you. 

He kisses you roughly, shoving two fingers in your entrance and pumping in and out at a merciless pace. You let out a loud mix of a gasp and a moan, surprised at the sudden intrusion, “S-slow down! Fuckk Stan,” you say, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He slows down slightly, looking down at you, deciding whether you were serious or not.

But then he looks down at your fucked out face and sees your complete bliss, he bites his lip and speeds up to pace faster than the first one. You let out a lewd moan and look at him through tears, seeing his expressionless face and clouded eyes. He pulls out his fingers, licking off your slick and kissing you again, this time slow and caring. 

He moves down and kisses your neck, gently caressing down your stomach and sides. He slowly pushes into you, setting an even pace. You moan softly and tangle your hand into his hair, knowing the softness won’t last long. He rests his hand on your stomach, still kissing your neck softly, leaving marks that would definitely show up in the morning.

He starts to completely slam into you, hitting your sweet spot dead on everytime. It almost felt bruising, but it felt so. fucking. good. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..” he mutters into your neck, each thrust harder and rougher. You wrap your legs around him and pull his hair. Even if he was a bit too rough sometimes, the release always felt like heaven. 

“S-stan I-I’m gonna-!”

“Shhh shh baby, hold on, I’m so close.” 

A few more sharp thrusts and his cock pulses, filling you up with thick, hot, cum. You let out a loud, long moan. You felt so fucking full, so fucking good. You clench tightly around his cock, releasing in pure ecstasy. He stays in you a bit, breathing heavily into your neck, before pulling out. 

He gets off you and curls up on your chest. He peppers your face with wet, sloppy kisses, murmuring sweet nothings into your neck. You sigh contently and stroke his hair, wiping off the slobbery kisses with your free hand “Okay, okay!” you say, giggling, “you’re not a dog stop slobbering all over my face” He buries his head into your chest and whines softly in protest. “Go to sleep honey,” you say, sighing softly and kissing the top of his head. 

“What am I going to do with you…” you murmur, before falling asleep along with him. 

a/n: i hope this is well writen enough and enjoyed! this is my first fic writing for any sp characters, i think i did pretty well. i worked hard on this, so i ask respectfully not to give constructive criticism im sensitive and will cry lol

[ask-southpark-kids]

FRIENDLY FACES EVERYWHERE! HUMBLE FOLKS WITHOUT TEMPTATIONS!

hello everyone!! i decided to open my own south park ask blog, its a project ive been wanting to do for a while so i thought id have some gun and offically open it! ill link the rules here in the future but for now feel free to send any asks to any south park character you have on this account! i'll try to go through all i can!

(main blog @randomlilblog / @omgtheykilledstenny :P )

[naffeclipse]

Sighting

Reader x Cryptid!Monty

Commission Info

I'm so excited to present another commission from @catbeastaisha with more Cryptid!Monty from my Cryptid AU fic! This one gets a bit spooky and angsty, like a good ol' episode of Cryptid Sightings. You have a gift for Monty, but said gift ended up stinking up your car. You return to find scratches on the door and a presence lurking in the darkness.

Content Warning for fear, violence, blood, and injury.

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You’ve made a mistake. Your blood boils at the thought of it, and you press a hand to your face in teeth-grinding frustration.

You left a fish in your car. Granted, it was fresh and wrapped up the way most meat is from the grocery store, but you loathe to think of what the heat, even as it dips into the late evening turn night, would do to the fish in your car.

It’s going to smell like a dock.

Down the boardwalk of the park, passing cypress and spanish moss hanging above the swampy water, you march forward to face your fate; what stinky horror will you uncover? You had brought the fish as a treat for Monty, and as a bit of an experiment. He talks often of his gnawing on the bones of rule breakers, and that extends to marshmallows as a treat, but the small and slim bones of a fish are somewhere in between the two food groups. The cryptid’s diet is as astounding as it is frightening.

You had bought four fish. You had carried away three when you met Monty deep in the marsh, and only realized the loss of one when you arrived to surprise Monty. He roared in delight when he saw your offering, and asked if you were trying to keep him coming around by overindulging him—as it is, it’s very much working. 

A small part of you hoped against hope that you had simply left the last fish in your fridge, and then you were too caught up in watching Monty dangle the morsel above his long, gaping maws before swallowing it whole.

The marsh monster has a way of engulfing your attention. 

The rest of the evening was spent with a bit of stargazing, and a tender caress from Monty’s claws along your hair and jawline. Then, you began to doze. You couldn’t stay, and promptly woke yourself up to get going. Monty pulled a puppy-like face when pleading with you to let him keep you safe through the night. You smiled and told him another night, when you actually have camping gear on hand.

He seemed resigned, and only pulled you back with the sweeping gentleness of his tail to kiss the top of your head before letting you go. You couldn’t help but laugh at his fish-breath, which he immediately balked and defended as your doing. 

You stepped back to try and reach him for an apologetic kiss, but unfortunately had to ask his assistance in bowing low enough for you to reach his scaly cheek with a peck of your mouth. 

Now, you leave him and drudge towards the horror of a fish growing hot and smelly in your car.

You've never thought of yourself as an absentminded person. The thoughts swirling through your head lately have been filled with seeing Monty, spending more time out in the swamp, and finding out more about him. A stupid haze that usually conjures when a person is twitterpated. 

You’re feeling so much it makes you stupid.

The path drops down to moist dirt before opening into the parking lot. Thankfully, it’s empty save for your lone vehicle parked close to the trail head. 

You pull out your keys with a soft jingle before you hear a soft scrape. You stop dead in your tracks. 

Your car, small and humble, is jostled. The creak and squeaks of the shocks echo through the darkness, and you peer through it to see a shadowy personage hunkered behind the hood, near the passenger door.

“Monty?” you gasp, furious. “I told you I have to go!”

Did he race all the way over here to simply mess with your car? He’s never done that before. Your chest flares with a spark, a burning heat that threatens to ignite. You step forward once, clutching your keys as if they were a suitable vessel for your anger.

But the lack of stars spares your vision little. Another push against your vehicle, and then a strange huffing sound is followed by a low hoot. Not like a bird. Something deeper, something mammalian.

The scratching deepens, and you stop again. Your heartbeat picks up, and a sense, high and keen within you, whispers that something is not right.

Your eyes fall to the pavement, and the muddy footprints left trailing out of the treelines and around your vehicle. In the dimness, the front door of your vehicle is marred with tooth marks and scratches. Long, dark red hair, sticks to the side mirror, dangling in the air. 

“Monty, that’s not funny,” you muster all of your anger, but it falls flat, trembling in fear.

A soft breeze picks up through the parking lot, carrying with it a distinct, foul odor like rotten eggs or a skunk. You can’t decide which is worse. 

You inhale sharply and step back. Your shoe kicks against pebbles on the pavement with a loud scrape. 

The shaking of your car ceases. The dark figure behind your car rises up to a staggering height—seven feet at your best guess—and stares down at you from over the roof of the vehicle. Small, round eyes bear a pale glow in the darkness. Its muscular body is covered in dark red fur. When its lips split apart, long and vicious teeth bare themselves bone-white in the darkness. 

It screeches a gut-wrenching sound. You scramble back but it has already hopped upon your car. Metal groans in protest. The frame hisses and bucks before the monster lunges forward. It hits the ground with great strides of its large feet, its long, hairy arms swinging at its side. All you can see is its giant mouth snapping while it squeals in fury.

“MONTY!” You scream.

It’s upon you in seconds. You stumble backwards before throwing your arms up defensively. It barrels into you, engulfing you in the stretch of putrid musk. You gag upon the foul odor, unable to breathe, before your head cracks atop the dirt at the start of the trailhead and the beast bears down upon you.

The monster chomps on your arm. A scream tears from your throat as teeth sink into your flesh, and its small, pale eyes stare directly into you. It begins to beat the ground beside your head in an uncontrolled frenzy. 

A clear, sharp panic burns in your brain. You stare up into the face of a monster. It vigorously shakes and your arm is torn further in its jaws. Blood begins to drip from its cruel row of teeth. 

Adrenaline flares in your veins. You ball up your free hand and throw a punch directly into its temple. The impact of flesh and bones across your knuckles is solid, but the beast only rears back for a moment, unlocking its jaw to free your arm for one precious second. 

Then a roar erupts, vibrating the ground and startling the ape cryptid. Its small eyes widen before a massive, clawed hand slashes the creature. The ground quakes with furious footsteps. You gasp, cradling your arm close to your body, as Monty skirts around you. His tail sweeps close by, touching your side as he roars again. You hunker down under its furious swell. The ape monster screeches again.

Your head begins to drown in a dizzying wave. The only anchor is Monty filling your vision with his heaving shoulders and the trembling power of his body. He lunges forward as the ape attempts to flee across the parking lot. 

His clawed hands sink into the side of the creature. Monty towers above it by a foot or two, and drags the hooting and screaming creature closer before he flips it onto its back. Standing above the beast, Monty roars, spitting saliva into its face before he uses his wicked claws to start tearing the ape apart. Raking down its face and ripping into its chest, Monty begins killing the thing that attacked you.

You watch, half in and out, clinging to consciousness out of fear. Blood stains the front of your shirt. You see only a mangled mess of what your arm once was, torn through and shining with crimson. 

Monty relentlessly shreds the beast. Its screeching torment echoes across the parking lot before gurgling and quieting all together after Monty digs his claws into its burly neck and slashes clear down to its abdomen. A crack of something bone-like continues as Monty begins ripping limbs from the thing with a madness-induced destruction.  

“Monty,” you moan quietly.

He doesn’t stop. The body of the creature is beginning to dissolve, puddling upon the pavement in dark red rivulets of goo, as if Monty melted the being with pure rage.

You pull yourself upright. Cradling your arm close to your middle, you hobble towards the carnage. His hair falls over his face, half-draping the red wrath of his eyes. 

“Monty, stop,” you find a strength to speak firmly.

You touch his heaving arm before he can go in for another strike. The marsh monster whirls upon you. Deep, breathless snarls rip through his throat. He hunkers over you, a franticeness you have never seen before upon his face. 

“It’s okay, it’s dead,” you say, and dizzily press closer. “It’s okay.”

His nostrils flare before his eyes fall to your arm. A wave of anguish crosses his face. He kneels before you, and touches the elbow of your bleeding limb.

“No, no,” he snarls. “I should have—I shouldn’t let you go.”

His cries turn into growls, but you have to touch him with your good arm again.

“Monty, take me to get help.” You start to slump forward. Your knees buckle completely, but before you hit the pavement, scaly arms catch you. You’re hefted from the ground.

“Hold on, shug,” Monty struggles to control his breathing as he darts back into the swamp, cutting through the wild land. “I’ve got you.”

Your head slumps against his shoulder. Curling into his familiar scent and presence, you let yourself drift in his safety.

[treyparkinglot]

im legally obligated to redraw the hat swap every once in a while its like a stanky requirement atp