#sp superheroes au

[thegiftedau]

Notes on the design process and bits of lore for each of the heroes/villains so far!

[margonika00]

Sh-shhh, quieter

[ru1nedphysce]

Imagine having 0 RIZZ in your f*ing superhero alter ego

[matttriesherbest]

Prologue : Part 1

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[cinnam0nster]

MystiChaos/ Bunny AU where someone injures Professor Chaos a bit too badly, and he loses part of his memory. Mysterion makes it his goal to locate and kill whoever did this to him. 

[sptwt]

SOUTH PARK AU OR SOMWTIMG BURP

Coloured version will be dropped when i find an app to draw in that isnt mspaint burp

I’ll post call girl in a minute then i’ll draw the rest of the freedom pals later + possible craig and wendy redraw when i find a new drawing website lols

[saline-sp]

Aw yeah superheroes! (and some villains too but shh)

I had a lot of fun drawing these, I just really wanted to draw all of my designs from my superhero au and thought it'd be fun to draw them in the south park style. Also I know that they're meant to be teenagers in the au and I drew them as children but shhh just ignore that they look better as tiny little guys

[cyndrastic]

reposting the art i posted yesterday in one post because how the fuck do i work this app

anyway

Pip “hates french people” Pirrup and Christophe “obnoxiously french” Mole

gregstophe canon Matt and Trey told me themselves i don’t make the rules (pip and damien design explained here)

please click for quality i beg you

[creepyweepyl-lol]

Didn’t put much effort into the background :/

[dietdoubledewme]

found a treasure trove of unfinished south park slash in my google docs from 2019... like over 15 unfinished fics. when I finish ready for you I'm hoping I can have the energy to finish some of these because they're making me laugh.

[journalsofagoddess]

Tweek Week Day 4!!

[thegiftedau]

Going mental with memes, have the best selection!

[screwyouhippie]

𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙰𝚄 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚝

One day, Kenny decided that from now on, he'd be the one to protect South Park from all danger. Given his immortality, he knew the only way to make himself useful was to help others with it and take on the identity of Mysterion. One day, while you were on your way home from school, you came across a robbery and stupidly got yourself involved by being held hostage by one of the robbers as a gun was held directly on your head. With no one daring to help you, you did the only thing you knew what to do at the time. Scream. You shut your eyes, waiting for the bullet to go through your head and blow it off, but it never happened. You reopened your eyes to see that everyone was frozen. Literally, frozen into ice-people. You panicked, frantically trying to figure out what had happened. "What the fuck is this.. the hell did I do?!" At the moment your voice shot through the walls, a beam of ice flew out of the palm of your hands. You were even more shocked than before, but you had an idea. You were about to test your theory when you were suddenly held down. "What the hell is this!?" You looked up to see a man in grey and purple glaring down at you. This would give you a perfect opportunity to finally test your theory. You grinned before taking a deep breath. "𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑮𝑶!" Your voice pierced through the walls.

As you suspected, the man was frozen solid. Huh, what a strange turn of events, you thought. You hummed, trying to figure out how to unfreeze everyone. You can't just leave everyone frozen, can you? You shook your head at the stupid thought. You hummed a small tune as you tried to figure everything out when you felt something wet on your feet. You looked down to see water coming down from the ice. That was it. You singing helped dissolve people! You're such a genius. But wait, you can't just unfreeze everyone and let the robbery continue. You let out a long sigh and cracked your knuckles. You pushed the robbers out of the store and into the streets, hopefully a car will run them over. You went back in and stared at the mysterious man in the ice. He seemed so familiar.. Oh! He's that Mysterion guy all over the news! You thought. You smirked, he was kinda cute. You started to push him out as well, only bringing him into an alley way to make things easier to melt. Finally, you stood by the store entrance and began to hum, the ice slowly melting into water. And as soon as they were fully melted, you ran into the alley as fast as you could. Shit, you really needed to work out more. You were panting by the time you got to Mysterion but shook it off. You stood at the corner of the alley way so you could run as soon as he was frozen. Besides, he thought you were the cause of all the trouble which would make you one of his targets.

You sang a song and watched the ice melt and ran back to your home as soon as he was out. Mysterion was confused, a little angered too. Who was that? He remembers you being surrounded by ice-people, and the next thing he knew was you screaming and he wakes up in the middle of an alley? He couldn't remember what you looked like exactly at the moment. He was cold, and his heat hurt like a bitch. Mysterion walked into the market to see the floor flooded with water. He volunteered to help dry it up, but in the midst of it, he found a phone floating in the water. Could it be yours? He tried turing it on, but it was busted. He'd have to get Call Girl to fix it for him. Mysterion chuckled, he was excited to see when he'd be able to meet you again.

Mysterion was cuter when outside of his ice form, too bad you had to run as soon as he was out. You then got an idea. Mysterion is super hero that comes whenever there's trouble, so all you had to do was take on a super hero name, make a costume, and show up to any crime before he gets the chance, it's genius! And that's exactly what you did, you made a costume with the letters I.D. for Ice Dove embroidered in the middle. You were excited for your next encounter with the mysterious man. You went to your bag to get your phone, but was shocked to see it wasn't there. You searched all over your room, yet, there was no sign of it. What could've happened?

[jackalopes-pen]

Chapter 2: Oddity

Summary: Fastpass begrudgingly goes to handle a call, and finds himself asking a few strange questions.

Characters: Jimmy Valmer | Fastpass , XXXXXXX | The Crow

Word Count: 1059 words

Previous: [Encounter]

A/N: One note, thanks. Oh well, still gonna do this.

Night is when the fun really starts in the city. It’s when your job lets you get off to go drink, it’s when the bars are populace and bustling, it’s when you can breathe and really let yourself relax. On nights like these where the wind is tempting people inside and the drinks are at a more modest price, normally Fastpass would take up the opportunity for an open mic night. That would be what he was doing if some idiot didn’t decide to ruin his night and break into a construction site. It’s probably rats or some homeless guy but sure, ruin his night for a false alarm. It’s not like he has a life too.

Fastpass arrived at the construction site, a new building for Mortengrad Corporation to run operations in the city more directly. In seriousness, Fastpass never liked the company, but it didn’t matter what he thought about the company itself or its actions. Be a paragon, do the right thing, save the day. He looked around, there was no sign of entry or struggle over the tarp of the fence. Someone experienced then?

He sped around the site, and was genuinely confused to what he was supposed to be looking for. No footprints but his own, nothing disturbed, not even a missing beam of steel. Just as he was about to call it a night, he felt it. The wind was blowing east, yet a gust blew north. Something was definitely here, something that would take an annoyingly long time to handle. He slowly looked around before sighing and deciding to use the age old technique of ‘made you flinch’.

Fastpass banged his metal crutch into the foundation of the building, setting off a chain echo of noisy metal. The skittish little thing popped out, gotcha. Fastpass rushed over to where it was hiding, whatever it was and was immediately struck with a scythe. Fuck, not them again.

“W-well well. If it isn’t the biggest p-p-pain in my ass since c-c-Cosby.” Fastpass quipped. Standing on the third row of beams up in the sky was a tall winged figure, with a scythe in hand. 

“What a title.” The Crow’s face was completely masked by a caplet and half mask of a crow’s face. Even so, the sarcasm was palpable and the eyeroll may as well have been a whole broadcast. 

“W-well don’t just loom up there. Come at me b-bitch.” Fastpass spoke, with all the tenacity he could muster. Crow seemed eager to take him up on the request.

Crow swooped down from above and swung at Fastpass, aiming for his crutches. The two did this a lot, Crow keeping to the air with his massive black wings and Fastpass zooming around the ground. Fastpass never understood why Human Kite couldn’t take calls regarding him. They could actually fight in the air instead of running around like a mouse.’

“You know something, Crow? You n-never seem to talk to me when we do this. Do you hate me?” Fastpass said, striking up a conversation. This back and forth was always so damn boring, the least they could do was talk.

“Maybe I prefer to talk to someone who has more tact.” The Crow replied, with venom in his voice. He landed, and switched to a more hand-to-hand approach, probably seeing that his flight strategy wasn;t panning out.

“Tact? I’m a fucking s-s-stand-up c-comdiean. I have tact.” Fastpass argued. This idiotic bird clearly doesn’t ideate. He sped over to the vigilante with a rope but the bird launched himself up with his wings in the nic of time. He swooped down to remove the rope from Fastpass’ grip and tossed it aside.

“If you’re such a comic, make better comebacks.” The Crow huffed. He dropped down to kick at Fastpass’ legs but the hero is far too fast for that. He sped out and the two rescued a more hand-to-hand combat.

“Wow, what a great audience.” Fastpass huffed under his breath, as the two traded blows. This was starting to drag longer than he wanted.. Oh fuck it. He spoke up. “Say bug guy, w-why are you messing with this site anyway?”

“A-are you serious?” The Crow stopped dead in his tracks, seemingly very confused. 

“W-well yeah. W-what’s the big deal?” Fastpass also stopped. The two were just standing, facing each other with one much more confused than the other. 

“Uh.. well, the position of the building would mean it runs on East District power, and would likely cause regular black-outs and shortgages. So.. we don’t want it completed.” Crow is choosing his words carefully, that’s obvious. 

Fastpass thinks for a moment. The cause is decent, and even kinda noble to risk imprisonment to save the East District. It was almost too… human. These are villains, they shouldn;t have an actually decent cause for their wrongs but that’s valid. Especially if The Omens live in the East District, which is the poorest part of the city. Why they not defend their home?

“You w-what? I actually have something I want to do tonight, so go ahead. B-but if anyone asks, I did fight you.” Fastpass smirks, as The Crow seems even more baffled.

“Okay, yeah. You… definitely left a mark or two.” Crow is being hesitant, probably very on edge about the whole exchange.

“Cool, just d-don’t hurt anyone.” Fastpass shrugged and sped off before Crow could even respond. His work was done here, as far as he was concerned.

It was strange though, he’s more than willing to admit that. To see The Omens of all groups holding a noble cause to their chaos is.. weird. He didn’t have to worry much about that now though, the site would be largely destroyed and a token would be left at the scene. That’s what they do.

Tonight just became Jimmy’s night again, though, and that was absolutely wonderful. He sped down to Skeeter’s bar just as the back door was closing. He wooshed into the dressing room so he could get out of this costume and into some normal clothes that are actually comfortable. He looked in the mirror, as he smiled and took a breath to prepare for his act. He, of course, wrote it to utter perfection. 

“Jimmy? You ready to go on?” the stage manager asked.

“Oh h-h-he-hell yes.” Jimmy stutterd out.

[matttriesherbest]

Few of my designs for my South Park superhero au!

Comic Here!

[jimmy-valmer-official]

Hi I am a really old man...I donot know how to use "TUMBLR"...but can u writ e astory about how "JIMMY VALMER" get KIDNAPPED by "NATHAN" and then there is...Epic fight Battle scene

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Lmao sure! Tbh the only way I could envision this happening was if there were like, some sort of hero/villain dynamic, so… superhero au!

i dunno if i’d call this fight scene “epic,” but it’s certainly something…

posting it here too v

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The sound of a clock ticked on softly, the gentle tick’s of the second hand merging into each other, the pacing not quite right.

Or maybe Jimmy was just too dazed to process it right, only half awake as he laid on what he could only assume was hard tile in the middle of a cold bedroom, yawning and scrubbing his eyes with the edge of his palm. He had been unconscious just a few minutes prior, and now he was struggling to keep his eyes open to figure out where he was.

He could feel the familiar weight of his headphones attached securely to his head, and in his foggy awareness, he clumsily reached up to touch them with his fingers. He racked his sluggish mind and tried to figure out what he could have possibly been doing before this that required him to be in uniform, but nothing immediately came to mind.

He blinked a few times, and just then, a shadow cast over his face and a familiar voice called his name from above him. It admittedly startled him a bit.

“Oh, you woke up.” His voice was on the slower side, as if every word was deliberately being planned out, and his words were pronounced in a way that was just slightly off. It was deeply familiar, and for a fraction of a second, Jimmy was reminded of summer camp. “I was kind of hoping you were dead.”

His vision focused gradually, and as it did, he finally recognized the person standing above him. His uneasiness fizzled out in a matter of seconds. “Oh… Nathan? Is that you?”

“Who else would it be?”

Jimmy squinted at him for a moment and then slowly propped himself up on his elbow before sitting up, a confused expression settling on his face as he looked around. The bedroom was… simple, really. There was a small bed in one corner and some miscellaneous movie posters with rugged looking people on them scattered around the walls. A few pieces of trash were on the ground.

But it certainly wasn’t his bedroom. It must have been Nathan’s— the posters fit him rather well, after all. And, well, Nathan was standing right there.

Why was he at Nathan’s house, anyway…?

“Why’d- why- why did you… What's going on?” He asked. “I don’t remember coming over.”

“Well of course you don’t,” Nathan said with annoyance, stepping back a little and giving him an odd look. “I had to drag you over here myself. It was hard with so many people around.” He looked away, distantly watching the ceiling. “I had to sneak around in the alleyways... It was dirty work. But I managed.”

Jimmy tilted his head after a moment, confused. “Why?”

“What?”

“Why?” He repeated, wondering if Nathan hadn’t heard him correctly. “If you wanted to hang out, th- then you could’ve just asked. I’m free on Fridays.”

For some reason, Nathan seemed to ripple at this, scowling slightly. “What? No, that’s not what I meant! I don’t want to hang out with you! I— Ugh…”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. “I took you to my house because I want to eliminate you. You’ve ruined my life enough times already, and I am so… fucking tired of it.”

“Um…” Jimmy scratched his head, trying to decipher the meaning of his words. “I don’t quite follow.”

“I’m going to kill you, Jimmy,” he said bluntly.

A beat of silence passed, and then Jimmy slightly smiled at him. “Oh, yeah? Wow, thu- thh… that’s pretty funny, Nathan. I didn’t know you liked jokes.”

Nathan gritted his teeth with frustration. “Damn it, this isn’t a joke! Ugh, you’re just as stupid as Mimsy… I hate you so much.”

“Your acting is fantastic,” Jimmy responded passively. “Have you ever considered joining th- the theater department?”

Nathan shot him a sharp glare that lasted a lot longer than necessary, and then he wiped his hands on his shirt and turned towards his closet. “I’m not about to deal with this right now. Just shut up and let me grab my murder weapon.”

“Murder weapon…?” Jimmy watched him carefully, and the sense of ease in his body flickered like a dying candle. “What do you mean? You wuh- you weren’t actually being serious, were you?”

Nathan glanced back at him as he wrapped his fingers around the closet handle. “Are you an idiot? Of course I was being serious. I’m going to kill you.”

Realization struck Jimmy like an electric shock as the dots connected in his head. His jaw dropped. “Hold on. Nathan, are you a bad guy…?”

“I’ve been a bad guy this whole time!” Nathan turned to him fully, his voice slightly raised now. “What part of that did you not understand?”

Jimmy frowned, thinking back to all of his previous encounters with him. It just didn’t make any sense. “…Really? I thought we were friends… R- really?”

“… I hate you so much.”

“Huh…” He glanced down, a little disappointed now. How had he not noticed before that Nathan disliked him? He could’ve sworn that he was just really competitive…

He scanned the room once more. Well… he didn’t really feel like dying today. He finally remembered what he had been doing before he got here— him and a few of the other heroes were searching for a gang of thieves, and then they got caught up in a fight with them in a parking lot. Jimmy remembered getting thrown into a wall, and then… well, he wasn’t sure what happened afterwards. Where had Nathan even come from?

And… Wait…

“…Hey, wh- where are my crutches?”

Nathan scoffed and turned back around, getting back on task and pulling open his closet. “Oh, those are long gone already. I threw them into a lake on the wau here.”

“You what?”

Silence.

Jimmy stared at Nathan for a long moment as he shuffled through a worn out looking box under some hung up clothing. He pushed things around for quite a while until he stopped, huffed, and then straightened up empty-handed. “Damn it… where is it?”

Jimmy was still stuck on the fact that his crutches were at the bottom of some lake.

“Hey, Nathan, come here for a second,” he said after a minute, and then his blank countenance became friendly. “It was a n- nh… it was a knife, wasn't it?”

To his relief, Nathan looked at him again, wide-eyed, and hesitated. “How the fuck did you know?”

“It’s right over here, next to me. You m- might’ve dropped it.”

Though he seemed distrustful at first, Nathan reluctantly separated from his closet and slowly walked over to him again. When he was close enough, he leaned over slightly to look at the empty spot at Jimmy’s side. “Where?”

And then Jimmy lurched forward, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and punched him square in the jaw.

Nathan cursed, staggering backwards for a moment from the impact as his hand shot up to grab his chin. Jimmy retracted his fist and glared at him, propping himself up slightly with his other arm.

“What the hell??” Nathan hissed after stumbling around for a few long seconds.

“You deserved that!” Jimmy exclaimed. “Do you have any idea how much those co—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Nathan ran forward and practically barreled into him in a furious retaliation, crouching a bit to push him over with his momentum. Jimmy startled as he crashed into the ground, his back painfully slamming onto the solid floor. Nathan’s knees pressed into his legs as he clambered on top of him and grabbed him by the shoulders.

“That fucking hurt!” He said angrily, and before Jimmy could respond, he punched him back, slamming his fist into his cheek.

And he punched hard.

Jimmy was only dazed for a second or two, and then the adrenaline kicked in.

Before Nathan could attack him again, Jimmy reached up and pushed against his chest with as much force as he could muster, successfully shoving him off. Nathan landed on his chest beside him, and Jimmy swiftly got off of his back and crawled over to him. Nathan tried to lift himself up with shaky arms, and when Jimmy tried to push him back down with his own body weight, pressing his hand against his back to try and get him on the ground again, Nathan twisted slightly and tightly grabbed his wrist.

They wrestled with each other for a good minute or so, pushing at each other and occasionally trying to land hits on each other. At some point, Jimmy’s headphones were knocked off of his head, and they clattered against the ground beside them. They both managed to get a few nasty punches in, but neither of them dared to call it quits.

But when the abrupt sound of the window opening cut through the air, they froze, the sounds of their scuffle instantly halting. They both looked towards the window in a perfectly preserved position of violence— Nathan’s hand was clutching Jimmy’s sleeve and his nose was bleeding, and Jimmy’s fist poised just inches away from Nathan’s face.

The intruders, unsurprisingly, were none other than three of Jimmy’s trusted teammates, Mysterion, Mosquito, and Human Kite, each in their respective uniforms; they all took in the picture in front of them with evident surprise, staring for a long time, seemingly frozen as well.

Nathan was the first to break the awkwars silence, letting go of Jimmy in an instant and quickly pulling away from him. Jimmy landed flat on his stomach with a quiet ‘oof’ as a result. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

With that, the others snapped out of their trance and quickly bustled into the room. Human Kite lingered behind as Mysterion quickly went and stood between Jimmy and Nathan, facing the latter with his hands slightly raised as if prepared to take action if Nathan were to try to fight him. But Nathan only stood there with a somewhat cautious yet annoyed expression, backing away slightly in reluctant surrender.

Mosquito urgently scurried over to Jimmy and gently lifted him to help him sit up, resting a hand on his back and shoulder to support him. “Woah, hey, are you alright, Ji— Fastpass?”

Right. They were supposed to be undercover. Nathan knew who Jimmy was, but he didn’t know the identity of any of the other heroes. Jimmy had almost forgotten that.

“Y- yeah,” he muttered, rubbing his cheek. He could feel his adrenaline rush quickly receding, but his heart was still pounding. “I’m fine...”

“What the fuck happened?” Human Kite asked from the back, looking from Jimmy to Nathan and then back again. “We were all fighting together and then you just disappeared, dude. We were really worried.”

“Yeah, we only found you because you had your headphones’ signal on,” Mosquito said. One of his wings twitched behind him, fueled solely by nerves. “But it cut off a few minutes before we got here. Thank god Mysterion’s memory is so reliable, bzzt.”

Mysterion’s tone was much more serious than the other two’s, almost threateningly so. “I’m guessing this guy abducted you since you were both fighting, right?” He kept his attention fixated on Nathan. “I can take care of him if you want. It’ll be easy.”

Jimmy couldn’t see Mysterion’s expression, but he could tell by the shift from agitation to slight uneasiness on Nathan’s face that it wasn’t a pleasant one. Although Jimmy was still upset with him, something in his gut twisted, and a pang of sympathy shot through him.

He locked eyes with Nathan for a single moment, but the silent message that passed between them was far too complicated to understand.

The smartest thing to do would be to tell Mysterion to have at it, but…

Maybe a part of him still saw him as a friend, or maybe he just felt bad for him. But for whatever reason, Jimmy slouched slightly and his gaze drifted away from Nathan as he shook his head.

“N- no, Mysterion, it’s okay. I came here on my own to settle… pu- personal matters with him. Leave him alone.”

Mysterion looked at him and his stance faltered. “Wait, what? Are you sure?”

Jimmy nodded. A mixture of utter confusion, relief, and something much more ambiguous settled on Nathan’s features, and it filled Jimmy with an odd sense of satisfaction.

His heart stopped pounding so fast. Everything seemed to settle.

A powerful sense of fatigue settled in his aching body, and he leaned a bit more into Mosquito with a huff. In response to the added weight, Mosquito jumped slightly and quickly scrambled to get a better hold on him.

“Jesus…” Jimmy began. “Who- who knew that f- fuh- fucking people up would be so taxing.”

Human Kite approached him and crouched down in front of him, looking him over carefully, likely checking his injuries. “Well yeah, what did you expect?” He asked sarcastically. His gaze lingered on a spot on the side of Jimmy’s face that Nathan had punched with a notable amount of vigor.

Human Kite lifted a finger and gently pressed on it, and Jimmy stiffened with discomfort, ducking his head away. The other hummed thoughtfully. “We’ll have to patch you up at the base. Come on, we should go… Or, uh. Huh.”

He looked around for a moment, clearly puzzled.

“Where are your crutches?”

Mysterion watched him curiously now, Nathan awkwardly looking up at the ceiling again. Mosquito buzzed quietly behind him.

Jimmy hesitated, and then he awkwardly laughed.

“Broke ‘em.”