#stan x tolkien

[thatsmyassbrostop]

mothers know best

[quinntism]

uh? So you are okay with rarepairs for the drawing thingy??? 😮 I mean, If you... by any chance are willing to draw Wendy x Stan x Token... 💕 Ik it's pretty logical why I would ship them? But there isn't much representation of that ship tho...

Anyways, have a nice day at the other side of your screen!! 😁

I’ve actually been looking for an excuse to draw them so thank you hehe I hope you like the way I drew them ❤️

[umtrem]

I still have stolkien with me

[fennecfiree]

do u like stolkien and would u draw it 😔🫶‼️

I don't ship it, but I think it's cute, so here :D and also, I tried a new art style, let me know if you guys like it, or if you want to go back to my old one

[liatororo]

Tolkien emotionally supporting his bf who wanted to bleach his hair wo a tutorial 🫶🏽 (my college au where I make them canon)

[kdzhfuntime]

Stan is an animal defensor and we all know that.

This is based on a TikTok, btw :'3

I feel that this ship has potential

[yuvlum]

Randy angry shotgun dad arc

[so-silly]

Rabbit Traps..

a Stolkien one-shot

this is based off an animation made by marjoriestotch

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During a rather warm summer afternoon, Tolkien and Steve were stepping out of Steve's work truck, grabbing a couple boxes of food they had bought at a local farmers market. When they had gotten inside, Steve set the boxes he had grabbed down, opening the back door to check on his yard while Tolkien put away the fruits and vegetables into their fridge. When Steve started closing the back door, he and Tolkien could hear a faint shaking coming from a chicken wire fence. At that moment, both knew exactly what was going on.

"God damnit, another rabbit dug under the fence." Steve, Tolkien's father, sighed in frustration.

"Have you considered putting up the traps we bought like weeks ago?" Tolkien replied to his dad, looking down at the hole dug under their lazily put in fences.

"I'm not totally sure how to do that. Think you can ask Randy's son Stan to help? I'm sure he or his father knows how."

"I don't think Randy would want to help us."

"But his son would."

"Okay okay, I'll go bother Stan." Tolkien playfully rolled his eyes.

20 minutes later, Tolkien was in a more…barnyard attire, walking towards the farm next door to his dad's. After following the short path towards the neighboring farm, he stepped up towards the door and knocked a couple times, double checking to see if Randy's truck was parked outside. After waiting for a couple of seconds, Tolkien watched as the door slowly creaked open, presenting a Stan Marsh in skull pj pants, no top, and messy hair.

"Oh hey Tolkien. What time is it??" Stan groggily asked.

"Hey Stan! it's like 3 in the afternoon." Tolkien laughed a little, showing Stan his phone screen.

"Oh shit I didn't realize how late it was. Well anyways, come in. I'm gonna get dressed, you can do whatever."

Stan closed the door behind Tolkien, running up the stairs to change. When he came back, he was in some baggy jeans, a 'stone temple pilots' band teeshirt, a grunge flannel, and black converse. Of course wearing his iconic beanie, even though the weather didn't call for a winter hat.

"So why'd you come over?" Stan asked Tolkien who was sitting on the couch playing on his phone with a can of Sprite sitting on a coaster designed to match the coffee table.

"A bunch of rabbits have been breaking into our yard and eating our plants or just digging holes everywhere. Me and my dad have no clue how to set up the traps we got, so I was hoping you could help..?"

"Oh for sure!! Me and my dad have been setting those up around our yard too. That's probably why they moved onto your yard."

"Awesome! Thanks!"

Tolkien got up from the couch, putting his phone in his pocket and grabbing the sprite he yoinked from Randy's mini fridge, following Stan outside of the door.

"Okay, so basically you need to prop this piece of the door up after placing the rabbit treats at the end, what's supposed to happen is the traps hood falls down when they touch the food, triggering the…Tolkien, are you listening?" Stan paused his far too specific instructions.

When he looked up, he saw Tolkien staring straight at him, a bright but small smile. The sun was shining down on his face, eyes, and hair. The view was absolutely beautiful and both Stan and Tolkien had a hot red blush on their faces.

"Uhm oh yeah, I'm, I'm listening."

"Tolkien, I don't want to re-explain what I just said.."

"Then don't."

Tolkien then ducked down towards Stan. Both of them staring at each other for a couple of seconds. Tolkien began to lean in before Stan turned away, unassembling the trap.

"Okay then prove you listened."

"Are you teasing me right now?" Tolkien dramatically gasped.

"Hypothetically."

"Stop using big words, Stan."

"Make me."

Tolkien turned to the same angle Stan was facing and began to kiss him. Their lips moving rhythmically with each other. Their kiss had lasted at least a minute before Tolkien broke it to breathe. The two once again smiled at each other, Stan looking way more flustered than he had before. Tolkien, on the other hand, giving a more confident and smirky look.

Panicked and nervous, Stan turned back towards the traps, and began fumbling with it, tripping over his own fingers.

"Okay, stop getting distracted. We need to get this done before my dad gets home and flips his shit because I'm hanging out with you."

"Haha, okay then. Work now kiss later?" Tolkien grinned.

"Of course." Stan smiled with a toothy ah grin towards Tolkien, bumping his thigh onto Tolkien's and getting back to building the traps.

[z03here]

I heart stolkien drew this in free draw btw

[pekejscatbed]

Take my Lungs (4/4) | Craig x Kenny

Info/Warnings:

high school AU, profanity, mentions of death & dying, Stans mystery man is revealed :), Kenny uses he/she, Tweek uses he/xe

1/4 | 2/4 | 3/4 | 4/4

south park masterlist

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Kenny's night at the theater is uneventful and boring; there hasn't been a new movie showing in weeks, meaning business has been slow as ever (how Kenny's employer can even afford to pay him at this point is a mystery, but Kenny can't say she's all that interested- not when she knows her next paycheck is just around the corner). There are a few regulars who show up, some who would rather watch a shitty movie then talk to their spouses or take care of their children, and some who just genuinely have nothing better to do.

Sighing, Kenny pulls out his non-name brand phone and checks the time, rolling his eyes at the 7:00 on his phone screen. Only five more hours of this shit. She sighs again.

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Around 9:30, a familiar face walks up to Kenny's little ticket booth.

"You never answered my question, McCormick." Craigs voice is still as monotone as ever (He has Kenny's bag slung over his shoulder- Tweak Bros closes in thirty minutes. Usually Tweek drops her bag off, as Kenny doesn't get off for another two hours).

"Never said I would, Tucker," Kenny grins, "just said I wanted to talk."

Craig flips the blond off, sitting her bag on the ground.

"It does hurt, to die. Some ways hurt more than others; some don't hurt at all- not physically, at least. Fucks with my head, though. Remembering my deaths hurts the most, because no one else does; sometimes I dream about death, have nightmares where I relive dying over and over, and I wake up in a cold sweat, heaving until I'm lightheaded. Sometimes I pass out or die again. I have these shit dreams and even more shit panic attacks, but I can't talk to anyone about them because no one fucking remembers." Kenny's frowning as he speaks, his voice turning into a whisper. "But you do. Why?"

She looks up at Craig, whose face is flat and unmoving. His eyes, however, are conveying a message of melancholy and grief and guilt through the greens of his irises.

"I don't." Craig looks Kenny in the eyes. "I dream about you dying. Before, after- I don't know, but every night I dream about you dying in a different way. Sometimes I dream that we're back in elementary."

Kenny doesn't say anything, just stares, disbelieving. Craig continues.

"Last night, we were in elementary again. You were being thrown around by a snowman with tentacles."

Recognition flashes across Kenny's face and he whispers, "I remember that."

Craig continues. "A few days ago, I dreamt you got pinkeye and turned into Zombie. You died three times in that one. One time, you were crushed by a UFO."

"Twice, actually." The blond finally speaks up, more than a whisper. "I was crushed by a UFO twice, when Cartman got anal probed by aliens."

"That explains a lot."

Kenny snorts. "Nah, man, Cartman's just a major asshole- anal probe or not."

A car pulls up in front of the theater, windows down as a familiar blond yells out, "You coming, Craig?"

Said male shakes his head. "I'll walk. See ya, Tweek."

"Bye, Tweekers!" Kenny grins when Tweek flips her off. "You hang out with Tucker too much!"

Tweek drives away, grumbling about stupid blonds and asshole friends under xer breath. Both Kenny and Craig laugh at Tweeks dramatics.

When Kenny checks her phone again, it's a quarter 'till eleven, forty-five minutes after Tweak Bros closed and an hour and fifteen minutes until midnight- when the theater closes. "Wanna walk around for a bit?"

Craig raises an eyebrow. "Closing early?"

"Yeah," Kenny nods, "no one's in there and I'm bored."

It only takes a few minutes for the blond to close up and grab her stuff, changing back into his hoodie as he does so, then the two are off, walking around South Park as everyone else is getting ready for bed or going to a bar. The almost-adults walk for a while, chatting about whatever random things come to mind, before falling into a comfortable silence. It's quiet for a while longer, until the two end up in their neighborhood, where they find an interesting sight outside the Marsh residents.

"Is that...?" Kenny trails off, watching as Stan and his mystery-no-more guy suck face in a fancy car.

Craig stares at the scene, mouth agape. "Tolkien."

They watch as Stan gets out of the car, bidding goodbyes and goodnights with Tolkien, who drives off with a wave. Then, Stan sees them- his eyes go wide like a deer caught in headlights as he stares at Kenny and Craig, who stare right back. Eventually, Stan mouths to them, "Fucking. Quiet."

Kenny makes a zipper motion at his mouth, then gives a thumbs up. Craig just flips Stan off, who returns the motion before entering the Marsh house.

The pair resume their walk, whispering theories about Tolkien and Stan, until they reach Craig's house.

"Goodnight, McCormick." Craig doesn't move.

"Night, Tucker." Kenny doesn't move either, staring into Craigs eyes- "Can I kiss you?"

Craig shrugs, pulls Kenny into a short kiss, then turns around and walks into his house.

The blond smiles as she turns on her heel. Time to interrogate Stanley.

[thatsmyassbrostop]

eyes for you

[sillyrebeccacotswolds]

I’m so imagining Run Away With Me by Ben Fankhauser with stolkien

[umtrem]

I remembered that this meme exists and I made a stolkien version LMAO

[fennecfiree]

Tolkien and Stans child

@kasaeatsbugs

[hellhoundclown]

anotha sp drawing dump while desperately waiting for s27 lowkey

[tw1zzl3rz]

Silly little guys 😖💕