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you'll learn right now , i don't play nice / and if you hurt me once , 𝙄'𝙇𝙇 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙏𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙀 ! / and i won't go first ( 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝔀 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 ) / 'cause i'm the last bitch up , THE FINAL GIRL !
finalgirl!tweek to go with @feldspar-thethief's ghostface!craig au lol
#vis :: ( tweek )#ver :: final girl ( tweek )#mun art#blood tw#//pastel goth tweek..... the end-all-be-all of tweeks.......#//i said what i said#//things i have GOT to do: get weirder with tweek's gender on this blog#//i know i have him listed as TECHNICALLY nb but they still default to he/him pronouns much of the time#//it's just more convenient for people to believe they're cis#//it doesn't have the fucking ENERGY to give huge shits about pronouns#//in the main verse he really only busts out the they/thems around people he knows and trusts well#//bc you know how people in south park be about that stuff sometimes#//but i really should lean into the other pronouns more heavily in aus#//like with fallout where they're being dehumanized regularly by slavers and kind of shaping themself around... Being A Slaver#//or metro where it's deliberately distancing itself from its humanity and adopting the dark ones as its ~real family~#//so here is an au where i can really lean into the final GIRL trope and get weird with it#//more explicitly nonbinary they/them tweek W! or whatever#//diversity WIN! the nb gnc meth addict is being stalked by their forced gay lover! or some such#//edit: i forgot to put a blood tw on this LFKDJSKJDF#//i am literally so bad at remembering tws 😔
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Marjorine Stotch: The fun loving, Sweet girl has a deep seated secret that of running on of southparks largest communities of cannibals
Tweek Tweak: A shy and anxious boy, Whos family has a deep history of running the second most large community of cannibals in south park
Bloody Ver-
Authors note: Hello everyone! Welcome to my south park AU, South park goes insane. IM so excited to start this up and see what people think! The main ships in the AU are Staig (Stan x Craig) K2jorine (Kyle x Kenny x Marjorine), Tyde (Tolkien x Clyde), Bendy (Bebe x Wendy) and Dip (Pip x Damien). If you dont like those ships than this AU is not for you please just scroll, The time is when the main cast is in high school. More world building and plot driven notes willl be made on the next post but these are out two main characters on the cannibal side!
#south park#marjorine stotch#tweek tweak#south park tweek#south park marjorine#sp staig#sp tyde#k2jorine#sp bendy#aroace tweek because i can and its real to me#south park au#sp fanart#dip sp#south park goes insane au
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Tweek eyes the offered bowl of snacks, half-tempted to reach out and take one, but he holds his hands close to himself. The last school counselor they had hadn’t exactly been great, and he never takes food from strangers when it’s just one-on-one like this, under suspicion that it might be poisoned. School staff offering kids food outside of designated lunch hours is pretty suspect.
“W-well, I’m not really supposed to—nn—talk to st-strangers,” Tweek says through gritted teeth, prying his gaze away from Maruki’s bowl of poisoned snacks. “Which you k-kind of are, so…” He isn’t even supposed to talk to cops because you never know who is only pretending to be a cop, as his dad helpfully reminded him by shoving a gun in his face.
Tweek is in here for being ‘disruptive,’ a regular problem child, and never would have come here of his own volition. If he doesn’t get sent to the office for fighting with Craig in the hallways, he gets sent for screaming for ‘no reason’ in the middle of class. At least, he usually gets money for the former.
He rubs his hand up and down his arm, chasing bumps and itches under his sleeve, and his leg bounces incessantly. “The o-other guy usually just told me to—agh—shut up b-because other people are trying to learn, and I-I’m just imagining stuff or—or looking for attention, so… I d-don’t know what to talk about.” Maybe that is already saying too much, but Tweek is more so trying to give Maruki permission to let him go. Doing one’s job is not exactly a thing that counselors have to worry about around here, especially since everyone pretty much knows that the Japanese Maruki was a diversity hire. It doesn’t matter what he does because he’s the right color to get away with anything—that being any color other than white.
“I w-w-won’t do it again…” Now, there’s a promise he can’t keep.
@troublcmakcrs asked: Tweek: “sorry, it’s… not a nice story.” (for maruki)
ANGSTY QUOTES I FOUND ON PINTEREST REWORDED INTO USABLE CONVERSATION || Currently Accepting
" I have unfortunately noticed. "
Every person here seems to have some sort of trauma, and while he is a therapist, the concern for this little mountain town only grows. Whoever they had before him clearly wasn't doing the job they needed to, and it made him wonder if any of them ever had someone to turn to for someone to talk to.
Leaning forward, Maruki pushes the basket of assorted snacks forward on the table towards Tweek. A peace offering, or an attempt to encourage the boy to relax a bit as he sits back in his chair. What has happened in this place exactly?
" That being said, I want you to approach this at your own pace. If you're not ready to share, that's quite alright. Talk to me about anything you wish, that's what I'm here for. "
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creek, staig, + k2 pls!!
Thank you, thank you!
Creek:
Creek is pretty much my only OTP ever??? I was shipping them in middle school way before they made Creek canon and I only found out about TxC LAST YEAR???? My South Park friends irl are mostly libertarians, so nobody told me and I've basically lost my goddamn mind about this during covid. I stopped reading SP fanfic around 2010/11, and now have binge read every single Creek fic I could find in the past year. As a result, I have a million recs for Creek fics; if you're looking for a particular fic, I can probably help; and I am now legally insane.
It's really funny to me when people discuss problematic stuff common in Creek fics today. Some of this stuff is deeply entrenched in a long fandom history, but it's a shadow of what it once was. Every other Creek fic in the late 00s was like Craig bullies Tweek into suicide, Tweek is an anorexic cutter for some reason (ok, reason being, simply: 00s), Craig is a rapist/murderer (this seems like way too much effort for Craig/a misunderstanding of his psychology)?? I want to say to these people, you don't know how good you have it. I'm glad for the changes, though, because vers Creek is beautiful and I love it. Like, of course Craig would take it up the butt. Don't be immature.
I was completely blown away by Tweek x Craig. I still can't believe it, and I'm just grateful they addressed Creek and can also see how well they complement one another. There's something so sweet and vulnerable in their relationship, and I'm glad they've taken care to show that Tweek can hold his own and be a total brat.
STAIG:
Staig seems to have gotten popular more recently as I don't recall seeing much Staig back in the day. I've def read Creek fics with Staig in them this time around reading fic. I'm not a huge fan of ships w/ Craig and a main four member, but out of them all, Crenny and Staig strike me as most plausible. Craig and Kenny are actually friendly, but Craig is Stan's foil and there's always sexual tension w/ your foil. If you can't f*ck your foil, how in the hell are you gonna f*ck anyone else??? This is often how Staig is used in fics where Creek is endgame - Stan is some dalliance that helps Craig come to terms with his gay ass. Good for him tbh.
I prefer Staig to Cryle/Crenny because when Kyle and Kenny are made out to be skinny little twinks, physically comparable to Tweek in some way, there's often this impulse to denigrate Craig's bond with Tweek to legitimate his relationship with Kyle or Kenny. I'm not a fan of this approach generally - I also don't like it in Creek fics when Craig's minor crush on Thomas is something that needs to be obliterated in order for his relationship with Tweek to have meaning.
Because Stan and Tweek aren't physically similar, there's less of this impulse to put Tweek down in Staig fics, so I'm more apt to read them in the first place (I'm sorry, I just love him). I've read Staig oneshots where they're together because Tweek cheated/was on drugs. Rachhell (https://archiveofourown.org/works/14299416) and metrophobic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/16138796/chapters/38540477) both had great ones like this. The latter is Twoken-centric but takes place at Staig's wedding, and metrophobic also has a fascinating Staig (and Twenny!) in "Tweeker Nation" which is so goddamn good: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14300271. I think I headcanon Tweek's future relationship to drugs differently from others and I also see him as more likely to be a homewrecker than the one in the relationship cheating, but I love these oneshots and would love to see how Staig got together under those circumstances.
By and large, though, I'm here for like angry fighty Staig messing around? I also love platonic Staig when done well - it's done very well in gremlinteeth's "Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space" (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15904065), cocoacremeandgays' "Three Sides" Series (https://archiveofourown.org/series/1231883), and applecrumbledore's "Seven days of alien summer" (https://archiveofourown.org/works/7687666 - they're not friends, exactly, but Craig is kinder to Stan once he grapples with his gay crush on Kyle). That said, I’m always into Craig casually hating Stan's guts, just because, like in qindarka's "Aisle 10" (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6062509/1/Aisle-10) and IDRC's "The Ring" (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12195070/18/The-Ring).
K2:
Okay, so back in the late 00s, I was obsessed w/ Creek, but because of the wild power imbalance between Craig and Tweek in a lot of Creek fics at the time, I'd get tired of reading the 1000th story where Tweek is completely pathetic and Craig is either the big hero or chooses to wreck Tweek for funsies, and I'd read Style and K2. I am trying to get back into these ships, or any ships in other fandoms that are like Creek, because the hold Creek has over me - oh boy, am I unwell.
My impression of K2 at the time was that Style has that soulmate-y vibe to it, but Kenny was often a means by which Kyle has some gay revelation about Stan. Often Kenny would do this deliberately and wouldn't have any illusions about his significance to Kyle relative to Stan. I remember the sexual tension between K2 would often get me like Idk, Kyle! Maybe go with Kenny? You gotta at least once in your life go with a Kenny.
The state of K2 now, a decade later, seems more diverse, especially since we got Mysterion up in this bitch. I put "missing that special something" because, seeing it in passing in fics that also contain Creek, sometimes it lacks the spark I remember it having when I used to read K2 fics (this likely has more to do with my mentality than the fics themselves tho). Send me your K2 recs, plz!!! I used to love it so much and wish I could find the fics I loved back then.
#south park#ask game#ask#sp creek#sp k2#sp staig#craig tucker#tweek tweak#kenny mccormick#stan marsh#this was so fun
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“Ack! No, please!” Tweek cries, throwing his gloved hands up in front of his face. “I’m n-not a real hero…” Cartman will probably have his hide for breaking character on one of their play days, but Tweek will worry about that later. That fatass isn’t here in his raccoon costume, facing down what appears to be an actual supervillain.
Tweek is dressed in his Wonder Tweek outfit, with his superhero name proudly displayed on his headband, and he pulls on the front of his blue coat, crinkling the ‘WT’ logo on it. This has got to be the absolute stupidest mix-up he could have gotten into, and if he wasn’t scared, he would be much more angry about it.
“I—I—ah!—I don’t h-have powers! I can’t r-really control the w-weather…” As he tries to back away, his heel catches on a sidewalk crack, and he tumbles backwards, screaming until he lands hard on his ass, and then he just shakes with the shock of it. “There are—nh—o-other kids… around… playing… They’re just p-pretend heroes! Please d-don’t hurt them, either!”
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How do you see the creek relationship?
I see the canon version of Craig and Tweek as very cute and sweet. Even though I gripe about many fans on here coming away from a new SP episode only finding the 2-3 seconds where the two are somewhere in the background worth while, I DO enjoy the relationship in the show. Put It Down was pretty objectively the best episode of last season (there are other ones I really enjoyed, but that one had great satire, was really fucking funny, and was very sweet). The relationship has allowed Tweek to have more characterization and allowed his parents to continue to be awful. Now on that note...I have several beefs with the fanon versions. One is that I hate seeing fanart or fanfics where Tweek's parents are shown to be loving and supportive of the relationship for pure intentions. I know that sounds ridiculous because why wouldn't I want him to have a loving family, but I like the possibilities that come from him as a character having to deal with manipulative family members. He can make his own family, as many LBGTQ+ people do. It's just something I'm not interested in.I'm also a crankypants when it comes to big hands ultra seme Craig and uwu can't function uke Tweek. See right there, I can't even write it without being sarcastic. ^^() I wish I could find my crappy edit of how I feel so many fans view Craig in the relationship in fanworks. ^^() Not that Craig topping can't be enjoyable in the right story, but I've just seen so many stories that have Craig come off as edgy tough guy and Tweek is like a fucking pastry chef who also fosters kittens, but can't pay his bills or clean his house because he's, I don't know, too delicate or precious or something. Honestly, my problem with this common interpretation of their dynamic is my same issue with Bunny and why it's really hard for me to get behind. These heteronormative roles that they always HAVE to fall into.Anyway, the way I personally enjoy writing the relationship in a smutty way is with switching. Not necessarily in the same fic if it's a one-shot, but in the multi-chapter Creek thing I'm toying with, they're gonna switch (or vers as the kids call it?) cause it makes it more interesting to me. In a non-smutty way, I like writing and reading Creek fics where the two of them are just...like normal people in a relationship. Like stories where they're older and have been together for 5, 10, 15 years perhaps, and they just do couple things. Since they're an established couple in the show, I prefer exploring what their relationship and lives together would be like, rather than reinterpreting how they met and fell in love. I can sometimes enjoy AUs where this happens, assuming they're adults and it's not just a story that reimagines their school relationship. It's just not for me.My last beef is ironic, given that I just said I enjoy stories (usually one-shots) of Creek just being a damn established couple. I generally find the relationship boring. Fanon-wise, that is. Like I'm generally not going to bother looking for Creek fics, unless the plot itself is really interesting or I like the writer's work. I feel that way about all of the main fanon ships. ^^() Not intentionally. Just as I started shipping characters, I found myself drawn to the possibilities of K2, Crenny, Staig, Tyde, Clenny, Stenny, Twyde, and numerous OT3s more so than Creek, Style, and Bunny.So that's my rambling rant on Creek the relationship. ^^() I hope it makes sense and doesn't come off as me just being an asshole. I do enjoy the ship, I'm just really fucking picky about it. ^^()P.S. I am of the belief that Creek + a third makes everything 100% better. Creekenny and Creekovan make my life happy, and although I have no idea what the name would be, the idea of Craig, Tweek, and Stan is very intriguing.
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Tweek shrugged, not looking up, as he continued to rip grass out of the ground. The flower had been plucked more gently and handed off, but now he was tearing blades out by the fistful, simply to keep his hands busy.
“I—I dunno, I just like them,” he said. “I think they’re pretty.” Whenever he tried to go to his happy place, he imagined himself near a lake surrounded by flowers, but he never got to stay in that place for long before reality ripped him away from it.
“But something would p-probably happen to it if I held onto it.” He wasn’t the most gentle boy in the world, spazzy, with a tendency to clench his fists and jaw too tight. “So, y-you can keep it, if you want.”
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❝A flower for me? Dare I ask what's the occasion or is it something you wanted to give to me for no reason? I'm cool with whatever. Mostly.❞ There's a moment where the cheerful look on Nova's face seemed to falter slightly before she fixed it. Not because she isn't cool with the flower being handed to her, but because she hoped it's nothing more than a kind gesture.
Her gaze traveled away from the softness of the pink within the petals - particularly when the light hit it in a certain angle - to the other. Envy to those who could arch their eyebrow since she couldn't do it herself, though it didn't stop her from tilting her head slightly to the right. As if to make up for the lack of ability in lifting a single eyebrow up.
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▸ @sinshosted ⟶ ❛ ‘ you’re a feisty little shit, ain’t you? ’ //for either of em from odin >:3 ❜ ╱ ( happy death day , accepting . )
That was one thing about Tweek, that when he wasn’t freaking out, he could be more confident and even vicious when he wanted to. Spending time with Craig’s gang was intolerable if you weren’t scrappy yourself, if you couldn’t take a hit directly to the teeth and scramble back to your feet again.
“Yeah!” Tweek grinned, temporarily breaking character to beam with pride. His face, arms, and chest were adorned with bold black-painted triangles, and he wore a brown cape fashioned out of an old coffee sack and decorated with dusty faux fur picked up at the craft store. It was much easier to feel strong and in control as a barbarian.
Then, he leveled his bow with its suction cup arrow at Odin again. No more messing around. “You’re trespassing through Dark Lord territory, and you s-still haven’t given me a good reason not to shoot you!”
#ic :: ( tweek )#int :: ( answered )#ver :: main ( tweek )#sinshosted#//for the first time in a while i have more craig drafts than tweek ones#//so you get this baby boy#//the babiest of boys
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▸ @sinshosted ⟶ ❛ Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer. //for tweek from ava. chronic idiots the both of them ❜ ╱ ( lack of sleep , accepting . )
“No!” Tweek protests, despite her just saying she will not hear anything contrary. He only got an hour of sleep last night and about three hours the night before, fueled only by coffee. If not for the caffeine being pumped continuously into his system, he surely would have collapsed by now. His eyes are sunken and rimmed with dark circles, but wide and frantic. His hands and knees shake, making almost all of his other movements sluggish and haphazard.
“I don’t want to go to sleep. I—that’s when they get you!” Creepypastas have been popular with kids at school lately, and a few days ago, Clyde was regaling them with the tale of Jeff the Killer. Tweek’s sleep has been fitful and nigh nonexistent since, as every time he closes his eyes, he can feel a bright white face staring at him from the end of his bed and startles awake again.
“They wait for kids to be asleep and then brutally murder them.” That could be considered a mercy, but not as much as letting the children live. His trembling has overtaken his entire body now, and he grits his teeth to stop them from rattling around in his skull. “I think some of them have magic powers to put you to sleep, so even if you try to resist them, they just—” He has worked himself up too much to continue his explanation and screams instead.
#ic :: ( tweek )#int :: ( answered )#ver :: main ( tweek )#sinshosted#//lol homie is actually scared of creepypastas. cringe-ass bastard
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▸ @hisahku ⟶ ❛ I think he might’ve thought I was gay.. ❜ ╱ ( avenue q , accepting . )
Honestly, Tweek was kind of running out of patience for this whole gay thing. It wasn’t that he didn’t like boys. Before he got with Craig, he entertained a crush on Clyde—still entertained it, really, but he was trying to let go of that unattainable dream. He was just tired of it being some big deal that needed to be talked about all the time, tired of being the center of attention.
Tweek scowled, and he didn’t know if it was more at Heba or the person he was describing. “Y-yeah, they’ll do that,” he said, rolling his eyes. “They wanna make sure you know they’re supportive. Play along, you m-might get some money out of it.”
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TWEEK’S PARENTS HAD insisted he would be fine in this daycare while they were off doing . . . whatever it was they did when he was out of site . But standing in front of this gangly robotic sun , he shakes with terror . He wants to run after his parents and beg them to take him along , but the daycare’s door is firmly shut behind him , and they’re probably long gone by now .
Still , he supposes even wandering the streets would be better than this .
“ No , no hide - and - seek ! ” he cries , visions of this thing popping out at him , whether he’s the hider or the seeker , flashing through his mind . He wants to tell the sun to fuck off and that he doesn’t want to play with it at all , but he is worried about what it might do to him if he does . He’s stuck with it for at least another few hours .
“ I’m — ” He hesitates , remembering all the lessons his parents instilled in him about stranger danger and how he shouldn’t give his name out to just anyone . But what fucking choice does he have at this point ? “ I’m Tweek , ” he says , exhausted and resigned .
“ I do — nnh — l-like crafts . . . ” That seems like the most harmless answer he can give , as at least it will let him keep the sun in full view the entire time .
"oh - ho! hello, new friend! i've never seen your face before. are you new? from out of town? well in any case, welcome to superstar daycare!" sun's gangling arms are in the air with an airy spin. odd, for a freakishly tall &. looming animatronic to be in charge of the young children. however, they (for the most part) seemed to like the cheery attendant. "what's your name, little boy? i'm the daycare attendant, but you can call me sun. we have all kinds of fun things to do, here. do you like crafts? oh, oh! or how about jungle gyms? we can play a big game of hide &. go seek!"
🍒 @troublcmakcrs ↪ asked for the daycare attendant
#ic :: ( tweek )#int :: ( thread )#ver :: main ( tweek )#muutos#//HAHAHAHA THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY#//tweek would be FUCKED on account of his never sleeping lol
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▸ @muutos ⟶ ❛ “I, um… might have… had something to, uh… do with that…" (tweek for craig perhaps) ❜ ╱ ( random , accepting . )
CRAIG TILTED HIS head away from Tweek and closed his eyes , pressed his mouth into a hard line , and inhaled slowly through his nose . His fingers curled and flexed , but he caught himself before he could close them into fists . Don’t hit him , don’t hit him , don’t hit him . . . Hitting your boyfriend looked bad compared to rightfully beating the shit out of one of your dude friends , which was one of the many awful conclusions Craig had come to since starting this bullshit with Tweek .
To hell with the town — should’ve let them howl . Then , he wouldn’t have to worry about getting a domestic called on him .
With at least some of the urge to lash out drained from him , he opened his eyes again , piercing blue drilling into Tweek’s skull . Craig thought he was being a shining example of rationality , giving the other boy a chance to explain himself , but he had to force the words out through clenched teeth : “ What . . . happened ? ”
#ic :: ( craig )#int :: ( answered )#ver :: teen ( craig )#muutos#formatted tw#//I'LL SAY IT RIGHT NOW#//IF YOUR TWEEK'S NOT A SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY WITH A CAPITAL C I DON'T WANT HIM!!!#//i'm here for exactly one (1) creek dynamic and that's mutually abusive violent vicious messy bitchy <3#//and that's why i write both of them bc if you want something done right you gotta do it yourself#//in literally every verse i have on this blog - main verse included - tweek tries to kill craig at least once 🥰
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▸ @gas-stxtion ⟶ ❛ jack: “Tonight, I’m gonna keep you safe, okay?” //for tweek! protect the poor kid from The Horrors ❜
After the first time, it had turned into a habit for Tweek to show up at the gas station late at night when he couldn’t sleep. He found out the same man worked the night shift most of the time, the same one who had helped him through the unfortunate incident that occurred during his first visit, and he came to regard the gas station as a safe-ish place, at least when Jack was working. If, by some odd miracle, there was somebody else working behind the counter, the entire place felt off. Tweek could not shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong with it, and he began to notice strange occurrences.
Once, when approaching the gas station on one of his night walks, he saw what appeared to be a tall figure in a yellow raincoat standing near the dumpster in the back, illumined by the light over the rear door. They stood almost entirely stock-still but swayed a little bit, as if they could feel Tweek looking at them, despite having their back to him, and wanted to assure him that they were real and alive rather than a statue. He did not venture behind the gas station to see who they were and what they were doing because he liked to think that he wasn’t an idiot, but he at least saw them when he was approaching it from the side.
Then, another time, he went into the bathroom and got the distinct impression that he was not alone in there, even though the rest of the stalls were empty. It was freezing in there, and his teeth chattered in his skull, and he did not actually want to take a piss, but he felt about to explode, so he rushed through it and then dashed out of there, refusing to look directly into any of the mirrors in case he caught something behind him. After that, he made sure to always do his business before leaving home because he did not want to take his chances with whatever worse thing might be in the women’s room.
But if Jack was here, it all felt fine, and Tweek sat on a wooden stool, nursing a medium coffee and a pack of gummy bears. He kicked his feet back and forth, thumping his heels against two legs of the stool, one of the fidgets that implied an unusual amount of calmness for him. He was still trembling slightly, which was perhaps why Jack talked him out of a large coffee, but otherwise, he was mostly comfortable and content.
“Okay,” he said, nodding, his expression still troubled by something. Even if he was mostly composed, it was still difficult and rare to drag a smile out of him. “Th-thank you for—hh—letting me stay. I know you’ve got work to do, too.” And babysitting was rarely part of a gas station attendant’s job description.
“You weren’t working the other day when I came,” he noted, looking off toward a display of candy bars—buy one, get one for fifty percent off—“so I left again. I didn’t like the look of the person behind the counter or of the whole rest of the place.” Jack could not work all the time and probably needed days off here and there, but Tweek still disliked being around strangers, especially when there were bad vibes emanating from other parts of the store. He wanted something familiar to latch onto and trust, so he always swung quickly back around when he couldn’t find Jack.
“Jack, can I ask you something?” he said, turning his attention back to the man in question. Then, without waiting for an answer, he pressed on: “Does… do you get… weird… stuff happening here sometimes?” He realized what an idiotic question that was and corrected himself—“I mean, besides all the dead guys in the freezer.” Shit must go down here somewhat regularly if Jack was so blasé about murder and if there were that many corpses of the same guy on the property.
“Like I saw a really—a really weird person standing out back one time, not doing anything, just standing around, but in a freaky way.” Maybe that was mean, and he should not have been assuming the worst about whoever it was, but they were a bit odd in his opinion, and he thought he caught a glance of them again on his way in tonight. Having some reassurance that Jack knew who they were and that they were safe would do Tweek a world of good. Perhaps, then, he could even go out and face the person in the raincoat and make two friends at the gas station, but he would not do it before he was told whether or not it was fine.
“Then, I got a—a weird feeling… the bathroom…” Tweek trailed off and flushed pink, much less confident in his proceedings than he had been. Craig constantly told him how much of his experiences were just in his own head, and now he felt silly. “Like it might… be haunted.” He sipped on his coffee and quickly averted his gaze again. “It was probably nothing, though… S-sometimes, I get—egh—w-worked up for… no reason.”
#ic :: ( tweek )#int :: ( answered )#ver :: main ( tweek )#gas stxtion#//if this was from a meme i sure as hell couldn't find it KFJSKJDF
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▸ @sliding-into-space ⟶ ❛ Slider did a kick flip onto the sidewalk before stopping his skateboard, kicking it up into his hand before reaching down to scoop up some sort of toy that had been rolling away. Looking up, Slider gave a small smile and held it out. "Uh, this yours?" He offered with a friendly hum. A human Slider for either Craig or Tweek! Whatever you're feeling! ❜
Tweek chased after his runaway car, brow wrinkled with worried concentration, face blazing red with the effort. That thing got fast when you set it downhill—who would have thought?
He skidded to a stop when an older boy on a skateboard picked it up. A lot of the older kids in South Park elementary beat the little ones up, so it was always wise to tread carefully around them. This one seemed nice enough, giving the toy back without hesitation instead of holding it over Tweek’s head and making him jump for it, but he still didn’t trust it. He took his car back with shaky fingers and muttered sheepish gratitude.
He glanced down at the boy’s skateboard. “That trick you did was cool,” he said, hoping to cement himself in the other’s good graces. Older kids liked to show off on their bikes and skateboards. “Can—can you do another one?”
#ic :: ( tweek )#int :: ( answered )#ver :: main ( tweek )#sliding into space#//tweek: AFRAID!#//slider: why? D:#//tweek: ...af...afraid... :(
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“Jesus!” Tweek cried, recoiling from Vasco’s presentation of his bandages at first. The young Naut seemed sunny as ever, not weak or weary from blood loss, so it was probably under control. But that didn’t mean it looked good, and the sight of all that red rapidly drying on the other boy’s sleeve made Tweek’s head reel.
“Fuck me!” He put his hand on the wall to steady himself because he could faint. He wanted to tear his eyes away from the injury, but he couldn’t stop looking. He never could when he saw something that scared him.
“Agh!—what fucking happened to you?”
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Tweek: “That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”
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❝Blood....? Oh yeah, it's a bit of a cut I've gotten earlier. I s'ppose it looks real bad than it actually is.❞ And Vasco seemed far too cheery to be talking like this. With the thin, white shirt he wore, fitted to match his small body, the blood had swept into it, soaking it like the water the came when he tried to clean himself up. His gaze moving towards his sleeve, eyeing it before turning his attention back to the other.
❝I'll be fine. See? My captain helped me out when patching me up, taught me a thing or two.❞
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▸ @multibg ⟶ ❛ ‘ i thought you were going to sleep forever. ’ (kyle @ tweek, mainverse... sleebover.....) ❜ ╱ ( soft tired , accepting . )
Tweek is still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when Kyle speaks, and then he freezes. It’s generally considered terrible manners to sleep later than the sleepover host, and ice shoots through his veins as he realizes his mistake. He stars at Kyle for a moment, trying to determine if the other is mad at him.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?!” he shrills, his voice hoarse. They agreed last night that whoever woke up first was responsible for waking the other. Tweek already planned not to rouse Kyle, though, because he didn’t expect to sleep at all. He is used to being the only one awake, and it comes as a shock to be last for once.
He looks around the room for a clock and catches the sunlight filtering through the window. He can’t remember the last time he missed the sunrise. “What time is it?” Nine or ten, probably, still late for a coffeehouse owner’s son.
Speaking of, despite knowing he doesn’t have a right to impose after disrespecting the social norms of sleepovers, he bunches the front of his pajama shirt up in his fist and asks, “…Is there coffee?”
#ic :: ( tweek )#int :: ( answered )#ver :: main ( tweek )#multibg#//the tiniest of guys.......#//reminds me of the latest i ever slept#//one time i slept until 3pm#//and it was at a sleepover in high school lol#//i was only up until 3am and conked out for 12 hours#//i was so weak back then
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