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Saruhiko: I know.
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My Favorite South Park Fanfictions:
Warning: ALL OF THESE STORIES CONTAIN SO MUCH YAOI LOVE, SMUT, FLUFF, SEX, EVERYWHERE!!!!! :)
Kyman:
Ā 1. Ā Donāt Touch Me - Soul Flash
Ā 2. Falling From Grace - jusAgurl93x
Ā 3. Better Left Unsung - Cutie Pie 9335
Ā 4. Boundaries - Cutie Pie 9335
Ā 5. Youāre All That Matters To Me - xEmerald Isle
Ā 6. A Knife To The Back - Rigato Caravl
Ā 7. Well - Takethe Blanket
Ā 8. Iām Just A Killer For Your Love - StalkerDex
Ā 9. The Art Of Sneaking - Yummykyman
Style:
Ā 1. The Deepest Cuts Donāt Bleed - scarylolita
Ā 2. Bromance Is For Pussies - inu382
Ā 3. The Other Table - SekritOMG
4. In Pieces - scarylolita
Ā 5. Impossible - Suki-Itami
Bunny:
Ā 1. I Will Die For You - South Park Trekkie
Stanman:
Ā 1. Do You Wanna Touch Me? - MoonAngelNine
Ā 2. Bittersweet Bundle Of Misery - StalkerDex
Ā 3. Significant Other - everlasting-luv
Staig:
Ā 1. High School Reunion - Monthadog
Ā 2. Sexual Tension - BattyCore
Ā 3. Two Faces - everlasting-luv
K2:
Ā 1. Blue Days - Koi Carp
Ā 2. Cursed - scarylolita
Ā 3. Liar Liar - scarylolita
Creek:
Ā 1. Some Boys Are Monsters - Eerily
Ā 2. Best Bet - IDRC
Ā 3. If Youāre Bored, Then Youāre Boring - scarlettshazam
Ā 4. Addict - mr. eames
Ā 5. Broken - eksley05
Crenny:
Ā 1. About Last Night - scarylolita
Ā 2. Lifeās Worth - Capān Morgan
Ā 3. Poison - McTuckerAddict
Ā 4. I Donāt Need A Superhero - scarylolita
Cutters/Buttman:
Ā 1. Talking With His Mouth Closed - Druekee
Ā 2. Rain Go Away - angelhamby931
I personally love all of these stories and have reread most of them at least three times. Go and support your Fanfiction authors, because they deserve it!
I DON'T NEED A SUPERHERO IS BY ME
noerah headcanons 15042017
ānoel always reassures serah that she is perfect. Serah has the tendency to hold all of her insecurities deep within the recesses of her too-large heart, so noel work stem out, placating them with words that aren't quite well-versed nor poetic, but that's what makes them so special to serah because she knows they are true. āon holidays serah likes big gatherings with all her family and friends, but since noel is not the best with people, he tends to stick to himself. Serah is the only one to pull him out from himself. ā they can be their truest selves with each other. Serah can force noel to really deal with his own problems just like how serah can only vent her troubles to him. She loves her big sister, but light is not the most understanding at times -- which serah unfortunately knows from experience -- and she doesn't want to bring anyone else she cares about down. She rather help than be helped, but noel just won't let her go through anything alone. ā”noel had taken the task of babysitting serah begrudgingly but after meeting her, he wasn't sure how he lived without her before. She proved that she was just as resilient as her elder sister and just as stubborn. ā¤serah likes to feed stray cats that wander by much to noel's exasperation. They're constantly finding themselves into the noerah home, but thĆ© way serah's face lights up when she sees them gives him enough reason to let them stay.

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A zine of sorts.
If I were to create & curate a not-for-profit, independent zine.. Would anyone be interested in submitting to it?
Iād accept things like poetry, photography, short stories, comics, short articles/opinion pieces.. Whatever can be translated to print really.
Iām thinking Iād make a free digital version, and a print version for cheap, just enough to cover materials? Maybe have proceeds go to a charity for a few select months/issues? Donāt want to profit, just want to make a cool project that others can contribute to.
Thoughts? :D
I wouldn't mind~ā
Hey!
Right now Iām in the process of making a Kristoff RP blog, but until that is fully developed and ready to go, Iād love to take a stab at doing a Hansoff RP over chatzy or some other means of instant messaging?
So, yeah. If any Hans players are interested in that, just shoot me an inbox, or like this post; basically just make yourself known, haha!
im down to try it. ive never rp'd hans, but i'd like to give it a go.
i didnāt save my ten-page essay.
[noicle] exchange [omegle 02072016]
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like dramatical murder, noicle, and dmmd.
You: Wowza, I didn't expect to find a NoiCle shipper.
Stranger: Me neither!
You: Are you up for an RP?
Stranger: Yes.
You: Any plot ideas? Canonverse or AU?
Stranger: I'd say I enjoy high school AUs
Stranger: With Noiz being the exchange student and all.
You: I'm down with that! o0o Would you rather be Noiz or Clear?
Stranger: I'd like to be Clear if you don't mind!
You: Yay, I'm better at Noiz tbh, so I'm glad. Should I start or you?
Stranger: Aha, that's good! Could you? Also, if it disconnects, I'm sorry but my internet acts up sometimes.
You: Oh, my email is ****@hotmail.com, tumblr is magnificientfailwrites, and skype is **** if we do disconnect then. ovo
You: ((i have other social sites if none of those work. :"D ))
You: (( wait is noiz a live-in exchange student or like...????))
Stranger: (Oh great! Thanks! I'll email you in that case! I'm ****@onet.pl )
Stranger: (( Uhhhh yes
You: (( all righty. ovo is he living with clear? ))
Stranger: ((That would give them more time to bond so yes :>))
You: (( huzzah ill shut up and start writing now. feel free to tell me if its shit and ill attempt to rewrite it. ))
Stranger: ((It's okay! I'll probably ask questions further on as well! ))
You: Noiz waited at the airport expectantly, surveying the surroundings of Midorijima. The climate was something to adjust to, and he tugged a bit at the lucky hat he always wore no matter the weather looking for his host family. He stood out like a sore thumb with his albino features, but at least the fashion sense here was to his standards. He waited, toying with the tongue piercing as he stood next to his suitcases. The only reason he was here was because his parents wanted rid of him, and the best way to do that without disgracing his family even further was being shipped off to an entirely different country.
Stranger: ((Oh, should Clear wear his mask? You don't need to rewrite btw, it's great!))
You: (( thanks. gug and if he wants. i can see clear being ridiculous in any au and still writing the mask. ))
Stranger: ((Oki!))
Taking German classes was something Clear found quite useful. He was pretty good as well and it made his grandpa really proud. And since his German was really advanced, the teacher offered him to take in and exchange student from Europe. He was very much excited and happy, especially that hid grandpa didn't seem to mind taking in another person in. After the formalities were done, Clear made room in his bedroom for another guest. Their house was small, but still warm and cosy. Clear fortunately had room to move a second bed in as the older man assured him he was fine with a futon. And so, after a small redecorating of the house, it was ready. The day has come and he white haired man anxiously rubbed at his mask as they drove to the airport. Clear was the one to run around to find the German boy. It wasn't that hard, fortunately. He walked up to the blonde man, finding his features quite fascinating and beautiful. He cleared his throat, "Are you perhaps Noiz-san?" he asked cheerfully, just to be sure.
You: Noiz looked over at the man he was facing and stared at the ridiculous gas mask that made him think that he was going to have to hide from some sort of oncoming bombing. "Yeah, are you Clear?" he asked a bit taken aback, but he guessed he had seen stranger things on the internet. He probably should have done a little more research on his host family to be safe, but honestly, what could be worse than being at home? His accent was thick wrapping around the Japanese syllables. The most he had spoken was just on the rare phone calls with the administration of the exchange program and the even rarer conversation with Clear after he found out he would be living with him.
Stranger: Clear knew that strangers didn't really react all that well when they first meet him so he patiently waited until the other recovered from shock. Thankfully, it didn't take long and Noiz didn't throw in any comments yet. "Yes, that's me!" he grinned, even though the blonde couldn't see it, "Welcome to Midorijima!" he exclaimed happily, "Your Japanese is really nice," he complimented as he moved to take a part of Noiz's suitcases, "Grandpa is waiting for us so let's go, I hope you'll enjoy your stay here!" he hummed as he walked ahead, looking back to check if the other was following him.
You: "Does everyone in Midorijima wear a gas mask?" he asked taking his other suitcases as he followed after Clear, trying to adjust to the mask. He was glad that it seemed his Japanese was good enough for him to understand. Being unable to communicate much with the outside world always made him uncomfortable with speaking. This guy was astoundingly bubbly. It was a little hard to wrap his mind around. His entire family was proper and stern, and he was rarely confronted with any form of expression. "How far is your place from here?" he asked as he pulled out his customised PDA to look up their geo location before even finishing with his question.
Stranger: "No, that's just me," Clear answered, even though it brought his mood a little down, he still decided to be in high spirits. He could do at least that much for someone who was in a foreign country, probably for the first time. He walked with Noiz for a while in silence until the boy spoke again. He hummed in thought, "It's around forty minutes. We live a bit outside the town so we'll be taking a bus to school, hope you don't mind," he answered, keeping his tone polite and cheerful, "We'll be passing by many interesting things so I'll be sure to tell you what is what!" he assured just as they reached the car. It was an older model as well and a man was waiting for them. "Noiz-san, this is my grandpa!"
You: Noiz did not seem to notice the slight change in mood, more focused on absorbing and analysing everything around him and soaking it in. He just nodded absently as his sage eyes settled on the elderly man sitting in the driver's seat. "Hello," he greeted with a small wave as he loaded his things into the trunk. He would offer to shake his hand, but he knew that was a bad idea considering they were covered in bandages at the moment. He didn't really feel like telling them about how he was broken (that being his CIPA) and having them think he was a freak just like his family.
Stranger: The man smiled warmly at him, saying a small greeting as well. He helped Noiz load the luggage into the car. He noticed that he actually had a lot of things, probably more than Clear, too. With a hum, he opened the door for Noiz as he looked at his grandpa, "I'll be sitting in the back with Noiz-san!" he informed him and got onto the other side of the car to get in. It was finally happening, he was having a guest from Germany and hopefully they'd become great friends. He also hoped Noiz would get along with his friends at school as it would be so cool to have an addition to their group.
You: The only thing on Noiz's mind was the opposite of socialisation. He would enjoy going out, but he wanted to see the night life, catch up on everything he had missed in the past decade of being locked in that cold room. He sat down in the back seat and gazed out the window. "You can just call me Noiz," he observed glancing at the albino beside him who seemed intent on using honourifics to his false name.
Stranger: Clear fastened his seatbelt and looked at Noiz, a little taken aback by his request. He stayed silent as the car started before taking a breath and trying to voice it out. "Um. N-Noiz..-kun," he said quickly and let out an embarrassed chuckle, "Um. Sorry, I'll work on that," he promised before gazing out the window. Soon, they were driving the main road with lots of people on the sidewalks. And so, as Clear said before, he began telling Noiz about the town. He pointed out nice cafes, shops with electronics or clothes, book shops and also their school. He added small stories here and there, kinda introducing his friends to him as well, hoping he liked the sound of them. Grandpa spoke a bit too, also saying a few interesting things about the town, mentioning an aquarium or the harbour.
You: Noiz was pretty silent, soaking everything in. Clear's voice sounded nice despite being distorted by the mask he wore covering all of his features. A soft smirk found its way to his lips at the fact Clear still couldn't stray from using some sort of suffix to his name. "It's fine Clear-kun," he couldn't help but tease as he began to look out the window again. He nodded occasionally, listening for the places he would explore later and saving them onto his mental hard drive to explore later when he had the time.
Shit, friends. Of course Clear had them. Noiz had not really thought about the prospect of introducing himself to other people nor had he comprehended that he would need to establish relationships if he was to go to an in-real-life school. He mentally counted them off in his head, hoping to minimise his involvement with them as soon as he had the chance.
Stranger: Clear wasn't the type to whine all that much but when Noiz teased him, he couldn't help letting one out. But still, Noiz seemed like a good person. He was quiet and nice, he was also very handsome and even though Clear didn't see him smile, he saw him smirk and it still was really breathtaking. He was just gushing about a foreigner in his head since he was so different from all those people around him. He was sure that if he were to walk Noiz around the town, people would stare. His mask usually made people look but if the gas mask guy was seen with a foreigner, it would most likely cause an uproar. The time passed and they were parking by the small house. "We're here! Welcome!" Clear chirped and hopped out of the car, "Let's carry your stuff to the bedroom then," he said as he took some of the blonde's luggage and entered the house after grandpa unlocked the door.
You: Noiz's laugh was internal as he went back to staring out the window. He followed after Clear again with the rest of his bags carried in his arms. The place was small, but it had a warmth to it that felt even more foreign than the country's language. It was so alien. He paused to pick up a family portrait, staring at it as Clear stood happily with his grandfather in that same ridiculous gas mask and a jumper. Even if he couldn't see it, he could imagine Clear's lips spread into a silly grin just like his quieter grandfather. "Where is it?" he asked speaking of the bedroom and putting the picture back down on the table where he had found it.
Stranger: Clear walked calmly, smiling a little to himself. He really loved this place. It held so many good memories, all thanks to his grandpa. He let out a quiet but happy sigh and then turned to Noiz. He didn't comment on him looking at that picture since well.. It kind of was supposed to be looked at. It was a really precious picture though. "Upstairs. There's our bedroom and grandpa's.. And a bathroom," he explained, "Here, we have a living room and the kitchen as you can see," he smiled and began climbing the stairs. He walked to the door with a jellyfish sticker on it and opened it, "Here we are."
You: Noiz took a note of everything adding it to the plethora of facts he already had to learn to live here. The bedroom was small and quaint with a bed in it (Thank fuck -- Noiz had been afraid he would have to sleep on a futon.) and a lot of jellyfish paraphernalia. He put his share of the car's luggage on the barer of the two beds, taking that one as being his. He immediately stooped down to one of the heavier of suitcases and began to unzip it, revealing a ridiculous amount of electronic devices. "Do you have an outlet?" he asked pulling out a surge protector.
Stranger: Clear watched as Noiz opened a suitcase with lots of things that Clear has never seen before. Or it seemed like it, there were just so many things.. Noiz could run his own small shop with electronics, "Oh, yes," he nodded as he pointed to one near the bed, "So, you like doing things on computers and other things.." he murmured as he curiously looked at the other, "It's really lots of things, it's impressive.. We have a club for that at school so you could join it," he sat on the floor on his knees, "Do you need help unpacking? Or maybe you're hungry?"
You: (( fun fact: i lug around a surge protector, my laptop, my phone, my ds, and an electronic tablet everywhere, and my family finds me ridiculous. ))
Noiz nodded. "Yeah. I'm good with numbers and intel," he said not going into much detail as he knelt down to start setting things up. "I'm not really one for clubs." Not that he had any experience for them, but since he wasn't all that fond of online forums and guilds, he guessed that a club was just an IRL version of one. He looked across at Clear and wondered when he would see his host's face. Was he some sort of grotesque? That was the only reason Noiz could sort for his hiding behind tubes and metal. "Hungry," he answered. "Do you have any sweets?" Japan wasn't big on sugary delicacies, but Noiz knew there had to be some somewhere.
Stranger: Clear nodded a little, "Wow," he said with clear admiration in his voice, "Oh, that's fine! I don't really go around clubs either, just one bar since our senpai works there," he smiled, "It's pretty nice there though, not too crowded or too loud... You'll have to see for yourself!" he exclaimed happily. Somehow, he felt that Noiz would like that place. He obviously didn't like much noise despite his name. The white haired man then furrowed his eyebrows, "Sweets? That's.. I can give you some Pocky but wouldn't you rather have something warm?" he asked, tilting his head at the other.
You: The admiration made Noiz feel good. He was rarely praised. His parents saw his internet hobby as just another flaw, so Noiz had never bothered to tell them how useful it was for him. He shook his head. "No," he said with a roll of his shoulders. "I ran out of snacks on the plane ride, so I kinda want some more if you have any. What kind of Pocky is it?"
Stranger: Clear stood up then, walking over to his desk and taking out three packs of pocky. "Vanilla, blackberry and chocolate," he told him with a smile which again, Noiz couldn't see. But he could probably tell by the tone of his voice. "We'll have dinner later anyway so you'll have your belly full!" he assured him quickly as he showed him the three packs of pocky.
You: Noiz immediately went to the chocolate one but he paused wondering if it was the right decision. After all, he had never tried blackberry before. His hand froze as he struggled to make a decision, eyebrows furrowing. He was tempted to just take all three of them at this point.
Stranger: Clear has never seen anyone so focused on choosing a pack of candy. He found it cute. The blonde apparently had a sweet tooth and had yet to try some new flavours. "You can take them all, Noiz-kun," he said as he practically pushed the packs into Noiz's hands.
Stranger: Clear has never seen anyone so focused on choosing a pack of candy. He found it cute. The blonde apparently had a sweet tooth and had yet to try some new flavours. "You can take them all, Noiz-kun," he said as he practically pushed the packs into Noiz's hands.
You: The generosity took Noiz by surprise, but he was glad for it. He took the three packs gratefully and opened the blackberry one first. He slipped one into his mouth, letting out a pleased hum at the taste. It was sweet like he had anticipated and just the thing to quench his neglected sweet tooth.
Stranger: Clear smiled at the way Noiz reacted. He let out a small giggle as he watched the other. He thought that this was definitely going to be interesting. He had Yo make sure to show Noiz around all the cake shops and buy some more candy. "So you like sweet things, too.. That's nice. I like them too. We can go cake hunting or something," he proposed.
You: Noiz glanced at Clear at the giggle, almost frowning, but the cream-covered biscuit in his mouth prevented him from doing so. "All right," he said, and although the excitement did not show in his apathetic tone, it showed in the glint of his green eyes. His pupils were already dilated in anticipation. "What do those cafes have?"
Stranger: Clear immediately noticed that Noiz used a monotone tone of his voice and his face wasn't really expressive either.. But his eyes, his beautiful green eyes were glistening like those of a child's. It was another cute thing about Noiz. He couldn't wait to text Aoba about him. "Cafes have the usual chocolate cake, carrot cake, but in other shops there's also shortcakes, cheesecakes.. Muffins, donuts.. Things like strawberries in chocolate.. They're great."
You: Noiz could imagine. He finished the blackberry stick before deciding to try it as he also ate a vanilla one. "When can we go?" It was already late, but the anticipation at exploring had Noiz's adrenaline rushing. If it wasn't for the fact that it was so late that everything was probably closed, he would have went out to find some right then.
Stranger: has disconnected.
noerah headcanons [10/-4/2016 08:25]
*serah waking noah up with a barrage of fluttering kisses and noel having to hug her to stop her and trying not to snicker at how ridiculously cute she is
*serah and noel being ridiculous over who should make dinner because they both love each otherās cooking and they end up deciding to just cook together an equal portion of the food
*when serah gets sick around noel he literally panics because hes so afraid shell die like yuel and she assures him its just a cold but he still frets and when she finally gets better noel is so relieved he falls asleep for the first time in fucking days
*serah dancing with noel in the kitchen in bed hair and her babydoll lingerie and noel in his t-shirt and joggers

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septiplier headcanons
*jack wears the most ridiculous socks and wears too many clothes around the house aside from pants while mark rarely wears anything at all but when he comes to la he sees why because its so hot and he constantly complains about it and one day marks annoyed and is just like 'I can make you hotter' and that leads to the sex or just really intense snogging
*neither jack nor mark really know who really said I love you first because it was just jokingly said so many times and then one day it became more serious and the next moment they were falling for each other and mark is suddenly noticing the way jack stares at him and jack is hyper aware and nervous over how mark looks back at him and then they both are idiots and end up trying to come up with ways to ask each other out but have no idea how to go about it
*one of mark's plans includes chica and cuddles with the dogs but its kinda ruined when jack hacks up a lung because of his asthma
*one of jack's involves placing mistletoe all over the house and waiting for an opportunity to jump mark under it in a kiss and it fails miserably when the dogs seem determined to knock all of it down
*jack ends up walking in on mark playing horror games one day and kinda watches because he likes listening to mark's voice and has secretly grown so used to it lulling him to sleep that he actually falls asleep on mark's shoulder despite all of markimoo's screaming and mark doesn't notice until he tries to make a joke and jack is drooling away on his shoulder
*but during the night jack ends up waking up because of weirdass nightmares and he starts texting mark because mark has moved him to bed and bleary eyed mark wakes up and texts him back until jack just calls him and talks to him despite jack being like right across the hall in the guest room but both of them are too lazy to get out of bed
*after that, it becomes routine for jack to call mark whenever he can't sleep and just talk to him until he passes out again and mark starts to enjoy dozing off to the sound of jack's light snoring
*mark and jack racing each other in the morning, out of breath and panting as they make their way to the finish line
*mark and jack have way too many stuffed animals when they finally move in together and there's all this shit on the bed so they buy a huge bed
*jack loves toys if you get what I'm saying
*their sex is always full of lots of laughs and also really intense
pewdiecry headcanons [10/04/2016 07:25]
*when felix first wants to see cry he tries to coax him into having a skype video call but cry never gives in until one day he finally sends an invite to pewds and hes just so surprised but he accepts it and cry is mostly hiding his face but its a step closer to cry trusting him and not feeling so nervous and uncomfortable about showing his face
i spit fire
i always wake up feeling the best at other peopleās houses and other peopleās beds. is it the person or is it the meds? feed me sertraline and caffeine, inject me with all those pills Ā and potions. give me a reason to keep living by my struggling means, give me a reason to keep believing in notions like love and happiness and all that shit that rest inbetween. in daydreams and nightmares and my struggling reality. i question the meaning of my existence, wondering why i feel infinitesimal, abysmal. in this whole big vast universe of stars lost in constellations and in magazines, i just feel so small.
one minute flash fiction exercise
S/he/it had done it. The dog's body wracked and trembled in fear as it stared with wide, unblinking eyes at its master and warden. It fears the cage, the outside, the locked doors, but most of all that disappointment. That look of betrayl, and maybe the morning outings will become really forever, and sitting at the door for an hour, two, or however long those digital figures move on the clock, will die out like hope and waiting.
rules of the house
⦠Don't enter Father's study. He hates that. Even if he is absent, he'll know, and you'll be locked into the closet. ⦠Remember your dining ettiquite . . . Elbows and hands must always be seen. Chew with your mouth closed. A fork is not just a fork. Any mistake means going without eating. ⦠Make sure to look when Mother speaks. She uses her hands to hit instead of talk when she's annoyed. ⦠Don't (be caught) play(ing) with dead things. ⦠Church sermons are just another study. Not listening means you have to recite the Bible while kneeling on rice.

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a letter (to the one who falls in love with me)
orĀ ā9 reasons to run away from me and head for the fucking hillsā
o1. when i meet you i won't look you in the eye. i'll talk about myself, but not really. i will be an open book with pages glued together that talks like a patchwork, half-assed quilt made up of allusions to memories with lies that stitch everything together, and i leave it for you to cut the threads and piece together the little black patches of truths amongst the strings of little white lies.