#bevercges

He waves when he sees Pip across the street, it’s really been a while. Even if they go to the same school, it really doesn’t seem like they cross paths at all these days! 

“ Pip!! ” Kenny calls out while crossing the street. He triple checked that the light was green, so no truck flies out of nowhere. 

step one: make it out of the bathtub. finished. step two: remembering why he decided to take a bath. failed, but that’s alright. happens all the time, anyway. step three: why was he holding a power cell? doesn’t matter. he knew not to drink it. step four: walk out the front door to get some fresh air, with the bobby stepping close behind. 

except, step four was a total bust.

as the door creaks open, there wasn’t a massively tall, attractive, and overly muscular constable. nor were there compact streets of swaying buildings and rainbow painted roads. rather, a freezing wind and an empty road of blackness. a few houses coated the white surface, sprinkling about. it was so... vast. so open. confused, nick looks around.

“ did i... take purples again? “  a car drove past after another step. a confused yelp blurts out of quivering lips. a heaving breath escalates as the wellie now ran down the sidewalk, not made of stone and brick but cement. blue stare is cast high as he studies the machine race by. but as his legs shake, he glances down to see the difference in the pathways beneath. taken aback, brows furrow and voice murmurs on.  “ n-no. no! i haven’t taken ‘em! n-not since. THEN... i... “

eyes survey the area around. they burn profusely, what with the reflection of the sun. he can’t even remember the last time he saw snow. all the destruction from the war, and the chemicals from the factory made it rather impractical for snow to happen. or perhaps was it because the islands were too humid? either way, it was painful. and freezing.

and, very alarming for that matter. nick is cautious to step down the cement. out of place and rather colorful for such a modest and dull town, every stride taken brought a deeper pit of fear into the rockstar’s stomach. what was worse; no instruments were nearby to calm him down.

one was needed horrendously, especially as he saw a kid walking down the street.

Take the Whole Shaker

I just have a lot of feelings on shipping, and smutting with characters in general. This isn’t really South Park specific, but as someone who enjoys writing relationships- romantic and physical and platonic- I get these vibes from a part of the roleplaying community as a whole.

I will never write underage smut, nor will I write smut with underage muns. I take these rules to heart and follow them very seriously. I fully understand the severity and ramifications of those things.

But outside of that? Let people have their fun. If it’s not your cup of tea or you think maybe it’s not fitting characterization, there’s probably several other blogs for those characters you can follow. Slut shaming is as much of a roleplaying problem as it is real world, and I always get super squirmy when it comes up because I know I fall smack dab into that demographic. I shouldn’t feel guilty over how I’m portraying a fictional character, for my own personal enjoyment.

And yes, I write Kenny as promiscuous. I write him as sexually adventurous and indulgent. I have reasons for this and will happily explain my stance if you’d like to hear my take on the topic. But at the same time, he’s not reckless or a deviant. He has morals, and he practices safe and consensual sex, and takes respecting his partner as a person very seriously.

❝ Its not me, its you. Don’t feel too bad Pip, as long as you do your part, my part while i present we’ll get an A for sure! ❞

➤ If he HAD to be in a god damn group with this wishy washy kid then Cartman was going to do it HIS way. He told that stupid bitch of a teacher to let him do the project with Kenny and Butter’s group but she wouldn’t let him. He even asked to be in a group alone if it meant being paired up with...PIP. Anything but that!!

« Thus came to this. »

                                                   truly  ,    he  never  realized  how  much  damage  their  missions  caused  .    this  must’ve  been  a  really  big  one  too  .    he  had  know  idea  how  he  was  going  to  clean  this  all  up  on  his  own  .    sure  ,    he  had  his  partner  from  sediment  minor  ,    but  he  never  did  anything  .    he  was  just  a  ROCK  after  all  .

                                                   apparently  the  field  agents  had  gotten  help  from  independant  superhero  ---    of  course  nowadays  nigel  couldn’t  tell  the  difference  between  aliens  and  actual  superheroes  .    they  were  basically  the  same  thing    (    no  wonder  he  was  placed  on  the  janitorial  team  ,    he  was  only  human  after  all    )    .

IT’S NOT A SIN IF IT’S A QUALITY PUN, GOO