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@clydedon
Well like this could of taken any longer to finish. @__@;;
Started off with me just wanting to draw Craig, then the rest of his gang, then suddenly I wanted to watch the first Pokemon movie. THEN THIS HAPPENED. Also, Clyde, I love you, you big crybaby you. :’D
❝ Hm, you’re right kiddo! —— Now that I think about it, I’ve insulted a famous western idol. I take it back, he’d be somebody like, uh… mother gothel! ❞
"---But Mother Gothel at least as better style than that! What about that witch from Hansel and Gretel?" He spoke with seemingly no actual ill will-- and without thought of consequence.
"That Deidara guy can't be Barbie,!" The brunette cocked his head to the side, assuming a rather thoughtful position.
"I mean-- he'd have to actually be pretty for that, right?"
And now this little punk was talking to him. Mama’s boy who wouldn’t even know how to appreciate the fine art even if it exploded right infront of his baby face. “…. Deidara, hm. And I don’t care about yours.” That was totally a lie. All he could think about was to evolve his technique so he can destroy Clyde Donovan… right behind ‘fuck Uchihas’.
"Oh! You're that guy whose sandcastle exploded!" He gasped, eyes wide and confusion evident-- obviously ignoring the part about Deidara not caring about his name. "Geez, what was the point of blowing it up? That's why you didn't win!" Placing his hands on his hips, he shook his head. "There's no point in making it if you blow it up! Wouldn't it be better if it lasted longer?"
The runners-up spot wasn’t that bad. Since he liked water melons and did not care about Tiki hut.
But no one and nothing beats his art except for the sharingan!
Seems like another name made it on his “to destroy”-list. Clyde Donovan.
"....Hey. How's it goin'." A cough into his hand, and he glanced to the side. "...Sorry, I forgot your name. I didn't read far enough down the winner's list."
"Exploring the campus at night is forbidden, yet no one can give me a good reason why? Hmm, that only makes me more curious. Maybe… I should check it out for myself…?”
"Wh-Why would you check it out for yourself? It's forbidden for a re-reason, right?!" Okay, so that might go against a lot of things he tended to do in his childhood with his friends-- all the crazy shit they got into-- but now, he was at Kerria. He had a chance to, y'know, not have insanely weird shit happen to him.
He didn't deserve detention.
He had gotten taken Stan's diary fair and square!
(And then he happened to sell if for a lovely profit. That's called good business sense, if anything.)
But alas, despite what he felt about his amazing strategies and decisions, certain people still felt it necessary to punish him for being a genius. It was completely, utterly, rude. Other people at this school had surely done worse, right? Definitely.
Thusly, as he sat at the desk in the empty room, the young man all but pouted, arms crossed and tears starting to well at the edges of his eyes. "This isn't fair."
Stan took the platter in his hands, eyes so dead it was like he was imitating Craig. He just stood there, staring into the deep recesses of Clyde’s mind. Why did you do it, Clyde? You could have just given it back. You didn’t have to sell it to a stranger. You sold out for tacos, Clyde. Goddammit, Clyde.
Still, with his dead eyed-flat expression, Stan shifted the platter to one hand and picked up the taco. While staring into Clyde Donovan’s soul, he held the taco above his head and crushed it into his fist. Then, he laid his taco-covered hand flat on Clyde’s noggin.
Clyde, why.
And he was still grinning, proud of his selflessness, until-- taco was on his head. In his hair. His smile turned unto a grimace, and he looked up, then back at Stan, then back up.
How dare he.
Vengeance on his mind, the taco-covered young man softly placed his hand on his head. The smushed taco was still there, festering.... Grabbing a fistfull of it, Clyde-- with the corners of his eyes starting to well up with the slightest of tears-- opened Stan's pants and shoved the gunk in.
"ASSHOLE."
What did that twenty bucks buy, you ask?
Why, it bought a delicious-- now almost empty-- plate of lovely tacos. Now, Clyde wasn't a complete jackass; one savory taco remained (out of, like ten) on the platter as he strolled up towards the young man that had made him the money in the first place.
A smile, and he held out the plate to Stan. "You basically bought 'em, after all."
Holds up a singular twenty dollar bill.
"Holy shit, you're really gonna pay me?" All but snatching the twenty with surprise and amusement, the brunette held out the diary. "Here. Enjoy to your heart's content. Apparently, he wears his underwear backwards to ward off evil spirits. Who knew."
He waved around a rather pink bound book.
"A public reading of this facinating book'll be in twenty minutes! A dollar for admission! Twenty dollars for the book itself!"
M!As
These M!As were originally from my old blog, but have been resubmitted with new additions.
Deadly Insomniac: Your muse is unable to sleep for a specified amount of time regardless of how many attempts they make, becoming extremely tired, weak and dangerously volatile as a result.
Childlike Innocence: Muse is mysteriously transformed into their younger form for a specified amount of time, accompanied with all the usual juvenile behaviours.
Personality Swap: Muse's usual personality is suddenly switched with another's for a specified amount of time, causing them to act like that person perfectly. Anon decides who.
Cross-dresser: Muse becomes a cross dresser for a specified amount of time, dressing up as the opposite sex.
Animal Suits!: Anon chooses an animal Muse must dress up as for a specified amount of time, imitating it's behaviour and characteristic traits.
Charmingly Flirtatious: Muse becomes a dazzling romantic for a specified amount of time, flirting with everyone regardless of gender, current relationship or sexual preferences.
Deliriously Drunk: Muse becomes excessively drunk for a specified amount of time, acting oddly and hallucinating occasionally. Muse may react to drunkenness however they please.
Shape Shifter: Anon decides what form Muse changes into, whether it be an animal, person, or even an object.
Player: Muse attempts to get in bed with everyone for a specified amount of time.
Lost: Muse becomes hopelessly lost, loosing all sense of direction they previously had. Anon decides what or who they are looking for.
Sex Change: Muse turns into the opposite sex for a specified amount of time.
Habitually Violent: Muse becomes extremely violent and will attempt to pick fights with anyone they talk to.
Leather, Panties and Stockings: Muse is forced to dress up in a very sexual manner for a specified amount of time, becoming extremely horny as a result.
Crossover: Muse becomes part of another fandom for a specified amount of time. Anon decides what.
Sweet Lips: Muse will give a kiss to anyone who utters the words 'sweet lips'. Can be via ask, replies or rebloging.
Docilely Submissive: Muse becomes an adorable little uke for a specified amount of time, as obedient as a dog and as playful as a kitten. Anon may choose who for.
Aggressively Dominant: Muse becomes a sadistic seme for a specified amount of time. Anon may choose who for.
Amnesia: Muse forgets everything about themselves, from their name to what they ate for breakfast.
OOC: Muse becomes seriously out of character for a specified amount of time.
Delusions of Grandeur: Muse starts to believe they are better than everyone, becomes the most important person in their universe and has a false sense of confidence, bragging about everything.
Of Love and Stuffing: Muse starts carrying around a plushy, becoming extremely attached to it. Anon may specify what, or else it is Muse's most loved person, thing, or animal.
Musically talented: Muse must sing everything they say, using lyrics from songs. Anon may specify how long.
Silence: Muse can no longer speak, and must communicate everything in non verbal ways, such as hand signals, ect. Anon decides how long.
Homicidal Maniac: Muse becomes mentally insane, and lusts for blood. Anon may specify how long and a particular target/obsession if they wish.
Am I pretty?: Muse attempts to get everyone to call them pretty, fishing for as many compliments they can get. Anon decides how long for.
Bare it all: Muse must walk around naked for a specified time. They may either be extremely self conscious or not notice at all.
Mirror Mirror: Muse becomes obsessed with their looks. Anon specifies how long for.
Cozy Cuddles: Muse tries to hug and cuddle as many people as possible, until specified amount of hugs have been given. Anon decides how many hugs are needed before M!A finishes.
Attention seeker: Muse becomes desperate for attention from whoever will give it to them.
Abhorrence: Muse absolutely hates one person, refusing to speak to them or being extremely spiteful towards them.
Unrelenting Obsession: Muse becomes terribly obsessed with one person, anon decides who.
Time for Change: Anon picks a specific feature of Muse that is to be changed for a specified amount of time, such as hair colour, clothes, ect.
More will be added as I make them up. Feel free to add your own if you wish.
b-bRUH [muffled crying] || tweek + craig
When he first came to Kerria, he hadn't expected to see his old friends from South Park-- he had expected a new place, a new chance to make the raddest of new names for himself.
....Now that almost all of them were here, Clyde realised that maybe he wasn't going to get his chance to becomes the raddest kid in school.
As he walked down the hall, hands stuffed in his pockets, the young man grumbled under his breath, "It's not fair. I want a chance to be cool." He though the halls were empty. "It's not fair..." His eyes narrowed and his lips jutted out in an angry pout.
A stomp on the ground, a disregard for the rather twitchy student that had just walked out into the hall about a foot away, and Clyde all but yelled, "IT'S NOT FAIR."
wine!!!
Wine: For the drunken phone-call/text
[04:23:03 AM] [TXT]
thatttt hidenori dude you hang a round smells like bird shi t. is he bir d shit? do h ang round bird shit b ruh it;;will end bad
[04:50:10 AM] [TXT]
IM n oT SAYIN THAT HEs BAD FOR bEIN BIRD SHIT i am NOT racist... against bir d shit
Morning
Morning: What my character would say if they woke up in bed next to yours.
Sleeping was one of Clyde's favorite activities; especially when he didn't have to wake up at any certain time, when he could sleep as long as he so pleased.
Unfortunately, this wasn't one of those mornings.
A grope of the space beside him, one that seemed to emit much more warmth than it should, and he felt.... a person.
More specifically, Kyle Broflovski. A single moment passed, and--
"---I DIDN'T TOUCH YOUR DICK, I SWEAR!"
truth
Truth: My character will tell you what they think of yours in all honesty.
“Ahahaha…." It was a nervous laugh, and the young man scratched the back of his head with obvious uneasiness. "Craig may be rude, crass, irritable, vulgar, defiant—" Clyde paused, realising he was going on a tangent, before bringing his hand to cough in it. "—b-but!”
A pause, and his cheeks reddened in the slightest. “Craig is my friend. One of my best friends. And I’m glad he is.”
