everyone's dad fucked everyone's mom

[rot10tothecore]

ATTN : south park roleplayers! i’m running a new discord server that is looking to fill A LOT of important roles.

― THE MISSION STATEMENT! 

❝ here at whatever!park, we’re not taking a goddamn thing seriously.❞  » » » I LOVE ROLEPLAYING. i’m sure you do, too! why else would you bother joining a roleplay server if you didn’t? but frig it, sometimes i just want a place to screw around in character and not have to walk on eggshells. i want a place where i don’t need to censor myself or worry about rp politics, be on edge about minors infiltrating the group and all the headache and drama that comes along with running/joining group servers. i’m sure most people are on the same page as me! so here we are, gathered here today, in a practically lawless land. because in case you forgot? THIS IS SOUTH PARK. the town that gets destroyed every other week. the most infamous little quiet redneck white trash podunk mountain town in the world. who cares. let’s not forget what the source material is here, friends.

IF YOU ARE OVER EIGHTEEN & ARE LOOKING FOR A CASUAL SERVER, PLEASE CONSIDER JOINING.

a fair warning that this group has no actual plot. it’s a modern slice of life town roleplay set in 2019. the main cast is aged 21-22. ALL CANON CHARACTERS WILL BE ACCEPTED, no matter how minor they are!

OUR TAKEN CHARACTER LIST ( everyone else not listed is probably open! ) : 

✦ amanda harrison ✦ bebe stevens ✦ butters stotch ✦ craig tucker ✦ eric cartman ✦ filmore anderson ✦ firkle smith ✦ gary harrison ✦ gregory ✦ ike broflovski ✦ kenny mccormick ✦ kyle broflovski ✦ pete thelman ✦ ruby/tricia tucker ✦ stan marsh

it goes without saying that we’d really love to see christophe, wendy, clyde, red, token, nichole, heidi, jimmy, karen, tweek, henrietta and michael around. (;

DM ME FOR AN INVITE.

[daywalking]

@pasteldragonss (for butters) liked for a starter

“What are you doing in line. Did you forget your lunch or something?”

[daywalking]

@bigboncd liked for starter

“What are you up to?” The question is immediately belted out the moment he steps through the door. “I know you’re not sick, so why did you have your mom call mine asking if I could bring you your homework. We both know that you don’t give a damn about school.”

[timsel-fanarts]

 *rises from the dead just to say how awesome this episode was*

[daywalking]

( so I am really awkward sometimes but I know I've gotten a few followers here, so if you want a starter or anything I can try throwing something out for people tomorrow. just hit that ♥ )

[oneinathousandmemes]

Send “Morning!“ to wake up my muse with breakfast in bed.

Send “Wake up!“ for my muse to wake up yours.

[selcouthwitch]

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

[daywalking]

e-cxrtman‌:

“Don’t get your panties into such a knot, dude.” Cartman huffed with the same wily smile as he frustrated Kyle more and more. “Nobody likes a whiny bitch.” Takes one to know one. “And aye—don’t call me fat you son of a bitch!” Some days they really hadn’t come all that far. “Pfft, you really don’t know me at all, dumbass. I do all the fucking cooking at home nowadays… I’d starve to death if I didn’t make something that actually tastes good.” 

It’s clear to see from the skeptical look he casts Cartman’s way that he does not believe the claim and yet he takes the bait. There was no way the fat slob ever lifted a finger at home. Yet there is that nagging voice telling him that it could be plausible, he could be wrong, perhaps Cartman really did take up cooking at home. His gaze has been fixed on him, unwavering studying him, waiting for him to make a mistake despite knowing it won’t come. This was Cartman after all. A true expert when it came to lies and deceit.

Before he can really take things into consideration, he opens his mouth, “I know you enough. Prove it. If you really are that great as you claim go ahead. Let me see you cook something.” ...and it seems they might not be going to school.

[daywalking]

@poofballhat | you don’t gotta reply i just wanted to do this

        ❝ look, uh. if you wanna talk to my dad, he’s at work. his boss won’t care if you stop by, or whatever. ❞

Kyle remains silent, his gaze fixed on the Randall he wanted to speak to. He hand is raised and he pokes Stan’s cheek with his index finger.

[daywalking]

“I just noticed I’ve been wearing mismatched socks all day.”

[ducktracy-deactivated20260315]

in which kyle purposefully takes up as much room as possible and ensures cartman will never be able to sign stan’s cast

[emilyartstudio-s]

He’s okay!!

[daywalking]

◇ ( i just wanted to say hi ! )

Why Aren't We Roleplaying? |  ◇ - Other/idk just wanted to say hi | @poofballhat​

Hey! How ya doing? Hope you’re doing aaaawesome. Also yay Stan. iel. who obviously got his looks from his mom, I didn’t make the rules. Randy did. Wait. One day… it’s today. 

[oneinathousandmemes]

Why Aren't We Roleplaying?

Send me a symbol to say why we aren’t making sweet threads together!

● - You seem so busy …

○ - I ship our characters but I’m a little embarrassed about it

□ - I don’t have any thread ideas

■ - I have some ideas, but I’m scared you won’t like them

▲ - I’m not sure how our muses would meet

▼ - I don’t know if you like my muse

▶- I think you don’t like me …

◀- Let’s do an AU!

◆ - I’m really shy so please don’t hurt me …

♧ - I’m like? So lazy? And haven’t like? Replied in like? Forever?

◇ - Other/idk just wanted to say hi

[daywalking]

( is this a spoiler? )

( Stan wasn’t at Clyde’s birthday. Was he not invited or was this because of his wound? I mean he could have still gone and just hung out but??? Maybe he just didn’t want to go outside... )

[daywalking]

( imagine if they both show up wearing that jacket. just saying. )

[daywalking]

e-cxrtman‌:

“So all of the above, huh?” Cartman tutted thoughtfully with a wolfish smile, ignoring the other. The redhead was too easy sometimes it almost (almost) took all the fun out of it, but he still wasn’t where the brunette wanted him just yet and knew he could just egg him on further and further. “I get it-just to chicken shit to admit it. You’re just pmsing cause I fucking owned in foods and you don’t want a real food critic judging ya. I get it, heeb.” 

He had matured, significantly, since they were children, he had grown past this routine. He had become infinitely more patient than what his previous paper thin temper had to offer when he was a child. That is what he wanted to believe, but each word spoken, strung together was a sting. Aggravation was worn on his face and when he speaks again the volume of his voice has risen. Sharply. Lashing out. And there is no veiled attempt at keeping calm.

“I am not pmsing!!! And don’t call me a heeb, fatass!!!” A hand is clenched tight into a fist, while the one holding the tray grips it just too tightly. “Don’t you start that again you fat piece of shit! We both know you’re not a food critic. Do you even chew or taste anything before you swallow?!”