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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ masterlists
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ south park
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ about me
she/her. PST. 20. omniromantic. psychology (arts) major. libra rising. infp-t. words of affirmation.
hello, call me mina! i see myself in lucy van pelt (peanuts), mafuyu asahina (pjsk), & saki (senpai wa otokonoko). i like journaling & hamsters & earl grey tea. this blog is my replacement for doomscrolling.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ about my writing
this will be my first and likely only writing blog. comments & thoughts of all kinds are very motivating, even if it's a message as simple as "I like this." treat me well <3.
⁀➴ i tend to write in a pretty scrambled manner, very much not chronologically + my interests have been known to fluctuate every few months… so we'll see where this blog takes us.
⁀➴ i promise to post at least once before the end of each month.
⁀➴ i try to write gender neutral pronouns, but i lean towards female readers: in both reading and writing ^^;
⁀➴ i will write & focus on reader fics. it's very, very rare for me to care about character pairings. the only character pairing i've been known to read is schrucy <3. character pairings may have cameos/support roles tho.
⁀➴ i don't plan to write nsfw in the near future, but will update my blog accordingly if i change my mind.
PINKY PROMISE: pretty please don't feed any of my writing, works, or posts into A.I., that shit is heartbreaking. just ask me if you want to see something in my style. the wait IS worth it. morally, artistically, & objectively.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ my tags
#minaguides - important, navigational posts
#minawrites - all kinds of my writing
#minaresponds - my response to various asks
#minamulls - my thoughts, probably about various characters & stories
#minarecs - i share other people's work!! reposts / links included
#minaupdates - i lyk about any changes i make to my blog / central posts
#minamade - includes anything i draw, even if it's just dividers
#minaocs - my original characters featured
#minamisc - i share stuff about myself / share miscellaneous announcements
also after i publish pt 1 i might work on a oneshot ... based off the new spiderman movie ... and kenny ...
kenny is such a muse but i swear my favorite is kyle even though it doesnt seem like it!! HES JUST SUCH AN INTERESTING FELLA well not that kyle isn't but i feel like there are more kyles (morally uptight academic weapons) in the media world than kennys (dirtbag immortal angsty) yk
... wait on second thought maybe theres an equal amt.
IDK i think its also just cuz im a bit of a square irl so its like more interesting to think of a perspective that isn't one i'm used to yk
GUYS today pt 1 got fully beta read!! BUT THERES LIKE TWO DRAWINGS I WANNA DO FOR IT SO YALL ARE GNA HAVE TO SIT TIGHT A LITTLE !! but im nervous to see reception on pt 1!!
i feel like my prologue was neutral enough, but this one ended up being like 2.9k words and thats like seeing double of my writing yk and there's more room to have an opinion...
BUT ITS OK MY BETA READERS CONVINCED ME TO BE PROUD OF IT SO IM JUST LOOKING FORWARD TO BE DONE WRESTLING WITH PROCREATE!!
wait idk if i should let this blog be like my writing blog for every fandom or if i should like transform to be south park only & just open a sideblog for other fandoms ... decisions decisions....
SUMMARY: in which, you witness his deaths. you remember. and care. isn't that fated?
WARNINGS: light swearing, school setting, strangers to lovers, kenny’s POV, style mention (cartman trolling), 2nd POV, no use of y/n, kenny died, kenny has a deathly hangover
WORD COUNT: 1.3k
CREDITS: dividers by @huraxy-dividers & cover by @deerminded :)
As the sole child of immortality, it wasn't unusual for Kenny's deaths to be forgotten.
It was frustrating. It took him years to get used to dying; for his memories to dull down the painful sensations of getting crushed, shot, sliced; any horrific method one could think of. The daily repetition of these sensations was physical and mental torture; especially without an ounce of a rational explanation behind his deaths. It felt like the world dedicated itself to finding ways to kill him, only to force him back to life in order to relive it all. He reasoned that the universe seriously hated him; not even just because of his forced immortality, but also because of his living situation. He would never wish his life upon anybody else.
Nobody even seemed to remember his deaths. It was like he woke up from a nightmare, that the entire day happened up until he got killed in some nonsensical manner. If he tried to tell people about it, they would stare at him like he's crazy or malnourished. Which isn't false, but it has no correlation to his deaths; they feel too real. His memories would be perpetually muffled, as if erased from everyone's mind but his own; grounds for being driven to insanity. He would be forced to remember that he has no escape from this realm, without anybody else being subjected to even a hint of an idea of this curse's true existence.
Well. Except for one oddity. Maybe.
He didn't even talk to you. It's hard enough to maintain his friendship with the three, honestly. How could he truly bond with people that can't recall a single moment of the countless of deaths that he's experienced in front of them? People that would replace him if his absence was extended?
Attachment doesn't exist for him. Its' been proven time and time again that he is disposable. Why should he treat anybody else differently?
—
He woke up that dark morning with sticky sweat binding his worn parka to his body. His hands clutched at the threadbare bedsheet, as his eyes widened at the blurry ceiling.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck- fuck. I'm… I'm back."
At the realization of his return from another death, one that would be forgotten by the whole town, he felt the heavy desire to spend the day in his bed and to recover. His body showed no signs of visible signs of injury, just the typical soreness from sleeping on a mattress as flat as a pancake. But his head felt like shit.
He forced himself to sit up, the sensation of gravity making it significantly worse. A few birds chirped as he clutched his head, taking deep breaths. He looked around his room, confirming his surroundings.
—
The hallway lights were as annoyingly bright as ever. His friends were arguing about something stupid. He'd normally laugh at their ridiculousness if he wasn't babysitting a headache. His steps slowed, letting their voices slowly fade. His cloudy eyes shut tight as he kept walking, trying to focus on his footsteps over the consistent migrane.
A quiet voice chimed in next to him, as if attempting consideration towards his current state of pain. "Hey dude, you alright?"
Kenny placed his gloved hands on the top of his permanent hood, opening his eyes slightly to identify the speaker. Stan had joined him in being a few steps behind the argumentative duo, glancing at him with slight concern and curiosity.
"Mhm." he looked away, uninterested in trying to elaborate.
"Shut up Stan, Kinny's just havin' another one of his moods!"
"No, YOU shut up, fatass! Stop being an asshole!" Kyle snapped his head to Kenny, "Ignore him, you're fine."
"Yeah, we all have days we're tired."
"What, are we gonna start holding hands and holding therapy sessions for Kinny? His poor ass wouldn't even be able to afford that!"
"SHUT UP FATASS."
"Stop being an asshole, dude."
The bickering ensued with Stan jumping in, this time over defending Kenny. Kenny held a deep breath and closed his eyes; god his friends sucked at shutting up. It's like they were allergic to silence. Which is tons of fun, usually. But, god; constantly? Their chittering of voices only increased the screeches of fuzzy noise in his head.
A frantic tap on his shoulder sliced through the fog. A tired sigh escaped him, as he slightly turned and stopped walking. If the universe wants to give him an excuse to lag behind his loud ass friends, he wouldn't deny it.
He scanned the person before him, bottom up. Beside him stood someone he's never spoken to before. You were in his class, probably. He tilted his head, waiting for you to speak.
The moment his eyes made contact with you, your whole body jumped: eyes staring at him like you saw God. Or a ghost.
"Damn, what'd I do to you?" he shoved his hands in his pockets, fully facing you now.
Clearly, you had no idea what he said. Hands trembled, as if you didn't know what to do with them. Arms fidgeting, as if you wanted to hug him. What a weirdo.
He was about to turn and re-join the fading shouts of his friends, before you spoke in a shaky voice.
"You're-… here. Wait." your hand tugged at the sleeve of his parka, "Are you okay?"
What the fuck are you talking about now?
He sighed again, turning back to her. He doesn't know why you're bugging him, but it's clear he needs to shut you down. He can barely deal with interacting with his friends right now. His free hand moved to shift the front of his parka.
"Look-"
"Um-" your voice squeaked, eyes widening as you spoke. Your grip on his sleeve was still shaky, but your stance looked more resolute. "Hey- I'm happy you're here. I don't know how you're here today, but—" your mouth shut closed as you just stared at him. You looked like a dumb fish.
"Ey, where the fuck did Kinny go? KINNYYY!!"
That seemed to snap you out of it. Your face flushed in embarrassment as his silence sat, his hand letting go of the front of his parka. You sheepishly dug your hand in your left pocket, then your right, looking for something. Fingers clumsily reaching for a thin stick, hiding in the crevices of warm, sturdy, cloth.
"Here! Take this. I hope today treats you better than yesterday." Your grip held his wrist and spun it to be palm open, then placed a loosely-wrapped lollipop into his hand. As soon as the plastic wrapping touched his skin, you released your hold and backed up, clearly not wanting to stick around for Cartman's presence. "Okay, see you around, bye!!"
The lollipop was orange flavored. It was one of those lollipops that only nerds got after raising their hand and answering correctly. Kyle had a ton of these. Kenny probably had the second least out of the group; not without effort. He stared at it, feeling more confusion than gratitude. What was that about?
"Gawd Kinny, I can't believe you left me with the wannabe gay couple!" Cartman crossed his arms and rolled his eyes as he came back to grab Kenny, now alone. His multi-colored eyes snapped to the lollipop in Kenny's hand. "Ey when the hell did you get that? You're stupid as heck. Did yew steal it??"
Kenny's fingers curled around it as he shoved it in his pocket. He shifted his expression of focus to an easy smile, glancing at Cartman. "Nah. I'm not as desperate as you, fatass."
His mouth widened, staring at Kenny with shock and pure betrayal. "Ach! I came all the way here to get you, and you're talking shit? Fack yew Kinny! Last time I try bein' naice! Gosh!"
thank you beta readers @koemiexists + @skeletaldino + @welpydonut + @shadowbuoyy + @pdawg7423 :) your support means a lot
