The ideal book is 500 blank pages which act as a safe space that allows the reader full control over the narrative without running the risk of nonconsentually forcing their train of thought or violating their cognitive boundaries
This is appalling. Ignoring the "worldbuilding is fascism" because that's too stupid to address, why are people afraid of sadness and things that make them sad?
I LOVE LOVE LOVE your staig fanfics and I think you successfully turned me into a stanman fan as well... Just wanna say that I love your work so much!!! Keep doing what you love!!!
do you have any future fanfic ideas you're willing to share :D?
Thank you so much that means a lot to me! 🥹
I'm trying to finish my stanman fanfiction at the moment, but I have another Staig one in drafts I've been slowly working on on the side over the years that's a band au. Unfortunately I have no time to myself these days as I just had another baby but hopefully when I get out of the newborn stage I'll find more time!
Thank you again for the kind words! They're very motivating to me 🫶
I drew Cartman falling asleep on Kenny so now I'm drawing him asleep on Stan. Cartman has always been softer with Stan so I'm sure Stan would have no problem cuddling like that. Also, it's just damn cute.
hey there. i like your art. you should draw stanman.
they're playing fortnite
i don't ship stanman but i love their dynamic a lot, they need more episodes together fr (like.. just them. obviously stan and cartman are in most episodes LOL)
Going back to my roots because I woke up suddenly with STANMAN vibes restored 10000% to my brain and soul. I've been out of the fanfic space for a while now, but I'm hoping to inch my way back in sometime maybe 🐛 For now, here's a quick gushy romantic Stanman drabble because no matter how far I stray, I always wander back to them 🙈 Their dynamic is just the best.
This is suggestive and intended for 18+, but definitely nothing explicit. (This is a drabble in which they're already together, and Eric is head over heels and sappy for Stan in private). Both characters are in their twenties.
Stan was a beacon of light on top of Eric, the midevening sun’s dandelion-yellow beams falling aslant off the curve of his neck and shoulders. Though his face was partially shadowed, his eyes still managed to catch a stray line of gold whenever he tossed his head back and laughed.
Eric had seen a colour like Stan’s warmth-saturated eyes only once before—long ago, when he'd seen the sun strike coins at the bottom of a fountain at just the right angle to render the water lustrous and translucent, with only the faintest hint of blue shimmering out from beneath the amber light.
“You’re staring,” commented Stan, his laughter from whatever Eric had said before melting into something more disconcerted and self-conscious. His chin sunk, spurring several long strands of dark hair to fall across his cheeks and eyelashes.
“It’s hard not to,” admitted Eric. Not just anyone got to lie in the soft grasses with someone as gorgeous as Stan Marsh straddling his waist, so he considered himself not only lucky, but sanctified.
Just yesterday, he’d been frustrated at the idea of a hike. Hours upon hours of walking, mosquito bites, and itchy grass against his socks weren’t exactly his idea of a happy Saturday. In his dread over discomfort, he’d almost forgotten how much he was willing to sacrifice for a moment like this.
As soon as they’d reached their destination today, Stan had pounced on him with the same agility and focus of the mountain lions probably stalking these woods somewhere. Eric didn’t even mind that they were both sweaty and tired anymore. Out here in the exposed face of the Earth’s barest elements, Stan was like any other woodland beast, ravenous and wild.
Normally they were patient while preparing, but this time Stan hadn’t wasted much time and effort in dropping his shorts and sinking himself onto Eric.
I guess you really haven’t been alive until you’ve listened to your lover’s moans mingle with the birdsongs, Eric told himself while he watched Stan, beautiful and gasping, rock above him. He wouldn’t say those words out loud, though. Too sappy.
“You’re beautiful,” he was willing to share instead, caressing Stan’s hips with his thumbs. Then he lifted a hand to where he’d tucked a small blueish-purple flower behind Stan’s ear earlier. Somehow, it had managed to stay in place throughout their lovemaking. Another miracle. “And sweet,” he added onto the compliment. “No wonder you’re such a problem for me. You know I’ve always been addicted to sweets.” He smiled.
“You're so different when we're alone. You always say such . . .” Stan started. His cheeks lit up pink, a sudden shy fire behind them. His sentence remained unfinished as he dipped low to kiss Eric, the bottomless light filling every crevice between their bodies so they appeared glued together with honey.
“Again, please,” he implored quietly, but no matter how gently he spoke, Eric would never miss a request like that. They'd been finished for a while, simply enjoying the presence of each other's soft and tired bodies. Now, Eric pulled Stan closer once more, embracing all of his heat joined with the sun rays imprinted into his skin.
I'm finally moving into my new house this weekend and my newest baby boy will be here in 2 more months 🙌
I've been extremely busy (and exhausted) but pretty soon I'll be able to focus more on my fanfiction. I'm so sorry about not posting consistently for so long 🙏
shane drawing i did a while ago but never posted cuz i was embarrassed lol figured i might as well post tho cuz i might not have too much to post for a while as school is starting back up for me and i have a really.. busy schedule ahead of me.. i may start posting some oc stuff if i make enough of it for classes though. or figure stuff
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