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New Indie Scott Malkinson rp blog!

Semi-Selective and Oc Friendly!

Penned by Chi!

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Have a happy Thanksgiving everyone! Eat tons of food!!

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I just watched the South Park Episode Christian Rock Hard and Butters and his ‘fuck you Cartman’ at the end of the episode make me very happy. Not that Token beating the shit out of him didn’t alredy make me happy. You go precious boys give him what he deserves. 

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Her first instinct is to pet it! Juuust pick the animal up, give it a good hug. But then, what’s left of her rationality kicks in; how many times have her dads tell her not to touch the strays? Heck, not even because it can be sick or anything. 

Naah, Cynet is simply not designed for handling animals. Sure, she has best of intentions but her tendency to get over excited usually leads to troublesome situations.

In a way, the blonde is relieved when the (supposed) owner turns up; a boy her age, with dark hair and a meek (in her opinion) voice.

“Eh? Sorry for what? Ain’t nothing bad happening right now! Quite the opposite~!” her voice loud, some would say obnoxious. Cyn doesn’t seem to be upset in the slightest, delighted expression on her face  “Aww, just loooook at that kitty, what a cute fluffy babuu~” It takes her some time to focus her attention on the brunet, but finally she does, shifting her baby blues in his direction.

“Is it your cat? What’s its name?? What’s YOUR name??? I’m Cynet, nice to meet you!!!” Already, the blonde is bouncing up and down on her heels; and he hasn’t even answered her questions!

          ‘Nothing bad happening,’ well she was right nothing was happening and it didn’t look like she was doing much either besides holding the little thing so he didn’t try to snatch her from the girl. Still, he’s reeling from the questions she just shot at him in such rapid succession. He’s not quite ever had to deal with someone this... loud? No Cartman could be loud, um, hyper? Yeah, that could work. He blinks and opens his mouth to say something, but hesitates to sort the questions back out in his head.

“She’s a stray,” he replies, “but she’s a kitten without a collar so I was gonna hold onto her if anyone started putting out signs looking for her. 

          That was the plan, but if no one came looking for her then he wouldn’t know what to do with her. He couldn’t keep her back home since he had no clue how his parents would deal with that if he just dragged her in without talking it through with the first. Even then his house was no place for something so small and he’d hate to keep her locked in his room all the time. He’d just have to think about it later.

“She doesn’t have a name,” not yet he wants to say, but she isn’t his, “ah, um, my name is Finnian Macrae, you can call me Finn since Finnian’s a mouthful to say.”

He’s still taken aback by her, how can she be so loud and friendly to someone she doesn’t know? Doesn’t she know how dangerous that is? 

“It's nice to meet you too Cynet” and before he forgets, “have you ever seen this cat before? If she has an owner I’d like to return her as soon as I can.”

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‘ i’m so cold & i can’t stop shaking. i am not who you think i am. ’ ~ Timmy //Hello I am here to start us off with some angsty shit(tm)

          Finn… Relates to this, to ‘I’m not who you think I am’ he hides things from others and doesn’t consider ever sharing these well kept secrets with anyone, but this is not about him. He can’t fathom Timmy hiding something deeper and darker beneath what he sees. Finn has always thought Timmy was a good person by South Park’s standards and no less. So the thought bothers him on a deep level that he can’t express, still if he wants to talk about it Finn will listen though he doesn’t think he’ll be much help for what’s bothering him. He shrugs off his jacket and holds it out as an offer to Timmy.

“I-I think I can fix one of those problems, if you want it” he need it more than Finn anyways, its not that cold he can live without his jacket for a while, “I don’t, I don’t understand? What do you mean you’re not who I think you are?”

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ukulelesolosandfoiledplans:

[ He still can tell it won’t be enough, and his stomach squeezes into a knot because he just knows the other will probably ponder over what the sweet boy in the wheelchair was thinking. ]

’ I mean, I just feel bad… this is obviously a heavy duty jacket, and it’s snowing, so it’s obviously cold. ’

[ Observant, he looks down and fiddles with the zipper. His legs are covered with that blanket from the superhero game they used to play, and with this added factor of a jacket he looks rather cozy. ]

’ No… Jimmy’s place is all noisey, our best bet is Tweek Bros. ’

[ Never his house either. Not like there was anything really bad about it, but it was so… poor. The place was small, in all honestly, and his room was bare at this point. All of it was at Jimmy’s house. ]

“You couldn’t have just let me pretend it was okay?”

          It doesn’t bother him, not really since Timmy was right it was very cold outside and his Dad would kill him if he got sick or something and was forced to stay home from school. Still, he’d have given up his jacket in the middle of a blizzard if someone had needed it. It's just the kind of person he was and he knew he could get along just fine without it as long as they didn’t spend too long outside in the snow. Hypothermia wouldn’t set in until much later, or at least that’s what he’s telling himself.

“Tweek Bros it is then” sweets it is then and maybe some coffee anyways to take the edge off the chill, “the coffee would be better than nothing anyways.”

          Does Timmy even like coffee? Spend so much time away from people and you tend to lose track of things he guesses. Even if he didn’t there wasn’t a rule saying they had to get coffee anyways, food would be enough. 

“I mean if you don’t like coffee then we can just--” okay maybe captain obvious should find something else to talk about, “you can, uh, just hold onto that jacket for now, I think I can survive the trip there. Shall we?”

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Alright new theme is up! I’m still working so some pages aren’t done, but I’m going to be reworking a lot of my tags too soon, but don’t worry you can still find things like threads under the same tag that is charactername001! The changes being made right now are purely aesthetic ones.

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Guess who

just found

icons for Finn as a kid, adult, and a girl Its this girl!

Okay but in all seriousness, this blog is gonna be going through some minor changes just a blog overhaul and fix, and maybe me re-writing up the verses and the info for Finn. As well as editing the new icons. Nothing will really change about Finn I just want to change the aesthetics

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I’ll be doing replies sometime tomorrow, I’m not feeling too good. I may also have a Bebe sideblog up?? Idk I’m still thinking about it. May revamp this theme too while I’m at it.

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I WOULD DIE FOR PIP PIRRUP

I WOULD DIE FOR KAREN MCCORMICK

I WOULD DIE FOR SCOTT MALKINSON

I WOULD DIE FOR CLYDE DONOVAN

I WOULD DIE FOR JIMMY VULMAR

I WOULD DIE FOR SHELLY MARSH

I WOULD DIE FOR HEIDI TURNER

I WOULD DIE FOR BRADLEY (BOTH OF THEM!!)

I WOULD DIE FOR TIMMY BURCH

GOOD NIGHT TO YOU SIR

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wvnderweather replied to your post “When u see other new kids that are so much better than yours.”

no shhhhhh Finn is great!

Thank you, I’m glad you like him I just am v hyper critical of everything I do ahhhh

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“Is... everyone okay?”

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When u see other new kids that are so much better than yours.

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‘ i’m so cold & i can’t stop shaking. i am not who you think i am. ’ ~ Timmy //Hello I am here to start us off with some angsty shit(tm)

          Finn… Relates to this, to ‘I’m not who you think I am’ he hides things from others and doesn’t consider ever sharing these well kept secrets with anyone, but this is not about him. He can’t fathom Timmy hiding something deeper and darker beneath what he sees. Finn has always thought Timmy was a good person by South Park’s standards and no less. So the thought bothers him on a deep level that he can’t express, still if he wants to talk about it Finn will listen though he doesn’t think he’ll be much help for what’s bothering him. He shrugs off his jacket and holds it out as an offer to Timmy.

“I-I think I can fix one of those problems, if you want it” he need it more than Finn anyways, its not that cold he can live without his jacket for a while, “I don’t, I don’t understand? What do you mean you’re not who I think you are?”

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ukulelesolosandfoiledplans:

[ He likes to give thanks, because he’d feel bad otherwise. It’s because of his natural personality– his fear of not wanting to displease– makes him soft and vulnerable to the natural order of this town. Of destruction to uneasy peace back to destruction. But he keeps his kindness close, and will always hand out a gentle thank you in pen for another.

It’s also his reasoning for his quick dismissal even though he was the one who said it– because he knows it isn’t important to himself. But he feels just a bit bad with how he can just tell the other isn’t satisfied with his response. ]

’ Yes. Sorry. Didn’t mean to worry. ’

[ There’s a gentle yawn, before he blinks and nods to what Finn says. The reason he doesn’t want to tell is… well…? It’s dark. Death has engraved it’s initials into his mind with two presences. He can’t handle telling it– probably could only tell to a lover or close friend. But he doesn’t really have either, only strangers who smile and ask about him as if they care. ]

’ Do you want to go to my house? Or to Tweek Bros? I feel… bad holding onto your jacket like this. ’

“Its alright.” Its not, but he’s going to let it be.

          He won’t push anymore, his offer is out there and he’s said what he needed to. Finn will just smile as assurance that everything is going to be fine and that he won’t worry about later. He will. It might be later when night has fallen and his parents are giving into their temptations again, then it might come creeping back out of the depths of his mind to keep him up at night. Timmy didn’t need to know that though, so the topic is dropped.

“We can go to Tweek Bros. if it really bothers you” he shrugs, “I don’t mind not having my jacket its not that cold.” Its freezing.

          He doesn’t like the coffee at the Tweek’s not since he knows what’s actually in the coffee, but their pastries are pretty bomb. Plus he thinks going to Timmy’s just wouldn’t feel right since he can’t remember a time that just the two of them have hung out alone. He just didn’t want to make things really awkward.

“I mean if really bad coffee and sweet things aren’t your thing, we can head to your place.”

          Never his, never never his. He’s sorry Timmy, but you’ll probably never see the inside of his house if he can help it.

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          Finn keeps a pocket knife on him at all times, it was something he nicked from a store in a fit of rebelliousness. The knife is still really sharp and hardly ever used since he only keeps it for when he needs a ‘do over’. He’s still not sure if the owner of the store knows he took it or not, but he’s never been called out for it.

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How do you South Park kids pick out fcs for the older kids, I can’t do this.. pls share ur witchcraft

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I wonder if I should make a verse for Finn about being on the run from the Government. Would anyone even be into that on the run life style or be someone trying to turn him? I think it’d be kind of fun.

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‘ i’m so cold & i can’t stop shaking. i am not who you think i am. ’ ~ Timmy //Hello I am here to start us off with some angsty shit(tm)

          Finn… Relates to this, to ‘I’m not who you think I am’ he hides things from others and doesn’t consider ever sharing these well kept secrets with anyone, but this is not about him. He can’t fathom Timmy hiding something deeper and darker beneath what he sees. Finn has always thought Timmy was a good person by South Park’s standards and no less. So the thought bothers him on a deep level that he can’t express, still if he wants to talk about it Finn will listen though he doesn’t think he’ll be much help for what’s bothering him. He shrugs off his jacket and holds it out as an offer to Timmy.

“I-I think I can fix one of those problems, if you want it” he need it more than Finn anyways, its not that cold he can live without his jacket for a while, “I don’t, I don’t understand? What do you mean you’re not who I think you are?”

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[ Glazed eyes look up at him before he writes down, slow and unsteady, what he thinks to that. ]

‘ Thank you… ‘

[ He’s always shaky, no doubt, but the cold unforgiving months of winter make him paranoid. The doctors always talked about how people with disabilities tended to have horrible times with winter– how paraplegics had dying from diseases caused from the cold whipping air because of their immune system. There isn’t a doubt in his mind it isn’t true on some level, but it’s not important. 

The jacket isn’t a perfect fit, of course, because now– only being… what, 5 feet at the moment? 90 pounds? He’s skinny and the jacket probably suffocates him when he leans forward to undo his seat belt for a moment to wrap the damn thing around him. ]

‘ It’s nothing… forget I wrote anything. ‘

[ There’s not much left to put. He’s tired and maybe? Maybe it’s a shock to see the usually loud Timmy (who was put off as just a complete joke by his classmates) quiet. Maybe it isn’t. Maybe the surprise lies in the way his eyes look tired with a dull blue. ]

          Finn doesn’t need the thanks, it wasn’t like he needed it just to be kind to someone else. Okay maybe he does with some people because of how much of a pain in the ass they are, but this neither the time nor the person to be haggling for a simple thank you. Silence between them doesn’t feel natural even though he wasn’t much of a talked to begin with. He’s a little worried, but doesn’t know if its his place to pry into Timmy’s problems, whatever they may be. He crinkles his nose at the next message because he doesn’t like being told to forget. Forgetting doesn’t make anything better, it just leaves a heavy sinking feeling in his gut and he doesn’t like it. 

“Are you,” he looks at the message one more time as to reaffirm what it said, “sure?”

          He doesn’t want to push or pry, but he won’t deny Timmy an outlet even if he doesn’t want to share. He just wants him to know he can say, er, write whatever he needs to get out and that Finn won’t leave him hanging or anything.

“If you do need any help, I don’t talk much so I’m a good listener,” Finn winces, “reader too, I swear I can read just fine. I might not have been the most reliable before but I’ll keep whatever it is a secret if that’s what you want?”

          What’s one more secret to keep anyways?