Not responsible for Craig Tucker or Clyde Donovan.

[ Indie; Semi-Selective Token Black from South Park, Mun is 20+, They/Them pronouns. Please read the rules and about page before Following. ]

[token8lack-blog]

Hey guys! I’m moving blogs! token8lack >>> tuppervvare

[mcnuggyy]

hey,, uh, you got something,, on ur face there,, let me get that for ya…

[token8lack-blog]

AHH, ahh, AH, I CRY EVERYTIME

[lilymaverick-blog]

I am more than what I seem 

New South Park Indie Roleplay Blog for Leopold ‘Butters’ Stotch!

Rules 

[token8lack-blog]

    (( These long paragraph threads are my favorite thing, and yet I feel so intimidated by them... I know I shouldn’t but... I’m worried that I mess up in them and what I put doesn’t make sense or is just repetitive... Thats kind of why I haven’t posted as frequently... ))

       [[ Edit add: I’ll be trying to do more soon, I really am sorry that I’ve been so fucking behind. I tried to keep to less then 8 drafts before going to bed and now I have 10 + Ask and I’m honestly feeling like I’m letting my friends on here down ]]

[token8lack-blog]

quirk-magnet:

“Your house is too fancy to just walk into man! I feel like a dirty bum just walking in here sometimes.” Though Clyde’s voice was mostly muffled by his too long scarf. It was something that his mom had knitted before she died and even though it was shitty and almost double his height if you stretched it out he couldn’t really bear to get rid of the stupid thing. He toed off his sneakers as he was isntructed and then started peeling off his layers. 

Clyde watched his friend head for the kitchen but he veered off toward the living area, where he stuck his hands into his pockets for fear of disrupting any of the nice art or pretty little decorations that the Blacks had set in the area. He was always a little fascinated with Token’s life as a rich kid, it was like knowing a celebrity, but unlike Craig who could at times take advantage of the situation for free food and stuff it more intimidated Clyde. 

His dad owned a shoe store, Token had a mansion. It boggled his mind. But he liked Token because he was a good guy, not because he had stuff. He liked that the other was protective of him, it made him feel safe. 

The call from the kitchen jarred him from his thoughts and he trotted toward the smell of pizza. “No problem dude! I’m always happy to come over and hang.” 

      Grinning as he heard foot steps coming closer to the room he was in he waited till the brunette passed around the corner before speaking. “I know you guys don’t mind coming over, but I also know it can be a little strange having to come over to something so... Fancy, especially for you dirty bums.” His grin turned a little childish and more akin to a teasing smirk. “Again, I appreciate it. This big house gets pretty lonely when it’s just you, so it’s nice to have guest.”

     Shifting to the stove he started to a kettle to start warming up some water before returning to the island and moving everything off the pizza box and opening it, waiting till the brunette got a good look at it and took a slice for himself before grabbing one and casually taking a bite. Thankfully it was still slightly warm. Leaning on the counter he looked the boy over for a moment. “So,” he started after he finished his previous bite. “you been thinking about anyone lately? Seems like you always are.”

[token8lack-blog]

"Drunk I am not"

Not a drunk, just an indulging. | Accepting

    Token smiled at the comment that seemed like a protest to the looks the blond was getting from him, slipping the bottle he had been drinking from between his legs and leaning closer to Tweek. “You know, I want to believe you. But let’s be real, we both drank a bit to much for us not to be at least tipsy you know?” Sitting straight again he decided to reach and take another drink from his bottle and rest his head against the back of the couch. “Though if you feel like you can still drink I won’t stop you, but you’re staying over tonight.”

[shoestoreheir]

@token8lack - It’s Been A Long Day. 

– 

Everyone knew Clyde was a crybaby, no matter how much he tried to deny it. He had cried during at least the last 20 movies he had seen, he would tear up if he saw a cute animal, and if you said something mean to him he would try to act tough and then cry as soon as you turned your back. 

What was dangerous wasn’t Clyde crying. It was when he wasn’t crying. 

He pulled his car into Token’s driveway, waving at the security guard as he did. He tried to smile, he really did, but when Clyde forced a smile it was so radically different from his normal smile that anyone could spot it. He climbed out of his car and walked up to Token’s front door, ringing the doorbell and then knocking a little as well before shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket. 

He looked tired and off. He just didn’t look like himself. 

[token8lack-blog]

    Token was thinking that his friend was just in one of those moods when he got the text asking if he could come over, not really taking to much time to think about what might actually be wrong at the moment. He didn’t want to think of the worst case scenario and have it be something completely different and worry over nothing at all, though with the knocking and the door bell being rung he didn’t really have to think about it long.

        Making his way to the front door and opening it he took a quick glance at his friend expecting at least the smallest of smiles, or even the tiniest of glows the other male would usually give off even when he was upset. But nothing was there. “Clyde-” Stopping himself he stepped to the side and waved the other in. “What happened?” Token hated this look from Clyde, like a polar opposite of who he normally was and it hurt to look at. 

[token8lack-blog]

(wandering-immortal this is late but I couldn't resist.) Karen: "Token, Token lean down a little. I have something to tell you. Chu!~"

So… Cute. | Accepting

    Token smiled and leaned down a little so the girl could reach his face, fully expecting some cute secret but only got a small peck against his cheek. His cheeks warmed up a little as he contemplated what the meaning was, though he hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was. He stood up fully before bowing again, as a noble would in olden days. “I have received a blessing from the Queen? I am honored this day.” 

[token8lack-blog]

❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞

Not a drunk, just an indulging. | Accepting

         “Stan I don’t think the Mario Universe has laws against drunk driving considering they all do shrooms to go faster.” Blinking at what ever container the Marsh boy had before looking back at him. “I think you’ve had enough though, since you’re asking that sort of question.”

[token8lack-blog]

❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞

Not a drunk, just an indulging. | Accepting

     “Just some bottle I found in my dad’s study.” He looked at the bottle, his cheeks were already red from how much he had drank of the decently sized bottle. In reality he didn’t remember inviting Clyde over, yet he he was. Token leaned his head against the back of the couch and extended the fourth of the bottle that remained. “I’m pretty sure it’s Bourbon… Or Scotch. I really don’t care at this point.”

[token8lack-blog]

Would you let Kenny just go to town on you? Absolutely ravish you ya know? (Either Wandering-Immortals or Deadtastic's)

[token8lack-blog]

"chu" ~ Timmy

      It took a moment for Token to register what had happened, he heard the chair roll over to him for sure, but he didn’t pay attention to the other getting up and using the arm of the couch to help hold himself up and place a kiss against Token’s cheek. His cheeks warming up a little as he turned to greet him, he even considered pulling him into his lap because it made him worry to see Timmy stand for too long. But he was going to trust him, for now.

            “You’re such a charmer dude, does everyone get kisses like this or am I special?”

[token8lack-blog]

wandering-immortal:

“Eh you can just grab the outfit and wait to change at our house. And you don’t have to pay for the snacks Token, I do have a little bit of money on me. Please don’t ask how I got it, cause you do NOT want to know.” Kenny leaves it at that as he adjusts his wig. “But Karen’s been wanting me to invite you back over for a while now.”

        “Do me a favor Kenny, keep the money for yourself and Karen for another day. Let me buy the snacks please, I insist.” Stepping to the side he waved Kenny into his house. “Let me go find the outfit real fast, make yourself at home. Oh-” Pointing down at Kenny’s shoes he smiled. “But those can’t get past the door way, rule of house.” Shifting on his feet to keep an eye on Kenny for a moment before jogging his way over to the stairs and making his way up.

[token8lack-blog]

“chu”

So… Cute. | Accepting

     Craig was one of the last people he expected to give kisses, regardless of them being on the cheek or not. It wasn’t like he disliked it or felt wrong about it, he was more confused then anything. Bringing the back of his hand up to his cheek to kind of wipe at the spot like a child would a kiss from their parent he smiled. “Dude, gross that’s so gay.” He elongated the ‘so’ just to sell his joke, though it was still pretty lame.

[token8lack-blog]

wandering-immortal:

“It’s all up to you dude, maybe you can find your old larping outfit like I did. I know Kare-Bear is pretty gung-ho about making you your own crown herself. I’m just trying to scrounge up some food so she can have one damn good tea party…..Between you and me, I’m still the fairest maiden right?”

        “Oh-” His cheeks heated up a little at the question before offering a shrug. “Yeah, you’re still the fairest maiden for sure. Err, I’ll stop by the store for some teas and easy snacks, don’t worry about it. It’ll be a bit weird walking down town in my old outfit, but I’ll do it.”

[rpmemestbh]

Drinking starters

as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)

CONCERN.

❝How much have you had to drink?❞

❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞  

❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞

❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞

❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞

❝I thought you said you were clean!❞

❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞

❝Let me drive you home.❞

❝You are NOT driving like this!❞

❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞

❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞

DRUNK.

❝Is this real life?❞ 

❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞

❝How do you show fish affection?❞

❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞

❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞

❝Drunk I am not.❞

-glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞

❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞ 

❝I’m not even tired.❞

❝I should call my ex.❞

❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞

❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞

-hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞

❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞

ANGST.

❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞

❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞

❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞ 

❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞

❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞

❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞

❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞

❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞

❝You’re the reason I drink so much.❞

❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞

FLUFF/FUN.

❝You’re cute, you know that?❞ 

❝You wanna get wasted?❞

❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞

❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞

❝I’m having a party for two.❞

❝You’re so hot.❞

❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞

❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞

*kisses on forehead*

*kisses on cheek*

*kisses on lips*

[wandering-immortal]

@token8lack

“Hey Token, Karen wanted me to ask if you wanted to attend her tea party today. It’s cool if you don’t wanna, I’ll just tell her something came up with ya’.”

[token8lack-blog]

       “I’ll go dude, don’t even worry about it. Do you want me to bring anything? Wear anything in particular?”