Coffee Addict

Indie & Selective & Private Canon Divergent Tweek Tweak Roleplay Account. | Please read Rules & Muse before interaction

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tweekiing:

“O-Oh gosh Craig you can’t do that! If you do that we’ll all die and if i-i’m dead how will i be able to make coffee or bake cupcakes?! Ngh! I can’t do that k-kind of stuff as a ghost, it’d be way too much pressure!”

  Craig snorted, putting a hand on Tweak’s head as if that would stop his movement.    “If we’re dead you don’t have to do anything cause you’re dead. Besides, who says the meteor is gonna be big enough to kill us? What if its big enough to only kill one person liiiiike…”

 “Like that bitch teacher of mine who gave me a C because I ‘didnt indent far enough’”

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Tweek represses the urge to flinch away from the hand resting atop of his messy hair and instead continues to rock nervously on the balls of his feet. “Ngh...I guess so...she was a bit-bitch from hell.”

Tweek does remember the teacher he’s talking about, and he can recall the lengthy text that Craig sent him literally minutes after he received the grade. The thought almost brings a smile to his lips, but it’s all replaced when another though suddenly flashes through his head. “B-but wait! What if it hits me instead of t-the teacher?!”

[brucebannerramma]

If you are a ship whore and you know it click reblog.

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   “As an Astronomer, I’ll be able to direct the next meteor to strike Colorado.           Thems the rules, sorry can’t fix that.” 

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“O-Oh gosh Craig you can’t do that! If you do that we’ll all die and if i-i’m dead how will i be able to make coffee or bake cupcakes?! Ngh! I can’t do that k-kind of stuff as a ghost, it’d be way too much pressure!”

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since i saw a few other people give out their discords i guess i will too!! Mutuals only please,, shoot me an IM on here telling me who you are before sending me a request!

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psa

can you please send me a message if you’re dropping threads? I swear I won’t get mad with you, I would just like to know if i’m not getting a reply so I can go ahead and take the thread off of my list. Thank you!

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So this is Panda’s Heidi Turner! Woo-hoo! Honestly her account is a little triggery so I wouldn’t suggest interaction if you’re too sensitive to certain subject matters.

Like and/or reblog if you’d like to interact with a Heidi Turner!

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So this is Panda’s rendition of Clyde Donovan! He’s a happy sunshine child that just wants everyone else to be happy, too! 

Like and/or reblog if you’d like to interact with a positive Clyde Donovan Roleplay account!

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@deadtastic

The air is crisp and cool, which isn’t particularly unusual for South Park. It’s always snowing, even in the more warmer seasons. Still, today’s air carries are particular biting sting to it, something akin to a thousand bees pricking at any exposed skin.

To say the least, the weather was bloody awful. Nobody should ever be out in such horrid conditions, but here Tweek was trudging through multiple layers of snow in order to get to South Park’s only dollar general at one am on a school night.

It was for a good reason too! They’d run out of coffee again, and there was no way in hell Tweek was going a night without his beloved caffeine. Even after getting over his meth addiction he never seemed to rid himself of this awful coffee craving. Sometimes it didn’t really seem natural for him to be obsessed with something so bitter tasting, but then again by this point he could care less.

A flash of orange catches his eyes and he squints forward, attempting to see what that possibly could have been. Tweek was most likely seeing things again, so against his protesting mind he continues to trudge forward. The best way to deal with his crippling anxiety was to just pretend it wasn’t there, as unhealthy as it was to say so.

However, Tweek takes a moment to pause when he see’s the sickeningly bright color again, fear starting to claw it’s way into his stomach.

“H-hello? Who the f-fuck is out th-there?”

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@stanbabex

The bad thing about starting a new school year is the inescapable schedule change. It was going to happen whether you liked it or not, and nine out of ten times it was usually a shitty change. This time around Tweek is forced to spend lunch alone, his boyfriend and their usual group separated into a different lunch block. 

It’s fine, because it’s not the first time it’s happened. He sits alone just like every other time and all is good. The time usually passes by rather quickly anyways, so it’s not like it is completely unbearable. Sitting alone in some abandoned cafeteria corner was his new normal, and nothing really needed to change about that.

So when Tweek is twitching violently in his seat, sipping away at the school’s shit-brew coffee, he doesn’t expect anyone else to just plop right down next to him. It scares the devil out of him and he violently jerk upwards. A bit of coffee sloshes around hazardously but nothing spills.  When no harsh words or brutal hits come flying his way, the tension in Tweek’s shoulders lessen.

Who the fuck was this? 

Tweek timidly glances over at the boy who he’s known since the fourth grade, the fear etched into his face soon replaced with a curious look. Stan Marsh never talks to him, let alone sits next to him at lunch. The days of kids being kids are long over, and Stan being seen with the resident psychopath would be Social suicide. Surely he cared about that, right?

So what in the world was he doing? It must be another bully tactic. It happened more often than you’d think, when some popular dude would pretend to befriend him just for the sake of crushing his spirits later. Although, from what Tweek can remember, Stan wasn’t really a bad person.

Just to see what would happen, Tweek turns away and continues to sip at his coffee, acting as if the other boy wasn’t there at all. It takes about two minutes for the blond to break.

“NGH! W-what do y-you want ma-man?

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So I may or may not be making a Heidi Turner & Clyde Donovan separate accounts because i hate myself because self control?? Never heard of her. But! I will get to this after i post my starters and replies! :D

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*inhales deeply*

PLEASE!CUT!YOUR!REPLIES!SO!THEY!DON’T!FILL!THE!DASHBOARD

Thank you, this has been a psa.

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@deadtastic​ continued from x

Did this punk ass bitch just out-flirt him? How rude! “Ar-are you from Tennessee? Be-because you’re the only t-ten I see.”

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Super Angsty RP Questions

Send my muse one or a few of these questions, all of them super angsty, and they will answer in character. Usual trigger warnings apply, as questions range from inquiries about death to implied suicide to the loss of loved ones, etc.

How do you normally react to tragic events?

Name one person you would give your life to save.

Name one person you would sacrifice to save another’s life.

How would you react if the person you cared for most had died?

If you were gone, how would you want your loved one(s) to move on?

What is the hardest thing (or person) you’ve ever had to lose?

Have you ever had your heart broken?

Are you afraid of heartbreak?

How would you handle a break-up?

 Have you handled one in the past?

Would you say that you’ve ever legitimately hated yourself?

Off the top of your head, describe one of the worst memories of your life.

Have you ever wanted to stop existing?

What is one thing that could happen in your life that would cause you to consider wishing for death?

Do you ever believe you’re being punished for things you’ve done in the past?

What is the most intense physical pain you’ve ever been in?

What is the most intense emotional pain you’ve ever been in?

Name one person you cannot stand to see hurt above all others.

Have you ever witnessed someone you love in great agony?

How do you handle rejection?

Do you believe that bad things happen to good people, and why?

Has anyone ever committed a crime against you?

What is one thing you have witnessed that you wish you couldn’t remember?

Do you think you have any repressed memories or missing chunks from your past?

Have you ever done something that you think you’ll always regret?

Do you think you’ve ever broken someone else’s heart?

Describe how you feel physically when you’re in great emotional distress.

Would you rather watch someone you love die right in front of you, or be spared the vision but never get to say goodbye to them?

Are you afraid to get too close to people?

What do you hate more, lies or secrets? Do you think there’s a difference?

What is the riskiest thing you would do for true love/friendship?

Has anyone you loved ever told you that they didn’t care about you?

If the person you trust most betrayed you, would you be able to forgive them?

Is there anything you avoid because of the negative memories it brings back?

If you had a chance to write a letter to any one person before your death, what would you write and to whom?

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Like this for a lengthy, thought out starter because f u ck greeters

Mutuals only please! If you’d like this to be shippy send me an IM~

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@ukulelesolosandfoiledplans 

Jimmy

Tweek stares at the drawing he’s been working on for the past five minutes, a frown quickly forming on his face. This most certainly did not look like a cat. Perhaps it was a deformed rabbit just trying to live it’s life without anyone's stupid judgement. 

Actually, Tweek likes that idea a lot. The deformed rabbit shall be named...He takes a quick glance around the room, green orbs landing on Jimmy. Well, it wasn’t that far fetched...Jimmy Jr it was. He has to suppress the urge to giggle happily to himself as he writing the rabbit’s new name right below it, completely ignoring what the teacher is yapping about in the front of the room.

He was totally going to show Jimmy his new creation, and he waited eagerly for the bell to ring, signifying the start of second block lunch. When it finally does, the teenager doesn’t even give Jimmy a chance to move from his desk before he slaps down the drawing in front of him. 

“Th-this is Jimmy Jr! He’s l-like your rabbit son now so y-you totally -NGH!- ha-have to pay child support.”

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@bxring-and-blxnd

Tweek sucks in a shaky breath of air, holding it for a few seconds before releasing, attempting to hold back the furious tears that threaten to fall from his eyes. Today has been a bad day, but there’s no reason to revert back to this. Tweek had worked so hard to rid himself of this nasty habit, and the fact that he almost fell back into it scares him. 

“Ngh...” He whimpers pitifully, slamming his head against the cabinet of his small bathroom sink and resting there for a long moment. The only sound that echoes in the room is sporadic dripping of water falling from the shower head but it’s like static screaming loudly in his head, bouncing off of his skull over and over again. 

He needs to hurt. Needs it more than anything else in this world right now.  But he can’t! Craig said he was making so much progress, and who is he to disappoint the normally stoic boy? ...Then again, he really is a nobody. Surely Craig wouldn’t care if he did it again, just one more time? He had the situation under control this time. As long as he didn’t go overboard, it should all be okay.

With a grunt, Tweek shifts until his bare knees dig into the hard tile of the bathroom floor. This is wrong, it repeats in his head as he reaches over the sink to grab his most shamed possession. Once his hand gets a hold of the razor that he’s spent countless hours with a calm resolve spreads through him. He’s going to do this whether Craig likes it or not. 

Tweek pulls up the sleeves to his raggedy collared shirt and inhales deeply as he brings the cool metal down.

The first thing the registers in his mind is how much it stings, and how it sends all these little tingles through his body. It feels so good, and for once his head is completely blank. No intrusive thought, no panic, just nothing. It stays like this until he opens his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them in the first place, to see the blood seeping from the wound. Bloody trails of crimson liquid drip down into the sink, staining the white porcelain a delicate pink and he nearly screeches.

Holy shit, what did he just do?! 

A panicked cry releases from his lips as he looks around frantically for his phone. He spots it on the floor next to the toilet and dives at it, hurriedly opening it up and calling Craig’s number. One the other picks up, his mouth doesn’t stop.

“C-craig! I’m sorry i’m so s-NGH!-sorry! I didn’t me-mean to i-it just sort of happened so fast a-and now it won’t stop ble-AARGH!-bleeding and I don’t know what to do!”

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Like this for a lengthy, thought out starter because f u ck greeters

Mutuals only please! If you’d like this to be shippy send me an IM~