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Craig is gonna protect his coffee bf at all costs uwu

 if im on the phone i will not get behind the desk of an oval office

if im on the phone i will not get behind the desk of an oval office


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Littl bit of self promoting…

Wanted to let yall know that I have an art account on tumblr, @macektches where I post drawings and uh art. Mostly South Park stuff, rn but I want to warm up to the society fandom again by drawing the characters that people suggest, so go, give me some suggestions and I will, in fact, draw them ;)

Some examples of my current style, thanks for reading

you’re the only place awake for miles

byalright_alright

Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak

Craig Tucker/Thomas (Le Petit Tourette) - past

Summary: Craig’s not gonna think about him, he’s totally not. He just wants his sweatshirt back.

Read the drabble at this link!

Note: The author of this piece reached out to me because they did not have a tumblr account to post this on, so I am posting on their behalf.

It makes me sad that we spend much of this work feeling Craig’s heartbreak, but there’s also a sense within it of going through all the stages of his emotions that I really love. I liked having Tweek there too, and he provided some interesting dialogue, particularly his messed up text messages. Thank you (from afar) for writing!

Today’s prompt is: Ex

blesspastacraig:

How fucking dare he, Tweek of all people, tell him how to parent?

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14765684/chapters/34179495

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Woah, this packed a punch. Very intense, and sad, subject matter, but it made for a story that felt visceral and real. Your understanding of Craig is well thought out, and I like that I could put together many things about his past and his life with the little clues you gave. Ultimately, I just feel so badly for the struggles Craig has endured, and hope that maybe the end of this is hopeful after all. Thank you so much for writing!

Today’s prompt is: Ex

byalright_alright

Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak

Summary: So, Craig took his polaroid out, spoke as a mist among only mist, twelve years ago. He thought he snapped it up in time. He thought he had tricked God, and tomorrow, too, because this was a good place to keep, once, and he didn’t want it to vanish.

Read the drabble at this link!


Note: The author of this piece reached out to me because they did not have a tumblr account to post this on, so I am posting on their behalf. 

This piece was a really lovely work that took a story and turned it into poetry. I enjoyed the repeating phrases and ideas, and the way that the language took on Craig’s mind in its own unique way. Even though this was largely introspective, I also enjoyed the characterization of Tweek, who was zany and a little out there but determined to help in a way that proved charming. Thank you for participating, even without a tumblr to do so! 

Today’s prompt is: Photograph

blesspastacraig:

Here’s my day 2 for @spdrabblebomb

Craig has too many pictures of Tweek. 

This set in the verse of a fic I’m currently writing, so watch this space!

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14765684/chapters/34146584

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This made me really emotional to read. It was sad in that heartbreaking way that is way too real. It’s so sad that Tweek and Craig have ended up where they are, and that Tweek is seemingly in a dangerous downward spiral. You did an excellent job capturing Craig’s feelings about it, and creating a landscape that I could envision well. Thank you for sharing this with us!

Today’s prompt is: Photograph

blame-canada:

Hello guys! Wrote another Halfway-verse drabble for the South Park Drabble Bomb, this time for the May 2018 prompt “Decade.” Hope you enjoy! You can read it on AO3 here.


My Book of Memories - by Tweek Tucker, 2017

Craig:
The contents of this book are for me more than anything, but I’m sure that you’ll like it once I’m long gone and unable to protest. :P It’s important to me that I don’t forget the most important parts of my life, and it happens to be that you make up most of them. I’m sure you’re pretty smug about that.

I know it’s probably weird to address this to you when I’m still alive and I don’t know when my time will come, but it just feels right. Hopefully you’ll be able to read these someday and smile. I just want you to keep smiling.

I love you,
Tweek, forever your sunshiny star ✰


Summer, 2017 (Present Day)

We were asked to write about where we saw ourselves in 10 years one day, in English class. It was a pretty typical assignment, really. Something everybody does at some point. Everyone is asked where they see their future going, and in my opinion, that question puts way too much pressure on a child still going through high school! High school is bad enough!

Anyway- I had been dating Craig for maybe a month when this assignment came about. Obviously, that meant that I was newly in very intense, very dreamy, sloppy, sappy love with him. The honeymoon period, it’s called. I still remember how crazy I felt, for how much I really loved him when I had only just started dating him, but I didn’t want to deny myself the happy butterflies that came with it, so I didn’t. It was so quick that we flipped the switch from ‘best friends’ to ‘boyfriends’ and so was the switch that clicked the rest of my desired future together.

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Hello everyone! My own submission for today. Thank you for reading!

Today’s prompt is: Decade

blesspastacraig:

Sixteen (SP Drabble Bomb Day 1 - Decade)

Here’s my offering for the @spdrabblebomb prompt decade!

Predominantly Craig focused but there’s some light Creek.

Just a story about Craig and all his Stripes throughout the years.

On ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14765684/chapters/34146584

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Awww, this was so sweet! I love the attention to detail you gave Craig’s emotions and the story that you told throughout the decade. I always appreciate when people give Craig a more emotional side, and it makes sense when it comes to his favorite pets. Thank you for writing!

Today’s prompt is: Decade

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