drabesacraben

[drabesacraben]

Sweet little lies

[drabesacraben]

Welcome to our 8th Annual Edition of Kyman Week! 

Kyman Week is an event for shippers to demonstrate their love for Kyman through fanworks. 

It'll take place from 1st to 7th of July!

Below are the prompts for this year!

[drabesacraben]

Hello, everyone! Here is the form to vote on the theme you want to see for this year's edition of Kyman Week ❤️💚

Fill the form below to vote ⬇️

Kyman Week 2025: Themes Poll

Kyman Week 2025: Votación de temas

[drabesacraben]

Based on this

[drabesacraben]

That anon loves YOU TOO!!

and I made a drawing based on this desu

kiss prompt plz: 22 buttman

pleas basu senpai <3<3<3<3 ik youre into twinks rn but pls consider a bald guy and a fat fuck orz

What if I wrote Pickleface instead-

Okay, fine, anon. But only cause I love you.

22. (Kiss) in a rush of adrenaline

"Run, Butters, run!" Cartman barely glanced from his shoulder.

"Oh, hamburgers!" Butters shouted in panic, narrowly avoiding the gunfire.

Shots from emerging from every possible direction, the duo bolted in the search for an escape. Rushing through street hallways and dead ends, they eventually hid behind a car and waited for the swarm of enraged criminals to run past them.

Cartman peaked from the driver seat window. "I think we made it."

"I'm gonna get grounded..." Butters covered his face in shame.

"Butters, you're 17. You can't get grounded anymore."

"I can't?"

"Pssht, no?" Cartman rolled his eyes. "Just kick their asses. You're old enough."

"But that will get me more-"

"Shh!" Cartman covered Butters' mouth with his hand. Nearby, there was a couple of voices talking.

"How much did they get away with?"

"About a million..."

"Oh, shit, the boss is gonna kill them!"

"Yeah, they're fucked!"

Butters barely registered the rest of the conversation, his body shutting down from fear. What had they done? They just about enraged the biggest mafia in town. There was no way they'd get out alive from this one.

They had really gone too far this time.

"Butters, Jesus, you're trembling." Cartman said once the guys were out of earshot.

"W-We're gonna die, Eric..." Butters said, looking down in despair.

"What? No, we're not." Cartman opened the money bag, as if to check the contents were still inside.

"Y-Yeah, they're going to kidnap us and torture our families-a-and then they're going to kill them in front of us...and then we're-"

"Butters, I have a plan, okay!" Cartman seemed almost bored with Butters' vivid fantasy.

"You do?"

"Yeah, so shut the fuck up and help me get this money out of here!" Cartman stood up then crouched again behind the car. "We gotta go while it's safe!"

"B-But it's not really-"

"Butters, I swear on my life I won't let anything happen to you, okay?" Cartman cut him off. "I already send an anonymous tip to the police, they should be here in about 5 minutes, so we need to go now. There's a tunnel I carved myself about a block away from here. It's gonna take us right to the school gym and we'll hide the money in the lockers until Monday. And, yeah, we'll climb over the school fences, I already put the stool aside from art class for it. It was to easy to convince Ms. Richard that I was going to do an art installation in my house this weekend." He snorted with disdain. "Stupid bitch."

Butters' eyes went wide, the admiration dawning on him like the sunset in the sky. "Eric..." He said, standing up as well. "You really did think of everything..."

His friend raised an eyebrow at him. "You think I was gonna rob a bunch of gang members without a strategy?"

"No, but..." Butters twiddled his thumbs smiling. "You're amazing..."

The fear inside him had suddenly turned into some kind of thrill, an elation that he couldn't explain. Whereas seconds before he was worried he might die, he was now he was excited, euphoric to be here.

With him.

Impulsively, Butters gave Cartman a peck. It had only been a millisecond though, when he realized what was doing. He pulled away with a stutter. "I..."

"What the hell, Butters?" Cartman looked positively dumbfounded.

"S-Sorry..." Butters wiped his mouth, feeling his face heat up regardless.

"Don't get gay on me." Cartman said, though he didn't sound really angry about it. There was a whistle in the distance. "That's our cue! Don't forget the money!" He said before bolting away.

With certain effort, Butters lifted the bag and started running behind him. A part of him wondered why he did that, why he suddenly felt like kissing Cartman.

But, well, maybe that was a worry for another day.

[drabesacraben]

kiss prompt plz: 22 buttman

pleas basu senpai <3<3<3<3 ik youre into twinks rn but pls consider a bald guy and a fat fuck orz

What if I wrote Pickleface instead-

Okay, fine, anon. But only cause I love you.

22. (Kiss) in a rush of adrenaline

"Run, Butters, run!" Cartman barely glanced from his shoulder.

"Oh, hamburgers!" Butters shouted in panic, narrowly avoiding the gunfire.

Shots from emerging from every possible direction, the duo bolted in the search for an escape. Rushing through street hallways and dead ends, they eventually hid behind a car and waited for the swarm of enraged criminals to run past them.

Cartman peaked from the driver seat window. "I think we made it."

"I'm gonna get grounded..." Butters covered his face in shame.

"Butters, you're 17. You can't get grounded anymore."

"I can't?"

"Pssht, no?" Cartman rolled his eyes. "Just kick their asses. You're old enough."

"But that will get me more-"

"Shh!" Cartman covered Butters' mouth with his hand. Nearby, there was a couple of voices talking.

"How much did they get away with?"

"About a million..."

"Oh, shit, the boss is gonna kill them!"

"Yeah, they're fucked!"

Butters barely registered the rest of the conversation, his body shutting down from fear. What had they done? They just about enraged the biggest mafia in town. There was no way they'd get out alive from this one.

They had really gone too far this time.

"Butters, Jesus, you're trembling." Cartman said once the guys were out of earshot.

"W-We're gonna die, Eric..." Butters said, looking down in despair.

"What? No, we're not." Cartman opened the money bag, as if to check the contents were still inside.

"Y-Yeah, they're going to kidnap us and torture our families-a-and then they're going to kill them in front of us...and then we're-"

"Butters, I have a plan, okay!" Cartman seemed almost bored with Butters' vivid fantasy.

"You do?"

"Yeah, so shut the fuck up and help me get this money out of here!" Cartman stood up then crouched again behind the car. "We gotta go while it's safe!"

"B-But it's not really-"

"Butters, I swear on my life I won't let anything happen to you, okay?" Cartman cut him off. "I already send an anonymous tip to the police, they should be here in about 5 minutes, so we need to go now. There's a tunnel I carved myself about a block away from here. It's gonna take us right to the school gym and we'll hide the money in the lockers until Monday. And, yeah, we'll climb over the school fences, I already put the stool aside from art class for it. It was to easy to convince Ms. Richard that I was going to do an art installation in my house this weekend." He snorted with disdain. "Stupid bitch."

Butters' eyes went wide, the admiration dawning on him like the sunset in the sky. "Eric..." He said, standing up as well. "You really did think of everything..."

His friend raised an eyebrow at him. "You think I was gonna rob a bunch of gang members without a strategy?"

"No, but..." Butters twiddled his thumbs smiling. "You're amazing..."

The fear inside him had suddenly turned into some kind of thrill, an elation that he couldn't explain. Whereas seconds before he was worried he might die, he was now he was excited, euphoric to be here.

With him.

Impulsively, Butters gave Cartman a peck. It had only been a millisecond though, when he realized what was doing. He pulled away with a stutter. "I..."

"What the hell, Butters?" Cartman looked positively dumbfounded.

"S-Sorry..." Butters wiped his mouth, feeling his face heat up regardless.

"Don't get gay on me." Cartman said, though he didn't sound really angry about it. There was a whistle in the distance. "That's our cue! Don't forget the money!" He said before bolting away.

With certain effort, Butters lifted the bag and started running behind him. A part of him wondered why he did that, why he suddenly felt like kissing Cartman.

But, well, maybe that was a worry for another day.

[drabesacraben]

Hello hello, I saw the kiss prompt post and I wanted to ask you the most unoriginal scenario ever:

Kyman 7

pls ty ilu bless <3

Oh, you naughty little anon, fine

7. (Kiss) to shut them up

"It just makes me mad!"

"I know."

"You know, you take the time to teach your kids to respect others, to be tolerant of differences, to be good people-"

"I know."

"And then comes a show that undoes all that!"

"I know!"

"All those talks I had with Ezra and Leah about being polite and well-behaved! For what?! All they do is curse and scream at everyone now!"

"Well, it's probably a phase."

"What is the fucking point of trying so hard to be a good parent if a stupid cartoon can destroy all your efforts?!"

"Kyle."

"We should- We should talk about this!" Kyle slammed the table. "We should talk to the school or- We should talk to someone!"

"Kyle?"

"They can't do this to our children! We have to fight back!"

"Kyle."

"We have to resist!"

"Kyle!"

"What?" Kyle turned to his husband.

Cartman planted a kiss on his lips. "You're starting to sound like your mother, you know that?" He smiled.

"What?" Kyle grimaced. "No, I don't."

"Mhm."

"I do?"

"Yep."

"Oh, God, you're right..." Kyle held onto his head with dawning despair. "You're right..."

"There, there." Cartman pulled him into a hug that Kyle did not fight against. "Let's just dial it back a little, okay?"

Kyle was muffled. "Okay."

"The kids will screw up and learn, just like we did." Cartman continued. "You know my 10 year old wouldn't have thought I'd turn into a rabbi, right?"

Pulling back, Kyle snorted. "Dumb tubby didn't know what was coming."

"Hey!"

"Sorry." Kyle said though he was still chuckling.

Lovingly, Cartman cupped Kyle's face. "You sandy ginger bitch."

"Fuck you!" Kyle hurled though there was no malice in his tone. "I get it, though. I won't try to start a war with the Brits."

"Oh, you can." Cartman said. "Just not over that cartoon, it's not worth it."

"It's not even funny! It's just one crass joke after another! It's like they're trying to offend every minority they can!"

Cartman was giggling. "Yeah, I gotta say we totally had better taste back then."

"Obviously."

They stared outside the window at the kids playing in the garden. Despite all the yelling and cursing, they seemed to be having fun.

Kyle was still nervous, though. "Do you think they'll be fine?"

From the corner of his eye, he saw Cartman smile. "Yeah, they will."

[drabesacraben]

Choose wisely

[drabesacraben]

Kyle taking care of Cartman <3

[drabesacraben]

The Muffin Man

[drabesacraben]

[drabesacraben]

[drabesacraben]

Welcome to our Seventh Annual Edition of Kyman Week!

Kyman Week is an event for shippers to demonstrate their love for Kyman through fanworks.

It'll take place from 1st to 7th of July!

Above are the prompts for this year!

[drabesacraben]

Hello, everyone! As promised, here is the form to vote on the theme you want to see for this year's edition Kyman Week ❤️💚

Click on the link below to vote!

Kyman Week 2024: Themes Poll

Kyman Week 2024: Poll de Temas

[drabesacraben]

BEST QUEER MEDIA TOURNAMENT FINAL ROUND!!!!!

[ propaganda masterpost]

[drabesacraben]

[drabesacraben]