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DAY 4 - SEASONS

laaaaaaate submission that i put together real quick because university thinks it's important business or something

saw a lot of autumn for this prompt so i did spring because i really miss warm weather

we have some smol oc x canon cute nonsense for this one. this is my girl emily - stare at her as much as you can because i don't know if she's ever showing up on this blog again

i should've given them machine guns instead

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late kyle birthday artttt

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my final fic for Kyle Week is up!!!!🔞❤️ thank you so much for reading :)

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Kyle Week Day 7 🎉🎉

a late happy birthday to The 10 Year Old Ever (he's been this age for decades)

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Day 6 free day ( furry)

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SOERY FOR BEING SO LATE I WAS BUSY TODAT

HAPPY BURTDHAY UGLY UGLY BOY

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Fucking Up What Matters - Ch01

This is more of a prologue, but all the pieces are on the board and I can't wait to see where we end up! I rewrote this so many times, I apologize if it feels a little clunky. 😭

It's Kyle's 19th Birthday and he just wants to go to Jimbo's with the guys. He gets a completely different surprise instead.

 Kyle woke up to the smell of vanilla-sugar candles and fake syrup. His stomach twisted. Not in a good way.

“Rise and shine, birthday boy,” Heidi sang from somewhere off to his right, her voice already pushing the upper limit of what a human throat should be capable of. Off-key. Vibrato.

He opened one eye.

There were balloons. Translucent pink, tied in bunches to the footboard of her bed, one of them shaped like a giant number 1, the other a 9. The room smelled like perfume shop got into a turf war with a pancake house.

He blinked slowly as Heidi set a wooden tray down next to him.

“Did you...” he sat up halfway, squinting, “Did you put glitter on the fucking eggs?”

She giggled like it was a compliment.

“It’s edible shimmer dust,” She said, her long cotton sleep shirt clung to her in all the wrong ways, and it hit Kyle violently that she looked like his mom in the early mornings. Puffy-eyed, smiling too wide, trying too hard.

“I made heart-shaped pancakes,” Heidi added.

Kyle stared down at the plate she’d set beside him. The butter was pink. There was a strawberry on top of the stack.

He pressed a palm to his face, “Jesus Christ,”

Heidi hummed as she poured him juice.

“Oh my god, wait, don’t move,” she gasped, sprinting toward her speaker like her life depended on it, “I have a surprise!”

“Heidi...” Kyle muttered.

But it was too late.

Taylor Swift started blaring from her phone, and Heidi began softly, tragically, singing along. She twirled like this was a moment in a wedding montage, not the living embodiment of a hostage video.

Kyle stared straight ahead.

“I thought we could go get brunch,” Heidi was saying, hair swishing like that could distract from the fact she was flat-out bombing, “Or we could go back to that little hot springs place we liked last semester, remember?”

He sat up fast, “Heidi,”

She froze mid-step, her sock sliding awkwardly on the rug.

He sighed, hand dragging over his curls, “I have plans,”

Her mouth moved. Nothing came out.

“Stan and Kenny are taking me shooting,” he added, grabbing his pants off the floor and yanking them on under the covers, “Cartman’s driving,”

“Oh,” She said.

Her mouth stayed in a polite little pout while her eyes tracked him like a deer spotting headlights.

“I thought we could just, you know,” she swallowed, “Spend time. Just us. It’s your birthday,”

He didn’t answer.

She sat on the edge of the bed, just far enough that he didn’t feel the mattress move.

“You used to love this kind of stuff,” She said quietly.

Kyle stared down at the pancakes. Glitter sparkled like a threat.

He grabbed his shirt next.

A knock pounded on the front door, sharp, obnoxious, and followed immediately by the sounds of it cracking open.

“Kahl,” Eric called, already halfway inside, “We’re burning daylight. You coming, or what?”

“Oh my god,” Heidi squeaked, yanking the sheets up over herself like she’d been naked instead of aggressively Mormon-coded.

“Hey,” Cartman stepped in the bedroom eyeing the balloons with a smirk, like he’d just walked into the aftermath of something scandalous.

“Cartman,” Kyle growled, voice already going hoarse.

“I brought a gun,” he beamed.

Stan and Kenny followed poured in behind Cartman.

Stan was quiet, dressed down, arms crossed like he regretted all his life choices, especially this one.

“Are you coming or not?” he asked Kyle.

Kyle grabbed his jacket off the dresser, “I’m coming,”

“Kyle…” Heidi sighed.

He turned, shrugging on his jacket.

She blinked at him, “Don’t you want to open your gift?”

He looked at her, really looked this time, and saw the cracks in the performance. Her hands were clenched at her sides. Her eyes were too wide. She’d probably been up since five trying to pull this off.

But all he felt was heavy.

“I’ll open it later,” He said.

Cartman grabbed a pancake with his bare hand on the way out.

“This tastes like ass,” He said with his mouth full of glitter.

Kenny let out a loud snort, nudging Kyle as they headed toward the stairs, “How many times did she sing to you?”

“Just once,” Kyle muttered, “Felt like more,”

They stepped out into the crisp morning air, cool and bright and sharp with the smell of frost and motor oil. Cartman was already unlocking the truck.

Kenny pulled up the hood to his parka, “You ready to shoot some shit or what?”

Kyle didn’t answer.

He was already thinking about the way Charli used to hum off-key when she was brushing her hair. About how she’d sneak up behind him and whisper Tichen against the back of his neck just to watch him jump.

He climbed into the back seat without a word.

“You good?” Stan asked, climbing in beside him.

Kyle shut the door harder than necessary.

Cartman grinned in the rearview mirror, “Next stop: Jimbo’s Guns,”

[Read the rest of this chapter on A03!]

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Kyle Week Day 7! CELEBRATION!

Spent most of today juggling family and working on this but I'm glad I could get it done!

Happy Birthday dear Kyle, hope it's a good one 💚

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kyle doodle from the kyle week trouble day that I forgot to post 💔 I love him sm

also a little birthday doodle for kyle

i practiced more vibrant colors but i lwk hate ts so pls be kind anyway,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYLEEEE, MY FAV CHARACTER ‼️‼️

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⋆₊˚KYLE WEEK 2025

𝜗𝜚 DAY 6: Free Day!

💚🧡 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITEEEEEE, KYLEEEEEEEE!!

Originally, I was gonna post 2 drawings, but I didnt finish the other drawing. So i doodled this because I wanted to post something for Kyle's Birthday! 🎂

Also posted on twt (@KyleCentric) and TikTok (@kylebroflovskicentric) ! c:

i love kyle

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Day 5 hobbies!🏀

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TIS THE SONS BIRTHDAY SO YALL GET A RUSHED BV KYLE WITH NOBLE SKETCH!!!🎂🎂🎂

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Happy Birthday to Kyle Broflovski, and a happy end to Kyle Week to everyone who participated! 🥳 A big thank you from our mods for another amazing year! We hope you'll hang out a little longer and enjoy some cake 🎂

🎨: @vampyrebug

If you didn't get to post in time for any of the days, don't fret! We will continue to share your pieces until the end of June!

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My Kyle Week Day 6 fic is up!!❤️🔞 hope you enjoy!

AO3 LINK HERE!

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Happy birthday to everyone’s favorite I Learned Something Today Ass Bitch! For Kyle’s birthday, PCE has tried her hand at some omegaverse style fluff action. Here’s

No Prospects, And Other Such Concerns

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DAY 7 - CELEBRATION!

and it's here! happy birthday, kyle!

i will get to all the prompts i missed at some point i think

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Didn’t get to participate this year so here’s the doodle I did for the end of Kyle week 25 :)