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Butters ( smalltcwnkiids‌ ):

🍬 ※ ❝ well . . no , but - ❞ he pauses, brows furrowed and gaze stuck away from kyle. subconciously looking for a way to defend his parents- they never really meant to hurt him, after all. they were just getting him ready for the rest of life! they were his parents, and they loved him. ❝ but south park isn’t exactly normal , is it , kyle ? ❞

🍬 ⅋ he’s still frowning- maybe even looking a bit angry. he was just trying to help kyle deal peacefully with ike, using his parents methods, and here kyle is saying that that’s no good? kyle doesn’t know anything. ❝ and - and your parents are weird too , so you can’t say mine are . ❞

How could someone blatantly ignore such a big problem like this?

Kyle didn’t understand it. He knew how strange, weird, peculiar, crazy the town had always been, but there was some kind of boundary at times. It didn’t feel right to see Butters seem so angered by what he felt to be more than wrong. Sticking someone in a basement, even his mom didn’t go to such extents for discipline.

“My parents might be fucking weird sometimes, but that isn’t okay. Weird or not, putting your kid in the basement because you think your kid’s a zombie sounds more than just weird.”

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Butters ( smalltcwnkiids‌ ):

🍬 ※ ❝ what d’ya mean , kyle ? ❞ he looks genuinely confused as to why that would be asked, fists bumping together almost nervously. 

🍬 ⅋ ❝ of course i’m okay ! ❞ A new smile coming across his face- both in attempt to reassure kyle and in genuine support of his words. he was fine!

“I mean it’s not a normal thing for a parent to stick their kid in a fucking basement.”

Kyle’s expression sours further, especially seeing how Butters was obviously trying to deny so. His hand reaches to the other’s shoulder, gently in an attempt to not startle him. Even if he made him angry sometimes, maybe he’d throw a bad comment or worse, he still had that human feeling he couldn’t let go.. compassion. 

“Have you never once considered that before, Butters?”

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Shuichi ( ahogedetective‌ ):

“Mmn…” Shuichi gives a sleepy mumble, barely reacting to the shaking and his words at first. Though after a few more shakes, he was beginning to stir slightly.

Reluctantly, he bats an eye just barely open, raising head only slightly up from having it tucked in his arms to look up at him. “Hm…?” And then he registers what he says. “Oh…”

Now fully raising his head, Shuichi puts an elbow on the table, resting his cheek against his hand, eyes only half-open. “Thanks… I didn’t mean to doze off.” Though even right now, he looks like he could pass right back out any second.

“If you’re that tired, sleep more at night. You know you need to sleep to function normally, and you know.. not pass out on the dining hall table for everyone to see.”

Kyle went off a little, almost like a nagging mother. He disliked implications that he seemed like one, no less his own, yet his actions would betray his words and feelings. Giving off a sigh, he walked into the kitchen to prepare a batch of coffee. It wasn’t anything special, but he’d make it for both of them.

In the meantime, he walked over to the detective and sat down. Kyle didn’t want to stand there awkwardly in silence while he waited for it to be ready, and it was a perfect opportunity to talk to a student he usually didn’t.

“What were you up doing? Hopefully it wasn’t reading.”

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I lost muse for a few of my muses, and I apologise for anyone who liked my portrayal, but you can find me @starsandfingers for now!

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Tweek ( wvnderweather‌ ):

     ⛾𝒯𝓌ℯℯ𝓀;;– There really wasn’t any getting around it– And Kyle had a point, Tweek hit the table way harder than he should have. Granted, he was now a little more awake than he was a few moments ago. In fact, he could probably go a little longer, should he really attempt. Which he would. A defeated sigh escaped him and his eyes were firmly focused on his hands in his lap.

     ‘ Alright… ‘ He could do with occupying his dogs for a bit. Lord knows they were probably scratching at the door of his room. And there’s an equally good chance, if any, that one of the two were bouncing around the room and probably destroyed his pillow. Wonderful… ‘ I’ve been needing to let them out anyway. You sure you’re okay with it though? ‘

Kyle had dealt with dogs in the past, he’d hung around Stan for a good portion of his life and his dog.. Surely these ones wouldn’t be that much different. All dogs were a handful to deal with in their own way, two was one more than just one dog, but he had some confidence in himself. He gave an affirmative nod, making sure his pencil didn’t roll off the table before opening his mouth. 

 “Yeah, I’ve got no problem with that. I haven’t really been around a dog that isn’t Stan’s for awhile, so this’ll be fun.” A small attempt of optimism, hoping they weren’t too wild. Now, Kyle knew what it was like to be around dogs, even when they’re at their craziest, but it wasn’t like he particularly liked it. He enjoyed having fun with Sparky, but that was when he wasn’t bouncing off the walls. 

 “You do know how to calm them down, though, right..?”

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Gregory ( smileduponyou‌ ):

Gregory takes a moment to pluck away a bit of lint from his shoulder.

“Depends on which one you’re asking about…” 

As stated, it was more than one man he’s killed before. After all, there are so many corrupt men in the world. So many that would sell the lives of those under them for their own comfort and success. Those that would revel in the suffering of the people for their own greed. There are so many that he needs to cut out of the world, strangle the breath from. Blue eyes watch the other male coolly, observing him carefully.

“One of the corrupt politicians perhaps? Or maybe the Dictator from last week? Him I strangled myself.” 

Just as well too, considering the state of the country he had ruled. His death and some careful manipulation of the government succession lines ensured the people would be able to rebuild a better country from the ashes left behind. It was their revolution he aided in, after all. 

“I employ many methods… as long as my targets are pieces of shit, they don’t breathe for very long.”

Kyle gave a shrug, not particularly knowing the amount of times he’d done this. He seemed to be putting a lot of thought into his response, he was curious of what he’d come to say at this point. It was an unexplainable curiosity, he wanted to know more about what he was saying even if it seemed crazy, unthinkable, almost wrong how casually he was talking about it. 

 “O-Oh, okay..” He gave a rather weak response, grabbing at his own throat to imagine what it would be like to be strangled by a guy like that. Kyle almost coughed, it wasn’t a pleasant thought to begin with, a worse idea to imagine what it would be like even if it was an unconscious impulse. 

 “Is this a regular thing for you? It seems like you’ve been doing this for a really long time,” one eyebrow comes up in question, the words many methods had caught his attention. How was he even able to get away with these if he had? Surely even a corrupt politician’s death would be searched to hell.

“You’re pretty honest with this.. Are you that confident you won’t get put in prison?”

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Gregory ( smileduponyou‌ ):

Oh so Kyle was one of those, was he?

Ones that doubted him when he admitted fully what he’d done. Why wouldn’t he? Gregory had killed more than one man. The deciding factor in everything was that these were terrible, awful men that he’d brought to the chopping block and thus felt no remorse for their loss. If anything, the world would rejoice their going. A low chuckle rises from the Brit’s chest and he tilts his head in a motion that would seem harmless to some… but look more like the studying gaze of a predator stalking an oblivious bit of prey.

“If you think I am joking then you’re welcome to, Kyle…” is all he says about the matter. He’ll let the redhead believe what he wanted, it would be no skin off his back. Gregory was meticulous in every little thing he did. He could crow that he’s killed men to high heaven but there would never be any evidence to prove the statements. 

“Either way works for me just fine.”

“Well, if you really did, how’d you do it?” 

 Kyle looked at him with skepticism, smirk visible on his lips. He wouldn’t deny there was at least some curiosity if he did deep down, but if he was lying, it could possibly make a cool story. While he certainly did look the part of someone who could and probably would, but there was a difference between looking the part and actually doing it, he’d learned that lesson quite well. Nothing’s more misleading than feigning innocence to violence, and the same vice versa. 

 “Was it a quick job or a messy one? How’d they die?” 

 Perhaps he was getting too detailed in his curiosity, but that would the result of his lack of belief. Kyle didn’t fear anything happening to him in that moment, no thoughts of if he might kill him for knowing too much or asking too many question, just ignorant bliss. Who could believe someone who just straight up said they killed someone and hasn’t paid the price of it yet? Though, then again, the police in this town aren’t the most diligent workers, some other places too, so maybe there was some room for doubt there.

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“she’s like a cold sore that just keeps coming back like i’m here! i’m here! i’m here!”

DANCE MOMS || Accepting

“Dude, calm down. Who are you talking about?” 

 Kyle put his hand on the other’s shoulder. He wanted to help his friend, but.. understanding what was wrong was one step he wasn’t on. His eyebrow raised, right side of his lip quirking down in confusion. Whoever she was, she clearly was annoying Kenny. 

 There were only a few scenarios that Kyle could think of what was urking Kenny. His mom, a girlfriend, maybe someone else. Now that he thought about it, despite them being around each other a lot, he really didn’t know that much about Kenny aside from the cover.

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“you are so hard to take seriously wearing that hat.”

DANCE MOMS || Accepting

“And it’d be even harder to take me seriously without my hat on, I’ll take my chances.” 

 Kyle retorted, this was something important to him. His hat meant something to him, not only as a barrier between the grief he’d get from Cartman and the others for his hair color and style, but something he’d been wearing forever; grown attached to. For some reason, he felt like he had to wear it. 

 “I could try something else, but I’d have no idea what to do. I’ve been wearing this old thing forever.”

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Gregory ( smileduponyou‌ ):

The question itself causes a smile to slowly curl its way onto Gregory’s lips. Was that something he had experience in? Oh, the other had no idea at all just what he was capable of and had done well before this point. The jugular advice had not been said in jest, after all. Especially when it came to someone like Cartman. The blond would more than happily go for the throat on that piece of shit any day if given the choice.

“What? Killing a man?” he assumes that’s what Kyle means in his question. There’d be little else that question could be inferring in its wording. Not that the Brit minds.

“Yes, actually.”

“Killing a..” 

 Kyle cut himeself short, almost choking on the words he was about to say. He checked his ears for a moment before looking back at him, shocked and blinking. While he would admit that’s not the strangest thing he’d heard or even imagined happening in this town, he certainly caught him off guard. Who admits to having killed a man and looks so happy about it in the first place? No, he couldn’t be serious. 

 “Dude, you’re so funny,”  he let off an awkward chuckle, a bit unsure and uneasy, “You really got me there for a second. I thought you actually killed someone. That would be crazy..” 

 Perhaps not the craziest thing that’s occurred, but a possible killer right in front of him that he’d just been talked to so casually would be.

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“i bet your neck hurts. yeah, cause your brain is so big.”

DANCE MOMS || Accepting

“What..?” 

 That was unexpected coming from Clyde’s part. He had almost thought the other was complimenting him, that is, until further inspection of the comment. 

 Kyle almost let off a laugh, covering his mouth to muffle anything that would try to escape. Clyde’s failed attempt of an insult was amusing to him, though he wouldn’t doubt he found having a big brain to be a bad thing. A nerd! He’d heard that kind of thing all the time, especially once he’d hit high school. 

 “Aww, thank you, Clyde. You do a surprisingly good job at failing even the simplest of things: insulting someone.” 

 A smug smile appears on his face, ready to have to fight back in case that was too much. Kyle was never one to try and hold back what he wanted to say to someone, said honesty had gotten him in.a few bad situations, if not, more. Another fight wouldn’t hurt him that much. 

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“y’know, go for the jugular.” - Smileduponyou

DANCE MOMS || Accepting

@smileduponyou

“For the jugular? You know, that’s a pretty good idea..”

Kyle gave a contemplative moment, while he didn’t particularly enjoy fighting that much, he would take a mental note. In all honesty, it was a just-in-case for Cartman. For a random question he’d brought up out of pure curiosity, the other had answered oddly well. Either way, he smiled at the other and gave a quick laugh.

“Thanks for the advice. I know who to go to if I have another question like that.. er, not like I really have much use for it. Do you have that kind of experience or something?”

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@ahogedetective ▸ continued

Accidentally, once again; Shuichi stayed up a bit too late reading. Thankfully not until sunlight, but 4:30am since 10pm was still relatively late. Sometimes when a book really was just thatgood, it was hard to put it down and he’d end up not noticing the time.

And right now, as he sits at one of the tables by himself in the dining hall for breakfast, he couldn’t even stay up well enough to finish his omurice. He was practically forcing to keep his eyes shut, so he’d go to lay his head down on the table and in minutes, the boy was knocked out, sleeping soundly at the table.

Even once Kyle would eventually walk over to find him there, he was still asleep, not aware of the other’s presence just yet.

Kyle came into the dining hall to find something to eat, his empty stomach growling at him to get something in it. Anything that would lift his spirits and energize him for the day lay in the kitchen, though there seemed to be something else laying around. His eyes spot the detective slumped over on the table, almost sighing at the sight.

He couldn’t say how many times he’d given the lecture at American schools. Make sure to get enough sleep! A good rest is guaranteed for success! And yet here he was, staring at some guy passed out on the table. 

His hand comes to his shoulder, gently placed on it.. Then he tightened his grip and began to shake the unconscious Shuichi for a moment or two. The kindest way Kyle knew how to wake someone up thankfully was used. Otherwise, there was a possibility of there being loud yelling and violent shaking of the shoulders.

“Dude, wake up. You’re literally sleeping on the dining hall table.”

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the most iconic lines from lifetime’s DANCE MOMS as SENTENCE STARTERS

feel free to edit for pronouns/tense, etc.

“you had your first kiss! before me!” 

“i just cry sometimes. it’s no big deal.” 

“this isn’t a church. it’s a dance studio.” 

“i usually don’t buy my mom gifts because i’m broke.” 

“they just happen to know by osmosis.” 

“this is going to cost a lot of money in therapy.” 

“y’know, go for the jugular.” 

“sometimes your best isn’t good enough anymore.” 

“i do not feel like getting a case of scabies.” 

“i bet your neck hurts. yeah, cause your brain is so big.” 

“i’m just here because my mom said she would buy me tacos.” 

“you are so hard to take seriously wearing that hat.”

“she’s going to throw a chair at me again.” 

“those legs are about as straight as elton john.” 

“save your tears for the pillow.”  

“i might not be as good as her, but i’m working on it.” 

“losing is not a good feeling, but i don’t ever lose anyway.” 

“isn’t there something that says if a teacher doesn’t come within so many minutes, you can leave?” 

“if it was zak efron, then i’d kiss him.” 

“suck it up, kid.” 

“you are a monstrosity of evil.” 

“all i wanna do is just stay home and eat chips.” 

“they look like prosti-tots.” 

“i sometimes feel like a drag queen.” 

“she’s like a cold sore that just keeps coming back like i’m here! i’m here! i’m here!” 

“it’s called careless because i could care less.” 

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craig can u draw a cute kyle

i will always draw kyle i love them

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do u enjoy kymans loVE hate relationship

I think the gif (Kyle’s “Don’t. Touch me.”) summarizes my opinion pretty well, but I’ll write out a thing for y’all anyways.

Kyle and Cartman have an awesome dynamic in the show. While being morally polar opposites they tend to think in similar ways when enraged, and push things over the line a bit too easily. Them being archenemies is really fun to watch, but putting romantic feelings between them? Not my cup of tea, sorry.

The thing I have a problem with is both the context of the ship and the content it has - it swings a bit too close to romanticizing manipulative and otherwise poorly working relationships. Too much of the content is not,, good. Sure, there are probably tons of content of Kyle changing Cartman’s mindset and making him a better person and surely there are ways for that to work out fine too, but I’m just not interested enough to get invested in it. Also I myself prefer not shipping a jewish character with a literal nazi, but I’m not here to tell people what to do.

Just to be clear: I personally have no beef with people who ship kyman. I’m sure it can be an interesting ship when done the right way. If you ship it, just please be careful with what aspects of the relationship you romanticize. Portraying bad things (ie. Cartman’s antisemitism) is okay as long as those are recognized as bad. (ie. and not as “how cute!! he called kyle a stupid jew here but it’s more like a pet name! can’t you see much he cares for kyle aww<33” but rather as “cartman stops calling kyle (and others) slurs and apologizes for his behaviour because in this au he gets a thing called humanity and actually starts caring for others”)

also for the future reference - this blog will be pretty much clean of any cartman ships. not because I don’t think there’s redemption for eric, I just don’t want to put in all the effort for it to work tastefully in my opinion - no hard feelings!!

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Tweek ( wvnderweather‌ ):

     ⛾𝒯𝓌ℯℯ𝓀;;– ‘ Huh? No, I’m fine! ‘

     He says this, despite having the knowledge that he just spent a good chunk of the night up. He wasn’t taste testing for his dad though. No, he actually had his dogs to thank for that. He had to keep them quiet since they wouldn’t stop barking at the closet– Which was home to a ball that was inside. He did try to read and study a bit, getting nowhere really with his dogs then begging for his attention. Looking at Kyle again, he shook his head, trying to affirm his answer again.

     ‘ I’ll be fine, man, don’t worry about me. ‘

Kyle’s attention stuck to Tweek, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. It was already clear that he wasn’t, the bruising on his forehead was already enough for the male to know he was lying. I’m fine? Don’t worry? Those were hard things to ask of him, especially when this was happening right in front of him.

“Look man, you can play tough guy all you want but I literally just watched you smack your head on the table. You’re not fine.” There’s no holding his words back, thoughts left his mouth as sound almost fluidly, “why don’t we take a break? We could occupy your dogs, or we could relax for awhile if you’re really dying to stay up.”