On a murderous rampage my character has cornered yours. What does your character say in 10 words or less to try and save their skin?
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On a murderous rampage my character has cornered yours. What does your character say in 10 words or less to try and save their skin?
"Everything you've told me was a lie!" //Charlie// ((thanks for the follow!))
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Cartman scoffed and rolled his eyes. âNot everything,â he dismissed, continuing his previous task of rummaging through the kitchen pantry in an attempt to find some Cheesy Poofs. He sighed upon realising that they were out again and turned to face his daughter. âWhat are you on about now?â he asked, trying not to let his tone get too harsh.
"YeahâŠ" Charlie acknowledged Cartmans first words. It was true though, even if thatâs not exactly what she had meant. At least she didnât think that was what she meant. And it was comforting to know that they didnât exactly hate each other. Even if it was funny to hear some of the stories of when they were kids and got into the stupidest things, she didnât like thinking they despised each other all the time. She was snapped from her thoughts, green eyes blinking and zoned out expression becoming a fake pout. "I donât think heâs full of shit. His moms really smart you know." Of course he would know. He went to school with her. "But okay. Sure." Charlie crossed her arms and couldnât help but grin a little. Cartman was trying. She knew he was a good parent even if he screwed up now and then. Who didnât?
Cartman scoffed upon hearing her opinion on Wendy, and his comforting air went away as soon as it came. âHis momâs a hippie,â he muttered, looking in the fridge for something to eat. He knew the comment wasnât going to help anything, but he had always been one to voice his opinion. It was probably one of the things that made him look like a shitty parent and probably a shitty person in general.
Charlie rolled her eyes and allowed herself a frustrated groan, sitting back in her chair and seemingly fully recovered from the hurt she had felt a few minutes ago. âOkâŠâ She reluctantly agreed, just wanting Cartman to dismiss it. She wasnât going to argue with him on that; he wouldnât change his opinion just because of her. âBut, dadâŠâ She swallowed her hesitation but let her expression falter. âJust please. Try not to fight anymore. I donât want it to be like, where one if you is gone all the time.â
He sighed, not entirely willing to agree with her plea. It wasn't like he and Kyle could cease any argument completely; that was far too much to ask, even if Charlie was his daughter. "I can try, but I don't think it'll work," he muttered, sitting down at the table next to her after finally finding something to absentmindedly snack on.
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((OHMYGOSH THIS IS SO LATE IM SORRY I DIDNT SEE IT BEFORE I WENT TO BED ALSO NOT SURE WHICH VERSION IS THE REVERSE BC SHIT LIKE THAT CONFUSES ME SO I JUST DID THIS))
Nothing ever fucking happened in this shithole of a town. It was the same shit every single day with the same assholes he always hung around. Cartman decided to ditch them for a day and just walk out by himself, despite all of Kyleâs remarks that he was just going to sit on the sofa and stuff his face with cheesy poofs. He was kicking a rock along the sidewalk when he briefly looked up for a second, doing a double take. âHoly shit,â he muttered, his jaw dropping as he stared across the street. âIs that Patty fucking Nelson?â
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Patty was signing autographs and taking pictures. âI got to go okay?â She said to them as she tried to run out of the crowd and to her hotel âYes, come to my concert!â She ran across the street just before the traffic separated her from them. She was breathing heavily as she rushed forward not seeing where she was going and crashed into Cartman. âOoooo!â She yelled as she clinged to him to prevent injury to herself.
Cartman's eyes widened as he realised who had just bumped into him. He helped her to her feet, his mouth still hanging open as he stared at her. "I... fuck... sorry..." he muttered under his breath, internally cursing himself for stuttering over his words like that. If there was anyone he wanted to appear cool in front of, it was Patty Nelson, and he had fucked that up tremendously.
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He nuzzled into his chest, smiling. âSleep Eric..so I can tell you again in the morning..â He smiled and laughed, kissing his belly softly.
Cartman nodded, glad to be given the chance to sleep away his dizziness. It didnât take him long to drift into a deep sleep, surprisingly comfortable with Kyle laying on his chest.
He woke up to Eric still sleeping and Kyle kissed him softly. âEric..wake up..â
Cartman groaned as he woke up groggily, Kyle still by his side. He almost attempted to pull the covers over his head when he realised that Kyle had just kissed him. This left him in a state of confusion, considering he didn't remember much from last night. "Kahl?" he muttered, sitting upright.
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13. My muse stripping themselves down
Butters stood in the bathroom, taking off his shirt and humming happily. He walked over to the shower and turned it on, taking off his jeans and checking himself in the mirror, taking off his boxers. He couldnât hear anything from the noise of the shower in the background.
Butters pouted a little âYeah but he came back⊠And Jesus was Jewish anywayâ he mumbled quietly âIt was all a mistake really.. A-Anyway Eric, this should be a good thing!â He exclaimed, standing up and grinning.
Cartman rolled his eyes. He had been doing a lot of that today, but Buttersâ way-too-optimistic attitude about splitting the schoolâs Christmas party into a Christmas and Hanukkah party annoyed him. âWell itâs not,â he said, pouting slightly. âIt seems like something his fucking mom would do.â
Butters sighed and fixed his towel around his waist again while Cartman talked âHis mom probably is organising most of itâ he mumbled, rubbing his fists together âWhy is this so bad Eric?â
Cartman shrugged, trying to find a valid reason to hate on the Hanukkah party without sounding like a total gaywad. He was unable to find such reason though, so he decided to come clean, no matter how stupid and sentimental he ended up sounding. "I dunno, it just seems like Christmas has been getting shittier and shittier and this is just the tip of the fucking ice berg," he muttered, starting to pace the room again.
"Hey Cartman!" Kyle shouted out. "Duck!" He screamed as a basketball hit Cartman in the face. Kyle grinned. He knew that would happen, and it was funny.
Cartman didnât even have time to process what was going on before the basketball hit him in the face, significantly numbing his nose. âWhat the fuck, Kahl?â he spat, aiming a kick at Kyleâs shins and missing by quite the distance. He touched a finger tentatively to his nose to check for damage. âItâs probably bleeding now you asshole!â
Kyle let a chuckle leave him. âIâm going to answer this one point at a time. Letâs start with you not pegging me as gay. Iâm gay. Completely, and totally. Wouldnât even consider being with a girl. One hundred percent homosexual. Your gaydar is off.â He flicked his forehead gently. âNow, about Stan. Iâve never even considered him. Heâs not gay, and heâs like my brother. That wouldnât even be a possibility for me.â He explained. He thought carefully about how to answer the other part. âYou. I have no idea how to explain that.â He laughed a little. âYouâre just⊠you. You do what you want, and youâre up front with people. You get whatever you want, when you want it. You know how to manipulate people. Youâre my type.â He shrugged, looking at the ceiling. âI like your body too, but Iâm pretty sure you wanted me to explain it in a faggy way.â He laughed a little. âIt has sort of always been you. At least for a while, that is. Youâve been the one Iâve wanted.â He explained, shifting slightly. He was embarrassed. His cheeks were flushed, and he wasnât sure if what he just said explained anything, but he tried. He tried to explain that to him.
Cartman had to force himself to sit quietly while he listened to Kyle explain the whole thing to him. He was somewhat relieved when he described Stan as his brother. The less confident side of himself was put at ease, knowing he didn't have Stan as competition. He was also fairly taken aback at how easily Kyle was able to explain why he liked him, and it was odd hearing things he had never even thought to like about himself. His cheeks reddened furiously when Kyle said he liked his body. He had always considered that to be the most awful part about himself, not that he'd ever say that aloud to anyone. He swallowed, trying to regain his usual cocky demeanour. "How long have you had this gay little crush?" he asked, sending a playful smirk in Kyle's direction.
"Hey Cartman!" Kyle shouted out. "Duck!" He screamed as a basketball hit Cartman in the face. Kyle grinned. He knew that would happen, and it was funny.
Cartman didnât even have time to process what was going on before the basketball hit him in the face, significantly numbing his nose. âWhat the fuck, Kahl?â he spat, aiming a kick at Kyleâs shins and missing by quite the distance. He touched a finger tentatively to his nose to check for damage. âItâs probably bleeding now you asshole!â
He relaxed noticeably, and he was the one who ended up linking their hands together, comfortable. After one day of being together Kyle was already at Ericâs house, laying with him and holding hands. He couldnât care less. Eric and he had never really done things as usual anyways, and that wouldnât stop any time soon, he was sure.
Cartman was relieved to notice Kyle relax significantly beside him and moved closer to him, burying his face in his red curls. He was glad he could be the one to comfort Kyle, especially after being a dick to him for oh so many years. Truth be told, he just didnât want anyone to have any clue as to how he really felt. It probably wasnât the best time for questions, but to hell with it. âKyle⊠can I ask you something?â
Kyle was curious as to why Eric was acting like this. He wasnât used to it at all. It was a nice change. When Eric asked if he could ask Kyle a question it kind of took Kyle off guard, but he responded nonetheless after a moment. âYeah. What is it?â He asked, voice somewhat calmer and more relaxed. This was nice. He never honestly thought heâd had a chance at ever being in this situation. He did though, and that made him happier. Just being near Eric made him happier.
Cartman's heart started beating faster as he considered simply saying 'nevermind' and backing out of asking the question altogether. Eventually, he told himself to man the fuck up and stop being such a pussy. "Why me?" he asked quietly after a moment of silence. "I mean, I wouldn't have pegged you as gay in the first place, but even if you were, I figured Stan would've been your first choice..." he rambled on, internally swearing at himself for becoming so flustered so easily.
⟠((lmao i need to do our thread on my main too imma go do that))
((Have fun friend!!))
13. My muse stripping themselves down
Butters stood in the bathroom, taking off his shirt and humming happily. He walked over to the shower and turned it on, taking off his jeans and checking himself in the mirror, taking off his boxers. He couldnât hear anything from the noise of the shower in the background.
Butters pouted a little âYeah but he came back⊠And Jesus was Jewish anywayâ he mumbled quietly âIt was all a mistake really.. A-Anyway Eric, this should be a good thing!â He exclaimed, standing up and grinning.
Cartman rolled his eyes. He had been doing a lot of that today, but Butters' way-too-optimistic attitude about splitting the school's Christmas party into a Christmas and Hanukkah party annoyed him. "Well it's not," he said, pouting slightly. "It seems like something his fucking mom would do."
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He nuzzled into his chest, smiling. âSleep Eric..so I can tell you again in the morning..â He smiled and laughed, kissing his belly softly.
Cartman nodded, glad to be given the chance to sleep away his dizziness. It didn't take him long to drift into a deep sleep, surprisingly comfortable with Kyle laying on his chest.
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((OHMYGOSH THIS IS SO LATE IM SORRY I DIDNT SEE IT BEFORE I WENT TO BED ALSO NOT SURE WHICH VERSION IS THE REVERSE BC SHIT LIKE THAT CONFUSES ME SO I JUST DID THIS))
Nothing ever fucking happened in this shithole of a town. It was the same shit every single day with the same assholes he always hung around. Cartman decided to ditch them for a day and just walk out by himself, despite all of Kyle's remarks that he was just going to sit on the sofa and stuff his face with cheesy poofs. He was kicking a rock along the sidewalk when he briefly looked up for a second, doing a double take. "Holy shit," he muttered, his jaw dropping as he stared across the street. "Is that Patty fucking Nelson?"
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He giggled and smiled, blushing. âDo you love me Eric?â He asked softly, nuzzling closer to him.
The question caught him off guard, and he was unable to think of a response right away. He was torn between not wanting to look like too much of a fag and not wanting Kyle to lose his current affectionate mood. He settled on a response that wouldnât do either of those things. âI-I donât know⊠Do you love me?â
He nods and blushes. âVery much yes..â He kissed him again and smiled. âI have since Imagionationland..â He giggled.
Cartman's face flushed red at the comment. "Damn, that was like... six or seven years ago?" he whispered, struggling to even figure that much out. Apparently his drunk brain wasn't too good at math either.
⟠((lmao i need to do our thread on my main too imma go do that))
((Have fun friend!!))
13. My muse stripping themselves down
Butters stood in the bathroom, taking off his shirt and humming happily. He walked over to the shower and turned it on, taking off his jeans and checking himself in the mirror, taking off his boxers. He couldnât hear anything from the noise of the shower in the background.
Butters nodded slightly âKay⊠Can you pass me a towel then?â He asked shyly, leaning back against the wall and using both hands to cover himself again. âCause Iâm kinda cold and I dunno if itâs be okay to just casually walked around nakedâŠâ
Cartman rolled his eyes. âNo shit itâs not okay to just walk around naked, asshole,â he muttered, reaching behind him to grab a towel off the back of the door. He handed it to him, getting slightly impatient and tired of waiting to share his news.
Butters whined softly and quickly wrapped it around his waist, sighing with relief and picking up his clothes. He walked back into his bedroom and sat on his bed âWhat do you want Eric?â
Cartman followed Butters back into his bedroom and remained standing while Butters sat down. âChristmas is coming closer and closer, Butters, do you know what that means? It means Hanukkah is also coming. And from what Iâve heard around the school, our dear friend Kyle is trying to organise a Hanukkah celebration instead of a Christmas celebration for all the Jews in the school, complete with candles and dreidels and all the other shit,â he explained, pacing around the room. He didnât know why this pissed him off so much; it just did. Christmas was supposed to be Christmas, and it couldnât be with nearly a quarter of the grade missing for a different celebration.
Butters smiled a little and nodded âThatâs niceâ he said, shifting awkwardly on his bed âI mean if they canât celebrate Christmas then they should get their own little thinâ goinââ he said, nodding a little. When Butters realised this isnât what Cartman wanted to hear he quickly thought up an excuse âYâknow Eric⊠If theyâre off having their Hanukkah party then it means they wonât be disturbing people who celebrate Christmas.. So they wonât be around to annoy youâ he said with a small nod.
Cartman shot him a glare at his enthusiastic response to the dilemma. "No, it's not nice, even if we do manage to get rid of the Jews for an entire day. Because do you know what happens when Jews get together? Do you recall what happened last time Jews got together? They fucking killed Jesus, Butters," he said solemnly. In reality, less people at the traditional Christmas party just meant less people bringing in food, but he had to come up with an explanation to get Butters on his side.
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He giggled and smiled, blushing. âDo you love me Eric?â He asked softly, nuzzling closer to him.
The question caught him off guard, and he was unable to think of a response right away. He was torn between not wanting to look like too much of a fag and not wanting Kyle to lose his current affectionate mood. He settled on a response that wouldn't do either of those things. "I-I don't know... Do you love me?"
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"I am serious EricâŠ" He smiled and brought him into the house and laid him in on the bed before jumping up and cuddling into his arms.
Kyleâs sudden affectionate actions took him a little by surprise, but he enveloped him in his arms anyways, holding him close and tight. âIâm glad you are then,â he said, a drunken, devious grin dancing over his lips.
He smiled and cuddled into him. âYouâre so cuddly..â He smiled happily and kissed him softly.
A pink blush rose to his cheeks, but whether that was from embarrassment or the fact that the alcohol still had a great hold on his system, he wasn't sure. Cartman kissed him back hungrily, and admittedly somewhat sloppily. He wasn't the best kisser to begin with, and being drunk off his ass certainly didn't help.
"Use me as you will."
Eric smirked and raised an eyebrow. âYou sure about that? I can be pretty rough sometimes,â he growled, pinning her against the wall. Though he figured he shouldâve, he didnât pause to watch for her reaction, before kissing up her neck roughly.
"Iâm too tired." She yawns and cuddles up with him. "Youâre too comfortable I donât want to let go."
A soft smile played over his lips as he raised an eyebrow and pulled her closer to him, happy with her response. "Fine by me," he said, feeling somewhat vulnerable over the fact that no one rarely ever got to see him act like a genuine sweetheart. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck, sighing contentedly.