Cartman’s a bear
Marry me
Not until you collab with me you sexy son of a bitch
Dude I love your stories and art and I’m sorry all this crap is getting directed at you. I know I don’t always agree with the way some people hc Kyle or the other characters but that doesn’t ruin my enjoyment and I never harass people over it. And now I’ve started writing my own kyman fanfiction and I owe a lot to you for inspiring me with your awesome work. So uh yeah I guess I just wanted to chime in with the other, more positive, anons. <3
Dude, thanks so much. And thanks to the other people putting positive stuff in my inbox. Theres so many. I’m sorry I didn’t get to answering all of you because I’m p much done with that whole shit show that went down, but just know I read every single ask I got. Love y’all ❤️💚😚
Cartman getting hard-ons for violence in ASOLT reminds me of Francis Begbie from “Trainspotting”, who also gets physically aroused by violence.
He probably reminds you of sadists in general.
dude, your anatomy is improving so much!!! it’s so awesome to see your already great art become better!! keep up the amazing work!
Thanks! I’ve been trying to get better at it with gesture practice. Glad to hear that it’s paying off~ ✌️
this is so good
i was reading the update for ASOLT and when the sex scene between Eric and Kyle came up the song “I’m not gay” started playing on my Spotify.
That’s fuckin amazing man
A commission for @bebebombshell , who wanted atm4 Patty in a new look. I really struggled with the stockings, so I gave the option of Patty without them. Enjoy!
A Series of Left Turns :: Chapter 18
Cartman and I are halfway home, and it’s 11:24 PM, but we’re going at a pretty good pace. Actually, now that I mention it, we’re a few paces away from jogging. Cartman’s leading the way it seems like he really wants to get home.
“Dude, I texted my Mom already. She knows we’re okay, and my Dad’s not even home right now.”
He says nothing. He keeps glancing continuously at the time on his phone.
When the house is finally in view, it’s 11:50 PM. We’re about to cross the street when we both notice someone walking up to the house. It’s difficult to make them out since it’s so late and they’re not near any light.
I put my guard up, of course, but Cartman breaks into a sprint after only a moment passes.
Oh shit.
That’s Liane standing at the front of our lawn.
yummykyman 