Some crappy Kyman sketches
I need to line and color these but can’t right now cuz I have other stuff with deadlines *sigh* There is not enoigh quality Kyle/Cartman on the internet to satisfy my needs and I hate it. My own doesn’t countI can’t draw eyebrows
Sneak peak into tomorrow’s update, it’s gonna be probably about 4-5 pages.
Also I’m basically done with school, finals feel like nothing surprisingly, so I’ll be updating a whole lot more now 👌
new Au, I think
Kyle Deer and Eric raccoon, yeah,,,,,,,,,,
бля короче для русич коммьюнити, это олень кахл и енот эрик
типа неки но не неки, там своя история которую распишу чуть позже
Deer Kyle will always be the best Kyle
This is a super cute idea!
hmmmm…another sketches, why not?
¯_(ツ)_/¯
I finally painted the girls. ┐(￣∀￣)┌ (проблемы яойщицы…рисует одних пацанов)
well, what else to say…
❤
I LOVE KYMAN
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This one was a real roller coaster to write. Brace yourself for a whole lot of emotions!
“I dunno, Jew. They might’ve still heard. It’s super quiet out there…” Cartman says, still looking at the door with a frown.
“…I don’t want to go check,” I admit.
Cartman laughs softly. “They’re your parents. If I went out there they’d probably take it a lot worse.”
I purse my lips. “…Let’s just stay here a little longer and see what happens.”
Cartman looks at me and shrugs. “Sure, okay.” He starts to stand up, pausing for a moment and scoffing at his own mess in his lap. He takes his boxers and quickly wipes over it. “Better unlock the door.” He says quietly. “It’s gonna be suspicious if they come up now and it’s locked.”
Before I can respond he’s off the bed, heading towards the door. I stare at him, then sigh and mimic his gross method of ‘cleaning’. Well. Guess he’s not much of a cuddler when he’s awake.
He goes to unlock the door, and then we go back to arranging boxes like we did before. It’s hard to be too on edge in my haze. I really hope nobody heard us, though.
A sudden, insistent knock at the door does get me to be a lot more anxious.
My eyes dart to Cartman. He’s frozen in place like me.
Maybe it’s just my Dad checking up on our progress. We’re probably fine. We weren’t that loud, we just sounded loud in each other’s ears.
The knock comes again, a little louder this time.
Shit. Why would they knock twice instead of just coming in unless they thought we were doing something?
yummykyman 