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Exchanging gifts

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i didn't realize i could genderbend my own ocs until recently

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OC Valentine's 💛💙

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MY PART for a comic i did along along with @mirrorshards based on @basu-shokikita's fic for BASU'S BIRTHDAYYYYY

this is the first part of the comic so GO CHECK THE REST

READ THE FIC HERE

CHECK THE FULL COMIC HERE

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Happy Vdays! Last week, I posted this fic because my friends had surprised me by drawing a comic about it.

Today, in a very timely fashion, we are letting that comic see the light of day :)

Drawn by @triplefaggot and @mirrorshards, please behold: Toki Wartooth's Guide to Dealing With The Insufferable Individual Known as Skwisgaar Skwigelf, in comic format!!!

Read here

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SMALL preview for my part of the joint comic I did along with @triplefaggot based on @basu-shokikita's fic for her birthday :3

you should read the fic, it's hilarious, find it HERE

and for the full comic check HERE

** I will say that the rest of my part is a bit racy so you've been warned

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36 for skwistok???? 🤭🤭 ur my favorite skwistok writer

Omg thank you? 😳😳😳

From this ask meme

36. (Kiss) to give up control

Skwisgaar couldn't tell what it was. The drugs and alcohol? The exhaustion? The euphoria maybe?

Toki had played so well at tonight's show. Not a single miss, his completely aligned with Skwisgaar's, harmony and melody fusing beautiful into one perfectly constructed sound. It's almost like practicing actually did pay off.

And, for some reason, he looked so different too. He wasn't the usual goofy idiot that couldn't understand double-entendres or would accidentally drop someone's drink while talking, no. He was glowing, oozing confidence in his movements and his self. His smile was so dashing that not even the foam on his top lip only added to his charm.

He felt like a different person.

Or maybe Skwisgaar felt like a different person, admiring the bandmate he was so used to chastising. It was almost embarrassing how easy he was. Toki played like shit for years but didn't fuck it up for once and Skwisgaar suddenly was thinking he might not be the only divine being in Dethklok?

Ridiculous.

He chuckled to himself in disappointment and Toki seemed to notice, his gaze straying away from the groupies flocking around him like cawing birds. His big blue eyes were curious but he flashed a grin, raising his chop at Skwisgaar.

Everything else felt dulled. The noise, the girls, their bandmates...In a room full of people, it felt like they were the only two in it. As Skwisgaar clinked their glasses together, he couldn't help wondering what it would be like, if Toki did this well every night. Where would they be, musically wise or...

Nobody could judge him inside his head yet it was singularly alarming that Skwisgaar had never felt this level of connection with anyone else in his life. If he wasn't as inebriated as it was, it would be scary. Right now, though, it was strangely tempting.

Skwisgaar watched Toki's Adam’s apple bob up and down as he dawned what was probably his third beer of the night. His sharp profile looked so good under the dim, warm lights and the sweaty fabric of his dark blue shirt contoured his toned biceps and pecs. He wasn't the only one that had noticed this, he observed, watching the girls surreptitiously fondle the rhythm guitarist and fawn over his physique.

He couldn't tell if something about his expression gave him away because Toki gently chased the girls away. They left in quiet murmurs, throwing glances at Skwisgaar before merging into a different crowd. Really now, did they forget he was the lead guitarist?

"Tells me how I dids." Toki said with a dopey smile.

"I already dids." Skwisgaar brought the brim of the chopp to his lips. "You did goods."

"You saids greats earliers."

"Twas de post concerts-glow." Skwisgaar retorted though he was incapable of keeping the distant facade tonight. "But ja, you was greats. Sees what happens when you pracktise?"

Toki was too elated to mind the scolding. He dragged his stool closer to Skwisgaar. "Tells me more."

"Don'ts push it."

"Please..." Toki placed his hand on Skwisgaar's forearm, thumb lightly rubbing against his skin.

He would've pulled away, but something drew him in, instead. "I...cants stop thinkings it 'bout it." He confessed, his eyes trailing on an undefined point of Toki's chest. "How we sounds togedors. It ams like magicks." Unconsciously, Skwisgaar raised his gaze to Toki's lips.

"Hah, yous lookins at mine-"

"No, I donts."

"Yes, you ams!"

"No, I-" Skwisgaar cut himself short when he realized how close Toki had gotten. He was so handsome, so stupidly handsome, with the half-lidded eyes and the parted lips in a crooked smile.

He knew Toki wouldn't reject him. In fact he had seen it in Toki's eyes, countless times over the years. Skwisgaar had always felt indifferent about it or at least he wanted to believe he did. Everyone looked at him like that anyway, it wasn't special.

So why did it felt so special now? Why did his insides burn at the sight of those adoring blue eyes? Why was his chest aching with pride for Toki? Why did his thoughts felt impossible to suppress tonight?

"Kom hit..." Toki whispered, his hand now grabbing Skwisgaar's arm to bring him closer.

Skwisgaar chuckled while shaking his head. If he was going to let his impulses get the better of him, might as well do it on his own terms. "Du, kom hit." He said, pulling Toki by the neck of his shirt. The surprise on Toki's eyes pleased him and he closed his own to let their mouth meet.

They had barely locked lips before it turned into an open-mouthed kiss, tongue and teeth involved. It was intense and desperate and it would've been funny how quickly Toki was gripping at Skwisgaar's elbows, urging to bring him closer if Skwisgaar wasn't fighting the desire to do exactly the same.

Surprisingly, it was Toki who broke it off when they were still getting used to each other’s movements. Breathlessly, he asked, "Comes to mine rooms?" His cheeks were darkened, barely conceived hunger in his gaze.

Every other day, Skwisgaar would’ve told him off. Tonight, though, he smiled. “Only if you shows me more of dat playingks.”

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don't think you're getting away with not doing 48 for the kiss meme 😏 for skwistok ofc

Wasn't planning to evade my Skwistok responsibilities!

From this ask meme

48. (Kiss) out of habit

They were watching a black and white, Eastern Europe film on their projector screen. Being rich had many advantages, one of them being able to avoid regular jack-offs while still doing regular jack-off shit like watching pictures.

At some point, Skwisgaar had settled his back against Toki's chest, his undivided attention still on the film. Way less invested, Toki worked on downing the remains of popcorn from their bucket. The crunching of his teeth drowned the quiet music during a particularly revealing scene but Skwisgaar didn't seem to mind.

Instead, he nuzzled against Toki, as if he was searching for the perfect position with his favorite pillow. It was a little endearing, not to mention downright adorable. Fondly, Toki wrapped his arms around Skwisgaar's abdomen, causing his black shirt to only marginally slide up. He grazed the bare skin with his fingertips as he lovingly nestled his face in the crook of Skwisgaar's neck.

It seemed to actually help Skwisgaar find the right spot, supporting the back of his head on Toki's sturdy shoulder. "She totallies ams in a pickle, now." He commented, referring to the main protagonist's struggles.

"Mmh..." Toki hummed, inhaling Skwisgaar's neck. Gently, one hand pressed against the overused fabric while the other played with the hem of the shirt.

"Now she has to choose betweens her countries and her sons...eider way she ams fuckeds.“ Skwisgaar said, unusual empathy in his voice. "Dats communisms for yous."

Toki opened his eyes to see the middle-aged woman crying on her knees. "I thinks she kills her elves cause she donts wants to picks." He said, too entranced with Skwisgaar's presence to feign any emotion.

"How you knows dat?" Skwisgaar turned to him, and their faces were so close to each other Toki was tempted to kiss his.

"I reads the plots when I downloads the-"

Skwisgaar gasped loudly, breaking away from Toki with a judgemental stare. "Tokes! Ams you spoilingks me?!"

"It ams a 60 year olds movies!"

"Ands?"

Skwisgaar glared at him for a moment before cracking a smile. "Kiddingks. I reads dat too when I looks de movies onlines."

Offended, Toki pursed his lips. "You ams means to Tokis."

"Pfft." Skwisgaar was still smiling. "Littol Tokes cants take a joke anymores?"

Toki sighed as Skwisgaar settled against him again. He was right, kind of. There was no reason for Toki to be so tense around Skwisgaar, it's not like they were rivals anymore. Plus, Skwisgaar actually liked him.

Right?

"Ams dere any sodas left?" Skwisgaar asked, eyes glued to the screen.

Toki shook the steel bottle. "Noes."

"Ams gonna gets some." Skwisgaar got up and headed to the kitchen. The sudden emptiness made Toki feel so weirdly alone.

He glanced at his hands, trying not to let insecurity get the best of him again yet feeling the dread creep on him inevitably. Did Skwisgaar even like him? Or was he just playing with him? Was he just another forgettable toy in Skwisgaar's life, soon to be discarded when Skwisgaar got bored? Would Skwisgaar even-

"Backs." Skwisgaar announced. Their eyes locked and eventually Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow. "Well, ams you gonna moves or?"

"Oh, sorries." Toki made space for Skwisgaar to sit between his legs again.

"Thank yous." Skwisgaar resumed his earlier position and sighed. After a few seconds, he turned to kiss Toki on the lips before he returned his attention on the screen.

It was such a small, brief gesture but Toki couldn't help but feel as if his soul was returning to his body. He had gotten so used to the current state of their relationship that he had almost forgotten how precious it was. How unimaginable the idea of Skwisgaar casually kissing him would've been for him a few years ago.

Smiling, Toki tucked the golden wavy strands of hair behind Skwisgaar's ear and pressed their cheeks together in a new hug. He could feel the curvature of Skwisgaar's smile against his skin as he welcomed the hug.

He never wanted to take this happiness for granted.

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It's true she's even on vacation and we still forced her

but forreal it's legit SO FUNNY. easily one of my fave mtl fics she wrote. anyone who loves toki being a weird gremlin should go read it

My friends @mirrorshards and @triplefaggot are holding me at gunpoint to post this Skwistok fic so here I am, doing that, on my birthday.

If you like Toki being a weird and obsessed Skwisgaarfucker in denial you will like this. :)

Link below:

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BASUUUU 🎁🎊🎈🎉🥳🥳🥳

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BASUUUU

Here is your DARKEST FANTASY made real by @mirrorshards and me

Guess who drew who hehehahhuh

xoxo Basu we love u forevors and evors <3

@basu-shokikita @basu-shokikita @basu-shokikita @basu-shokikita

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skwisface 46?

Ohh, that's a good one!

46. (Kiss) out of envy or jealousy

Murderface tapped his feet with annoyance. It had been, what, two hours? Three hours? Yeah, three hours of this!

Three hours of trying to watch TV, and he just couldn't because two fucking idiots kept mumbling and giggling next to him. Why couldn't they go any other place? Mordhaus was fucking huge, so big that he wasn't even sure how many rooms it actually had. And they decided to be annoying right next to him? When he was just minding his business? Minding his violent news business?

Why was everybody always out to fucking get him?

"Ehem!" Murderface cleared his throat, a distinctive sign for anyone with a shred of class to figure out they needed to quiet down.

A couple of blue eyes laid of him, he could tell. Yet, instead of reading the room, they resumed the chatting moments after.

It wasn't even the good kind of chatting anyway. It was too loud to go unnoticed but too low to understand what they were saying. What was the point of gossiping in the living room if they weren't even going to share?! Dicks!

Murderface side-eyed the guitarists, hoping to cast some kind of divine punishment onto them for the crime of interrupting his leisure time.

Toki was whispering something into Skwisgaar's ear and Skwisgaar laughed, muttering something incomprehensible. They were looking at a magazine though Murderface couldn't tell what it was about from his angle. That only made it more annoying.

What was up with them anyway? Didn't they hate each other or something? Wasn't he Toki's best friend after all? That's what Toki said, it's not like he cared but why get so drunk and emotional about their friendship and then act like Murderface wasn't there just because Skwisgaar existed?!

What was so great about Skwisgaar? Yeah, he was...not bad-looking and he was okay with guitar, so what?! Did that make him better than everyone else? Did that make him superior to the human race? Who did he think he was?! Did he think being attractive gave him a pass to do everything he wanted? To treat Murderface like shit? To steal his best friend?! Well he was going to see!

They were both going to see!

Feeling empowered, Murderface got up and strode towards them. The stupid duo looking up in confusion, which only made him feel better.

"Ha!" He snatched the magazine off Skwisgaar's hands and threw it on Toki's face.

"Aw!" Toki whined from the smack, his face reddened. "Whys you-"

"Eugh!" Skwisgaar flinched when Murderface grabbed him by the cheeks. "Whats the-"

Gracelessly, Murderface smacked their lips together. Skwisgaar did a surprised noise against him while Toki loudly gasped in reaction.

“Heh." He smirked as he wiped his lips. It had lasted less than 3 seconds which officially made it not gay.

Skwisgaar’s jaw had comically dropped, wide eyes gawking at Murderface in disbelief. Total defeat, he observed smugly.

Toki, already red, turned redder and stood up. “And whats the fucks ams your problems?!”

“My problem isch that you guysch wouldn’t schut up scho I had to take the matter into my handsch.” He crossed his arms defiantly.

Skwisgaar was staring at his hands like he had never seen them before, his mouth still open from shock. It almost made Murderface flustered. Was the kiss that good?

Almost, because he wasn't gay.

"Y-You can'ts does thats!" Toki stammered, still mad. "Thats-"

"Schaysch who?" Murderface spat. "He totally liked it!" He pointed at Skwisgaar.

"Huh?" Toki grimaced, then followed Murderface's finger. "Skwisgaar?" He asked, when he saw the guitarist unresponsive.

For some reason, Skwisgaar was laying on the sofa with his eyes closed and hair sprawled all over his face, his body seemingly limp. No matter how many times Toki shook him, he wasn't moving.

"Skwisgaar! Skwisgaar!" Toki sat next to him in a panic. "Oh noes, I think he faints! Helps, Skwisgaars ams dyings!" He yelled at no one in particular and it reminded Murderface of Peanuts.

Satisfied, he left the scene as a couple of Klokateers arrived with a stretcher.

He really was a goddamn good kisser.

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kiss prompt plz: 22 buttman

pleas basu senpai <3<3<3<3 ik youre into twinks rn but pls consider a bald guy and a fat fuck orz

What if I wrote Pickleface instead-

Okay, fine, anon. But only cause I love you.

22. (Kiss) in a rush of adrenaline

"Run, Butters, run!" Cartman barely glanced from his shoulder.

"Oh, hamburgers!" Butters shouted in panic, narrowly avoiding the gunfire.

Shots from emerging from every possible direction, the duo bolted in the search for an escape. Rushing through street hallways and dead ends, they eventually hid behind a car and waited for the swarm of enraged criminals to run past them.

Cartman peaked from the driver seat window. "I think we made it."

"I'm gonna get grounded..." Butters covered his face in shame.

"Butters, you're 17. You can't get grounded anymore."

"I can't?"

"Pssht, no?" Cartman rolled his eyes. "Just kick their asses. You're old enough."

"But that will get me more-"

"Shh!" Cartman covered Butters' mouth with his hand. Nearby, there was a couple of voices talking.

"How much did they get away with?"

"About a million..."

"Oh, shit, the boss is gonna kill them!"

"Yeah, they're fucked!"

Butters barely registered the rest of the conversation, his body shutting down from fear. What had they done? They just about enraged the biggest mafia in town. There was no way they'd get out alive from this one.

They had really gone too far this time.

"Butters, Jesus, you're trembling." Cartman said once the guys were out of earshot.

"W-We're gonna die, Eric..." Butters said, looking down in despair.

"What? No, we're not." Cartman opened the money bag, as if to check the contents were still inside.

"Y-Yeah, they're going to kidnap us and torture our families-a-and then they're going to kill them in front of us...and then we're-"

"Butters, I have a plan, okay!" Cartman seemed almost bored with Butters' vivid fantasy.

"You do?"

"Yeah, so shut the fuck up and help me get this money out of here!" Cartman stood up then crouched again behind the car. "We gotta go while it's safe!"

"B-But it's not really-"

"Butters, I swear on my life I won't let anything happen to you, okay?" Cartman cut him off. "I already send an anonymous tip to the police, they should be here in about 5 minutes, so we need to go now. There's a tunnel I carved myself about a block away from here. It's gonna take us right to the school gym and we'll hide the money in the lockers until Monday. And, yeah, we'll climb over the school fences, I already put the stool aside from art class for it. It was to easy to convince Ms. Richard that I was going to do an art installation in my house this weekend." He snorted with disdain. "Stupid bitch."

Butters' eyes went wide, the admiration dawning on him like the sunset in the sky. "Eric..." He said, standing up as well. "You really did think of everything..."

His friend raised an eyebrow at him. "You think I was gonna rob a bunch of gang members without a strategy?"

"No, but..." Butters twiddled his thumbs smiling. "You're amazing..."

The fear inside him had suddenly turned into some kind of thrill, an elation that he couldn't explain. Whereas seconds before he was worried he might die, he was now he was excited, euphoric to be here.

With him.

Impulsively, Butters gave Cartman a peck. It had only been a millisecond though, when he realized what was doing. He pulled away with a stutter. "I..."

"What the hell, Butters?" Cartman looked positively dumbfounded.

"S-Sorry..." Butters wiped his mouth, feeling his face heat up regardless.

"Don't get gay on me." Cartman said, though he didn't sound really angry about it. There was a whistle in the distance. "That's our cue! Don't forget the money!" He said before bolting away.

With certain effort, Butters lifted the bag and started running behind him. A part of him wondered why he did that, why he suddenly felt like kissing Cartman.

But, well, maybe that was a worry for another day.

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how do i make tumblr to stop suggesting posts to me it's not even based on tags i follow anymore

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Skwistok 7 or 41 I think would be interesting 🤭

Hell yes I wanted to do 7 for these two

7. (Kiss) to shut them up

It was just another morning, Skwisgaar was peacefully fretting in his room and looking at the wolves prance around the snow, his mind a whirlwind of irrelevant thoughts that didn't last more than 5 seconds each. Suddenly, the door was violently slammed open, startling him.

He turned around to see an angry Toki standing at the doorframe, arms crossed and a deep crease between his brows. Before Skwisgaar could ask what was it, Toki pointed a finger at him accusingly.

"Yous lyins to Toki!" He said, like it was a matter of fact.

Skwisgaar had been on a really long string and he didn't want to stop now, so he kept fretting as he asked, "Whats?"

"You-You says we were eggsclusives and yous still seeings sluts!" It was as his face was reddening with each word, body trembling from anger. "You liars!"

Skwisgaar was pretty sure he had never used that word to define them, too much unnecessary weight to it, but he had not sleeping with people that weren't Toki in a long time, either.

At least not that he could remember.

"Eugh, ams not seeing any sluts." He countered.

"Not trues! Moidaface says he saws you searching for gmilfs online!"

"I was deleting my gmilfs folders- waits a minute, Moidaface?" He felt his fingers hit a wrong note, though he continued playing.

"Ja, he says yous cheatings on me!"

Skwisgaar narrowed his eyes, his playing hastening to reflect his emotional state. "And you believes him. Moidaface."

"Wells, he ams mine friends and cares abouts me!" Toki shouted from across the room. "Unlikes you!"

"He loves makings de dramas Toki. For de laughs." Skwisgaar shook his head. "He ams totallies prankinks you."

Toki blinked in dismay and Skwisgaar could tell he had become aware of his idiocy. Yet, his stubbornness could more and he glared at Skwisgaar like he was real the culprit. "Thats nots true!"

"Ja, it is." Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. "Now gets in here insteads of yellingks likes a dildo."

"I-I hates you!" Toki stammered angrily, walking in Skwisgaar's direction.

As en exercise, Skwisgaar tried to match his playing to Toki's pace. "Okays."

"I hates you a lots!" Toki claimed, still getting closer.

"Shores."

"And I donts likes you no mores!"

Skwisgaar smirked. "I thinks you gots it backsways."

Toki stood in front of him, trying to appear imposing. Shimmery eyes were looking up at him, trembling lips pressed together. "You donts even likes Toki."

"Heugh, whos lyingks now?"

"Yous!" Toki swayed forward dangerously. "You wonts even stops pla-"

Skwisgaar grabbed him by the shoulders, watching the way Toki seemed to lost track of his words.

"W-Whats ams you-"

Unresponsively, Skwisgaar moved Toki to the side, so that his back was to the wall and his front facing Skwisgaar. "Dats betters." He nodded to himself.

Irate, Toki tried to shove him away but Skwisgaar caught his wrist in the air with one hand, the other supporting his weight against the wall as he leaned in to lock their lips together.

Toki whined against Skwisgaar's mouth but lowered his arm, allowing for Skwisgaar to press him against the wall. Satisfied, Skwisgaar messed with him some more before pulling back, the way an artist would to look at his work.

Like a deer in the headlights, Toki's face was flushed pink for an entirely different reason, his lips semi-parted as if they were missing Skwisgaar's. And his gaze was somewhere far, far away from Mordhaus.

"You knows you can acks me to seduscke you normallies, rights?" Skwisgaar said, removing the guitar off himself. "Or if you wants roleplays, I'm downs with dats, too."

It took a few seconds, but eventually Toki recovered his motor skills. Instead of yapping back, he frowned, arms wrapping around Skwisgaar instead. "I gets scares you gets boreds wif me..." He confessed.

"Pfft." Skwisgaar gently rubbed the top of Toki's head. "Dats imposskibles. Yous too impredictables."

Toki laughed softly. "Goods..."

"Hm..." Skwisgaar glanced at the ceiling. "Does you wants to pranks Moidaface backs?"

"Ja."

Skwisgaar smiled. "I has an ideas."

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Hello hello, I saw the kiss prompt post and I wanted to ask you the most unoriginal scenario ever:

Kyman 7

pls ty ilu bless <3

Oh, you naughty little anon, fine

7. (Kiss) to shut them up

"It just makes me mad!"

"I know."

"You know, you take the time to teach your kids to respect others, to be tolerant of differences, to be good people-"

"I know."

"And then comes a show that undoes all that!"

"I know!"

"All those talks I had with Ezra and Leah about being polite and well-behaved! For what?! All they do is curse and scream at everyone now!"

"Well, it's probably a phase."

"What is the fucking point of trying so hard to be a good parent if a stupid cartoon can destroy all your efforts?!"

"Kyle."

"We should- We should talk about this!" Kyle slammed the table. "We should talk to the school or- We should talk to someone!"

"Kyle?"

"They can't do this to our children! We have to fight back!"

"Kyle."

"We have to resist!"

"Kyle!"

"What?" Kyle turned to his husband.

Cartman planted a kiss on his lips. "You're starting to sound like your mother, you know that?" He smiled.

"What?" Kyle grimaced. "No, I don't."

"Mhm."

"I do?"

"Yep."

"Oh, God, you're right..." Kyle held onto his head with dawning despair. "You're right..."

"There, there." Cartman pulled him into a hug that Kyle did not fight against. "Let's just dial it back a little, okay?"

Kyle was muffled. "Okay."

"The kids will screw up and learn, just like we did." Cartman continued. "You know my 10 year old wouldn't have thought I'd turn into a rabbi, right?"

Pulling back, Kyle snorted. "Dumb tubby didn't know what was coming."

"Hey!"

"Sorry." Kyle said though he was still chuckling.

Lovingly, Cartman cupped Kyle's face. "You sandy ginger bitch."

"Fuck you!" Kyle hurled though there was no malice in his tone. "I get it, though. I won't try to start a war with the Brits."

"Oh, you can." Cartman said. "Just not over that cartoon, it's not worth it."

"It's not even funny! It's just one crass joke after another! It's like they're trying to offend every minority they can!"

Cartman was giggling. "Yeah, I gotta say we totally had better taste back then."

"Obviously."

They stared outside the window at the kids playing in the garden. Despite all the yelling and cursing, they seemed to be having fun.

Kyle was still nervous, though. "Do you think they'll be fine?"

From the corner of his eye, he saw Cartman smile. "Yeah, they will."

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not their first meeting, but the one that mattered ✨

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for your drabble kiss thing- skwistok as 17 or 48 🤭

I don't wanna post 2 drabbles in one ask so you're getting 17 for now :3

17. (Kiss) to distract

Toki grumbled against the smooth skin of Skwisgaar's (non existent) bicep. "It ams so nices likes this..."

"Lets me go, Toki." Skwisgaar said, though he sounded amused.

"Noes." Came the muffled reply.

"We both needs to gets up."

Toki shook his head in refusal.

Skwisgaar sighed. "Tokes..."

"Just a bits more!" Toki raised his head, displaying big puppy eyes at Skwisgaar. "Just a bits!"

"Eugh..."

Before Skwisgaar even said anything, Toki buried his face in the pale white chest. Skwisgaar was so skinny and yet so soft in the places that mattered. Face nuzzling against small breasts, Toki mumbled. "Oh, thanks you, mercifuls gods..."

"Dat betters be addreskeds to mes."

Toki didn't reply, just surrounded Skwisgaar's waist in a tight hug while humming. He could stay forever like this, their bodies pressed together in warm silence. Nothing else was needed. This was his happy place.

It hadn't been nearly enough time when he felt Skwisgaar move again. "Okej, let's goes."

"Noooo!" Toki kicked his feet in despair.

Skwisgaar was chuckling now. "You ams actingks likes a childrens whats cants stay at the candies store."

"Thats exactlies what it ams likes!" Toki pouted. "Ams at de best stores in de woilds and de owners kicks me outs..."

"Ams not kickings you outs..." Skwisgaar placed a hand on top of Toki's head fondly. "We just gots to practis-"

"Ahhh!!!" Toki covered his ears. "Stops sayins that woirds! Stops!"

"Alrights-" When Skwisgaar attempted to rip Toki away from him, the latter just grabbed his wrists instead. With a quick movement, he was pining Skwisgaar down on the sofa.

Toki was pleased by the surprise on his expression. "Cant's goes anywhere nows."

Skwisgaar's eyelids covered about half of his eyes. "You knows de bands ams waitingks for us, ja?"

He didn't enjoy Skwisgaar mentioning other people when it was just the two of them right now. "Wells, dey ams gonna has to keep waitings."

"Tok-" The word got stuck in Skwisgaar's throat when Toki pressed their lips together. It only took him an instant before he was reciprocating and they awkwardly rolled on the sofa.

It was a mess of limbs and strands of hair as they made out. Toki massaged Skwisgaar's neck to relax him while his other hand caressed his bony side. Any reluctance Skwisgaar had left melted away with Toki's gently touch and he laid his weight on top of Toki to hold him closer.

Cheekily, Toki toyed with the waistband of Skwisgaar's already undone pants to test his reaction. The following grind seemed to be a response on its own, but before Toki got to shove his hand inside-

"Stops!" Skwisgaar abruptly broke it off, his brow furrowed. "I gotsa goes!" Adjusting his pants, he sat up.

Toki groaned, dropping his arms in the armrest. "Yous still on thats..."

Disapprovingly, Skwisgaar finished buttoning up his pants and got on his feet. "Well, ams you comingks?"

Wordlessly, Toki pursed his lips.

"Whats?"

"Only if you gives me a littol kiss." Toki said, still pouting.

"Seriouslies?"

"Mhm."

"Eugh." Skwisgaar rolled his eyes but leaned down to have their mouths meet. When their lips were about to graze each other, he pulled back. "Kiddings. Ams not fallings for dat agains."

"Whats?!" Toki's eyes opened at once to see Skwisgaar walking away. "Skwisgaar!"

"Heugheugh...guess you gotsa comes to practisce now, heugh?" Skwisgaar said before disappearing through the door.

Angrily, Toki got up to follow him.

There was only so many times he could distract Skwisgaar from practice.