#south park Henrietta

[candiiskool]

There’s nothing that can stop you from becoming popular! … LAR!! Laaa laaaa laaaaaaaaa la-

[alexxness]

Rot and Assimilate 💀

[hamzatm]

Goth kids !!!

[gloriousm-archive]

Imagine being a conformist. Pfft, couldn't be her

[jackalopes-pen]

Experimenting

Summary: Henrietta questions her sexuality and decides to figure it out the old fashioned way. In practice.

Characters: Henrietta Biggle | Michael (Tall Goth)

Word Count: 535

A/N: We're back, we have content. I really need to update other fics atm but take for now while I play catchup and try to transfer an entire fic to AO3

Henrietta had never really questioned her sexuality. She slowly came to this realisation as she read poetry in her room. She had never asked that question despite consistently being bullied and mocked for likely being a lesbian. Maybe she simply always figured she was straight because no one ever really peaked her interest. In fairness, she was never looking in the first place. After all, her standards leaned towards alternative people, not some conformist jock or cheerleader. She started to wonder if there was a way she could test this. 

An idea slowly popped into her head. The conformists often claimed she was dating Michael. It made sense in theory, since the two of them were the sort of leaders of their group. Well... leaders-ish. Power structure in a group dynamic is for conformist assholes who feel like they have no power over their life and take it on their loved ones. Whatever- that's a different tangent. She decided to text him and see if he’d be just willing enough to humour it.

“Hey, would you kiss me?” Henrietta texted Michael, nervous. Why did she phrase it like that? That's so awkward. He would probably think it as spam or her dumb little brother. She waited for a while before he finally responded.

“Ig.” Michael responded

It wasn’t promising, but it was consent. She texted him to come over to her house. They lived across the street from each other, so it wasn’t a hassle by any means. All that made it longer was his limp. She just sat in her room and waited for three knocks. Henrietta found it weird how calculated he is. It was always three knocks or always placing his pencil in the same way. Maybe it was just some kind of neurodivergence. 

Knock Knock Knock 

“Yeah?” Henrietta shouted at the door. 

“I’m here.” Michael deadpanned. He walked in, closing the door after him, and leaning against his usual spot on her bed frame.

“I know it sounds super conformist, but I just didn’t think about this kind of thing. Y’know it’s not super goth to think about love so I just didn’t.” Henrietta said, kind of rambling. She was kind of making an excuse for herself as to why she asked him to be here.  She knows he doesn't give a shit. However, in her mind, she needs justification for asking her best friend to kiss her.

“Okay. So why am I here? Just for you to experiment?” Michael said. 

“I was wondering if you would kiss me. Just- just to test and see if I’m straight or not. I don’t know what else to do.” Henrietta admitted, clearly a bit ashamed. Her cheeks turned a soft pink under her white foundation.

Michael moved forward and tipped her chin up. He seems almost bored at the idea but willing. “So… just kiss you?”

“Yeah.” Henrietta whispered out.

“Okay.” Michael hummed against her lips.

Michael closed the gap and kissed her lips. His lips were soft and warm, but it felt so gross. It felt like kissing her brother or maybe a stranger. but definitely someone she shouldn't be kissing. They both quickly pulled away. Henrietta grabbed a mint from her dresser and popped it in. 

“That was awful.” she said clearly, still reeling from it. She even gagged slightly from it.

“I’m never doing that again.” Michael said, trying to maintain his facade of apathy, but failing as his body compulsively gagged.

“Wait- you… hated it too?” Henrietta laughed slightly, amused.

“... yeah.” Michael said kinda sheepishly.

Their silence hung in the air like a tense balloon. The quiet realisation of their orientations setting in. Maybe in the back of their minds they quietly figured they were straight but any inclination of that was shattered.

“We will never speak of this again.” Henrietta stated firmly.

“Agreed.” Michael said quickly, offering his hand to seal the deal.

They shook, and from that day forward if anyone asked they said simply were gay and that was not up for debate.

[starrymako]

Some requests from Instagram 💖

[stellarxkid]

[witchyariii]

Henrietta from South Park redesign!!

I recently joined a South Park server, and got declared as “edgy”, so here’s the edge lord herself!! (sorry for the slow updates lol!!)

[gender-thief2]

people are bad at drawing cartman fat but they’re so much worse with henrietta😭

[candiiskool]

Look over your shoulder, I’m back from the dead.

[coco-rorelle]

(3/4) 1hr 18mins

[xxcarbontabbyxx]

Based on a time me and my bestie were playing a lil sp rp game on roblox and were approached by a random pete while they we're afk

[0rca-waiil]

Western/Cowboy AU Henrietta!! She’s the town Mortician!

[kay-bot-bug]

HELTER SKELTER🩸🥀

(Crappy redraw from 2022!!)

[hyperfixatingtime]

The goth kids>>>>

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

PLS MORE LESBIAN HENRIETTA I LOVE HER

I LOVE HENRIETTA AND I WILL GIVE MY LIFE FOR HER TO BE REAL AND IN MY ARMS RIGHT THIS MOMENT

She’s just so feisty but it’s so endearing 😩

I hope you enjoy!

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The sun shined brightly through the dark curtains, casting beams of light across the silent room. The only sound emanating from the room were the soft snores of the two figures fast asleep in the bed. Two figures that came together as one, their arms and legs curled around each other, bodies almost impossibly close as they slumbered away, seemingly unaware of the world outside of their dreams. The room was warm, comfortable and it seemed like time stood still in that very moment.

A shrill alarm cut through the silence, and it was quickly turned off by a hand that popped out from under the covers. The extremity was quick to snatch itsself back under the covers, but the body it came from didn’t make an effort to sit up from the mattress. Instead, she tucked herself further into the chest of the other figure, indulging themselves in the peaceful morning cuddles they were in. She took in the scent of the woman that was in their arms, a lazy smile crossing her face as she pulled back slowly, careful not to wake the woman beside her.

Moving the covers back, you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and throwing your arms up to stretch your back. Releasing a yawn, you looked down to your side to see Henrietta, whose closed eyes were covered by a purple satin sleep mask. With gentle fingers, you brushed a few strands of her raven locks from her face, smiling down at your sleeping beauty. Removing the covers from your lower body, you gently rotated your body, setting your feet on the floor and standing from the mattress. Grabbing your night robe that was hung on your side of the headboard, you threw it on and quickly tied the string around your waist. Leaning over the mattress to press a soft kiss to Henrietta’s forehead, you silently giggled as she tucked the comforter closer around her.

Making your way around the room, you opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. A shiver rolled through your body, goosebumps raising over your skin as the cool air hit your frame. You stifled another yawn and you began your trek to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and start on breakfast. When you arrived to your destination, you started the coffee and then bumbled around, grabbing the ingredients to begin making pancakes. Turning to the bluetooth speaker that was resting on the counter of the kitchen, you opened your playlist of 80’s music that you curated with Henrietta and set the volume low enough to not disturb her.

Humming to a random Queen song that was playing, you began stirring together the ingredients for your breakfast, hips and shoulders bouncing periodically to the tune of the song playing. Moving to the pan you had placed on the stove, you began pouring in some of the batter, making a few different piles of pancakes before setting the bowl down. The song ended and changed to Cyndi Lauper, and you could help but begin singing to the tune, throwing a mini dance party in the kitchen as the pancakes began to turn a golden brown. Grabbing your spatula, you flipped the cakes over, smiling as you managed to not mess one up like you normally did. Just as you set the spatula down, you felt a pair of arms come from behind you, wrapping around your stomach and squeezing you gently.

You knew Henrietta had finally woken up without even having to look at her, and you shimmied yourself around until you were facing your love. Her sleep mask was pulled up, brushing her bangs out of her face. She had on her satin robe, the fabric slipping off one of her shoulders and exposing the strap of her night gown. Her hair was a messed, standing wild with stray wisps surrounding her head like some kind of wicked halo. You smiled warmly, cupping her face and pressing your soft kisses all over her skin. Henrietta let the assault happen, a laugh beginning to spill from her lips.

“Good morning, darling.” you whispered, pressing one last, chaste kiss against her lips. Your girlfriend hummed, grabbing 2 coffee mugs and making a beeline to the freshly brewed pot of coffee. You turned back to the stove, worried that you were burning your breakfast, sighing in relief when you saw that they had just finished cooking. Sliding them from the pan to a serving plate, you turned the stove off, placing the rest of the batter into the fridge and grabbing two plates and forks before making your way to the dining room table with the fluffy cakes. Setting the table, you filled your’s and Henrietta’s plates, setting them down beside each other. The ravenette appeared from the kitchen holding the 2 coffees in one hand, and a bottle of maple syrup in the other.

Sitting beside you, she placed the items in her hands down, moving your coffee cup to your area before wasting no time in digging in, a noise of satisfaction coming from her throat as she indulged herself in your food. You giggled, pressing a kiss to her temple before tucking into your own plate, wolfing down the hotcakes happily. Finishing rather quickly, the two of you reached for your coffees, enjoying the first sip of the liquid gold maybe a little too much. Taking a moment to let everything settle, you scooted your seat back, collecting all of the used dishes and making your way back to the kitchen. Henrietta followed like a lost puppy, much snugglier in the morning than she was when she was fully awake.

Setting the plates in the sink, you heard “Maneater” from Hall and Oates begin to play on the radio, a smile splitting your face as you turned to look at Henrietta. She shot you a playfully annoyed look, shaking her head. Grabbing her hand, you pulled her into the middle of the kitchen, wrapping your free arm around her waist, placing your hand on the small of her back before you began to sway gently with her to the music. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders, and she followed suit. This was the song that played on your first date with her. You deemed it your song, and even though she pretended to hate it, you’d walk into her office and hear her humming the chorus, a groan rising from her throat at the aggravation of the song being stuck in her head.

Back to the present, you rested your forehead against her’s, mumbling the lyrics while looking into Henrietta’s, pressing soft kisses to her lips with every instrumental break and just reveling in the tender moment that you were sharing with her. She returned your affections, reciprocating your kisses with tenderness, nuzzling her nose against yours. As the sun rose higher and the song began to end, you stayed like this in the kitchen, thankful to whomever made it possible you were sharing your morning dance party with the woman in your arms.