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South Park Kink Meme
This is a kink meme for South Park. It's fun and easy!
People comment anonymously with their prompts. Then, others write fic or make art based on the prompts and post their creations in response to the original prompt comment below!
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1. Please do not fight about ships or content in your prompts.
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Temp Note 7/30/22: I've had to turn on comment screening because of spamming, but prompts have been great otherwise, so keep 'em coming if you got 'em. Comment screening just means I have to hit a button for them to appear. Please see the FAQ post if you have any questions!
Please click here for a shortcut to the latest fills and prompts on this post!
There's also an index post with links to all the fills and prompts for easy access!
People comment anonymously with their prompts. Then, others write fic or make art based on the prompts and post their creations in response to the original prompt comment below!
Guidelines:
1. Please do not fight about ships or content in your prompts.
2. Hit "Post a new comment" if you'd like to leave a prompt, and hit "Reply to this" beneath the prompt you'd like to fill if you're filling a prompt
It's traditional to write the fic in the replies, but you can leave external site links too (such AO3 for fic, or privatter for art).
3. Please see this example prompt if you need guidance! Prompts don't have to be elaborate; please just try to give writers/artists enough to work with ^~^
- Here is a list of kinks you may find helpful, and you can search on your own as well
- Got an idea that's SFW or not necessarily centered around kink? Check out the General Prompt Meme!
- Prompts can be filled any number of times; one fill does not close out the prompt!
- There's a kink meme Twitter account that tweets when prompts are filled and shares updates/news, and a tumblr where you can submit prompts as well
- Also a collection on AO3 if you should choose to post there as well and would like to add it. There is an input box for collections when you upload a new work on AO3, and you just type in: SouthParkKinkMeme_DW, and it'll pop up
- Here are some examples of past South Park Kink Memes on Livejournal if you're curious
Temp Note 7/30/22: I've had to turn on comment screening because of spamming, but prompts have been great otherwise, so keep 'em coming if you got 'em. Comment screening just means I have to hit a button for them to appear. Please see the FAQ post if you have any questions!
Please click here for a shortcut to the latest fills and prompts on this post!
There's also an index post with links to all the fills and prompts for easy access!
clyde/marjorine, fluff
(Anonymous) 2022-07-26 03:57 am (UTC)(link)Re: clyde/marjorine, fluff
(Anonymous) 2022-07-26 11:57 am (UTC)(link)***
Clyde became what could be described as the ultimate ally once Craig and Tweek came out. No one could match his pace– he went to every pride parade with them, educated himself on the queer community for their sake, and founded their school’s very own Gay/Straight Alliance. A lot of people thought he went too over the top, but Butters always found him rather sweet.
He longed for someone like that, someone so supportive. It wasn’t like his own friends weren’t nice to him. Eric never failed to include Butters in everything (though he did often abandon him in the aftermath of any consequences), Stan and Kyle let him in on their fun times when he asked (even if they preferred to keep it just between the two of them), and Kenny always listened to Butters’ problems (but he tended to go missing all the time for some reason).
His friends were nice but not quite enough. Butters wanted someone supportive and dependable. Especially once puberty hit and he cried for three whole hours when his voice dropped and scratchy little hairs sprouted on his face. He wasn’t quite sure what about it bugged him, until Eric pointed it out the next day.
“Well well well,” he said. “I’ll admit, I never thought Butters would be the first of us to become a real man.”
It was that thought that made him uncomfortable beyond belief. Being a fake man, well, that was sort of fun! Like a game of pretend. Bullying about it aside, Butters liked that his manhood hadn’t been taken seriously. Now it was real. Putting on a tutu no longer transformed him into a pretty girl like it used to, not when he opened his mouth to sing along to a song and found his voice too low to hit the notes he used to be able to.
***
Desperate to delay what was happening to him, Butters decided that the tutu just simply wasn’t enough anymore. He could stop himself from becoming a real man if he just put on some makeup. His parents would never buy it for him though (they’d ground him just for thinking it) and Eric would laugh in his face before refusing too. He wasn’t close enough to Stan or Kyle to trust asking them and Kenny couldn’t afford it (nor did Butters have the funds to lend him). This left him with just one option: steal some.
Of all the girls, Bebe had the prettiest lip gloss and she was always quick to make a scene whenever she couldn’t find the tube she’d brought that day, accusing whoever she sat next to at lunch of taking it. That day’s unfortunate victim was Lola and Butters hoped, if she ever found out, she’d forgive him for not speaking up and defending her.
She really didn’t know where it was– no one had seen Butters hide it in one of his jacket's inner pockets. This would blow over. Bebe had more lip gloss and Lola would get over being accused. He kept telling himself that, willing it into truth.
Putting on the make-up at home was too risky, especially when Butters wasn’t even sure it would have the desired effect. At school during school hours posed a threat too. If he didn’t wash it off well enough, Bebe might see it and realize who actually stole her lip gloss. He’d likely get laughed at too, destroying what little confidence had pushed him to even try this. The plan instead was this: he’d wait until after school and after-school clubs ended, then go to the boys bathroom that no one liked using because it was near the teachers’ offices and they might come in. After putting on the lip gloss, Butters would hopefully transform just like he wanted to, or be doomed to be a real man forever.
***
The tutu he had stashed in his backpack that morning fit uncomfortably over his jeans and he spilled a lot of Bebe’s lip gloss on his fingers as he tried to pour it out, making his attempts to put it on leave gross smudges on his face. Butters stared at himself in the mirror and watched the tears pricking his eyes form, then spill down his cheeks. It was too late– he’d already become a man. He turned on the tap and violently rubbed at his lips, trying to get the gloss off. It was waterproof though, so all it did was smear, making him look like a cheap gay Joker.
Butters let out a little sob then felt his heart stop as the door to the bathroom opened. He made eye contact with Clyde in the mirror but he was too terrified to move. Clyde’s eyes drifted down to Butters’ tutu, then back up to his lip gloss smeared face.
“Uh,” Clyde rather intelligently started whatever he wanted to say but Butters wailed and covered his face.
“Oh Jesus, please don’t tell any of the other fellas!” Butters quivered, expecting Clyde to laugh or take out his phone for a blackmail picture. Instead, he heard the sound of the paper towel dispenser, then the sink. One of Clyde’s hands coaxed Butters’ fingers off his face and Butters saw that the other held a wet soapy paper towel.
“If you’re trying to correct it, water isn’t enough,” he said, bringing the towel to Butters’ face and wiping it. The quality was poor and scratchy, but it was doing a good enough job. Once his face was clean enough, Clyde took the lip gloss from where Butters had thrown it in frustration on the counter.
“Isn’t this Bebe’s?” he asked. Butters nodded guiltily. Clyde laughed. “Oh man, she’s gonna be so pissed that we’re using it.” He put some on his finger and brought it up to Butters’ lips, carefully applying the gloss. Butters couldn’t bring himself to do anything but stare at Clyde, with his tongue slightly stuck out in concentration.
He stepped back, admiring Butters with quick nods of his head.
“Nice.”
“R-Really?” Butters managed to stammer out.
“Yeah, you look good,” Clyde said.
“Good like…” Butters swallowed. “Good like handsome? O-Or like… pretty?”
“What were you aiming for?”
“... pretty.”
“I think you did it,” Clyde smiled. “You look pretty.” Butters sighed in relief as he beamed. His reflection in the mirror wasn’t that different from before when he’d done it himself but it felt different. It felt like he had a shot.
He ran his hand over the tutu, adjusting it and twisting his hips back and forth in it. Clyde had exited the stall, done with what he’d actually come in for, and watched Butters as he washed his hands.
“I think my older sister has some make-up she left at home when she went to college,” he said. “You could have it.” Butters’ eyes lit up as he turned to Clyde.
“Could I really?” he murmured.
“Sure,” Clyde shrugged. “It’s just me and my dad now and neither of us are gonna use it. You can come over after school tomorrow.” Clyde turned off the tap and shook the water off his hands, then wiped an excess wetness on his pants. He gave Butters a thumbs up, then left the bathroom.
***
Clyde’s house was not as well kept as Butters’ was, but it immediately felt homier, with Clyde’s father gave him a smile and wave as Clyde dragged Butters up his stairs. They made their way into what Butters assumed was his sister’s room with how unlived in it felt. A vanity sat flush to the wall across from the door, its counter scattered with partially used make-up and brushes.
“You sure your sister won’t be cross?” Butters said, walking over and picking up a brush. The hairs on it felt so soft against his skin.
“Nah,” Clyde said. “I washed all her brushes and we can wash them again afterward. So it’s all sanitary. Also I’m probably not gonna tell her.” Butters giggled, thrilled at their innocent secret. He sat down at the vanity and Clyde flipped a small switch, turning on the lights that surrounded the mirror.
Clyde guided Butters through the process of transforming his face with make-up, shockingly knowledgeable. He claimed it was from watching his sister do it when he was younger and tips he’d learned when researching drag queens for a GSA presentation. Butters listened carefully, letting Clyde apply things like eye liner when his fingers felt too shaky to get it right.
In the end, Butters gasped, staring at himself. If magic was real, he and Clyde had certainly cast some sort of spell. A beautification spell, maybe, and Butters touched his reflection gently, longing for it to last forever.
“Thank you Clyde,” he smiled. “Why, I was so scared when you came in yesterday, I thought you’d tease me for sure!”
“Why would I do that?” Clyde looked genuinely confused. “Nothing weird about a guy wanting to wear make-up.”
“Oh.” Butters’ eyes were downcast and he fidgeted with his hands. “W-Well I wasn’t… I wasn’t trying to be a guy wearing make-up. I was trying to be a…” He couldn’t quite bring himself to admit what he really wanted, but luckily Clyde wasn’t as dense as some assumed he was.
“A girl?” Clyde supplied. Butters nodded. “Ok, cool, I didn’t want to assume, but I did also get some of my sister’s old dresses from storage.” Clyde threw open the closet next to the vanity and took down a pale blue dress that he’d clearly placed earlier. He handed it to Butters, who gaped at him.
“You really don’t mind?”
“What, that you’re a girl?” Clyde shrugged, smiling. “No. Nothing’s really changed. You’re still Butters.”
“Do I have to be Butters?”
“I don’t know. Do you want to be?”
“No. I want a prettier name. Something like… like Marjorie.”
“Marjorine?” Clyde snorted with laughter, but it was clearly good natured. “That’s pretty funny. Good choice too!” He gestured towards a door in the room. “Bathroom’s over there if you wanna change into the dress.” Marjorine didn’t have the heart to tell Clyde he’d misheard her, not when the name sounded so sweet coming from him. She kinda liked how it reminded her of where she’d been, that a change did happen and she’d made it happen.
The dress was meant to be much shorter, but the hem came down to Marjorine’s knees and the waist hung weird on her figure. She fidgeted with the straps, making them as small as they could be, but the neckline still hung too low.
“It’s no good,” she sighed, peeking her head out of the bathroom door. “It doesn’t fit.”
“Let me see,” Clyde insisted. Marjorine stepped out and showed him what she meant. He just squinted, thinking, then snapped his fingers as a thought came to him. Once again throwing open the closet, he retrieved a belt and ribbon. Marjorine let him wrap the belt around her, cinching a new waist, then stood still as Clyde went behind her and tied the straps together with the ribbon, raising the neckline. The fit still wasn’t perfect, but there was something stylish about it now.
“Oh, Clyde!” Marjorine stood in front of the vanity, grinning at herself, then spun in a circle to make the skirt of her dress fly around her. “I thought maybe I could be cute but this… it’s gorgeous!”
“Yeah, you are gorgeous,” Clyde said.
“And it’s all thanks to you!” Marjorine looked back over her shoulder at him standing there, smiling at how she kept swishing her hips to feel the skirt twirl. Before she could stop herself, she grabbed his face and kissed him right on the lips. Clyde made a noise of surprise and Marjorine immediately stepped back, horrified at what she’d done.
“Oh hamburgers, why’d I do that?” She covered her face with her hands so she didn’t have to see Clyde and he didn’t have to see her. “It’s just you were so sweet helping me out I wanted to– that must’ve made you so uncomfortable, seeing as you're straight and all. I’m sorry, after all you’ve done I just went and messed things up by—”
“Why would kissing a girl make me uncomfortable?” Clyde said. Marjorine parted the fingers in front of her eyes, peeking out at him. Clyde was blushing, but he stared right at her, smiling his big, dopey, genuine smile. Some of Marjorine’s lipstick had come off on his lips and she smiled, laughter mixing with sobs of relief. Clyde quickly ran to grab her a tissue and she took it, dabbing at her eyes, not wanting to smudge the great work they’d done.
“You’re the best, Clyde.” Marjorine leaned up and kissed Clyde’s cheek, then blushed as he brought his hand up to her face, moving in and giving her a real kiss.
“Anything for a pretty girl.”
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