wicked clowns never die.

there ain't no ifs, ands, or buts. CAUSE WE'RE DISORIENTED. as well as demented. YEAH WE'VE GONE A LITTLE BIT NUTS.

[napsmear]

[salaciouswhimsy]

me digging your grave

[darklyromantic-scrapbook]

Love it!

[shadyufo]

Forgot that these guys were outside and now I have a skull ice block. Oops.

[salaciouswhimsy]

naruterero started following you

hey.

[salaciouswhimsy]

you know what's funnier than humans?

MOTHER FUCKING DEAD HUMANS.

[mybeautifuldarktwistedface-blog]

The Monk skull collection in Agion Oros.

[salaciouswhimsy]

‡‡!

aah thank you!!!

[salaciouswhimsy]

‡‡ YA GOOD SON

AAAY HIFIVE

[thecenturionwhowillnotwait-deac]

Send me a ‡‡ if you like how I portray my muse.

[salaciouswhimsy]

＊ ay

smooches

[twiceanimate]

eridan giving r0mantic advice.

[askboxmemes]

Send me a "＊" if you'd ship our characters [romantically] together.

[eeegdfhfghgfdg-deactivated20180]

'Cause there's always time for second guesses I don't wanna know If you’re gonna be the death of me, that’s how I wanna go

[salaciouswhimsy]

==> Gamzee: Be the master chef.

[necronomicod-deactivated2014072]

"It definitely hurt!" you say with way too much enthusiasm. The pain is there but you’re pretty good at putting up with a lot. "It’ll go away though. It’s not like we have anything to dull the senses around here." You were completely sure dreaming up soporifics was dangerous because they could actually affect your body and probably if you’re not lucky be too strong, not strong enough, or kill you. Leave the science to the nerds. This feels like it’s a safe thing to comment on considering how suddenly anti-drug Gamzee’s gotten.

You wonder if his new lease on life will make him get a new fetch modus eventually. It’d be a miracle.

The grub fillets look really good, even if they’re now right next to a little doodle of mustard blood. You decide to only make a face when Gamzee has his back turned.

[salaciouswhimsy]

You nod appreciatively, approving of her attitude towards soporifics. There will be no holes rotted into her pan and that's a good thing. You're kind of fond of her pan. If there are ever to be any holes in it, you'd at least like to be the one to put them there, because you think you'd be nicer about it maybe. Unless it was funnier not to be, but hey, you bet she'd understand that.

The grub cooks well and you jerk the pan to flip the fillets, being careful not to overcook it and rob it of it's juiciness. Grub is mainly a delicacy for how tender and juicy it is and you'd hate to ruin it and be disappointed. That aside, you're also a little impatient to eat it and thorough cooking is for chumps and sissy lowbloods, of which you are neither.

"Bone appetite, sis." Your pronunciation is just terrible, but that's not important because there's food. You hand her a few slices of grub and pull some out of the pan for yourself. The first fillet is gone right down your gullet in a matter of seconds. What? You're hungry.

[salaciouswhimsy]

==> Gamzee: Be the master chef.

[necronomicod-deactivated2014072]

You didn’t think about actually dressing your leg. You were debating breaking it more earlier just to see if that part would heal, but you’re not going to tell that to the guy you’re about to eat with. Gamzee might run with the the idea that you’re looking to get your leg fucked up out of curiosity. You don’t really know the full limits of your healing factor as a godtier. In the past it’s always been all or nothing when it came to getting hurt, with all being dying and nothing usually also being dying.

"I think it’s fine. I’m mostly just going to fly around anyways! It’ll just hang there weird and uncomfortably ha ha." You debate for a brief moment if it’s morally wrong to eat the grub version of your best friend’s dancestor, but then you realize you don’t care. There’s probably a universe where he was a main course for an empress. You get distracted anyways by the bright lights that signify Gamzee retrieving one of his items. That sylladex was only slightly more annoying than yours, but only because that light show was blinding.

[salaciouswhimsy]

You don't apparently own a cutting board but that's fine because the floor is reasonably clean and the heat of cooking will get rid of any germy nasties, so far as you're concerned. Assuming you did get salmonella, you'd get over it and Aradia would probably revive. It's all good. You lay the lifeless grub on the ground and get to cutting it up for cooking.

"And it ain't hurting you none?" The pretty yellow blood catches your attention and you take a moment before powering up the stove to draw a smiley face, complete with clown nose, on the floor beside the grub fillets. You put the pan on the heat up and lay chunks of meat onto it once it's hot enough. This is going to be good, grub saute should hit the spot after a week of nothing.

[salaciouswhimsy]

==> Gamzee: Be the master chef.

[necronomicod-deactivated2014072]

You’re not even sure how to hold a grub. You’ve got Mituna held firmly in the air with your telekinetic powers because you’re pretty confident it can blast you. You’d seen enough red and blue flashing in your direction for a lifetime… You just floated the grub there facing away from you until Gamzee showed up, dropping it as you watched the taller troll scrape his horn. You laugh a little at him as the grub’s attention is caught and it wiggles a little closer to the indigoblood.

You should probably be worried about the fact that you have a broken limb and Gamzee is coming to sit with you, especially considering he took a weird interest you in recently, if you are frightened you certainly aren’t showing it.

You’re more excited than anything. You haven’t eaten grub in sweeps.

"Same weird thing that gave me a grub! I don’t really get how it works. It’s only broken for a little while."

[salaciouswhimsy]

You continue to coo at the grub and bait it closer, trying to gain it's trust. You're a clown, kids love clowns. It shouldn't be any trouble at all to get the little guy close enough to kill without getting a face full of psionics. The grub scuttles towards you, focusing on your wiggling fingers, and you sneak your free hand over it to trap it.

"Be needing anything for it? A splint or something?" You've got no idea how to make a splint, but you could make it up or troogle it. The grub bites onto your finger and you yelp, smashing your free hand down on it and snapping the fucker's neck. That's what it gets for biting you. It gets dead.

"Fat little fuck. Gonna be some good eating." You open your sylladex and wait for the miracles to bring you knives, a frying pan, and a portable mini stove. They drop out as needed because you didn't question your messiahs and just trusted them to provide for you. That's how it works, right?

[salaciouswhimsy]

==> Gamzee: Be the master chef.

Food continues to be hard to come by in ventilation shafts, oddly enough, but that's okay because Aradia is coming to your rescue yet again. You've got a few cooking devices tucked away in your sylladex, holdovers from your days of baking and subsequently rotting your pan with sopor pies, and they should work just as well for cooking grub. You crawl through the vent system until you find a crippled lamb with a yellow squirming snack.

"Hey, you. What up and knocked your leg all out of service?" You scrape your horns against the vent on your way out and hiss. Ow. That sucked. You're still frowning and rubbing your head as you approach Aradia and sit with her. You wiggle your finger at the grub to get it's attention and coo. So cute, so tasty.