#aragam

[draiama]

[1ins0mniac]

Watch my slop

[weevile-mantis]

ohmg… can u do imposter and zoologer 👀💝🌈… or aragam .. 🌈🌈💝 #blessed

[feratscal]

This is stupid

[kai-username]

Team Charge but Gamzee is also there.

Who invited this guy to the FLARP meeting?

Gosh, I love drawing Tavros' eyebrows so much, they add so much personality!!! <3 <3 <3 Not to mention Aradia's wide smile that takes up a majority of her face, I love my unnerving Cemetery Girl! <3 <3 <3 Gamzee's blunted fangs are so endearing to me as well! <3 <3

[tangerinabina-de-archanea]

good morning aragam nation

(including my original rambling tags in a screenshot below bc the post wasn't showing in the aragam tag with them on there FJSDKLF)

[ghoulgraphic]

gamradia fanchild

AGATHA MAKARA–MEGIDO

derse + witch of rage

– Her eyes are permanently red due to her 8eing in a violent st8 at all times like how her father was when he was so8er.

– her horns 8eing all red are a mut8ion alongside with her 8loodcolor not matching her sign.

– she is very off putting and enjoys dark humor, m8king fun of others constantly under the guise of it 8eing all a joke

[beetlethebug]

Thinking about Aradia and Gamzee again. About his sweet cherry-cola pixie, the angel of the end, being promised a body and being brought back wrong. Hands wandering over metal plating, tracing a sigil done in blue to show that she has risen above the dirt and rust of her grave to become new and shiny and iridescent. To become better suited as the handmaid at his side.

and so much of his life has been sopor green and indigo and purple and for the first time in his fucking life he sees red.

fingers curling in synthetic hair, the sheen blue-tinted and off-putting in the flickering lights. She had insisted it was fine. That she felt nothing after pulling that excuse of a heart from her chest and experiencing the thing that has thrummed through his veins his entire life. the first time he’s seen himself in her, and the color was all wrong.

“How you feelin’, angel?” He asks, voice too level. All his feelings poured into her; into a head that turns just a bit too slow, cocks to process and run numbers. No feeling. No passion. Void.

“I feel…” A pause. Clicks and whirrs as gears turn. “Blue.”

”That a motherfuckin’ joke?”

She smiles—he can tell, even if the face she wears is painted on. Jesters, the both of them, wearing faces they were never meant to until the end is brought into technicolor. “Angry.”

He grins for her—all teeth, the mirror she’s needed to see herself in since she hatched. The hand that will bring her higher than the stars; the heart that will bring her to Ascension.

“That, angel, is somethin’ i can motherfuckin’ work with.”