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Not sure how much time I’ll have to do pics for this, but Day 1 of Gamzee week, Happy Gamzee! :D And now I have to rush to work so enjoy!

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day four of @gamzeeweek :o)

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@gamzeeweek DAY 6 - FAMILY!! There’s you, your adopted kids, your bro, your dad, your aunt and crazy uncle!!

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May we present to you, Gamzee Week 2018!

A whole entire week dedicated to our funky little clown, based on the prompts that you all suggested! This time around we'll be running Gamzee week from May 20 to May 26, so mark your calendar! Now, without further ado, the prompts!

Sunday May 20 - Happy Gamzee

We all wanna see that kid smiling and enjoying life, so here's a whole day for it! Show us Gamzee being happy so we can be happy too!

Monday May 21 - AU/Swap

Let's spice things up and draw a Gamzee never seen in the webcomic! Draw your favourite AU version of Gamzee, or maybe a species/blood/planet/outfit/whatever you can think of swap version!

Tuesday May 22 - Quadrants

Quadrant day means it's time to give Gamzee some love! Or hate! Or pity! Or whatever auspicising can be summed up as! Just put him in some quadrants as you see fit!

Wednesday May 23 - Hobbies

What does Gamzee do in his free time? We've got no idea so show us what you think he gets up to after all the work is done!

Thursday May 24 - Timeline

Gamzee went through a whole lot, so here's a day to show for it! Give us something to show how he's grown, or something to represent past, present, and/or future Gamzee!

Friday May 25 - Family

Who is Gamzee's family? Is it his lusus, the Makaras, a future quadrantmate? Hey, a family can be a juggalo and his 400 horns too!

Saturday May 26 - Good Ending

Everyone loves a happily ever after, and that's exactly what we're gonna give Gamzee today! He didn't get the best deal in canon so show him a little love and make him a better ending!

*Please note: NSFW content is allowed, but please put it under a readmore :o)

Tag #gamzeeweek2018 on anything you post for the week, and we're super excited to see what you make! That's all for now, and we'll see you soon!

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Here ya go

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@gamzeeweek day three, Quadrants

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Flush

Tavros laughed like moonrise, like wind over the waves, like every natural and miraculous thing Gamzee had ever heard. It was a good thing he’d already fallen in love with him time and time again online, on account of Gamzee wasn’t sure if he was built to handle what Tavros up and motherfucking did to his bloodpump with that laugh of his.

“Tavbro,” Gamzee said, sounding half out of breath, when that glorious laughter abated, “may I kiss you?”

Tavros ducked his head and bit his lip, mirth mingling with his shyness and coming out all hunch-shouldered and bashful. But only a second. Then Gamzee’s heart shaped miracle did lean in toward him and press their lips together, Gamzee gone all stupid and not reciprocating right. Tavros laughed at him, his chuckle passing over Gamzee’s skin with brown heat, and then Gamzee felt his head being cupped and gently moved so as his matesprit could get at his neck. Sharp fangs near something so vital and vulnerable should’ve set off alarm in Gamzee’s pan, but instead he just chirred happily and turned all putty-like and boneless.

Tavros did have that expectation, and his other arm, thick with lancing and soft with well earned eating, was up behind Gamzee’s back, holding him secure and close and safe. God, Tavros made Gamzee feel so safe. Lips pressed to Gamzee’s pulse, Gamzee felt that none in all the motherfucking universe could touch him, just then.

Pitch

Equius never laughed. At least, not that Gamzee could tell. Motherfucker never smiled, neither, didn’t know what emotions like joy or motherfucking contentment felt like, and Gamzee would insist of that despite Nepeta’s arguing that Equius only lost such things around Gamzee. Motherfucker sure did troll Gamzee a lot for a guy who didn’t even like him. Every night since they were pupa, this motherfucker came prattling at him about loathing and disgust.

Only natural that Gamzee should reciprocate some night. After figuring it out, of course, much to the groaning of everyone who were amazed it had taken him this long.

Gamzee didn’t care all what Equius was complaining about this time- posture or word choice or whatever motherfucking thing. He interrupted all bold-like, feeling aggression in his gut and motherfucking up and done irritation with this moody ass motherfucker. “I’m going to kiss you,” Gamzee stated, reaching up to grab hold of those two convenient little locks of hair that hung over his shoulders. Equius spluttered, as he was wont, and Gamzee waited a quick second to see if it was in genuine refusal before yanking on that pretty hair and kissing him soundly on his stupid lips. His hands- feather light- went to Gamzee’s hips, too scared to touch, so Gamzee made it up for him, fearless on hurting this giant blue brick of a motherfucker. He kissed him with motherfucking sweeps of having to deal with his nonsense, hard enough to bruise.

When Gamzee pulled back, his eyes went wide with surprise. Well look at motherfucking that: Equius could laugh.

Pale

Karkat’s laugh was infrequent, short, and often bitter or sarcastic. He barked out harsh “ha!”s and insincerely spoke out “haha, very funny asshole” near nightly, but Gamzee was special and he motherfucking knew it.

He knew it, because he was the motherfucker that could make Karkat laugh in genuine. He was the one that got to see such special miracles, playing out like a whole script each time. First Karkat would go shockstill a quartersecond, then his shoulders would hunch up and his nose would scrunch and he’d make this messiah-sung snorting noise that was as loud as his lungs did dictate, then he’d laugh, peals of real laughter all broken up with more of that glory blessed snorting, he’d laugh in a way some folks with their ears up their asses might call ugly, but Gamzee heard for the sheer piece of beauty it was.

Gamzee loved his moirail’s laughter best of all the universe, he thought, nuzzling at Karkat’s face as he laughed that starsung laugh. He pressed a soft kiss to Karkat’s cheek, then temple, then forehead, and Karkat swatted him playful-like so Gamzee grinned and took cue to keep going, kissing his hairline in four stars across it, kissing the side of one blunted horn, kissing his nose and his other cheek and his jaw and chin and lips and nose again and other temple, Karkat’s hands coming up to Gamzee’s face as he laid lips on all the skin of Karkat’s face he could find.

“Goofball,” Karkat told him with more tenderness than Karkat would ever willingly admit to. Then he pulled Gamzee’s face in to kiss his forehead and hairline and nose, returning the favor while Gamzee smiled and scrunched up his eyes, happy as seafoam and moonlight.

Ash

His outer leaves were stubborn motherfuckers, angry on the general and angrier at each other, but Gamzee knew how to make them talk and at the end of talking, he knew how to make them laugh. Soothe the tension down and remind them to take themselves a little less seriously. Nobody left their talks until Sollux had begrudgingly let out one of his little “eheheh”s and Eridan had hidden his smile behind his hand, even as his shoulders shook. It was the way they ended their dates, on account of Gamzee, just as the two of them always started their dates on account of their bickering and fighting.

“Thanks, GZ,” Sollux said, taking a deep breath after his laughter quelled, tension finally snapped. “Again. For everything.”

Eridan found thanks harder to give- prideful fuck that he was- but he was willing enough nowanights to nod agreement to Sollux’s thanks (what progress he’d made, Gamzee was so proud). Eridan took Gamzee’s palm in frond and lifted his hand to Eridan’s lips, pressing his mouth softly to the backs of Gamzee’s knuckles. Reverent, an old tradition saying “I submit to the ashen guidance of this hand” as Eridan explained. Gamzee just liked the kisses. Sollux, too, took Gamzee’s other palm in frond and kissed his knuckles there, grateful.

Gamzee twisted hands so he was holding theirs now, and lifted Eridan’s wrist to his mouth, kissing right over the pulse, then Sollux’s. Eridan has explained that it meant control, the domination of someone with their lives in his hands, and a show that they might trust him with those lives. But again, Gamzee was most in it for the kissing, for showing his beloved brothers that he did love them enough to step between their fighting and keep both those motherfuckers mediated. He was happy to be between them, so happy with their palms and their pushers that they gave so willingly to him.