#lovetiered

[vriisket-a]

@lovetiered

ᚐᚚᚌ⊰♏⊱ᚒ “Nep, wh-”                  “Nepeta, what are you doing?”

                 “I’m not even mad or anything, just.                            what the fuck is that?”

[horndmanic-blog]

falls over , design olive gamz33 bc im biased af

You guys get to see my incredibly complicated method of bloodswap determining. FIRST OF ALL, let’s make one thing clear! I use the naming convention of last name basis for bloodswaps- as it’s easier to keep track of and also happens to fit with kidswap naming convention.So, the boy we’re considering here is Gamzee Leijon!An olive baby.I tend to follow the rule of keeping the class changing the aspect, so Gamzee Leijon is a Bard of Heart.From here, I can determine things about his personality based on that classpect. A bard of heart is one that invites destruction of soul.This means that Gamzee Leijon is a bit of a follower- inviting the destruction of his own personality for the sake of not causing conflict and following the leader. Gamzee here would often go along with the louder or more emotionally stable of the group instead of speaking his mind or letting his thoughts be totally clear.A lot of personality is also based on luscii and how they’re raised by them. Because luscii are based on blood color, lusus situations switch with blood color. Gamzee was raised by Pounce, likely in the same cave canon Nepeta was raised in. For this reason, Gamzee picks up a love of cats, though not as obsessively as Nepeta- and probably also hunts to live.I headcanon bloodswaps gamzee become more addicted to sopor the higher up on the hemospectrum they are, and that anything below a teal is not addicted to sopor at all. This is because Gamzee is addicted to sopor to curb violent tendencies, which become more intense the higher up we go.  Gamzee would also pick up Nepeta’s roleplaying tendencies because heart involves splinters, and Nepeta splinters via roleplaying. I would say Gamzee goes a step further, and very much becomes lightly addicted to Flarping as I headcanon Gamzee in general just has an addictive personality and easily gets attached to his methods of escapism.As a part of the Bard of Heart thing, Gamzee would know a very large amount about other people- but absolutely NOTHING about himself. He’d hide behind his usual “chillax” mask but be completely unaware of his own feelings in genuine. Eventually, during the game, something would happen that would make Gamzee unleash ALL of his emotions all at once and rather suddenly. I would even argue that this Gamzee has a high chance of going grimdark.I also think that Gamzee would replace “miracles” with “legends” and he would be the type to speak very frequently of legends and often utter “legend has it”s.A song that could be a good inspo for Gamzee would be https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62RvnXZgHwQTL:DR: Gamzee Leijon is a Bard of Heart who is unaware of his own emotions and copes via flarping.That all said, here’s my design in my traditional style for a better look at what he looks like;

They wear a small scarf to keep warm in that cold cave, and a hood with cat ears on the back of it from a jacket he made sleeveless himself. He’s painted cat whiskers on himself via dead animal bloodHis sign changes from Capricorn to Caprilo (Prospit + Heart + Purple) and I decided to make his horns shorterHere’s an mspaint doodle for color guide.

OTHER TIDBITS:- handle is terminalCatnip- quirk is:// like this because i’d imagine he doesn’t purrfer to divulge his EMOTIONS but he still sometimes works in all CAPS randomly because its just a gamzee PURREFERENCE. cat puns still, but not as OFTEN.

[gamzmakara]

@lovetiered HONKED :o)

Honk      HONK    honk       ... 

The sound was becoming louder the further she ran. Simple, because he was waiting near the exit, knowing that she would make a run for it. That’s why there was a giant rock blocking the exit with a giant smiling clown face on it. As if to work as a friendly reminder that she was not gonna get out of this easily.

  Knowing that, he could take his time strolling up to her, standing in front the blocked exit. His club dripping blood already as those purple clown shoes carried him out of the shadows and straight towards her.

                   “ Honk. “ 

[astralbond]

happy holidays to some of my closest friends on this site <3

[vriisket-a]

here’s a sketch of my vris and @lovetiered‘s nepeta

also don’t worry this is a screenshot, the resolution is way better on the actual canvas lmao

[vriisket-a]

@lovetiered

ᚐᚚᚌ⊰♏⊱ᚒ  >::::3

[vriisket-a]

@lovetiered | Cont.

ᚐᚚᚌ ⊰ There was so much blood.

         She stepped into the room, holding her right arm tightly. Within her grasp as well, was what looked like a broken, jagged bone smothered in purple blood. Upon closer inspection- it was evident that the bone was her own, removed from the very same arm she was gripped so tightly; be her own hands, no less.

ᚐᚚᚌ⊰♏⊱ᚒ “Nepeta... it’s...”

                 “He... so8er...”

ᚐᚚᚌ ⊰ She fell forwards, directly into Nep’s arms as she attempted to cover up the wounds with her jacket. Her breathing was so... faint. Thankfully, she was still breathing.

[vriisket-a]

@lovetiered 

ᚐᚚᚌ ⊰ There was a slight struggle just outside of Nepeta’s door, then a slight jiggling of the knob, followed by silence for a few moments. Then, just as it seemed everything had calmed, the door burst open with Vriska hefting a transportalizer above her head with both hands firmly holding onto either side of the metallic pad. Once she made an attempt to enter the room, however, the sides of the transportalizer hit the frame of the door, halting her entrance. She growled slightly and let out a small ‘shit’ beneath her breath, and just shoved it into a captchalogue card, then pulled it back out of the card and set it down inside of Nep’s room this time. She pulled open a panel on the side of the pad and punched some buttons- possibly entering coordinates of some kind. She then quickly took note of the coordinates currently sensed by the pad- the current location of it. She’d need that to make sure Nep didn’t get... lost.

         She was wearing Mindfang’s Gamblignant coat, and had a deep red treasure chest firmly gripped under her right arm, with her left hand resting on the pommel of her cutlass, which was strapped to her belt at a comfortable fourty-five degree angle. She planted her right boot against the side of the transportalizer, and kicked it a few feet further away, so it wasn’t just sitting out in the middle of the floor.

ᚐᚚᚌ⊰♏⊱ᚒ “You’ haven’t 8een very 8usy l8ly, Leijon.”

         She glanced down at the treasure chest.

                 “I’m lookin’ to ch8nge that.”

ᚐᚚᚌ ⊰ She dropped the treasure chest onto the floor with a heavy thud, and kicked open the lid with her blood red boot. With both her hands, she dug into the mystery box and threw aside whatever was in the way of what she was looking for. Gold coins, ancient artifacts, skulls... all things she wasn’t looking for right now. Ah- there it is. She yanked out a deep black captain-style pirate hat with olive stitching and a giant, fluffy, white feather attached to the side of the cap. She spun the hat around so the front portion would face Nep- and there was a Leo symbol near-perfectly stitched into the fabric to accompany everything else.

ᚐᚚᚌ⊰♏⊱ᚒ “Y’get three guesses as to what I’m gonna ask you to do.”