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Your name is Gamzee Makara and you are delightfully mad. [Independant Gamzee Makara Roleplay blog. May get NSFW. Please read the 'READ ME' section Any art by me will be tagged as 'art' and 'my art'. If it doesn't have those tags it's not by me.]

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zeefaring:

considerin wwe are in the midst a wwar not really its been a shitshoww dowwn here under the ground lately nice to meet you gam

a war huh?

sounds rough.

why you living underground anyway?

[jekyllryou-hydebakura]

What kind of "charactershaming" sign would you hang around my muse's neck?

[star-spangled-dorrito]

If I tell you to shut up and your answer is “Make me” I WILL punch you in the teeth because I have no time for this pseudo sexual tension you’re imagining between us.

[deadlyxgentleman-archive-blog]

This is an open invitation to ask my muse whatever you damned well please.

Inbox is always open and I know someone must hold curiosities.

[zeefaring-blog]

@terminallycorrupt said: sounds fun

i mean i guess an wwho are you

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i’m gamzee.  that’s not a very cheery sounding greeting.  is being an elf not fun?

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acquamo:

That response wasn’t the one you were expecting.  You frowned and placed a hand on the arm he draped over you.  Giving his forearm a slight squeeze, you tried to shrug a little.  “I like who you are so far.”

You turned on your hip, your body facing him.  A soft smile set on your lips.  He’s beastly, sure, and ridiculously tall, but you like to see that he’s more complex than that.

“You’d be the first in a while.  Then again I’m making some kind of effort to do no harm.”

In truth while to some it might have appeared you were doing very little it was taking a lot of will power and strength to not succumb to the words little voices in your mind whispered constantly.

His actions calm the voices slightly, though only slightly.  Without your mind feeling some imagined threat you can be more accommodating.

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what sort of vibe do i give off

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automatedsoldier:

S/N 061300: Gamzee. Do you consider yourself dangerous?

relatively yes.  in fact very.  also unpredictable.

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acquamo:

“That is reassuring,” you say with an expressive face, twisting in nervous relief.  Do you remain cautious or really try to chill?

You reach to prop a few cushions behind you and lean back, allowing the side of your frame to touch his.  Cuddles. Right.  Usually it was less awkward, less new.  Though it didn’t seem as if he felt awkward.. ever.  You envied this.

“What made you request cuddles, again, anyway?”

"Lonely”  You grunt with a small huff.  “No one visits anymore.  And who would since I’ve been gone so long and I am who I am.”

You settle more into the cushions and drape an arm lazily over your guest.  Personal space had never been your strong suit but you were doing your best to not poke and prod more than necessary and that was something to be admired.

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wicked-honktraband:

Even if ya did kill me I’d just get back up, so it works out lmao :o)

that could end poorly though.  all i see happening from that is a lot of pent up anger.

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acquamo:

You try your best not to let out a startled yelp.  You fail.

It leaves your mouth as he scoops you over to him, and caught off guard, you land against his hip and side.  The next instinct was to frantically compose yourself, which would most likely end poorly.  Fighting it far better than you did before, you simply straightened your back to put your weight on the cushions and off of him.

“Sorry – I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, mate,” you say, meeting his eye with a mildly flustered gaze.  “I’m not used to being moved.” 

Your pupils dilate briefly at the yelp as a more predatory nature kicks in for a moment.  The yelp and behavior is not enough to completely trigger your instinct though and in a moment you’ve calmed again.

“Well you did come here for cuddles.  I expect you to be in my personal space.  I ain’t gonna bite right now.  Probably not anyway.”

You close your eyes and fall silent, paying attention to your breathing pattern and his.

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quaesedesmare:

wwell ivve only met one gamzee in my life so yeah its not wwell knowwn to me i wwould rather not die by someones hands thank you i already signed a contract to havve someone kill me already

sounds like the kind of work i should be doing. but then again it’s more fun to surprise others.

way more interesting to see the results.

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Mun’s going to a fair peace out for a few hours

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acquamo:

You nod in silent agreement – hunting, cooking; you do the same.  Er, you would replace hunting with working but essentially it is the same.  A task to sustain how you live.  

Lifting your hand to your chin, you bite on the end of your polished thumb nail.  Violet orbs tilt to take in these ‘paintings’.  A knot formed in your stomach and your lips curled into a frown.  Old memories of your time on a meteor prodded and pried at your conscious.  You knew the faint stench and appearance of dried blood well.

Pushing past the memories, grimace still set, you speak softly.  “Well, a few of the faces are very good.  Perhaps invest in some canvas frames?”

Your voice trailed off a bit when you looked back to him.  “I can bring you things, since you’re most comfortable here.”

“Nah.  I don’t plan to display them.  Besides, I’m not usually in the mindset to reach for frames when I’m painting.”

You fix both eyes on him again as he turns.  “Kind of you to offer though.”

Without warning you reach out to scoop him closer to yourself, aiming to drag him over the cushions to sit closer to your hip.

“Didn’t say you have to sit so far and that you can’t look at me.  Just don’t stare.  There’s a difference.”

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wicked-honktraband:

Spose so :o) Then I be a professional baker. I get that I think? They the kinna friends who won’t ever leave ya or judge ya. (the best kind).

We should hang out n’ bake sometime.

could do.  i’m trying this not murdering others on sight thing.  it’s going pretty well so far but y’know.

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acquamo:

You sit beside him, careful to not rattle the pile.  You cross your legs and get comfortable on the edge of the cushions, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees.

“You don’t like them, yet you have them,” you mumble, furrowing your eyebrows.  “You can order custom controllers, you know.”

Twisting your torso, you gaze back at him, eyebrows still etched together.  “What do you like to do?  Surely you don’t simply sit here for hours.”

You shouldn’t say much, though.  After work, you sit on your ass for hours.  He didn’t need to know that.

“Hunting or that.  I also cook.  I’m simple with what I like.  There’s a lot going on in my head so it keeps me busy.”

You hate saying it so bluntly.  Some sane part of you knows your Lusus doesn’t speak to you but that’s just a very small part.  When it speaks up it only makes you feel worse about yourself and drives you to do the things you do in the end.  You’ve never had healthy coping mechanisms though.

“I used to do more but it’s been ages.  My hive is the only place I’m fully comfortable.  Sometimes I paint.”

You gesture to the walls which are covered in finger paintings in different colours of blood.  Many are angry smears but some work frantic words repeated over and over and others are more detailed, faces that you used to know.

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So beyond this blog I’ve also revived:

@doomeddualiity

and I’ve also recently (as in just today) revived

@divvidedhope

and I’m more than happy to have interactions on any of them.  I have others I’d like to revive eventually but for now I’m just easing into this cause last time I tried to revive them all at once I crashed, burned, and bailed.