Idea Thingy

Idea thingy

I’m gonna draw some little gamkar doodles and just Karkat or Gamzee by themselves of each song from Melanie Martinez’s album Crybaby, cause holy hell do some of those songs just give me their vibes for some reason I guess!

I WANNA BE THERE SO BADLY I WANT THIS LIFE AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

the homestucks could not fight they snapped the stick before making a dent in the piñata

I made Karkat and Gamzee in the sims 4 and i made them get married and gave them a big castle with a butler.

Verbalase (how do I spell??) Hide Away by Synapson but it’s Gamkar..

A young Highblood meets a young Signless

By far one of my most favorite songs by Phemiec!! I love it I want to inject it into my veins!!!!!

A Kar<>Gam<3<Rezi fansong on charango, from Gamzee’s POV. Heavily inspired by the fanfic “The Serenditpity Gospels” by duedlyfirearms and urbanAnchorite. Track art by duedlyfirearms. I am so inspired by the poesy of this story. 

~ There’s a boy here lying quiet in my shadow like a prayer he drips from every angle into colours that I wear he wanders like an saint on predatory pilgrimage with a grimace and a limp he puts his wrist against my cartilage

and I could separate these bones, I could pack them into prose,  or I could hold a cancer in my soul until it overflows,  but there is only boy and breath, gentle handprints on my chest.  mouthing little darling, deepest, loveliest of sacrilege.

This boy of filth, he’s born of Gods,  he clutches at my flaws, he drags me from my holocaust he takes my limbs, he wraps them around him,  he takes my shake and takes my sick and feeds me bread and then…

these violent wall eyed dreams that mite their way into my fear of me and mine these wines and sugars in my blood they mutter “Take your claws and climb the inch of every pale moon love, you once swore you’d pay nevermind.” When I am on the side of you, I’d say my gods were always lying Lying…

There’s a girl pacing around me, proselytizing parasite. Her sick, acidic logic ridicules the ancient rite. and when her teeth break up on me like tiny cliffs of chalk, I crash into her canyon, lick the injuries she likes to mock.

And I could cut her down to size, It’s half as hard as compromise,  or I could watch a blind sleepwalker creep all sweet and none-the-wise, but there is only girl and grin, curling up under my skin,  picture you and I forgetting why we let the other in.

This judge of what, she’s born of mud,  she answers to no blood, she will not let me chew the cud. She spits and swells, she wears her wretched well,  she holds my soul with taxes, tolls, and takes it straight to hell.

these violent wall eyed dreams that mite their way into my fear of me and mine these wines and sugars in my blood they mutter “Take your claws and climb the inch of every rotten hate, I once swore I’d pay nevermind!” When I am on the side of you, you’d say your law was always lying. Your law, it must be lying. My Gods, they must be lying. Lying…