By Far One Of My Most Favorite Songs By Phemiec!! I Love It I Want To Inject It Into My Veins!!!!!

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…

I refuse to believe on alternia it’s out of the ordinary to be a sloppy eater. No matter how sophisticated or posh they may seem, all of them can just fucking MONCH when they eat. Goin feral on that shit like it’s their last day alive.

*very elegant troll, polite and seemingly well mannered*

“Oh splendid, our meal has arrived!”

*goes hog wild and tears into that shit like there’s no tomorrow*

They’ve been besties since the beginning. You can’t tell me any different, I’ll refuse to believe you.

In doodling for the song Training Wheels and I have a cute scenario I like.

Gamzee and Karkat meeting when they’re young, little Gamzee hurt with a scarped knee and Karkat out and about for some reason or another wondering why this young Purpleblood is even out here or crying at all. What a sad and pitiful sight. He comes back and instantly begins tending to Gamzees little scratches, the poor little guy. Karkat is obviously saying he’s silly for crying over a little scratch, you must be so clumsy how have you survived this long-

They had recently learned about quadrants in their schoolfeeding. Gamzee is insantly enthralled with this shouty little boy, who has such a harsh tongue and yet is treating him so tenderly, is obviously full of too many sharp little edges for someone young as them and wants to smooth them out. Karkat instantly feels a gut reaction, that this poor purpleblood boy lost in the woods, with sad eyes and ragged clothes, needs someone who can take care of him. A pale crush forms and they are so new to learning of quadrants and they tiptoe around eachother then for sweeps until finally they obviously become moirails.

BAM!!! Childhood Friends to Lovers trope. I really hope that makes sense, that feels like it was everywhere and idk if I’m getting my idea across 🥲

Have the doodle

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My Pookie 😘

Random thing but anytime I read Homestuck or Homestuck fics and they’re in the meteor I just imagine that it looking like liminal spaces, and like backrooms type shit.

Let me just add i listen to the live performance recording of Hadestown, I do not care for the Broadway Cast recording. Epic III in the Live recording has much better lyrics and storytelling, very beautiful and poetic and is also just top tier everything lol

Listening to Epic III from Hadestown and thinking of the Grand HighBlood with the Signless. A young GHB and young Signless meeting before their respective roles needed to be filled. Star crossed, fate touched, never to be. Something about this song feels fitting about them.