penniless spaces

✹ introduction speedrun: danyl/dia he/him 7teen transmasc homo . i reclaim f slur and t slur and i use/need tone tags sometimes thanks dawg

✹ i write gn & masc readers. i don’t write fem readers srry!!! for this reason anything with rose and kanaya with be purely platonic :P!! in the same vein dirk will only be paired with a masc reader

✹ i don’t do canon x canon, ocs x canon, matchups, weird shit or anything like that. i will however write aus, soft/regular yanderes, polyam yanderes, MY HS OCS X READER HAHAHAHA, and maybe some stuff with the tricksters

✹ requests are open. will i get to writing them in a timely manner? well that’s a game theory

✹ EXTRA NOTES: i am writing these characters as i see them in my minds eye! if they are off or out of character that is why. we all have our own vision and good golly if i ain’t gonna write mine

★ in his nonsober state, there is perhaps nothing more important in this world to gamzee than the peace of sitting around, drinking a few fanciful sips of soda, and you. everything else, even his bestest of pals, quickly takes a backseat in his obsessive stupor.

★ at first you might find yourself charmed by his laidback demeanor. a lot of people tend to let their guard down around him—because really, what is good ol’ easygoing gamzee gonna do? but that’s exactly the play. to fool you and all the others. some wait to reveal their true colors when their prey gets closest to them, but he doesn’t even need to try all that hard.

★ it all boils underneath the surface. the violent urges, the way his relaxed stance suddenly tenses when he hears you mention others in casual conversation, the way his lazy smile curls into a not so subtle snarl. after a while, it’s hard to contain. he can’t just sit around anymore and wait for someone else to sweep you off your feet. gamzee is well aware of what his friends think of him: stupid, delusional, manic, strange. it wouldn’t be hard for them to convince you they were the better choice.

★ not many fancy him a planner, but he has thought this through many times. he tosses and turns in his recuperacoon at night, going over all the ways he could snap on a dime and murder every one who cares to witness you. the sopor never managed to keep that part of him quite at bay—the part that constantly dreams of violence.

★ he’s afforded them the privilege of you for too long now. you’re a blessing, a miracle not even in disguise. it’s disgusting that you value those lower than you. it’s like you don’t see your own worth. that frustrates him more than anything else. he knows now that he has to take the burden upon himself and make you understand that you shouldn’t be around filth like that.

★ gamzee tells you not to worry when people you care about begin to disappear. and you believe him, because why wouldn’t you? he’s the only one who could comfort you in such trying times. he rubs your back and says so softly, miracles like you never need to know no fright. somehow, the words don’t seem right this time. but you’re too caught up in your grief to care.

★ maybe it’s odd that even as gamzee’s friends vanish one by one, he still keeps that peaceful smile on his face. as if nothing has changed at all. and to him, that’s just the simple truth. he can watch them bleed and smile the next day. he can mangle their bodies beyond repair and look you in the eyes, whispering such sweet things as you cry to him about your concerns. as if the hands that hold up your face aren’t soaked with the blood of those you cared about.

★ all is right in the world. now with no competition, things can go back to the way they always used to be. you, him, and a bottle of grape soda. maybe even the occasional cuddle pile. you shake and shiver whenever he holds you, but he couldn’t account for all the side effects. all that matters is that you’re not leaving any time soon, and that’s just the way he wants it.