FuCk YeAh AnOnBrO. I dEaL aLl ThE tImE. Im WiCkEd FaSt WiTh ThOsE cArDs.
Its not fair is what it is! Ive held out on the hope of gaining powers myself since i was a child without anything to show for it.
I should be the one with special abilities not him.
DoNt Be GeTtIn AlL hUfFy ThAt ThE mOtHeRfUcKeR gOt SoMe SoRt Of ChEaTcOdE. YoUrE a BeTtEr ViLlIaN wItHoUt Em. PrOpErLy EaRnEd YoUr StReNgTh YoU dId.
what's going on with you, gamzee? you seem a little...off!
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I dOnT kNoW wHaT yOuR gEtTiN oN wItH aNoN bRo, Im JuSt MoThErFuCkInG fInE aLl Up In HeRe, GeTtIn My EaTs On YkNoW.
There’s gotta be somethin in the water.
You’re not sure exactly what’s come over you. But everything’s in motherfucking technicolor, and your head’s motherfucking swimming. Everything tastes like miracles and sweetness and you are hungry.
(OOC: Thus begins Trickster week! Gamzee will be posting and answering asks as his trickster self this week.)
(OOC: Reblogging for people not awake ar 3 in the morning when I posted this. )
There’s gotta be somethin in the water.
You’re not sure exactly what’s come over you. But everything’s in motherfucking technicolor, and your head’s motherfucking swimming. Everything tastes like miracles and sweetness and you are hungry.
(OOC: Thus begins Trickster week! Gamzee will be posting and answering asks as his trickster self this week.)
EVENT: TRICKSTER WEEK!
Something is rotten in the city of Skaiopolis, and it sort of smells like—candy?
For the next week, certain blogs will be participating in Trickster Week, a fun little idea tossed about in Superstuck for a while now! Those who choose to take part will be showcasing Trickster versions of their characters until Friday.
This can manifest in the form of a fic, picture, roleplay, or even asks from followers throughout the week, depending on what the owner of the blog wants to do. As long as it’s fun, colorful, and possibly a little unnerving if that’s how you like your Tricksters, then it’s good to go!
Not everyone has fallen victim to this twitch of the mind, however—the characters that aren’t participating as Tricksters are stuck as heroes/villains/civilians in the middle of it all, so don’t be afraid to get their input.
Have fun! ( ˘ ³˘)♥
(Gamzee will be participating as well. Feel free to send asks or requests. I can’t promise that they’ll be wrapped up this week but anything I received this week will be done/answered by trickster Gamzee)
On The Job.
You enter your lair with a thoughtful frown. You normally arnt the sort to worry about a job, but the one tonight was going to be a bitch of a job. Infiltrating a government building, destroying the security equipment and stealing any and all files on the criminals of the city. It wasn’t about being silent and effective, the heros and police of the city had gotten far too cocky in there attitude, and according to your father ‘needed to be put in there GOD DAMNED PLACE’. Sending messages you could do, but you were worried about the second part of his instructions.
‘That henchmen of yours has been working for you for THREE FUCKING MONTHS NOW. Its high time he earned HIS MOTHERFUCKING PAYCHECK. He’s coming with you on the this job.”
“Yo TaVbRo?” You call into the big entryway as you come in, kicking your shoes off and padding your way through the door, your thick socks cushioning the sound as you take off your hat and shake the snow from it. “TaV, We GoT A JoB ToNiGhT.”
You’ve gotten comfortable. Saying otherwise would be an awful lie and one that you even want to try to make believable. You were a smart man, given a good deal, you knew how to appreciated it. Especially when submerged fuck-deep in mafia bullshit, it was good to have a rather grounded attitude toward the menial tasks that you’ve been trusted with.
Keep the lair clean, and Gamzee in both check and clean clothing, make coffee in the morning, take care of the finances, and occasionally do errands on various sliding scales of legal. For the lot you’ve drawn, your job is pretty easy. Your boss was even kind enough to give his word regarding your safety and comfort. Life is, for lack of a better word, good.
You wipe your hands dry on your pant-legs when the door opens. It’s better not to get too far involved in work when Gamzee was home, he had this habit of being just as untrustworthy on his own as an infant, and you’re not about to risk another opossum in the heating vent. You learned your lesson last time. “Hey, what’s up?”
Looking at him is like a punch to the chest. In the three months you’ve worked for the strange mobster, you’ve gotten a pretty good hold on his personality, and that look feels like he’s just about signed you up to get packed up and shipped away. Or worse.
The word ‘we’ has never felt so terrifying. “…We have a job?” All you can do is stand, hope, and pray to a god you only somewhat follow.
“…Yeah.” You kind of feel like a big jerk. You had told Tav you’d keep him from doing any of this bullshit as long as you could. Turns out that time limit is a measly three months, that aint even a decent amount of time to let him get all settled before throwing a giant ass monkey wrench into it. “Orders from the top.” You say, pointing upwards, briefly wondering if you’re referring to metaphorical stasis or to general height. You look at your hand for a moment before shaking your head and focusing back on Tavros.
“So yeah, we gotta get you all fitted out for tonight I guess?” You had gotten Tavros a suit ages ago, he was wearing slacks and a button up shirt now in fact, so at least that was taken care of. “You know how to shoot anything?”
On The Job.
You enter your lair with a thoughtful frown. You normally arnt the sort to worry about a job, but the one tonight was going to be a bitch of a job. Infiltrating a government building, destroying the security equipment and stealing any and all files on the criminals of the city. It wasn’t about being silent and effective, the heros and police of the city had gotten far too cocky in there attitude, and according to your father ‘needed to be put in there GOD DAMNED PLACE’. Sending messages you could do, but you were worried about the second part of his instructions.
‘That henchmen of yours has been working for you for THREE FUCKING MONTHS NOW. Its high time he earned HIS MOTHERFUCKING PAYCHECK. He’s coming with you on the this job.”
“Yo TaVbRo?” You call into the big entryway as you come in, kicking your shoes off and padding your way through the door, your thick socks cushioning the sound as you take off your hat and shake the snow from it. “TaV, We GoT A JoB ToNiGhT.”
