Merry Clownship-mas! 8oB
who cooks normally?:
I like to think Gamzee is bombastic chef. He’s all over the place with recipes though. Cinnamon and honey on fish? It’s sweet but savory. Dude’s creativity is dangerous, literally, so John mostly.
how often do they fight?:
Mmmm not often maybe. I guess it depends. They’d probably get into some prankwars that get out of hand
what do they do when they’re away from each other?:
Chill out mostly, I don’t think they’d be clingy to want to talk to the other 24/7.
nicknames for each other?:
They probably have none lol.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?:
Neither of them really care but at the same time they wouldn’t mind paying for the whole deal. Unless John wants to be a little shit, then Gamzee would want to not pay or vise-versa.
who steals the covers at night?:
I’d say John, I see Gamzee as a rough fucking sleeper. Tossing and turning and all sprawled out so unless John shoves him to the floor (dude sleeps like a rock) that night he’s the one that’s curled up in the covers in his inch of the bed.
what would they get each other for gifts?:
They’re all joke gifts. Wasabi gum, fake money, fake intestines, real intestines, etc.
who remembers things?:
who cusses more?:
… .don’t even
what would they do if the other one was hurt?:
Patch them up and give all the love in their own ways
who kissed who first?:
Mmm toughy, I’d say…John… Gamzee?…. It was a tie. Totes mutual happened in the exact same moment. I will say that they bit each other’s lip though. Gamzee’s was an accident (maybe) John’s was revenge.
who made the first move?:
who started the relationship?:
Probably John once he started taking Gamzee’s advances seriously.
So we had White Elephant in drama (it’s like secret Santa) and the guy who gave me mine ( his tumblr: blackra ) made this card with it and he gave me gushers and peach faygo god bless glory glory hallelu
I don’t really know what to call this ship so I just call it “Gambert”. GAMBERT SHIPPERS FEEL FREE TO REBLOG!
I like things
—The water has long run cold, and you start to shiver. “Hey, Gamzee-wamzee.. Wanna take this fuckfest to the bedroom sweetheart?” You suckle quietly on his neck, over a recent hickey.
—You blush and stand up. “Okay.”
—You kiss his forehead and purr loudly. You look at the water and notice it’s more red and purple since you last saw it.
—You giggle, slipping a hand into the water to rub Gamzee’s hip. You knew it was his sweetspot, like your neck was for you. Looking at the water, its no longer cream colored. More of a maroon. You use your other hand to take Gamzee’s arms. Wow, it looks like a murder scene. Gamzee really lost control! Hahaha! If you were normal, plain you, you would be sobbing right now, or dead! Haha, but it feels good. Gamzee’s arms are covered in your blood, and his nails look pretty scary like that. You know your body looks even Worse. “silly Gamzee.” You laugh and kiss his hands.
—You blush and smile at him. “Heh, sorry for scratching you so much. I should be more careful.”
—“Oh no, it’s fine Gamzee-bear.” You be as rough as you want, I’ll be your ragdoll!” You kiss his cheeks. It was true, you LOVED being roughhoused sexually. It was amazing! You slowly start to wash the blood off of Gamzee’s arms and hands, focusing on his fingernails.