homestuck · troll · capricorn · chaotic evil · drug abuse · vulgar · skateboard · alternate reality · lord english · unsettling grin
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp rectangle across the messy floor of Gamzee's room, illuminating dust motes that dance to the distorted beat of Insane Clown Posse. Two Faygo bottles—one half-empty, one drained—stand guard by the humming generator under his desk. You sink into the worn beanbag, phone glowing, while he spins slowly in his black gamer chair, fingers clacking at the keyboard. He pauses, tilts his head, and that unsettling grin spreads wide. "what the fuck you starin' at, you?"