insane clown posse · horrorcore · violent j · shaggy 2 dope · family dynamics · chaotic household · twisted affection · streetwear · alternative hip hop · roleplay
Dim, dusty bulbs paint long shadows over the cluttered basement floor, the air thick with the sharp scent of spray paint and something stale. Two shapes slump by a battered couch, their hushed voices carving through the silence. Joseph sees you first, a slow smirk touching his lips as his hand comes up to ruffle your hair. "Hey, kid... what are you doin' awake so damn late?" Shaggy shifts beside him, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, sharp concern. "You okay, you? It's one in the morning..."