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Sober!Gamzee Makara by tigerlilybeats
Sober!Gamzee Makara
Water color painting of my favorite clown :33
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Pepsi or Faygo {GamzeexTroll!Reader}

Note: Pepsi is your Faygo in this fic.(Sorry if you dont like Pepsi cx)

You'd lost track of how many days had gone by. Had it been months? Years? Or just merely a few hours? You didn't know anymore. The memory of your dying day was a little blurry, but you could kind of make it out. However, that is a story for a another occasion. There were hundreds of other yous in the dream bubbles from countless failed sessions in alternate timelines. Some were God tiers, some were still wearing the outfit that you had donned the day you entered the session, meaning that you didn't get a change to advance before everything went to shit. There were some that were reunited with the friends from their own time lines and others that have probably been searching for them since they arrived. You, sadly, fit into the latter category. You'd be satisfied with finding a more understanding alternate Eridan, or a evil-gone-good Vriska or even a kind and happy-at-last Karkat, but there was one person that couldn't simply be replaced by some alternate version of himself.

Gamzee. Your dear, sweet, precious Matesprit. You weren't Matesprits for long, considering the amount of time between your confession and your passing, but you had known each other for sweeps before you and your friends played SCRUB. Upon remembering your days in Alternia, the scenery of the bubbles changed. All at once, you were back at your hive by the beach. In an ironic twist of fate, you were really far from Gamzee's own beach house hive, almost 7 hours away on foot, actually. You remembered how you would ride your lusus to his hive often, and how you'd spend the day there, sleeping soundly beside him. Most people would've thought that sleeping in the same recooperacoon with someone in none of your concupiscent quadrants was unusual, but you were both chill about it, and even had the courage to embrace each other while you slept. The scene shifted again and suddenly you were in Gamzee's hive. You groan in annoyance as you try to think of something else, but to no avail. You have no choice but to revel in Gamzee's pig sty of a room. You sighed, stood up, and walked around, occasionally kicking bottles of Faygo and Pepsi(that you or may not have left on the floors of his hive carelessly, oops). You wondered around, reveling in the memory of the good old days, trying your best to hold back your tears. You have long since come to terms that you were most likely going to spend eternity looking for your Gamzee. If by some twist of fate, you were to find him, you'd probably pass him by thinking he was another impostor. You sighed and walked out the front door, heading to the beach. The waves rolled in calmly, the dark golden sand slightly sinking under you as you made your way to the shore. You looked around, blank eyes taking in the scenery that had thought to have been forgotten after all this time. The dark blue water was compelling you to take a dip, but you had to refuse.

"It's a nice memory, ain't it, sis?"

You jumped at the sound of the familiar voice. He always managed to sneak up on you, even in death apparently. You growled and turned around to look at him. You were about to tell this clown to shove off, until you saw his eyes.

They weren't blank, like they would be if he were dead. They were normal, in fact, they were starting to fill in with his purple, which meant he's been alive for a while after your passing, assuming that this was your Gamzee. He had three scars, running diagonally across his handsome face, and he had bullet holes all over his torso. Maybe he didn't know he was dead?

Either way, you supposed it was time to try to find out if he was your Gamzee. And what simpler way to do that than the super secret question you both had thought of in case one of you found themselves searching for the other in the dream bubbles.

"Would you like some Pepsi or some Faygo?"

To which he'd respond......

"Nah, sis. Unless you let me taste your wicked elixir off your lips, I'd much rather prefer some motherfucking Faygo."

You smiled the widest smile possible, and you were afraid your face would split in two.  


You spoke quietly, almost afraid that he would wake up and leave again.
He smiled fondly and pulled you in for a hug, his cod piece pressing uncomfortably against your abdomen, but you didn't really care. You'd found each other. You returned the warm embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly.

You've missed this clown.
Pepsi or Faygo? {Gamzee x Troll!Reader}(Request)
So this was a request :3

My first request ever, btw.
So i hope you enjoy it
"So then Karkat and Dave started fighting over the stupid pen, and then-"

A young she-troll sat in an empty respiteblock, seemingly talking and giggling amongst herself. She was situated near a vent, which was conveniently placed a little to the side of where she sat. The wall felt cold against her back, but she didn't mind in the least. At first glance, others would assume that the young girl was completely crazy. However, if you squinted really hard and concentrated on the darkness of the air vent, you would be able to see a pair of red and purple eyes that were seemingly glowing in the dark. The girl talked about all kinds of things to the one who hid in the vents. She knew he was there, for this was a daily routine.

"And then Dave told me that he was flushed for me. Isn't that great, GZ?"

The one in the vents growled lowly and slammed his fist on the metal below him with much force.
The young girl chuckled and smiled at the one in the vents.

"I was just kidding, Gamzee. I only have eyes for you."

The one in the vents honked in contentment, before reaching out to the girl. His clawed hand emerged from the shadows of the vents and he felt the area around him, looking For a smaller, softer hand to hold. The girl smiled fondly before taking his hand and stroking it lightly with her thumb. The one in the vents purred happily, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment. Soon, the girl was lulled to sleep by his deep purrs. The one in the vents smiled, and closed his eyes as well.
The One Who Lurks in the Vents {Gamzee drabble}
Here's a Gamzee x Troll!Reader!
Hope you enjoy :3

(GZ is what the reader calls gamzee, a habit picked up from Sollux)

The Memory of Her
Gamzee x NPC!Reader

Note: This is an AU in which the players had NPCs to help them through their journey on their planets. After all, SGRUB was a game. In this story, you are one of the NPCs in The Land of Tents and Mirth. Enjoy and be free to give some feed back! <3


"Hello, Clown. You are quite an interesting fellow~ what do you say about me being your guide?" A giddy voice giggled. Gamzee looked towards where the voice came from and blinked. A young woman dressed like a harlequin looked at Gamzee through thick eye lashes. Gamzee scowled in distaste. So she's back to haunt him again, Huh? Life was cruel enough to him without having her to remind him of his wrong doings. She wore a wide smile. She wasn't trying so hard to mask the malevolence behind it. The NPC's that inhabited his planet always hid wicked intentions behind their seemingly kind smiles, and she was no different. Gamzee tried to ignore her, but just like one of the previous encounters he had with her, she suddenly appeared in front of him, making him stop in his tracks. His eyes furrowed with annoyance and grievance. This wasn't making his life any easier. He didn't want to feel close to her. Not again. She looked at him mischievously, seemingly mocking him with her ever-widening grin.

"C'mon, Bard. This is a big planet, full of deadly creatures, and you are the only inhabitant. So why don't you just follow me? I'll guide you wherever you need to go. After all," she paused for effect, her eyes becoming soft as she looked straight into his eyes, "you seem kinda cool. I want to know you better."

"Shut. Up. Siren."

Her smile faltered at his harsh words. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern, never once having received a response like that, no matter how many times she had bothered him about becoming his guide. "I-I'm sorry, what did you just say to me?"

"I said shut the motherfuck up. You are a siren. You want to lure me in, make me feel motherfucking special, all so you can all up and disappear in the blink of an eye. So motherfucking leave."

Her image glitched, as did the image of The Land of Tents and Mirth. But just as quickly as it happened, everything went back to normal. She was back to her usual self, smile and all. She hooked her arm with his and began walking, dragging Gamzee with her. "Good! I thought you would refuse! I was so worried." She turned to look at him, eyes wide with happiness and curiosity. Her smile was become more painful to look at as the seconds passed. He wanted to snap. To be rid of her forever. But life wouldn't be that sweet. Life wouldn't let him be. He was doomed to live in her presence forever. She began leading him down the only road in the entire planet, which led to every where. He decided to play along. He talked to her like he normally would, playing his part and asking her questions as she led him to his victory. She promised to make him strong enough so that he could win the battle with his Denizen. She said it was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. And it was. She was all kinds of wonderful. From the bounce of her hair, to the spring in her step. She was nine shades of beautiful.  
And then he woke up. And there he was, back again in the cold vents of the lab on the meteor. He heard snoring beside him and he turned to see Terezi laying there, dried teal tears staining her bruised cheeks. Her hair was in ruins and there were bruises and bite marks littering her body from the night before. She was painted in her own blood, and some of Gamzee's own blood was on her as well. He growled, and pulled her hair, succeeding in waking her up. She yelped and flinched when he ordered him to gather her shit and leave. Almost instantly, she scurried off in fear. He buried his face in his hands, letting out frustrated screams and angry honks. He was pained. He had done wrong. He had done wrong and now life was out to get him. He cursed everything. He cursed the other inhabitants of the godforsaken meteor he had spent almost three years in, he cursed her, he cursed the after life, he cursed life and death, and he cursed the dream bubbles for making him relive his happiest moments with that motherfuckin harlequin over and over.

But most of all, he cursed himself. It was his own fault he got too attached. It was his fault for loving her, even though he knew she was just part of the game. The thing was, though, that he knew she somehow managed to truly love him. He somehow knew she did. And he couldn't even go back and say goodbye.

Now all that's left is the memory of her.
The Memory of Her {Gamzee x Reader}
"Your day breaks, your mind aches, there will be times when all the things she said will fill your head. You won't forget her."
-The Beatles
Show That You're Thankful

The countries in the world conference had always wondered why the girl that Russia brought with him every now and again always stood off to the side quietly, not doing anything. Just waiting for the meeting to end. It was like that every time she came. She would walk in, her arm hooked around Russia's as he escorted her to her place, and she'd be completely quiet. She'd stand by one of the maids and she'd just wait. The whole time, she would be standing. It wasn't until the third time he brought her along that people started putting two and two together.

She was Russia's girlfriend.

And yet, they didn't act like a normal couple. Every time they were together, Russia had an authoritative  expression, it almost seemed like a scowl. And she'd look at him blankly, as if awaiting orders. She was quiet and obedient, and never, ever refused the tallest country. She'd tend to his every beck and call. Russia never said 'please' or 'thank you'. He always addressed her in a calm, but stern manner. She only spoke when spoken to and she'd always ask him for permission to do anything, even if it was just to go and fetch herself a glass of water. She dressed in a long, maroon winter coat, black pants, and black heeled boots. She was striking, a true Russian beauty. She didn't socialize with the other countries, and avoided America the most. Russia was always monitoring her.

They weren't very affectionate with each other either. There were few conversations between them, short, fruitless conversations, usually regarding Russia's work. They didn't hold hands or kiss, or even smile at each other. It was as if they were only business partners. Nevertheless, she was always there for him. Always there to calm him down when he got angry or drunk. She spoke his name softly, and it seemed as if that was all it took to get him to relax. Don't misunderstand, reader. She was no pushover. She looked down on the other countries just as Russia did. She'd laugh at their stupidity and she would smirk whenever Russia insulted them, or threatened them. She'd even go as far as to call them out if they bothered Russia, to which he'd raise his hand in a gesture that meant 'don't worry, I'll handle this.'

She was quite frightening when she wanted to be, from her piercing glare, to the way she would disregard Belarus' threats and jabs, something Russia himself couldn't do. She was like his guard dog, always there to tear limb from limb any person who dared to hurt him.

And even then, he never said thank you. Eventually, she began showing up at the world meetings more, barely ever missing more than one meeting a year. When the Soviet Union fell apart, she became his everything. He became more possessive of her. He'd make sure he knew where she was at all times, who she was with and what she was doing. Her closest ally outside of Russia was China, who respected her and was kind to her, and always reminded Russia of how lucky he was to have such a perfect partner. When America came to offer her a better life with him over at the states, she refused instantly and commanded him to leave her sight. She swore to remain by Russia's side until the end. And even though she would pick him up off the filthy floor when he was broken, even though she stayed by him, always, even though she calmed him down and followed his every request...

He never once said thank you.

And then one day, she stopped coming. Russia showed up that day, looking like a train wreck. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were red and angry, and he looked as if he hadn't slept in days. Belarus and Ukraine trailed after him, trying to console him, to cheer him up. His ever present smile was gone as he shoved a clingy Belarus off him with enough force to throw her to the ground and silence the room. By that point, Ukraine was reduced to tears. Russia took his seat that day and spent the entire meeting growling out orders at the maids and laughing bitterly whenever any of the countries shared their opinions and ideas. And since then, no one ever saw or heard from her again. He never spoke her name, he acted as though she had never existed.

Everyone had come to the conclusion that she had finally had enough, that she had left him. But China knew better. China knew how much she loved him, she would never leave him.

And so the eldest country took it upon himself to find out what had become of the young woman. He followed Russia from a distance, making sure that he went unnoticed. He followed the tall man all the way to a cemetery, where the said Russian knelt before a grave that had a very familiar name engraved on the front.

[Name] [Lastname]

Russia drew one sunflower from his coat before setting it down in front of the gravestone and bursting into tears. He threw his arms around the stone and wept out incoherent sentences that China couldn't make out at all.

Well, except one.

"Thank you for everything, Sunflower."
Show That You're Thankful
Okay, I noticed that in a lot of Russia fanfics they make him seem like a sweet, cuddly bear. Uh, no. Russia is a communist country, Russia is cold and harsh. I tried to make the relationship between the reader and Russia a little like the actual relationship between country's laws and the Russian citizens. Like, the people in Russia aren't allowed to step out of line and shit like That. I hope I explained this right :b anyway, enjoy


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