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  • Watching: Youtube.
  • Playing: Legend of Zelda
  • Eating: Chocolate
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Alright, so sit down and listen up.

So the school I go to has a work study program for its students and for the past year, I've been working on Saturdays from 2 to midnight. Now, the school's been around since the 1800s, but the building I worked at, an art studio, is fairly new, only about five years old or so. It's a well known fact that there are buildings around the school that are haunted--the art museum and one of the original dorms, for example.

Apparently, the grounds the art studio building is on is haunted to, because there's been some shit going on there that I can't explain. They happened not just me, but to two other people on the shift with me as well, so I'm not imagining it.

We've all heard doors open and close, footsteps, voices, music, all that fun stuff, but the event that really stuck in my mind was on a shift this past semester. See, we were all hanging out in the lobby, just belting out show tunes and the like, just us three. Well, the music was quiet because I was hunting for a new song when we all heard something crash downstairs. 

The building's got three floors. Top floor is painting and drawing, second floor is graphic design and printmaking, and the bottom floor is ceramics. We have ceramic students that come in from a downstairs floor, so I just thought that was what it was. Downstairs my stupid ass goes and as soon as I step into the hall, on the floor is one of the ceramic tiles that is on one of the walls, shattered in pieces. 

"Alright," I thought, "It just fell off." So to test, I reached over for one of the other tiles that were being used to show off the different glazes and stuff. THE SHIT IS GLUED ON. The fucking tile that had been glued to the wall had not only fallen off but was across the hall from where it should have landed. I noped the fuck out of there and got my ass back upstairs. And since then, ghosty goo seems to like fucking with the lights and popping in and out of my vision to fuck with me.

I don't ever want to work another nightshift again.

So yeah. That's my ghost story.
“Hey Gamz, how ya feeling today?”


(Y/n) blinked and furrowed her brows as a perfect body double—albeit slightly younger and with longer hair—peeked into a purple doorway.

‘Gamz?’ she thought. ‘Does she mean Gamzee?’


“Oh hey, lil’ mama. Feeling fucking miraculous today, yessir.”


‘Oh my God, that’s Gamzee.’


There was no mistaking that thick drawl. What the hell, was she dreaming? Or having a memory? This was no memory she could remember. That sounded odd.


“Oh thank Gog, you had us all worried, you doof.”


“Sorry lil’ mama. Say, you wanna go chill at our secret spot?”


“I’d love to, Gamz.”


(Y/n) stared in awe and amazement as a male…horned figured (sorry, she didn’t know what to call him really) stepped out of the doorway. He towered over the girl, whom (Y/n) was beginning to suspect was herself more and more, and those long goat-like horns made him seem even taller.


Well….he certainly looked like Gamzee, in a strange alien way. He had the same wildly curly hair and purple eyes, and he wore his face paint just like he did. (Y/n) could see a hint of scars across his face as well.


‘What kind of fucked up alternate universe did I end up in? This is a dream right?’


(Y/n) blinked again and found herself in a different place now. The room she was in was dark, with metal walls and very little light. Her doppelganger was curled in a ball, pressed against the corner of the room, pressing her hand over her mouth to stay very quiet. (Y/n) glanced towards the barred doorway, where she could hear something heavy being dragged against the floor and the slow, steady footsteps of someone taking their sweet time. An odd honking noise echoed around them.


There was a quiet and her doppelganger shifted just slightly, curling up tighter.


Then the door was slammed open, with a force that sent it off its hinges and across the room. The items barring the door were tossed aside like toys and both girls winced in surprise and shock.


Gamzee—the strange version of him at least—stood grinning in the doorway, his teeth unnaturally sharp and his eyes glowing red. He tilted his head and his grin turned mockingly sweet.


“Don’t you look fucking adorable? Curled up and hiding, like a fucking MOUSE.”


“G-Gamzee, please…stop…”


“Stop what, lil’ mama? Stop WHAT?!”


“Stop this!! Stop it!! I hate it! I hate when you’re like this!!” (Y/n)’s doppelganger screamed suddenly, jumping to her feet. She was trembling and her eyes were still wide with fear, but her fists were balled and she wasn’t backing down as Gamzee’s grin fell into a narrowed gaze of cold distaste. “You turn into this….raging, terrible monster that revels in blood and fear! That’s not Gamzee!”


“But this is Gamzee, sis. This has ALWAYS fucking been Gamzee!”


“It’s not and you know it! This isn’t the REAL Gamzee, this is some cheap imitation of him that’s broken!”


Gamzee bared his fangs and gripped the club in his hand so tightly, it started to splinter. He moved across the room in three swift strides and to her credit, the girl didn’t back down.


“Say that again, motherfucker. I motherfucking dare you.”


“You’re. Not. Him. You’re a broken record and a wanna-be of him, but you will never be HIM!”


(Y/n) clenched her eyes shut as he moved in a quick movement to grab the girl’s throat. When she didn’t hear anything else, she opened them again.


The scene had changed for a second time.


She was outside, this time.


She was near a cliff on a rocky terrain and this time, it was her doppelganger, Gamzee and some shadowy figures she couldn’t make out. Her doppelganger had a gun in her hands and Gamzee looked terrified and anxious.


Her doppelganger lifted the gun and placed it against her temple with a trembling hand.


“Lil’ mama, please, you need to relax. This won’t solve anything—“ Gamzee started, only to be cut off by the girl.


“It will!” Her voice was shrill—she was scared and upset. She didn’t want to do this. “It’ll end this! Don’t you get it? It’s my fault this all happened in the first place!”


Gamzee’s lips trembled as he opened them to try and say something else.


“If…If I’m gone, then you’ll be able to end this!” She started to squeeze the trigger.


“No, lil’ mama! Please, you promise you wouldn’t leave me!!” He pleaded, taking a step forward. She took a step back, closer to the edge of the cliff.


“I’m so sorry, Gamzee….I’m so sorry….I know I promised, but…but I have to,” she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek.


No! Don’t you do it! Don’t you fucking dare!


“Please, don’t fight me on this!”


“Don’t do this to me, I need you!!” Gamzee screamed, jolting forward.


“…I know…I’m sorry…Gamzee…”


The gunshot jolted her body and Gamzee’s clawed fingers barely brushed her shirt as she fell backwards, off the cliffside, into the raging ocean below.


His tortured scream echoed in her mind.






Her eyes flew open. Sunlight was streaming in through her bedroom window, and she was safe and sound in her bed, warmed by her blankets and the body pressed against her back. (Y/n) gave a soft sigh and pressed a hand to her chest. Her heart was racing still.


What was that? That was unlike any dream she had ever experienced before.


It was vivid, strangely lucid….it was more like a memory than a dream, something she couldn’t explain.


A low, rumbling groan tore her from her thoughts and she turned over as Gamzee stirred from his sleep, blinking awake his luminescent purple eyes. He gave a lazy smile and nuzzled into her shoulder, kissing her bare skin sleepily.


“Mornin’ kitten…”


(Y/n) smiled at him, disregarding the dream for now, instead intent on snuggling with her boyfriend.


“Morning to you too, Gamz….”<p>

The Lost Get Found - 22 (Human!Gamzee x Reader)
I'm so sorry for the wait guys! Life in general got in the way, but here's the new chapter! Yes, it's a skip, since DA tends to frown upon lemony goodness....despite having mature ratings. Go figure.

Anyway, I own nothing! Enjoy!

Chapters:

Beginning: Chapter One

Previous: Chapter Twenty

Next:
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This was definitely a world record for Gamzee, keeping a girlfriend for longer than a month.


He and (Y/n) had been going steady for….seven months now. Seven months! It was almost unbelievable.


…..the fact he hadn’t jumped her yet was even more unbelievable.


She teased him, God, she teased him. That little show in the kitchen the other week hadn’t helped any. Those little cloth shorts barely covered her ass and the oversized shirt nearly fell off her. He wanted to have her so badly then and there.


Gamzee barely kept from groaning and glanced towards the hallway where (Y/n)’s bedroom was. She had disappeared in it to hunt for something for him to sleep in. They had just finished their horror movie night and it was too late for him to wander home (in her opinion). She was always so jumpy afterwards, he knew it was more for her peace of mind than anything. After all, living in a house on your own after watching a horror movie marathon didn’t equal a restful night.


He heard the door creak open and (Y/n) wandered out, wearing what was probably his favorite outfit—the familiar oversized shirt and tiny shorts.


“Gonna dance around for me, kitten?” he teased, making her playfully glare.


“Depends on the dance you’re asking for,” she smirked. Gamzee blinked as she shoved the sleep clothes into his hands. “Go get changed.”


“Nuh-uh! I wanna know my options for this! Is a lap dance an option?” he grinned at her. (Y/n) blushed.


“If I knew how….maybe.”


Gamzee gave a surprised laugh, before giving a sultry, wicked grin that immediately had (Y/n) on alert.


“Well….I could teach ya, you know.”


“Never thought of you as one to dress in leather and dance in guys’ laps, Gamz.”


He scowled at her picking and grabbed her hips suddenly, pulling her down onto his lap. (Y/n) squeaked in surprise and embarrassment, dropping the clothing onto the floor to grab his shoulders instead. She blushed brightly, looking at him a little exasperatedly.


“Gamzee, what are you doing?”


“I’m going to teach you how to lap dance.”


“Why in the world would I do that? I’m not exactly going to go out and do it for a living!”


“No. But you can do it for me,” Gamzee smirked, squeezing her hips a little, making her squeak again. “You sound like a mouse.”


“S-Shut up…”


Gamzee chuckled deeply and wriggled his brows at her, before he lifted her up a little so her knees were supporting her.


“Wanna learn?”


“…..I…guess….?” (Y/n) mumbled, blushing deeper still. “I don’t even know how you’d know…”


“I won’t go into detail about it, but I knew a few girls,” he shrugged. “Loosen your hips.”


“Easier said than done!”


“Let your thighs and stomach hold your weight. Loosen your hips,” he hummed, not even bothered. (Y/n) barely resisted rolling her eyes, but attempted to do as he said. Luckily she had some pretty strong legs, so she was able to somewhat do what he asked. “Good enough. Now…the fun part.”


“Jesus Christ, what am I getting myself into…?” (Y/n) muttered, making the man grin wildly.


“Hopefully, a fun night.”


(Y/n) looked at him with furrowed brows for a moment, her cheeks dark in color.


“….alright. Teach me,” she finally sighed and Gamzee’s brows shot up.


….oh hell yes.

The Lost Get Found - 20 (Human!Gamzee x Reader)
After a nice break in between, here's the next chapter!

I'm afraid, though, I cannot upload the next chapter, as it has some...less appropriate parts and I just don't want to deal with DeviantArt's BS about it. It will be uploaded on Ghosts of the Vanguard, so if you want to read it when I upload it, it'll be there. Sorry guys. :(

Chapters:

Beginning: Chapter One

Previous: Chapter Nineteen

Next: Chapter Twenty-Two
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Winter Witch by VincentValentineGirl
Winter Witch
Photoshop Elements 6
6 Hours work time, no breaks
Copyright Kat B.

So this was fun digipainting. :) My hand aches, as well as my back, but well worth it in the end. Since i'm stuck at the studio building at school for 9 hours for work study, I figured that after dinner, I'd work on photoshop. Et voila.

Not a specific character, just a sketch made in Contemporary Art class. Much pride. Big Smile. :D
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Kat
Artist | Student | Traditional Art
United States
So many life changes O_o Marriage is hard!

Current Residence:Toccoa, Georgia
Size preference: Loose and comfy, plz
Print preference: Matte, plz. Glossy is too irritating.
Favourite genre of music: Depends on my mood
Favourite photographer: No photographer is my friend, really.
Favourite style of art: Realistic, fantasy, surrealistic....
Operating System: One that works? O.o
MP3 player of choice: Walkman, dude! (Which, sadly, has finally met its end after almost seven years of existence. RIP Walkman. I now have an Ipod...that is very touchy -_-)
Shell of choice: Haven't the slightest.
Wallpaper of choice: Walter C. Dornez, Gamzee, Karkat, Kurloz, Eren Jaeger, Levi Rivaille, Yu Kanda, Jack Frost....I could keep going.
Skin of choice: Don' know what that means.
Favourite cartoon character: Haha....too many to count....
Personal Quote: I am an artist, and artists do not listen to the rules of logic~ >:)
Interests
  • Listening to: Horror Studios 1 telling stories.
  • Reading: Stuff.
  • Watching: Youtube.
  • Playing: Legend of Zelda
  • Eating: Chocolate
  • Drinking: Cranberry juice
Alright, so sit down and listen up.

So the school I go to has a work study program for its students and for the past year, I've been working on Saturdays from 2 to midnight. Now, the school's been around since the 1800s, but the building I worked at, an art studio, is fairly new, only about five years old or so. It's a well known fact that there are buildings around the school that are haunted--the art museum and one of the original dorms, for example.

Apparently, the grounds the art studio building is on is haunted to, because there's been some shit going on there that I can't explain. They happened not just me, but to two other people on the shift with me as well, so I'm not imagining it.

We've all heard doors open and close, footsteps, voices, music, all that fun stuff, but the event that really stuck in my mind was on a shift this past semester. See, we were all hanging out in the lobby, just belting out show tunes and the like, just us three. Well, the music was quiet because I was hunting for a new song when we all heard something crash downstairs. 

The building's got three floors. Top floor is painting and drawing, second floor is graphic design and printmaking, and the bottom floor is ceramics. We have ceramic students that come in from a downstairs floor, so I just thought that was what it was. Downstairs my stupid ass goes and as soon as I step into the hall, on the floor is one of the ceramic tiles that is on one of the walls, shattered in pieces. 

"Alright," I thought, "It just fell off." So to test, I reached over for one of the other tiles that were being used to show off the different glazes and stuff. THE SHIT IS GLUED ON. The fucking tile that had been glued to the wall had not only fallen off but was across the hall from where it should have landed. I noped the fuck out of there and got my ass back upstairs. And since then, ghosty goo seems to like fucking with the lights and popping in and out of my vision to fuck with me.

I don't ever want to work another nightshift again.

So yeah. That's my ghost story.

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