
this is my headcanon and i wish i was lying
THIS IS EXACTLY MY VOICE HEADCANNON FOR JOHN
this fits. so well.

this is my headcanon and i wish i was lying
THIS IS EXACTLY MY VOICE HEADCANNON FOR JOHN
this fits. so well.

nO
Signless, will you please stop fucking with people? Please?
Ok. I think I have new headcanon.
I’m
just keep listening oh my god it gets serious


So I finally decided to do a Sober Gamzee voice
FINALLY A VOICE I CAN AGREE ON.
What if you’re presented with one of these when you fill a quadrant? I imagine a Redrom/Palemance proposals to be very sweet. A Blackrom proposal will probably get the spade chucked at your head though.
I feel obligated to make some of these now


CRONUS: meenah vwait… awv man. just like that, shes out of my life again. you had to go and fuck it up for me, didnt you? some “friends” i havwe.KANKRI: Listen, I was d9ing y9u a fav9r. Y9u d9n’t need t9 6e dating any9ne wh9 can’t appreciate y9u f9r wh9 y9u really are, 9r m9re imp9rtantly, which fantasy versi9n 9f y9urself y9u m9st str9ngly identify with…
I voiced that one dialogue between Cronus and Kankri in Openbound since I was asked to share my respective voices for these two. Since I’m terrible at audio editing, I figured I’d just do this conversation. Hoooooooopefully it’s alright! <3(The whistle was all I could think of for an accompanying picture. SO SYMBOLIC).


((I wrote a little speech for Kankri, because it would be cool if this character happened to be a euphemism for activism and not an immature parody of it. I also attached a photo of my Kankri cosplay as album art, because I don’t think I’ve ever posted those pictures on this site??? I don’t remember)).
***Notes: Maroon-identified, AU Kankri.
You’re in a cold room. It’s sparsely lit, likely by dim, dying fluorescent panels. Nothing at all like your hive, which was equipped with varieties of candles. Scented candles, coloured candles. Candles resembling candy, rather than gummy wax. Smooth candles like chocolate. You know, beyond the brief expanse of concrete beneath your dangling feet, resides an audience — waiting. Not impatiently; but pressure still builds inside your abdomen; nerves whirling sickly.
You have one chance to explain yourself, and limited time.
Now, speak.
…
Headcanon: Between his highness and soberness, Gamzee enters a state of mind where he is paranoid and suspicious of everything

HEADCANON

so i’ve been seeing these up-pitch posts and i just
(talksprite by dasmuskel)