#marvie thoughts

[icedmangoe]

grim and the mc ..... grimshine is a nice name for the pair

[sunlitewhispers]

Marvus and his money headcanon

(Been surfing through the marvus tags and I've got some thoughts to share regarding this clown)

To start off, I personally think troll currency is more digital than physical. Like everyone uses a card to trade or get items (and its only due to the empresses restrictions on things when she removed the adults from the planet) but physical money is still real, it's just a fun thing that highbloods and high midbloods use to flaunt and to trade amongst each other.

To signify the value of the bills, they have a strip of color from the cast they were made for. For example, Teals =80, Cerulean =90, Indigo =100, etc.

(There were coins that were common amongst lowbloods and low midbloods, but that got discontinued when moving to cashless/digital. There is evidence preserving the old currency existence such as in museums showings of the old times and extremely old paintings in the clown churches.) (You can think that these coins are caegars or not)

With that out the way! On to Marvus and his money 💰

I imagine Marvus doesn't really care about money nor feels that it has a heavy connection to his identity compared to performing/entertaining. Marvus just knows that people wanna see him and lose their shit at his concerts and are willing to drop stacks to be there even with the risk of being culled.

With that, Marvus can be loose with his money, quite literally throwing it around to which some highbloods would critique the act as 'disrespectful' and 'rebellious' since money is one of the ways ancestors can provide to descendants and give them a clue to their existence. (If they want or have left a will if they died, regardless, the empire still sets them up with a small fund)

I dont know if philanthropy would be an actual thing or just be a thing highbloods (like Zebruh) say they do for approval points. But I imagine Marvus would be the type to do so in the most unconventional means.

He probably stopped his tour bus once to grab a grubshake or a handmade sandwich from a small cafe and threw a fat band on the counter saying, "Keep da change lol." Leaving the workers there in awe and fear cause damn he just weirdly blessed them, and damn they now gotta fight off his fans from stealing the marvy money. (If Marvus is there, his fans are certainly gonna be there too.)

Marvus definitely buys his crew lunch or, if he's hanging with someone, offers to pay for them when he's out and about. He stresses tf out of his accountant because he doesn't keep track of how much he spends in a day. You know his ass absolutely has a money gun to use at his concerts.

Bascially when you're Marvus, you're a baller who is a big spender.

When interacting with Marvus, depending on his quadrant, you're gonna see how he moves with his cash.

•♡ Matespirit ♡•

if you got this man in this quadrant, good luck on getting Marvus not to spoil the fuck out of you. Trust and believe he'll take any chance to drop some stacks on you. If you guys are out and you say or point out some items, you can bet that Marvus is buying them.

Oh, you think that clothing line is cute? Guess what? He's ordered the entire line to be sent to your place.

Big fan of video games? No problem! He is getting the newest console out on the market in your favorite color with your name on it.

Love sweets? Bam! He's gonna invite you over to his crib and have you watch a team of trolls bake the best desserts of Alternia.

Money ain't a thang to this man. It gives him a chance to show his love through the material means and show that he wants you to enjoy yourself and time with him. Small part of him uses money to be a temporary fix when he has to go on long tours. If he can't spend time with you on troll FaceTime or in real life, he'll send gifts to show that he's still alive and thinking about you.

However, if large displays of affections through money don't appeal to you or you start to feel overwhelmed by the purchases or think he's being disingenious in his affection, he'll pull it back.

He'll likely give you a card that's connected to his account so you can have the control to buy what you want without feeling like you have to ask him. (And such an act will give him a small piece of security to know you'll have the means to survive financially on Alternia, especially if you've expressed times of financial hardships to him)

Also doesn’t matter if it's public or private, He's gonna randomly place bills on your person, i.e., stuffing them in your pockets, slipping them in your shirt pocket, pinning them to your jacket. If you ask him why he's doing that (or wonder where he stores his cash)(btw he literally has no pants pockets) Marvus is gonna give you a saucy wink and smile all dumb and say "a mf gotta pay dem feez 4 havin a wicked mate lik u b ;0)" than he'll place a smacking wet kiss on your forehead and be all noisey about it while doing so.

•◇ Moirials ◇•

In this quadrant, his spending habit might look casual to outsiders, but with you, they'll be a tad more personal. Still be extra af like in matespiritship but he'll be spending money to clear his mind or yours.

Feeling stressed about some unfinished work? Don't worry. He'll reserve a spa service just for you.

Need to cry out some hard feelings? He's gonna get some matching pajamas and grab some emergency blankets to get that session on.

You know that one ring that SpongeBob and Patrick have to show off their friendship? He's gonna get something like that to represent your guy's moirallgience. Anything involving moirails, he will buy and send them to you.

You're definitely gonna be his merch tester and probably be brought to his trips to the galleries when he goes to buy art pieces. (Need your support and opinion when bidding for art pieces.)

Like with matespiritship, if you feel like he's being insincere or rather prefers more handmade gifts. He'll try to schedule days to create personal gifts. He might pay someone to tutor him about your interests just so you can rant without having to stop and explain what you're talking about.

Marvus will remember what your favorite snacks and favorite meals are for when you're hanging with the crew or just him. Compared to where he won't care about what someone orders, you don't gotta worry about an order mess up or reminding him. He got that locked in, unless you want something different, then just point him to it.

If there is a fucked up order for you, he will raise hell. Typically, he won't care if something he orders is messed up. He'll pay for another one. However, on behalf of his moirial, this mf gonna walk up to the counter like that meme saying they asked for no pickles. The first and hopefully (in his opinion) only time you'll ever see him asking for a refund.

A thing that'll be a routine of your relationship is him swinging by your place late af in the daytime to grab you and get some breakfast before he has to start his night.(Unless you spend the day at his hive than he'll order said breakfast and catch some more Zzzs with you.)

•♤ Kismeses ♤•

Now in this quadrant, compared to the other two, Marvus is a clown who's mischievous as hell. This bitches antics are gonna be up to 100 when it comes to him.

Honestly, you're gonna be on your toes for buying things. It'll become a back and forth of him randomly, not having money than to him having it though being really annoying and lazy with it.

If your someone who's well off, you better hide your wallet. Marvus will snag your card and make an excuse how he left his cash in his other pants/trailer/hive and buy the most stupidest shit under your name. (He'll troll cash app you back but do it so tediously that you hope your account crashes)

If he catches a single hint or a word, even a wrinkle of disgust on you, Marvus will make it the bane of your life.

You dislike the residue of his paint left on your face after a hate-makeout session? Marvus now has to buy this one face paint that is known for being messy. what? His manager told him, too. :0)

You think cowboy boots are clunky and tacky? Guess who's strolling up in some bedazzled purple lined boots that jingle when he walks.

You make a comment on how creepy troll beanie boos plushies are, he's gonna get a brand deal with them and send you a crate of his new designs. A note will be attached saying "4 my numba 1 fan ;0)~".

Similar to moirallgience, you will be a merch tester, yet you won't know if he's being serious or wanting to rile you up. Regardless, when you shit on the design he's showing you, that's how he'll know his fans will love it! Doesn't matter if it's the simplest design, an eyesore to the public, he'll promote it to the point that even your small-time friends will surely mention the product to you. Might even send a shout-out to you on Chitter for your 'help'.

Don't ask him for a bill if you want something from a vending machine. Marvus will pull the most crumpled weirdly stained bill you'll ever see in your lifetime and smile at you plainly like, "Here u go buddi dats all I can find on me atm lmao." Additionally to this, he will slowly count his bucks out if you all are in a line somewhere. (Marvus knows no one will rush him and if you complain, he'll pretend he lost count and start over)

To conclude this, watch out for when he's feeling more petty. He'll make a habit of sending you items in loud peculiar packaging that suggest to those handling it that there's something inappropriate in it when there really isn't.

•♧ Auspistice ♧•

With this one, Marvus doesn’t fit the vibe of where he might truly kill his kismeses. Nor does he seem to want to be in a situation to be aggravated enough to join in murdering someone (Going off his response to MSPA reader when the clown fight happened). However, Marvus may strive on not becoming active on those emotions. Close calls can exist.

A tiff among his roadies about best faygo flavors is a good way. His manager hassling him, and trying to change up his brand is close enough. Groupie sea dwellers trying to follow him back to his trailer and not taking a hint is a real close call.

If you mediate for Marvus a few times, he'll certainly be grateful (and a bit embarrassed) he'll grant you a gift card of some shop of your choice as thanks.

On the other hand, you've been around long enough to spot a murderous Marvus, then you're undeniably a part of his inner circle. With the exception of being his paid emotional bodyguard coach.

As business-like, it might seem in the beginning, you're a trustworthy and skillful individual in Marvus's eyes. He knows dealing with irritated trolls, particularly enraged highbloods, is not a fun nor easy task.

Other trolls may feel like this relationship is wandering into moirallgience territory.(which might be) Marvus won't really care about those opinions and possibly offer to meditate for you in the event he catches you in a tense position.

You’ll be called for his long tours when he has to do shows for sea dwellers and, without a doubt, be put through the ringer. It'll end with you guys munching on loads of the troll version of ice cream in silence.

At any point, you're too stressed to de-escalate a situation. He'll give you a paid vacation and make sure you don't come back until you are entirely stressed free.

He may tell you once he calms down that you should open a private business due to your and I quote "motherfckin dopeazz obzi-va-tional skilz."

Small note : Marvus has dealt with people trying to form a quad with him just for the fame/money, as we seen with Zebruh. So if he catches signs that what's happening, he's going to be acting distant and extremely scripted around you, then like ghost you. You'll be blacklisted from his concerts (unknowingly), and future clowns might keep a close eye on you if you hang at the churches.

Welp, that's all! Hopefully, this was entertaining to read! I do apologize if some parts feel rushed or that there were more details in some quads, I tried to keep them around the same length.

[arcane-apathy]

~Protective~

The Prize of War Masterlist 

AN: A little while ago I had someone mention in an ask that they’d love to see something from Kurakh’s perspective. I originally brushed it off, but I got a rush of inspiration to write a short piece. And because this month is so busy for me, I’ve barely had time to make any progress on upcoming chapters. Hopefully this will tide y’all over until I can actually update. While today may be my birthday, this is my little present to y’all. Thank y’all for your support, and I hope you’ll enjoy! 

Warning(s): Swearing, Suggestive Language, Angry Kurakh (he deserves his own warning)

 A week has passed since the first snow. And whilst beautiful, the cold was a shock to many in the horde. It was becoming more of a struggle to leave the warmth of the furs in the morning. Kurakh didn't know how Odmili did it with ease each morning. Their usual rolls have switched, with her getting up first to put wood into the fireplace before getting ready for the day. Her routine never changed. Starting with her boots, then brushing the knots from her hair before braiding it and hiding it beneath the cap. 

  Kurakh hated that cap. While it had its purpose, it hid the maid’s best feature. Much like her entire outfit. Designed to hide the personality of the wearer, to diminish their importance despite the skills they possess. The sleeves are long, neckline high, hemline to the ankles, and baggy. Everything she wore was rough to the touch. Purely utilitarian. And she deserved better, even if she thought she didn’t. But despite the habit’s best efforts, Kurakh couldn’t ignore the maid’s beauty. To the point that he struggled with daily tasks. 

  “You’re not even cutting any wood, you’re just staring,” Eteos grumbles beside him. 

  “Sorry, just got distracted,” he turns away from her just as she looks at him. Schelura laughed alongside her as they got water from the well across the camp. 

  “Tends to be happening more and more buddy,” the centaur smirks as he splits another log. “When’s the wedding?” 

  “Be quiet,” he huffs while putting the split pieces in the cart. 

  “You’re being a big baby. She obviously likes you back.” 

  “You don’t know that.” 

  “We offered her a room to herself, she refused. Marvi offered to help her make a second bed pad, but she refused. I tried to rescue her and she jumped off my back. She likes you!” 

  “I don’t want to rush her…” 

  “Well you better get a move on before someone else does. I’ve got too many horny, single men in this camp. Who would love nothing more than to be up her skirt.” Kurakh frowned and split a log, trying to ignore it. “Speaking of, here comes one now… Hello Fergal, how’s the leg?” 

  Kurakh could see the Tiefling out of the corner of his good eye as he chopped, “hello Commander, Warchief.” Nodding to each of them respectively, “it’s fine, just sore, not as bad as the first two days.” 

  “That’s good. Why don’t you make yourself a little useful and stack the wood neatly in the cart? There’s not much to catch up on, since someone here is distracted,” Eteos teases. 

  “I’m sure the Warchief has a lot on his mind,” Fergal smiles and begins to straighten the contents of the cart. Kurakh rolls his eyes before chopping more wood. The silence quickly ruined, “Warchief may I ask you something?” 

  Kurakh sighs, “go ahead.” 

  “What is the Maid of Eia like?” 

  “Why do you want to know?” 

  “I’ve lived in Evor all of my life, the clergy of any deity is mysterious to the common folk. We only see them on holidays, major life events, or when dying… She’s also very pretty.” 

  Eteos watches Kurakh carefully, the orc standing at his full height. “She is an honorable woman with many skills, and a great addition to the horde. The rest of my people would agree.” 

  “She’s nice,” the Tiefling smiles. “Although she’s got quite the mouth on her, I think I can find a better use for it. I know she’s smart and all, but those maids take vows of chastity… I’d be happy to teach her a few things. Not like I’ve done it before, maids are always fun to break in.” 

Kurakh grips his axe tighter, “you’ve done it before?” 

  “Several times, not just Maids of Eia. But they tend to be the most fun, considering they know how everything works down there.” Eteos watches as Kurakh places his axe on the ground, taking a step towards Fergal as his back is turned. “And getting to see what’s under that habit is the best part. They always seem more shapely than the habit lets on. I’m sure she has fat ass underneath that blue mess of fabric.” Fergal turns around, freezing as he realizes how close Kurakh was. 

  “I’m only going to say this one time, and you will not have a smartass response. I can still reach my axe and you can’t run that well. The Maid of Eia is not a trophy for you to win or a shiny new toy for you to play with. And you will never speak of her in such a way ever again. You will only speak to her only on matters of your health. Do you understand me? 

  “Yes sir.” 

  Kurakh leans in just a tad bit closer, his voice quieter yet just as stern as before. “And don’t even think that you can be sneaky about it either. I’m the one she shares a bed with, and I’m the one who holds her at night. I will find out. One step out of line and I will feed you to my warg, alive. Have I made my intentions clear?” 

  “Y-Yes Warchief.” 

  “Good, now go find someone else you annoy,” Kurakh steps away from him. Just enough for him to move away from the cart. The injured Tiefling limps away with his tail between his legs. The few bystanders quickly acted like they weren’t listening to every word. “So you sort wood while I chop,” the orc lifts his axe with a sigh.  

  Eteos rolls his eyes, “feeding him to your warg? A bit much, isn’t it?.” 

  “Not when it concerns her.”

[zr-art-world]

I redid my Malleus fan kid design (albeit a slopy colors sketch). For his first-year look, I went for Mal’s look in the first dependents movie and referenced some of her outfits she wears in that movie. 

Age: 16

Height: 194

Club: Music

Hobbies: He like to create music and art (especially spray paint art) and often uses it as a form to express his emotions. He secretly likes to bake too.

Personality: He tries to act like a rebellious prince, however, he can be a sweetheart. He tries to act like his bight is bigger than his bark sense people assume big things from him as the crown prince. He also is more accustomed to humans and so has a better grasp on things that his father had a hard time understanding about humans.

More context under cut

KINDA LONG

Personality wise, I like the trope of (character A has kid that is the opposite of them) He isn't the exact opposite, he has his father's stubborn streak, however, unlike their father, they are more accustomed to humans, I like to imagine that he got help from Yuu so Marvis wouldn't have the same issues he had (also, I like the idea of Yuu being able to go home whenever so they don't have to leave their friends and twst or their family in their og world). Also, because of this, I like to think they have a better idea of technology and so... well if you've seen his lab and dorm vignettes, he doesn't have the best idea of how technology works. I also think that, similar to Mal, Marvis try's to do things to gain the praise of his father and his court and with his father, he dose. However, despite being the son of a very powerful fae king, he doesn't have the same amount of power his dad has. Malleus loves him and he tries to show his love and appreciation for his son. However, I imagine that being a half human teenager who is royalty in a fae kingdom has some issues, especially how other members of the aristocracies look at him. Despite Malleus's orders for his court to treat his son with more respect, his court continue to speak ill of Marvis, albeit in hushed tones. So keeping in some line with the movie, Marvis trys to do his best to prove himself, but others continuously compare him to his father (in some cases, for better or for worse, similar to how people in Auradon views Mal and compare her to her mother)

By the time he gets to Night Raven or Royal Sword (idk which to choose) I think he would experiment a lot with his look and mannerisms, especially acting a little less royal. Granted, he still gets constantly compared to his father but again, similarly to Mal, he decides that he doesn't and should be like his father and prove to others he is his own person. 

Jesus, this came out longer than I thought. Sorry for the essay.

[christwi]

jimbo and ned headcanon dump

Ned:

Ned is partially blind, mostly in his right eye. their eyes are pretty sensitive to light aswell which is why they wear sunglasses.

on the topic of his eyes tho, theyre pale green. they were alot more vividly green when he was younger.

Jimbo helps him tie his headband on every morning

bro he can go weeks without showering without any complaints.

he eats raw meat sometimes and it concerns alot of his friends.

his only living biological relative is his sister, however hes found his own family now, and jimbo is that family, that and the marshes. while he doesnt see them that much, he still considers stan his own nephew just as much as jimbo does, even if he doesnt say that outloud.

hes pretty good at climbing despite his lack of a particular limb.

Jimbo:

im still thinking about his eye color but im thinking of him either having dark brown eyes or possibly some form of heterochromia for the fun of it.

ned refuses to let him use the oven unsupervised yet due to him almost burning down the kitchen on several occasions (and i say yet because hes still trying to teach him how to Not set the house on fire)

hes great at sewing, hes made some diy taxidermy and clothes from animal pelts.

stan showed him pictures of fursuiters once. hes still in shock.

he unironically enjoys eating bugs.

when he was around stans age he would bite people who pissed him off. still has the urge to do it sometimes.

has a bit of a problem with placing bets on things like sports too often so he sets a particular limit for himself on how much he can bet at a time.

Jimbo and Ned:

1. They designed and built their house together from the ground up and had to acquire a couple skills along the way from it, mostly via hurting themselves multiple times and learning to not do the things that caused that again and also getting advice from people who actually knew how to build things.

2. they arent legally married, and still werent after it was legalized. mostly due to not wanting to lose sales at their shop, ratings on their show, and lose a couple friends. but also because they dont see the point in signing a bunch of dumb paperwork to make them legally linked together.

3. they had a small, at home wedding, nothing big or fancy. they didnt want anything fancy to begin with though so it worked just fine for them. just a small ceremony with randy and sharon and a set of rings was all they actually needed and wanted. (stan and shelly were around 2 and 6 at the time, left them at home with a babysitter.)

4. yk the girls from the craig x tweek episode right. one of them carved jimbo and neds initials into a big tree stump and jimbo and ned were only notified of it because stan accidentally let it slip infront of them. (stan thought of jimbo and ned as being too macho to be gay so he didnt think too hard on it, but still does from time to time)

5. jimbos the more physically affectionate of the two while ned is more words-of-affirmation oriented. they learned this overtime and work with eachothers love languages.

6. ever since what happened with MBP, jimbo has been more cautious with ned. making sure he doesnt get hurt. ned appreciates this but sometimes jimbo goes a little overboard on it and ned has to reassure him that hes fine. but sometimes ned doesnt believe that himself.

7. theyve been almost caught and even directly caught being affectionate with one another on multiple occasions, but most didnt even notice or consider it anything other than platonic. and those who did (skeeter, but also sharon, randy, and shelly but those three dont count) have kept their mouths shut about it. theyre thankful and also shocked everyday that almost noones found them out after over 30 years.

8. they dont know if its "time" to tell stan and shelly about their relationship. they think shellys ready and plan to tell her eventually, stan on the other hand theyre waiting a couple years to tell. him and marvin are the only ones who dont know. not telling marvin tho hes just gonna have a heart attack right on the spot and die

thank you for reading !!

(post has since been edited due to some consistency errors cuz i wrote this at fuckin 2am and didnt think too much on it so yea)

🧡💚

[strangekindaerin]

Back to doing Kloktober. Day 12 which is your favorite villain. I know what you're thinking, "I thought you were going to do Magnus." Well, he's my 2nd fave. First place goes to Lavona Succuboso!

I haven't drawn traditionally in so long. But I have a tripod for my iPhone (iPhone SE) so I an start again.

Materials used- Shinhan fineliners, Arteza markers (skin), a Copic marker (100 black), Marvy Uchida Le Plume markers (pictured along with the Copic), and Sakura Jelly Roll pen.

Oh and I followed a tutorial (since I'm shit).

I don't own Metalocalypse. Kloktober was created by lampmeeting.

[iamvegorott]

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 11

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“I forgot that Dairy Queen does that upside-down thing, and I might have eaten half of mine already on the drive back. Who are you?” Chase had opened the door and, after some rambles, saw Marvin and some other man. “Sorry, that came out rude. I’m Chase.” He sat the ice creams down and held a hand out. 

“Anti.” Anti took the hand, eyes moving up and down as he got a good look at Chase. “Not bad. You sure can pick them, Marvy.” 

“Is that a good thing?” Chase asked and then noticed how Marvin seemed off. “Are you okay?” 

“I need you to drive me somewhere.” Marvin took Chase’s arm and started walking with him. 

“But the ice cream.” 

“It can wait.”  

“Aw.” Chase made a sad sound. He looked back at Anti and saw him grinning and waving with his fingers. Anti then snapped, and Chase’s ice cream appeared in his hand. Chase perked up and smiled at Anti. “Thanks.” He said before the door closed, and he and Marvin headed for his car. 

“We need to go to the park. The main section of it.” Marvin said after they sat down. He buckled up while Chase did the same. 

“Why? What’s up?” Chase turned the car on and started driving. 

“I need to see if someone is there.” Marvin rubbed at his legs. 

“Okay.” Chase could tell Marvin was anxious about something, about where they were going, and honestly, Chase didn’t think Marvin could be nervous about something, so he knew whoever they were looking for was someone important in one way or another. 

It wasn’t a long drive before they were at the park, and after getting out of the car, Chase worked on eating the rest of his ice cream as they walked. He didn’t know who to look out for, but every time there was a person, he’d glance at Marvin to see if there was a reaction. Marvin was also quiet. There were no jokes, sass, or gossip. There was nothing. Chase didn’t like seeing Marvin like this. It wasn’t like him. He knew it meant he was struggling with something, and Chase didn’t know what it was or how to comfort him because of that. He finished his treat and went over to a trashcan, not noticing the man on the bench at first but did give him a polite smile when he did see him, but it faded when he heard Marvin. 

“Jackie?” Marvin was frozen in place. 

“Marvin? Holy shit, hey. How-How are you?” The man on the bench, who Chase assumed was Jackie, stood up. He was a pretty big guy. One could tell Jackie had plenty of muscles, even under the red hoodie, yet had a round, soft face. Chase now understood what Marvin meant when he said he looked like a puppy dog. Jackie definitely had the same look.  

“How long have you been in town?” Marvin, on the other hand, looked like a hurt kitten. 

“It’s…uh…it’s been a few days.” Jackie looked over his shoulder and then back to Marvin. 

“And you never thought to call? To send a text? To think that maybe, I don’t know, that I’d like to see you since it’s been over a year since you left?” Marvin crossed his arms and dug his fingers in, trying to force himself to stay calm. 

“I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m heading back in the morning, and I thought it’d be easier to just stay how we’ve been.” Jackie rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I am really really sorry. The last thing I wanted to do was bring back old emotions after we’ve both moved on.” He gestured a bit to Chase. 

“Oh no, we’re not-”

“What do you mean by ‘we’ve moved on’?” Marvin cut off Chase and watched as a different man went to Jackie, handing him one of the pretzels he held and kissing his cheek. 

“Your ass is lucky they had extra salt.” The man gigged a bit and then caught the tension in the air, looking at Chase and Marvin. “Oh, fuck. Jacks is that your-” 

“Phantom, please.” Jackie stopped the man from finishing. 

“That’s what you mean.” Marvin took a deep breath and shook his head. “Could have just told me. You could have just told me, and I would not have cared.” 

“Marvin, I know that you do. You keep saying and acting like you don’t care about things, but you do. You have a heart, and you’re hurt. I hate seeing you like this. You deserve better. You deserve better than me and-” 

“Are you seriously going to pull that ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit right now?” Marvin scoffed with a pain-filled laugh. 

“It’s not bullshit if it’s true.”

“Fuck you, Jackie.” Marvin spat and turned away, walking right off. 

“Marvin, wait.” Jackie tried to go after him, but Phantom stopped him. 

“Don’t. You’ll only make it worse.”

“But I-”

“Don’t want to hurt him. I know. That’s why we did what we did, and it didn’t work out how we thought. Let him go.” Phantom spoke softly, and Chase didn’t hear the end as he went to catch up with Marvin. 

“Marvin, hey, wait for me.” Chase jogged, and soon they were at his car. He decided to wait until they got back to Marvin’s place. Marvin got out as soon as the car stopped, and Chase quickly turned the car off and followed him in. 

“You can go home,” Marvin said as he went to some of his plants and started looking them over.

“Are you okay?” Chase stayed at Marvin’s side.

“I’m fine.” Marvin was clearly trying not to look at Chase. 

“Was he an ex or something?” 

“Yes.” Marvin’s voice cracked, and he looked pissed about it. 

“Come here.” Chase wrapped his arms around Marvin and pulled him into a hug. 

“I’m fine,” Marvin repeated his protest but didn’t move away. 

“I know. The hug’s for me.” 

“Okay…” Marvin knew that was a lie, but for some reason, hearing that allowed him to hug Chase back, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. Chase could feel the mask poking and scratching at him, but he didn’t care. He kept Marvin close and held him firmly. “Why do I feel like this?” 

“Like what?”

“Gross…upset…why do I care?” Marvin sniffed. “I don’t care. I shouldn’t care, and yet I feel like…”

“You feel like there’s a hole in your chest? Something stuck in your throat, and thinking takes too much energy?” Chase was now slowly rubbing his hands up and down Marvin’s back. 

“Yeah.” Marvin felt like he wanted to cry. He blinked away the tears trying to form and did everything he could to refuse them from happening. He didn’t cry. He never cried. That’s when you know you lost. That’s when it was too late. That you couldn’t fight back or move on or do anything. 

“It sucks. I know it does, but you’ll survive. You’re strong and stubborn as fuck.” Chase softly chuckled. 

“Just a little.” Marvin paused to take a calming breath. “I’m sure I’ll find something to cheer myself up.”

“I can give you head?” Chase’s sudden question got Marvin to break out in a laugh and lift his head. 

“Chase Brody, are you trying to seduce me into feeling better?” 

“Is it working?” Chase asked with a goofy grin. Marvin giggled and placed his hands on Chase’s cheeks, squishing them a little. 

“You’re adorable, and yes, yes, it is.” Marvin smiled. “I’m really glad Henrik sent you over here. You’re a great friend.” 

“Thanks. You are too, Marv.” Chase placed his hand on top of Marvin’s. 

“You’re better.” Marvin playfully sang.

“No, you.” Chase chuckled, pressing their foreheads together. 

“Oh, shut up.” Marvin moved and kissed Chase, closing his eyes and easily getting lost in it. 

He happily hummed, feeling Chase’s hands move down to his waist, holding him in even closer, leaving no room between the two. Marvin was never afraid to admit to loving a good make-out. It was so simple yet so fun. Plus there were several ways to go about it, and the way they were going was so nice and soft. Tender and caring and…and not what a type of make-out friends with benefits do. This was too much like-

“I should call Henrik.” Marvin suddenly parted the kiss and moved away. 

Marvin felt like that because of seeing Jackie. No other reason. He was projecting, and poor Chase got mixed in it. He’ll talk to Henrik. Maybe he’ll even be able to come over. They’ll get treats and watch some shows, and everything will be just how it should be. 

He wasn’t going to scare Chase off too. 

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523

[fuckyeahthomaspynchon]

"Uh, where's he going?"

"Away."

"Thought he was here to see that GE."

"Sure, who do ya think's pickin' up the tab fr this?"

Marvy here by subterranean light is even less engaging than he was in the moonlight on top of that boxcar. The rolls of fat, bulging eyes and glistening teeth are grayer here, screened more coarsely. A strip of adhesive tape plastered athletically over the bridge of his nose, and a purple, yellow, and green decoration around one eye testify to his rapid journey down the railroad embankment the other night. He is shaking hands with his well-wishers, booming male endearments, paying special attention to the Russians-"Well, bet you've spiked that with a little vodka! Hah?" moving on "Vlad, fella, how's yer ass!" The Russians do not appear to understand, which leaves them only the fanged smile, the Easter-egg eyes, to make sense of. Slothrop is just snorting foam out of his nose when Marvy spots him, and those eyes bug out in earnest.

-Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

[mysticdragon3art]

Pegoryu Week 2022 day 4: Hurt/comfort. OTPtember 2022 day 21.

9/21-22/2022. Pencil sketch, referencing 2 Figma Male Swimsuit Ryo version 2, one of which, was using the head from Figma Archetype He. Lines inked with Copic Multiliner pens, Stabilo 88 pens, Zig Clean Color Real Brush pens, and Marvy Uchida Le Pen. Colored with Copic markers. Some modification on Krita.

Had to lighten Ryuji's skin on Krita. I don't know why Copic E000 looks so dark now. 2 years ago, when I drew AkiRyu ALL the time, E000 was the color I loved using most for Ryuji's skin. I only stopped because I ran out of ink. Now, I finally have ink refills for E000. But now it's too dark for his skin, and I don't know why! ;o; The nib has been getting odd, hard patches, so maybe the ink has been over-concentrating in the 2 years that I barely used this marker, waiting for refills? Maybe my ink refill is just very dark? Or maybe my initial evaluation of E000 was skewed by the ink in my marker running lower than I thought at the time, and maybe E000 has always been a darker color than what I needed, but my particular marker was off??? If that's the case, I just wasted money and shopping opportunity on an E000 ink refill tube. ~_~;

[hazard-15]

12, and 5 for MarVi

1 and 4 for Armyhorse (Can be Primis or Ultimis)

Forgot to ask you this btw, been busy with school and other projects with me

@shinmiyovvi Girl when I tell you I don't blame you one bit, school started for me too and if it's not school or burn out, it's me getting sick who pushed this farther back than it should've been done already 😤 but anyways! Thank you for the ask 💖💖💖💖🥺🥺🥺

MarVi 

5) Who curses, and who reprimands the other for it? 

Tbh, I see the both of them cursing like they were born with the mouth of a sailor lmao but here's a funny thought I had 

Naga; Fuck….

Stitch; *Gasps and covers Mariana's ears while dragging her away* 

Mariana; Fuck! 

Stitch; *Gasping while looking at her and about to beat Naga up* 

12) Who's more protective? 

Stitch, there's no doubt about that, and I don't blame him considering what happens to Mariana 😭😭

Armyhorse (works for Primis and Ultimis)

Who makes the other blush all the time and who funds it adorable? 

While I would say it goes either way, I find it cute to imagine Zari blushing damn near all the time because of Dempsey and yes, he finds it so fucking adorable and yes, he would do it again. 

4) Who embarrasses the other in public with kisses and pet names? 

Oh, Dempsey hands down and disgustingly (affectionate) so LOL 

[bluesdrool]

First fanfiction Im ever posting.

This Fanfiction is my second one but this is the first one that I and taking seriously. Hopefully someone reads it and gives me feed back on it. But this is what I have so far.

I’ll write the first few paragraphs to get people interested:

She didn’t think that the day would come, that she could actually be face to face with her crush for so many years. But she has to find the courage to really be face to face with them and talk to him. For now she keeps her distance and hangs around her friend group to distract herself. But she can’t help herself from glancing at him every so often, and catch him glancing right back at her. She keeps thinking of how they were able to be at the same event. She knows so much about him and annoys her friends from how often you talk about him. How is it he went to this one event and not the others that he was previously invited to? What made this event worth coming to? Yes, the event was to celebrate someone’s achievement but why come here? Someone must have talked him into coming, maybe his daughter. Or even maybe his girlfriend, but she is not there. And that was odd he was infatuated with her, he was her second ‘zing’. Soooo why was she not here with him. 

She walks off to find his daughter, Mavis. Seeing her next to her husband, Johnny, they look to be enjoying their time away from their son for a few hours. Walking up to them, hearing them laughing, thinking of what to ask her. “Hey, Mavis, is it ok if we have a little chat?” She say respectfully. “Oh sure. What is it that you want to talk about?” Mavis says handing Johnny her unfinished drink. As you two walk away to be a bit more secluded, she thinks in her head of a way on how to ask why her father is alone. Yes, you know it’s a weird kind of question. Don’t want to make it obvious that her father is the main thing that lives inside of her head. And yes we know he is way older than you but come on have you seen him. He is not his sad loner self he was before his new girlfriend, he was still attractive then too, but he has more muscle now, a new demeanor, a new aura.(IF YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU SHOULD AGREE @infestedcake) He has gotten way more popular from this.

“I just wanted to talk about how you are doing. We haven't talked for a long time.” She says a bit nervous. Marvis raises her eyebrow at you, she looks ahead thinking of what to say back to you. “Honestly I am fine. Johnny makes parenting so much easier. And I like being a mother, my son brings more joy into my life. But I have a feeling that this is not the topic that you are really interested in. Tell me what’s really on your mind.” Mavis says in a concerned manner. You sigh and just decide to just ask her. “Where is Erika? I thought she and Dracula do just about everything together? And what made Dracula come to this event? Is he okay?” Eris asked her questions so quickly that she is not sure that Mavis was able to hear her correctly. She abruptly stops Eris both from walking any further and she turns towards her. She looks a bit sad and focused, turning her head towards her father, they both see him mingling but not really enjoying himself. But to all the people surrounding him they were able to be fooled by the fake smile he was putting up. ‘Did something happen to Erika? Why is he alone and sad again?’  Mavis turns back to you and begins to speak. “After my father and Erika got together, he was all everyone talked about. He became really popular as you know. He didn’t like the popularity he was getting. He is still a bit old school, but Erika was able to help him use the popularity for better things like making more hotels and expanding their businesses together. As you can see he started to work out more and become more social with others. But recently Erika and him have been drifting, and I know he is hurting. I don’t know what happened between them, but whatever it is, it’s not good. I know he was going to propose to her but that is not going to happen with the way they are acting towards each other.” As she says this Eris’ heart feels like it’s sinking, knowing that he is not happy again and might seclude himself again does not feel right to her. “But why did he come here if he is not feeling like himself? Do you think you might know what happened between them or have you seen anything? Sorry I have so many questions, it just seems weird that he is alone in a setting we both know does not describe him to be in.” She takes a deep breath and glances at Dracula again. He is walking toward the both of you. Turning around quickly to try to collect herself and calm her mind. 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kK7gRg5ZNNZrsD9VCYXnxqYWYLGE9myThbzNmYlHfpw/edit?usp=sharing

[icedmangoe]

guys i heard we like headcanons here do you guys mind if i just ..

taps mic

swiss ghoul is somewhere on the schizospec thats a headcanon thats so important to me the source behind it is Trust me

[pxppet]

Teeth. (Part 6)

It's been a week since Jameson found magic, but there's a more pressing issue: his teeth. Not to worry, the good doctor set up some help. JJ also makes a new friend in the bunch.

CW: mouth trauma, medical things, medical drugging, flashbacks (mild), distress, sudden distress

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Consent forms, bypassing legal name proof, anesthetic, sedative, doctors, not his doctor, panic, can't move, sleep, sleep.

Jameson wakes delirious and unable to communicate from stress. Jackie - he thinks at least - startles him, but he was just stopping him from tearing- needle, fuck! He shivers. Everything is overly blurred and because of how bright the lights in Dr. Matthews' orthodontist clinic shine.

"Doc- slipping in and- won't si- Well at least hel-"

Jackie's voice is cutting between sentences, but it is still very Irish and very loud. Jameson laughs, but it sounds like a wheeze of air most often. Jackie's strong arms and Henrik's safe ones pick him up to a sitting position in his gurney. He blinks. His mouth feels heavy and dead. He touches it; it feels alien, cold. He shudders. His tongue can't move well, but where it sits on his teeth are so, so many gaps. And a few teeth that are smooth with caps, lumped, but not sharp.

A face comes in, along with a waft of fruit punch. Jackie is directly in front of him so he can see his red-tinted silhouette. "Can you tell me how you feel?" His voice calls in the black. Jackie's hand is on his shoulder, almost the same place Jameson tore flesh from him. Jameson, not as drugged as he later tells them, leans onto Jackie's shoulder. "JJ?" Jackie calls him in confusion.

"I'm sorry, J-B." Jameson has mixed the letters in a sort of swoop. "I'm sorry Jackie."

"I… It's okay, Jameson. You've just been scared. Been scaring me. But I promise," Jackie bows his head like a man in confession, "I will protect you, just like I do for the others."

Jameson breathes, and burries his numbed face, and near-empty mouth, into the fuzzy red. Jameson decides he'll let himself like Jackie; be safe with him.

It's no puppet box, but it feels just as warm.

--

Henrik kisses Dr. Matthews' cheek and lingers too long on his arm. Jameson has never seen affection like it, and stares blatantly at their blurred forms moving. Jackie bounces on his heels, waiting to push Jameson's chair.

"I'm gonna call you Jamie."

Jameson startles and looks to the redness. "Jamie?" he spells.

"Yeh. Like Marvy, Sheepy, Chasey, Jackie… So you're Jamie."

Jameson stays silent. Warmth. Family. And inviting him to join. Jameson, instead, closes his eyes and pretends to sleep.

On the drive home in Henrik's car, Jackie sits in the back seat with him. Jackie's feet tap restlessly, heart hammering. Tell him. Jackie, tell him. His thoughts scold him. He stares straight ahead. Jameson was nice to him, let him touch him, even named him. Would he, if he knew? His eyebrows furrow as the memory of the silver knife burning a hole in one of Jack's boys; screaming in a voice like his own - like any of them - flashes in his ears. Blinks and it's gone.

Chase meets them with a chair, waving as they pull up to a semi-large house in the countryside. Jameson, previously lost in thought while feeling his numb lips, looks up in confusion. "Where? Tree?"

"Well Jameson, with your teeth fixed and the feeding tube, there is no reason to keep you in my clinic." Henrik is smiling, and the lighting is just right that JJ can see the soft curve. Jameson nods, slowly. He's been brought to their home. Like an adopted rescue pup, he jokes with himself.

He looks towards the big white house as Jackie is moving to help him into his chair, when, on shaking legs, he stands up all on his own violently and stumbles forward.

"Jamie?" Jackie calls.

"JJ, are you okay?" Chase worries.

Jameson stands, in rapture, panting. As he collapses, caught by Jackie in a sudden orange light, and as the others move to help, Jameson stills his brain. Faint. But it's there, like tinnitus.

Soft, quiet static.

And rather than the planned warm welcome, Jameson is swooped into the guest room by caring arms and the people who've healed him. "No, just leave me to sleep," he lies when they all attempt to dote on him. Jameson lays against his pillows and listens, all evening. Listening to his map back to his master and running his tongue over holes of missing teeth.

Decisions have never been his forte.

[reddragon-cowboy]

@the27percent | Sentence starters

The dull sound of a bell dings when the door of the bar opens and closes behind the fluffy-haired figure, his posture seemingly lax in the way his shoulders were brought forward in a ‘ cool ’ slouching stance with his hands stuffed in his pockets and unbothered countenance. In his movements offered a blithe impression of being unhurried with his time as he fumbled around in his pocket, indexes plucking a cigarette out the pack while long legs stepped off to the side of the building he exited prior. And with the stick of the cig dangling from his lips, lightly pinched between his fingers as he held the lighter close to the tip –brown eyes caught an orange glow in their wry depths as they watch the small flame lick and dance around the tip in its illuminate warmth, surrounding it like an ornament.

Three hours earlier, the Bebop recently nabbed a bounty ( a weasel of a hacker who gave the I.S.S.P a run for their money) their value worth seven million woolongs, which wasn’t a bad gig to say the least in comparison to what the hunters normally would catch. The crew had their own personalized way of utilizing their long hard reward they’ve rightly earned, and even with less casualties in their quick work as a bonus, there was an absence of expenses to cover for property damage this time around. Spike spent his night on a date with a couple of tall drinks pressed to his lips and swam his way up against some guppies through a few rounds of pool, garnering extra bucks from competitors whose big mouths talked up a big game only to end up reluctantly feeding his cashcard. It was a time to ease his mind a bit and melt the tension off his shoulders of the day that’s now disappeared over the horizon of the port city of Marvis.

His sharp eyebrows rested low and drew closer where a crinkle emerged in between. Smoke entwined itself into the air as eyes fell shut, taking a deep breath as he dropped his hands within the comfort of pants pockets and pressed his back against the brick-walled gin mill. He pried a single, bourbon eye open to gaze out at the waterscape. The waves tonight seemed brim full of life, ever moving, flowing, tickled by the breeze that caressed over the sea as its closest moon shared its gentle glow down upon the inhabitants of the city. It was a pleasant, serene view, a nice spot for a bar situated beside a pier where consumers could idle around to appreciate the silent calm the sea could enrich its admirers. A humble follower of the teachings of Bruce Lee seemed to have that effect on the former young yakuza, as Spike took a moment to inhale through his nostrils the pleasurable, gratifying scent of sea spray fresh directly from the source, enriches the flavor of nicotine that entered his system initiated by the pull of his first puff of smoke. The view before him suddenly fell dark when the same eye closed to its surroundings, and once more does pursed lips take a long drag of the cigarette in hand, faintly tuning out the heavy footsteps of patrons entering and exiting the pub accompanied by the ding of a bell atop the door.

Enshrouded within the midst of the symphony of oceanic waves the wind carried on its journey, a voice nearby caught his ear that drifted along on its merry way.

“I also don’t belong on this planet. I also am alone.”

Slowly, an eye slightly opened inspired of a curious nature, and with a small shift of his head follows to search for the owner that spoke words that verged on subjective thought, catching a glimpse of a figure standing upright against the brick surface a few feet away from the hunter. There was something forlorn - he noted. Tragic in the breath they emitted in their stillness, which he observed seemed laced in the expressions the stranger uttered, although what provoked such declarations of their position in the first place remained uncertain to him.

He blinks before setting his gaze on the ground, proceeds to exhale the plume of smoke he has been holding since he first displayed visible acknowledged of the lone figure. What’s their story…he mused as he casually scuffed the bottom of his boot against the concrete.

❝ Iss’a real shame….one of life’s biggest tragedies… ❞ The cowboy makes his attention known, his lips dry where they conform around the stick with every syllable as it hangs languidly from his mouth. Suppose he happened to be in the mood for a little gab every once in a while during his bounty hunting ventures, and he assumed based on what was left in the air, this foreigner was flying solo all on their lonesome. And that long-familiar presence of loneliness was no stranger to the bounty hunter. ❝ Or so they say…huh? ❞

[colgatebluemintygel]

OMG RIP URSAMAJORA hi toothpaste 👋🏻

i have to ask.....is colgate in fact your preferred toothpaste brand? is this what you use in your day-to-day life? are you brand loyal?

RIP SPACE BEAR!!!!! the tube has entered the chat 🪥

i......... actually have no strong feelings about toothpaste brands! i did go through a phase of being obsessed with the marvis cinnamon mint toothpaste, while also simultaneously being obsessed with the dr bronners peppermint lip balm (it tingles!)! but neither item is readily or easily available in nz, and i realised i was just inconveniencing myself. so now..... i just buy whatever is on sale.....!

what are your toothpaste thoughts em!?!?!? i feel like you'd have good taste

[msb-lair]

Argh... so I wasn’t braining at full capacity yet this morning when hatching out today’s clutch and starting the next one, so even when the test scry showed weird colours I just thought “must be one of my wide-range pairs” and went ahead and started them nesting, before finally clueing in that, wait, NO, those two dragons weren’t meant to pair! So instead of my second clutch from Maeve with her new mate Marvi starting today, and my second clutch from Scylla and Charybdis starting tomorrow, I have Maeve and Charybdis together today. *Headdesks*

The resultant hatchlings from crossing Maeve and Charydis will be almost all boulder-myrid-smoke, with a small chance of spines and a tiny chance of iridescent and/or shimmer. Colours are wide ranges and all over the place, I’m not even going to bother listing them off. Hopefully the RNG will be kind when the offspring hatch.

Meanwhile Scylla and Marvi have shuffled off to wait in the wings until next month, and are commiserating over their boneheaded mates (and sleepy-brained owner).

NO LONGER VALID - Genetics changed