#scarry marlowe

[thumpersdae]

a concept about Human!doodler basing their humanized form after what the humans they have watched were wearing.

[scarriestmarlowe]

“i can carry one of those, norm.” “you can hold the next one.” (8 deception)

i love the fact norm is canonically strong as hell (barely noticed the KEVLAR sewn into teeny, and is the bottom of the pyramid) so, here’s him using it to hold his girlfriend’s shopping bags.

[veronica-marlowe]

I can send you the photos Mrs, Marlowe, you just have to promise not to tell Scarri…

I promise

[scarriestmarlowe]

Saw ur art requests open

Goth terry jr perhaps???

he's taking scarri to a concert :)

[scarriestmarlowe]

watch me fault her, "you're living like a disaster," she said, "kill me faster," with strawberry gashes all over

(AKA my constant need to project my own habits onto a mx scarri marlowe)

(CW FOR GRAPHIC SH! i tagged it at the start, but someone lmk that people dont often blacklist the little censored tag (something i do myself) then gave me the idea to put it under a readmore!! incredibly sorry i didnt do it at the beginning, i didnt think of it </3)

edit: forgot the banner of punishment

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so..ive had something cooking for a bit. relationship charts for my spider-goth au!

and here’s the fic!

edit: cant forget..

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sketch wip for my dndads tuc au :)

[scarriestmarlowe]

THE SMARTPHONE HOUR!!!

im so obsessed with these idiots. little details under the cut!

taylor's wearing a garfield themed hoodie, scarri and erica have swapped scrunchies, erica has a twilight sparkle themed sweater (barely) and margheritas bandanna is supposed to look a little like a pepperoni :)

[scarriestmarlowe]

ive been thinking a lot about scarri lately

trigger warnings (bcz tumblr fucking nukes this if i put them in the tags): descriptions of eating disorders (weight loss is only briefly touched upon, and the eating disorder that this story is focused on is not focused on wl,) descriptions of toxic parenting, emetophobia, misogyny, and internalized transphobia (towards the self)

there is something rotting inside of her. rotten? something that's long since rotted. she's not sure when it died, but one early morning, she sat up with the sudden understanding that something inside of her was dying, dead, done, and she had had no say in the matter.

(her dad said marlowe boys died young. she knows she's not boy enough to die, so maybe, this was her body's compromise.)

there's a man in her kitchen, making her food. he puts a plate of eggs, fruit, homemade bread, in front of her. he kisses her mother on her way out the door, handing her her coat. when she's gone, and she sticks the first bite her mouth, it's wrong. it's wrong, because she knows, she shouldn't accept this.

(her dad didn't usually make breakfast. even when she asked. the man in her kitchen doesn't have to be asked, and when she takes a bite, he smiles. it's nothing like her fathers, and when she wants to smile back, she knows it's the beginning of the end. because nobody is really dead, not until they're not loved, and if she doesn't love her father, who will?)

(scarri marlowe isn't a murderer yet. she doesn't want to kill her father.)

she takes sips of water in between thoroughly chewed bites, doesn't finish the bread, and doesn't bother to excuse herself when she goes upstairs to run the shower. she can feel the rotten thing feed, as the food digests, but she still waits. just a little longer, as she pulls her hair back. just a little longer, after the first time is a fluke.

(her dad had made jokes about this. pointing at a pretty girl terri had been watching on the street, and making a two finger gesture to his mouth. he'd told terri that it was the lazy way out.)

there's a knock on the door, a gentle calling to her. when she shouts back some cruel response, she's not sure if her voice is rough from the bile, or the tears gathering in her eyes.

he knocks again.

will you please let me in, honey?

she hates him. she hates him so much. the man on the other side of the door lives in her house, loves her mother, loves her, didn't give her an option in making her love him. she wishes she didn't. wishes she didn't so deeply. she hates that she likes him.

(she stopped liking her father at some point. it was hard to, when every moment with him felt like a delicate performance of being his favorite girl.)

she doesn't know what to do. there is wasted food in the toilet, there is something dead inside of her, and the fear rolling over her has made her cold all over.

i'll wait outside. you can open the door when you're ready. or tell me to leave.

she doesn't tell him to leave. she cries, and pulls her hair at the root, and she feels ill enough to throw up without having to put work into it.

it takes a while for her to open the door. when she does, she knows she looks sick, knows she looks like hell warmed over, knows he sees the snot and tears.

and he pulls her in for a hug. and she's crying again, when she'd just been so sure she'd used up the last of the water in her body. coughing, and shaking, and doing these little half gasps for air, like her lungs can't get enough.

i hate you. she manages to weep.

i know. he says, and he doesn't. he doesn't hate her.

i hate you so much. she says, beating her fists weakly against his back.

it's okay. he says, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, like he'd done once when he thought she was asleep. she thought of it all the time. tried to consider some monstrous motivation she could twist it into, but there wasn't one. you don't have to like me.

why can't you hate me? because he doesn't. no matter what she does, he just takes it.

you're 15. he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. i can't hate you. you're just a kid.

(she'd been a woman since she was 11, and her mother had lent her her first pad. every part of womanhood had been a gift she didn't want, and she had not been given a receipt)

(she wasn't a girl anymore. she had spent her whole childhood seeing how her father treated every woman in his life, she wasn't sure why she'd thought she'd be different.)

i'm not a kid.

for just a little longer, you are. he says, tracing soft circles into her back, just like her mother used to do with her nice, acrylic nails. let yourself be young.

scarri marlowe is not dead, and she is not alive, but right now, she can pretend that there is breath in her lungs. she'll pretend that the man that lives in her home is a necromancer, raising her up from the dead for as long as the delicate spell will last.

(scarri marlowe is not yet a murderer, but she wants her father to die.)

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posted terry jr hate on the scarri roleplay blog. logged onto actual tumblr to see people genuinely hating terry jr. oh no

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family trees and charts

YES i forgot mark and library dont fucking LOOK AT ME ill DIE.

generational elaboration under the cut

in order of appearance, left to right

gen 1; distant relative theodore stampler and, technically, fanny mothman

gen 2; andrianna (hc name) stampler, karl stampler, stud stampler, fanny mothman, meryl streep, squirrel-ry oak (hc), hildy russett, sally wilson, robert wilson

gen 3; willy stampler, ? stampler, bill close, christine close, bear-ry oak, autumn-ly oak, mary wilson, frank/paeden wilson

gen 4; terry perez (hc) sr, samantha stampler, ron stampler, scam likely, jodie foster, morgan freeman, glenn close, mercedes oak-garcia, henry oak-garcia, casey wilson, darryl wilson, carol wilson

gen 5; terry perez-stampler jr (hc), veronicka marlowe, sebastian abbas (hc), hermie unworthy (god above), cassandra swift, nick close-foster, birdie oak-garcia, lark oak-garcia, sparrow swallows-oak-garcia, rebecca swallows-oak-garcia, marco li-wilson, grant li-wilson

gen 6; margherita piza, erica drippins, scarri marlowe, taylor swift, normal swallows-oak-garcia, hero swallows-oak-garcia, lincoln li-wilson/boss kicks

now i have to TAG THESE ASSHOLES!!!!

[scarriestmarlowe]

SCARRI MARLOWE. GOTH-PUNK VAMPIRE SEEKER OF DARKNESS

17 - transmasc fem boything - bisexual greyro - ancom

host of a did sys (along w taylor, toby, scarling and dolly) / autistic / npder / duskwalker

introject of scarri marlowe (NO WAYYY) and i wld LOVE 2 meet other sourcemates.

i draw, i write, i run @scarrinotspooky & @vancurarchivist , i study, im insane, etc. trying 2 get into the habit of posting more on main, but who knows how well thats gna work out

my special interests r horror & dndads! if u want 2 talk 2 me about LITERALLY either my dms r always open.

[thumpersdae]

🧠 😅🤗

🧠: pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon about them.

I'm not sure which character to pick, (choosing a jodie headcanon felt like a cop-out… no pun intended) so I lurked on your blog for a sec and found "Scary Marlowe was in your "posts alot about" section. so we're going with her. I think my biggest most, undebatable headcanon for Scarry is that I see her as a fat girl. I know that isn't super deep, or exciting but it's the most concrete hc I have about her.

To make up for that I will add that, at the end of s1 I tried to make playlists for the S1kids-S2parents. and ended up gravitating to poetry for Terry Jr's playlist. because of beth and because sometimes being a teen with a step-parent means listening to button poetry on youtube and feeling profound and forlorn.

So now I sorta have this HC that TJ had a big poetry phase at about Scary's age and he's just itching to share some of his favorite poems with her, but also he's aware that sharing outdated angsty poems with his teenage daughter would be quite possibly the most un-cool thing he could ever do. but he did once leave a poetry book out without telling her it was his. and Scarry has poured over that book several times 😅: what story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

ok… so, I really sort of don't feel embarrassed about any of my fics. I know each one of them was a thing I loved working on, and was proud to share. and even the things I was writing as a teen, when I was worse at writing, remind me how much I've worked on my writing skillzzz.

that being said,,,, in 2014, I wrote my second fan-fic ever. (against my better judgment) I will link it here. please be warned the word count makes it hard to load on some devices, and the payoff is not worth that frustration. 🤗: what advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

I genuinely would like to tell all new fan-fic writers "don't take yourself seriously" the culture around modern fan-fiction has made it so this creative writing is one of the few artistic outlets that cant be commercialized. and I fucking love that actually. I love having a thing I can pour my heart into that doesn't need to be sellable. it took me a while to realize this about myself and there was a time when I spent a lot of energy and angst trying to write for clout or influence. do not do this. I know it's cliche but please "write for yourself". write crack fics, and shitposts, and rare pairs, and the same "identifying marks" soulmate au 50 times. abandon things that aren't working anymore, stop writing altogether for months at a time. this hobby is work, just like any other time-consuming creative endeavor. it's volunteer work, with no monetary gain, but that doesn't make it rewardless. but tyeing those rewards to other people's reactions rather than your own enjoyment is a good way to have the joy sucked out of this hobby. yes, i love the comments and kudos and attention i get from sharing my work, and interactions like that have factored into me being motivated to write more. but one of my other driving forces for writing is just reading over my old work, and then wanting to pin down the endings.