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Lucky Shot
It was easy to forget the type of world you’d ended up crashing on. Despite the hardships you had endured you had managed to live a life- almost sheltered by Alternian standards. It was an odd thing to consider. You had broken your bones, spilt your blood, and fought like hell through the harsh Alternian nights- but you hadn’t truly faced someone hellbent on seeing you dead. Well, that wasn’t true, but the memories of that time were vague and fogged as if trying to recall your earliest memories.
Feet sore, lungs aching, you darted as you had seen Karako and much younger trolls dart to escape your pursuers. You kept your gaze on the horizon, on the roots and the snapping plants, heart in throat you put one foot in front of the other and cursed your luck. Either they’d run you down or you’d reach help before then. Every bit of your old survivalist instincts were screaming at you to do everything you could to stay ahead of your attackers. To outlast and outwit them to the best of your abilities. Even as your body begged you for rest. Clearing a fallen log you stumbled on the landing and kept going. A graceless run of prey being pursued by hunter. You were lucky, the violet bloods didn’t have guns or long range weapons. If they wanted you they’d have to catch up first.
Of course your good fortune couldn’t last forever, all it took was a loose rock in your path, with a breathless shock of icy terror your legs twisted out from under you as the rock was dislodged. The dirt, now loosened from how the rock had apparently been holding it in place, shifted and your terrified silence turned into a scream as the ground fully gave way. What you hadn’t had the time to register beyond the trees and brightly colored poisonous foliage was the sheer incline it all was rooted to. Behind you was the renewed energy of the violets, sensing the proverbial blood in the water as the landslide took you. Your hands shot out blindly, desperate to latch onto anything they could to slow your rapid descent. Stinging plants and harsh thorns tore at your fingers leaving a trail of blasphemous bright red in your wake. Agony shot through you as sharp rocks sliced into your exposed skin and you wheezed as you collided roughly with a tree. Clinging to the trunk of the thin sapling you prayed it wouldn’t dislodge as well. Breath ragged and painful you glanced around rapidly at your surroundings to try and get your bearings. It would hurt but you could still claw your way back up the incline- that is if the entire reason you were in this mess anyway wasn’t there laying in wait for you. As if on cue a finned head popped into view. Too far down the incline you couldn’t tell if you had been spotted or if he was still looking for you as you went perfectly still. The violet motioned to someone else above you and another head came into view. For a moment you thought you might be safe- and then a third head came into view. Your stomach clenched with renewed fear as the third violet blood pulled out their weapon. The harpoon spear glinted in the alternian moonlights and you could feel the prickly sting of your own tears building up.
You were going to die. Permanently this time.
With silent dread you watched as the troll above you raised his arm higher to aim. A glance below you, further down where you had almost fell, showed a similar fate. A harsh drop that would break more than just a few bones. If you let go of the tree you would tumble to a possible death, but if you stayed where you were you would be speared and fed to the horrorterror lurking underneath the waves. All choiced pointed towards your death- but only one of those choices would be on your own terms. Glancing back up at the faces peering down at you the choice was made. Taking a deep breath you let go of the tree just as the seadweller threw his harpoon. You slid faster and faster, tumbling over yourself as you went, something agonizingly sharp pierced your shoulder and you cried out. Head bouncing off a low branch you knew no more.
Marvus was growing increasingly worried. Every dm he had sent you had gone unanswered for the past four hours. He’d chittr stalked you, checked your instagore, picked through your pesterchums, and even your grubtube. But none of them had given him anything to go off of. He had even gone so far as to dm Polypa to ask if the two of you had gone to a movie or something, but according to the olive blood she had spent the entire day with Tegiri. It was as if you had dropped from the face of alternia altogether. He scowled at his phone and ran a clawed hand through his hair. Today was supposed to be his day off, the two of you were going to hang out and if everything went alright he was going to ask you to spend the day. Maybe even make a move or two. Instead he was pacing his hive, nearly losing his mind with worry. It wasn’t like you to be this dormant- especially considering most of your friends kept track of you through your accounts. You hated to worry your friends for any reason. There was more to it than that but Marvus wasn’t your moirail and so he kept firmly out of it. Now, he was wishing he’d been more nosey. Sending another unread dm he cursed and threw on his signature jacket. Snatching his cane up from where it rested next to his front door he barged out into the late night. Most of the trolls he passed were heading home after a long night of work or partying to sleep away the scathing heat of the coming day. They leapt from his path as if burned as he marched down the sidewalk towards the woods you had last been seen in. His expression might have been relaxed but the orange-ish tinge to his eyes spoke volumes of his annoyance. Not quite rage, no- Marvus was rarely angry with you, but the maelstrom of emotions nagging at his thinkpan were so obnoxiously loud he could have screamed. His white knuckled grip on his cane as he flexed his fingers trying not to lash out at the trolls staring at him kept them from trying their luck with the celebrity. If he could have cast out his chucklevoodoos to turn the entire neighborhood into a mindless search party he would have. But if you were truly fine the display might frighten you and that was the last thing Marvus wanted. The search would take longer by himself but he reasoned it was for the best. You had most likely fallen asleep somewhere or made another friend who was monopolizing your time with them. It was a reasonable assumption. True danger always seemed to skip right over you. You always knew the choices to make to survive.
He found you at the bottom of a ravine. Your body unnervingly still with a golden harpoon sticking straight through your shoulder and pinning you firmly to the ground. He was careful as he slid down towards you. Not wanting to trip and possibly land on you. His bloodpumper was pounding in his ears as he grew closer, terrified that you had finally met your end. There was so much red, so much unnervingly bright mutant red. It slicked your clothes and muddied the ground for the entire world to see. If he’d been the painting type, the religious type, he’d say it was a sacrilegious masterpiece. Instead all he could focus on was the tremor in his hands as he checked your pulse. Whoever had done this… He caught his reflection in the polished gold of the harpoon, the bright scarlet of his eyes and the sneer pulled tight across his face. He’d kill them. He would fucking kill them for this.
To your surprise you awoke. Sunlight struggling to burn through the blinds and purple curtains covering the windows of the room. A thick blanket had been tucked up around you making it difficult to do more than wiggle. Your shoulder and head a dull throbbing reminder of what had nearly come to be. The hulking shadow of a large troll caught your attention near your legs and you glanced down to find Marvus lifting the blanket to check the carefully done bandages on your legs. You must have made a sound at the sight of the violet blood still slicking his favorite jacket, nausea over what he must have done surging forward, causing him to look up at you. Those striking eyes were ringed in a deep scarlet, contrasting with the rich purple that was quickly marking his soon to be adult molt. He smiled, slow and predatory.
“Don’ worry none lil mama, I took care of it. You jus catch some ‘z’s yeah?” His hand reached out and smoothed back the hair that had fallen into your face. “They ain’t gon hurt you. I promise.”
As his hand continued to stroke your face you realized he wasn’t wearing any of his jewelry, the paint on his face had been smudged, and there was a predator’s satisfaction oozing from every bit of him. Something warm and soft nudged at your mind, reminded you of the sweet siren’s call of sleep. Your limbs growing heavy as your eyes drooped.
“Marvus?” You croaked in confusion, he smiled at your scrunched brow and slight pout.
“Lemme take care of you babe.”
“M’kay…” You yawned the fight and adrenaline leaving you as if siphoned away. He hated to use his chucklevoodoos on you but if it got you to rest then he didn’t see the harm. As you drifted back towards a dreamless slumber he pressed a kiss to your scalp and sighed. He’d have to call Polypa, it was her right as a moirail to know where you were and to help him finish the last motherfucker off. He glanced at the harpoon still crusted in your blood and its obnoxious violet insignia. Rage boiled under his skin, only abated by the fact you were there with him and recovering nicely.
Hi, could I have some angst with fluff with Marvus? Like the reader could get hurt by other trolls and Marvus takes care of her. Pretty please with a cherry on top.🥺
Its up now! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it! If not feel free to come back to my inbox for something a little to the left lol
Hey it’s simp from your piece “Miss you”! I was wondering if u could make a pt2 of Marvus domming Y/n but like super sweet but rough? Or even just it being it’s own thing not even a continuation I rlly like ur writing! Could it be Like along the lines of ‘ne1 pail u dis good lil mama?’ ‘My cute lil mama makin all dem cute noises jus 4 me’. Like kinda possessive? Thank you!!! :o) <3haha
I'm not gonna lie I got carried away with this one. Probably one of my more explicit request fills as of now. Though I'm sure that'll change. This is a stand alone since Miss You was specifically requested to be gender neutral. I still hope you like it and thank you so much for enjoying my writing!
Come Get Her
18+ explicit nsfw.
Sweat was trailing down your back, breaths coming out in pants as you writhed against the sheets. Marvus leered down at you and laughed as you couldn’t help but whine. Your hands were tied tightly above your head, the pillow underneath you keeping you at a delicious angle that had your thighs burning and back arching.
“C’mon lil mama, I know you can take it.” He purred, rubbing slow and agonizingly at your clit. A cry left you as he gave it a light pinch and your hips bucked involuntarily. “Aw, purrbeast got your tongue?” He teased. You might have said something if you were even capable of thought. He’d kept you like this for what seemed like hours, just there barely on the edge and nearly crying. With a smirk he scooted down your body until his head was between your thighs. Your breath was punched out of your lungs as he buried his face in your pussy, tongue shoving straight in and lips wrapping around your clit. If you had the breath you might have screamed as he gave a hard suck and seemed to eat you out like a dying man, that long tongue twisting inside you with the same precision as his bulge. Jerking in your restraints you openly sobbed the pleasure far too much. You were so close to cumming your legs were visibly trembling. Which was of course the moment he pulled away from you, lips and chin slick with your cum and licking his lips as he panted.
“What’s the matter babe? No one pail you dis good before?” He grinned as he trailed sharp claws down your outer thighs before grasping you by the knees and abruptly bending you in half. A small squeal left you at the rough treatment and you stared up at him with wide eyes as he got comfortable. Placing your ankles on his shoulders his eyes raked over you hungrily.
“Don’ be hidin’ any noises from me baby, I wanna hear ya scream.”
“Marv-,” You cried out, nearly screaming as he thrusted forward, bulge stretching you roughly as he bottomed out. He gave you no time to adjust as his bulge squirmed inside you, freezing cold and huge. His hips ground against yours and it was all you needed to cum- wailing and shaking as if possessed. Marvus hardly let up, just continuing to use you to his heart’s content as you wiggled and thrashed from overstimulation. Had you known what jealousy would do to him you weren’t sure if you would have still ignored him like you had tonight or given him your full attention.
“What’s that baby?” He panted hand coming up to keep your leg from sliding off his shoulder, a bead of sweat trailed down his face and dripped from his chin, those eyes dark with lust, “C’mon, lemme hear all those sweet sounds jus’ for me.” The purr in his chest vibrated against your leg as he hiked your hips up with a rolling thrust and a firm grip on the top of your knee. You shuddered and squeezed around him as your back arched.
“Fuck, please-,” You cried voice failing as his bulged rubbed roughly against your g-spot.
“Please?” Marvus prompted teasingly. You shook your head eyes closing as the pleasure kept building. A hand wrapped around your jaw and forced you to face him, giving your jaw a little squeeze he released it to trail a heavy hand over your neck. “Gotta tell me what you want lil mama.”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop-,” You were growing incoherent, the starts of another orgasm already building up and overwhelming you. The hand still resting lightly over your neck tightened briefly and you gasped. Staring up into Marvus’ face, free of his paint and flushed a dark purple as his fangs caught on the plush blackness of his lower lip when you squeezed tighter around him, you could only watch as he leaned more fully over you. Putting more of his weight into his thrusts as he leaned down and caught your mouth in a filthy kiss. His teeth caught your lip and tugged teasingly as he pulled back, still close enough to feel his breaths against your cheeks.
“Love seein’ you all worked up sweet thing. Gonna keep you like dis for a long time yet.” He promised. Dread, lust, and anticipation pooled low in your stomach and made your second orgasm all the more intense.
Thank you to everyone slowly trickling into my inbox with requests. I love you all even if it's taking me literal years to get shit posted. I love being able to pop into my inbox and see more requests its honestly so fun. I'm slowly working on your guys' requests when I get the free time so keep sending more!
So far I've been working on:
Professor Kukui smut. Not an x reader but honestly it's such a lovingly detailed absolutely filthy request I can't wait to get it posted.
Standoffish!Reader x Gamzee
Marvus x Reader fluff. It's so sweet guys!
Mallek x Reader one-shot. Not specified the ask just says "Mallek x Reader pls?".
TMNT!Mikey x Artist!Reader
Platonic!Quicksilver x Reader. ANON IDK YOU BUT WE ARE KISSING. KISSING I TELL YOU.
Nightcrawler x Reader request that was literally just "I'm here to enable you. Give me a Nightcrawler x Reader so indulgent you wouldn't even show your friends." I think it is the same anon who sent the platonic Quicksilver request and I want you to know we're married now. The honeymoon draws near. I am signing over all my wordly assets amen.
Hi there! I recently read one of your marvus fics and I loved how sweet and smothering you wrote him ^^ I was wondering if those requests are still open? If so could I request a marvus x Reader who just had a nightmare and marvus is comforting them? :0
Requests will always be open unless stated in my bio! But I've never gotten enough requests to warrant closing my inbox yet lol. This gave me so many ideas and ended up so much sappier than intended! I too want a big buff clown to comfort me from a nightmare, I think it'd be good for everyone XD
But I apologize it's taken me so long to get this done! So many ideas I didn't know what to choose and then life does what life does best. But here it is! Thank you so much for the request! I hope it meets your satisfaction and if not feel free to pop back in and request a different take on it!
Nightmares Marvus x Reader
Heart trying to escape out of your throat you sat up in your bed breathing hard. For a moment you could still hear the sounds of the alarms on your little rocket ship blaring in alert as you crashed into Alternia’s surface. But as you began to wake more you realized you were safe- Alternia long behind you. Trembling from adrenaline you shakily threw off your blankets and slipped out of bed. Your legs felt weak, fawn-like as you wandered out of Marvus’ guest room. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what had triggered the nightmare. It had been years since that night, you weren’t even on Alternia anymore. Trying to calm yourself you stumbled into the kitchen and took a seat at the island. It was nothing. Nothing at all. You had experienced much worse than the shuttle crash since then and came out on the other side. Out of all the nightmares you had had since then it baffled and frustrated you that the crash was the most frequent of all. Behind you was the shuffle of feet and you nearly jumped out of your skin as you turned to find Marvus shuffling into the kitchen.
“Hey lil buddy was up?” He asked tiredly, voice gravelly from sleep. Guilt over waking him nearly choked you.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.” You spoke softly.
“Nah, don’ worry bout it. What’s wrong? Y’look like you seen some shit.”
“It was just an old nightmare. Nothing I can’t handle.”
That just made Marvus frown as he came to sit beside you, dragging his stool close enough your knees brushed.
“Wanna talk bout it?”
“Not… Not really.”
Marvus sighed, reaching out to lay his hand on your leg in a soothing gesture. His thumb rubbed at the exposed skin, his cold hands remarkably grounding as you fought down the shivers of phantom panic.
“I know I ain’t yo diamond or nothin’ but you do be knowin’ I still care bout you right?”
“Of course.”
“But you still don’ wanna talk bout it.”
“Its an old nightmare Marvus, comes back up every once in awhile. But its over now. That’s what matters.”
“Still hurtin’ you somethin’ fierce though.”
“Marvus.” You sighed. He glanced away with a clear scowl before shaking his head.
“I don’ like seein’ you this worked up. ‘Specially when there ain’t a damn thing to do bout it.”
“I know. I’m sorry for waking you.”
“Don’t.” He spoke voice surprisingly firm, you glanced up at him to find him staring at you intently, almost angrily, “Don’t apologize. I don like the thought of you jus’ hidin’ away til your thinkpan’s on straight. Ain’t right.”
“People have nightmares all the time.”
“Yeah? Well you ain’t jus’ people to me.”
You could feel the tears burning at your eyes, the stress of your nightmare rearing its ugly head. For a brief moment it was as if the deafening screech of metal was all around you again. Taking a deep breath you placed your hand on top of his.
“Thanks Marvus.”
His other hand came up to carefully wipe the tears from your eyes. Movements gentle as his thumb caressed your cheek.
“What can I do?” He asked after a moment when the tears just kept coming.
“I don’t…” More tears welled in your eyes blurring his face, “I don’t know.”
What a terrifying thought. The realization you didn’t know what would make you feel better at all. His hand brushed across your cheek again, then past it until he was carefully cupping the back of your head. He tilted you forwards as he leaned down until your foreheads were touching.
“That’s okay. Lemme jus’ take care of ya.” He spoke, voice soft. He tilted away from you to place a kiss to your scalp. “Don’ worry bout nothin’.”
A shuddering breath left you as he deftly moved to lift you into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck you buried your head in his shoulder. Tears were burning at your eyes, trailing down your cheeks more insistent than before as you wrapped your legs around his legs.
“I’ve got you. Ain’t nothin’ gon’ get you tonight, babe.” Claws rubbing soothingly up and down your back you allowed yourself to cry openly. Sobbing without restraint into his shoulder as he carried you back to bed. He wouldn’t shush you, the comfort he offered was different than what Polypa offered as your moirail. But it was more than you expected to receive and genuine. So very genuine. You knew he’d cleave the world in two if you asked and it terrified you as much as it soothed you.
But tonight you could admit that it was what you needed. To know you were safe, to know you were loved, it was enough.
So for personal reference seeing how popular Lucky Shot https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/681458733944061952/lucky-shot?source=share
Is does anyone want me to continue it? I have some ideas but I'm also open to suggestions. Honestly I'm pleasantly surprised by how popular it's gotten! It's given me a few ideas for some different pairings using the same premise. But that's another thing entirely lol. Just super curious if people feel it's a better stand alone fic or if people want a continuation.
Howdy again! Please take your time getting to this as I know I’ve requested before but I just wanted to put this here before I forget lol
Would you be able to do a Marvus x ❤️Human Reader (She/her) where’s its a date to a human aquarium? ://3 it’s a favorite date idea of mine and I’d love to see your take on it! Feel free to make it as lovey and dovey as you want >:33
THANK UU BYEEE *runs*
I loved this prompt so much and I apologize for the shortness! And feel free to make as many requests as you please! The fic is up now and I got to make a little mermaid reference which was great lol
Kiss The Girl
Marvus x fem!Reader
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Fish darted through the tanks in brilliant colors, the cooler lighting highlighting the brilliance of their scales. All around you were families and couples enjoying their own outings. Despite this, the aquarium was remarkably slow today. What little crowds that managed to form always dispersed as if to mimic the schools of aquatic life you’d all come to see. Leaving you and Marvus in your own personal bubble. You had wandered into a more secluded indoor section of the aquarium to escape the hot sun, this one boasting small Alternian fish with iridescent white scales and vivid violet eyes. You knew it must have cost the aquarium a fortune to get them- or maybe a violetblood had been taken with the fanciful notion of the aquarium and donated the fish for their own amusement. It was always hard to tell. Either way you watched as the fish swam lazily through the water with their spiny barbs and fancy flared fins. Like a mix between a betta fish and a catfish. Beside you Marvus chuckled.
“That one looks like that lil’ violet that you been bringin’ ‘round.” He pointed to a fish near the bottom corner that was much smaller than the rest- and seemed to be sulking grumpily as it watched the others swim around. You stifled a laugh. It did look like Eridan oddly enough.
“That’s rude Marvus.” You couldn’t keep the humor out of your voice despite trying to scold your matesprite.
“Am I wrong?” He asked sardonically as he glanced down at you lazily. This time you couldn’t help the snort that left you.
“Eridan’s a wriggler, play nice.”
“Sure. Soon as he stops eyein’ you like a piece a fresh grubloaf.”
“Oh please. He’s just happy to have a friend. May I remind you how Zebruh gets?”
“I could still cull him if you want lil mama. Ain’t no big thing.”
“You know I don’t want you killing people on my behalf.”
“Worth a shot.” He teased leaning down to steal a quick kiss. Leaning into the kiss you rolled your eyes at his antics. Even so, you couldn’t help but smile at him when the two of you pulled away.
“Culling is illegal here on Earth, Dear.” You reminded him. Marvus gave you an exaggerated pout.
“I still say we should do it anyway.”
“No.” You replied bluntly, already walking away. Marvus snickered in amusement, his long legs catching up to you instantly as he placed a chilled hand on your shoulder and gently guided you more firmly to his side. The two of you made an odd pair, you’d admit. Especially to the people in the mostly empty aquarium. One human girl in her pale sundress and her juggalo troll companion in the most form fitting t-shirt he could get his hands on and an absolutely gaudy pair of skinny jeans. Still, it was nice to have a normal date. It’d been so long since either of you had had the time to spend together outside of stolen moments after Marvus’ concerts. Having this day just to be normal and in love was something you’d be riding the high of for weeks. Months even.
“Is that a cafe?” Marvus asked in confusion pointing at a cluster of tacky straw roofed “hut” shaped tables tucked near a tropical themed alcove.
“Looks like it.” You snorted in amusement.
“That is the tackiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Marvus told you as the two of you drew closer.
“Oh its horrible.” You agreed, entertainment thick in your tone.
“Who told them this was okay?”
“Not a clue.” “Even the menu items are tacky.”
“They are.”
“I want pictures.”
The two of you shared a look before dissolving into laughter. At least this way you’d both have something to eat. Not a bad way to end a date really.
Lucky Shot Part 2
His claws tapped a restless rhythm along the table, purple eyes flicking over towards the door to the guest room he’d had specifically refurbished for his little alien. They were sleeping, still under the effects of his chucklevoodoos, oblivious to the rage Marvus was barely restraining. He’d tossed his blood soaked jacket into the wash the sounds of his first two victims screams still ringing like a pretty chorus in his ears.
But that still left the last violetblood.
His insignia inlaid in the obnoxiously gold harpoon. A perfect target printed on his back. It was better than anything Marvus could have asked for.
“Why did you use your voodoo on them?” Polypa asked as she exited the guest room, her eyes narrowed accusingly.
“You know how lil mama be actin. If I didn’t they’d be up tryna walk it off.” He replied staring her down. Polypa stared back, the two of them not backing down as they locked eyes.
“Don’t do it again.” Polypa finally responded as they both broke eye contact. Marvus shrugged it off.
“Is what it is.” He replied before motioning to the harpoon, “This was stickin’ out they shoulder. Figured you should help a mofo out with the last one if you catch my drift.”
“Where are they now?” She asked, sliding into the seat opposite from him.Her olive eyes were narrowed in contempt as she observed the harpoon with an assassin’s keen glare. Marvus’ glare curled sharp and twisted in reply.
“They jus’ a lil lamb for the slaughter.” He hummed, “Don’ even know we comin’. The violet blood usually hangs out at the docks.”
Polypa gave a grim little smirk in response.
“Then lets pay our target a little visit.”
Your head felt like cotton as your conscious struggled to the surface, blearily opening your eyes you once more found yourself waking in Marvus’ guest room. Unfortunately, everything still ached fiercely when you awoke this time as well. Groaning groggily you slowly forced yourself to gingerly wiggle into an upright position against the frankly ridiculous amount of fluffy pillows. Who needed this many pillows? It was like a weird version of princess and the pea. Glancing around the empty room, your stomach sank at the thought that Marvus had gone to hunt down the perpetrators. Worry for your friends overrode everything else as you attempted to reach for the blankets to toss them off only to give a hoarse and breathless shout of pain as hot agony pulsated from your shoulder at the gesture. It knocked the wind from your lungs as you wheezed, eyes wide and teary. With a slam the guest room door banged off the wall with the force it was opened and there she stood in all her olive glory.
“You’re awake!” Polypa shouted, rushing to your side in an instant. Her comforting smell of popcorn and metal filled your senses as she gingerly wrapped her arms around you.
“What are you doing here?” You croaked, throat dry and scratchy. Polypa grabbed the glass of water by your bedside and pressed it to your lips.
“Drink slowly,” She commanded, “Marvus called me as soon as he found you.”
Her worried gaze warmed you as you greedily gulped down the ice cold water. Breathing heavily as she pulled the cup from your lips you gave her a small smile.
“He did?”
“He did.” She confirmed, taking a moment to fuss with the bandages on your face.
“Where’d he go anyways?” You asked.
“Just to toss some of his things into the wash.” She replied, her fingers trailed featherlight against your face and you leaned into the soothing touch. Pressing her head to yours Polypa sighed in relief to see you in recovery. “Don’t scare me like that again. I don’t know what I’d do if-,” Her voice choked off before she could even finish saying it and you shushed her gently as you pressed your forehead back against hers soothingly.
“I’m here.” You murmured, “I survived, its okay. Deep breaths Polypa.”
She sucked in a shuddering breath and wrapped her arms back around you, careful to avoid jostling your injured shoulder. With a heavy and grateful sigh you leaned into the comfort of her hold and closed your eyes.
“I thought I lost you.” She croaked, voice raw with emotion.
“I’m right here. I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
“You better not, who’s gonna stop Tegiri from insisting we watch Troll Naruto again?”
That dragged a laugh from the both of you.
“We seriously need to find him another anime to obsess over.”
“Yeah.” Polypa buried her face in your chest and you could feel the damp spots begin to form as she cried. Shushing her, you wrapped your uninjured arm around her shoulders and hunched over her in an imitation of a hug, gently swaying side to side as she broke down.
“Hey, hey, its okay. It was just a lucky shot.” You murmured. “Just a lucky shot…”
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modern AU where all clowns are one big family
GHB is the father of course. Others are his kids:
Chahut - 19, almost 20, Kurloz - hit 19 recently, Marvus - 17, Gamzee - 13, almost 14, Barzum and Baizli - 12, Karako - 8.
GHB is somehow connected to religion (and maybe organized crime) and Chahut often helps him at work. She’s most close to him among the kids. She also likes painting and photography. When father isn’t around, she’s in charge of the family. Also she’s the only child who calls GHB ‘father’ - others call him just ‘dad’.
Kurloz is a chill guy who usually just minds his own business. Sometimes he also helps GHB at work but less than his older sister. He’s mute (lost his tounge) and a boyfriend to Meulin who can’t hear. They speak in sign language. All Makaras also known sign language but at different degrees. Kurloz also taught Karako his way of communication and they two are close to each other.
Marvus is a young rap star with pseudonim Xoloto (Zoloto). He’s not really into his father’s business and spends a lot of time with scene trainings and something like that. He have a friendly nature and never fights with his siblings. He also caries about his skin and hair more than all his family if put together.
Gamzee is... well, Gamzee. He sometimes invites his best friend Karkat over and when Karkat saw Barzum and Baizli for the first time he stared at them because he has never seen twins before. Gamzee himself likes to spend time with tweens - he calls Barzum ‘lilttle sis’ and Baizli ‘little bro’. He also goes to the same school as Kurloz have and knew little siblings/nephews/kids of people Kurloz knows from school.
Barzum and Baizli usually spend time with eachother but like to hang out with Gamzee and Marvus. They like to play pranks at their siblings but usually Chahut aren’t included because she’s big and can kick their asses (figuratively). But they love her anyway.
Karako is the baby of the family. He goes to special school where they teach him to talk and use other ways of communication. Usually he communicates with honking noises but also uses sign language and he can spell some words: yes, no, honk (as a word), dad, knife, clown, hurt, carnival, and something else. Among things he can spell is a lot of weird curses. He also friends with Wanshi who’s a nephew to his school’s principal.
Besides all that, all Makaras are professional clowns. They often perform at streets juggling, showing tricks etc. They also host a yearly (or once-in-some-years) carnival. Mostly it’s GHB, but older kids help him with it.
Maybe clowns deserves some rights😳😳
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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.
The part in Hiveswap Act 2 where Marvus waves at Zebruh and even blew him a kiss was so cute
To my fellow transguys and afab-no-longer-"f"s who feel like they can't be hot guys because of big tits remember that Marvus Xoloto is a hot guy with the BIGGEST tits
