#He's a hippy he deserves a mullet as a treat

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Shapes never felt so good (Patreon)

#Doodles #Wander Over Yonder #Wander #Sylvia #Lord Hater #Ahhh ♥ Finally the results of my scribbly warmups coming to fruition #I wanted to make a comparison of how on-model I could get everyone first - thus the doubles from the last set as well #Yeah some of those were meant to be a bit wilder....like I said those were my warmups lol here's where things started getting good #It was still an uphill battle but Wander was where I broke - after his big ol' pile'a sketches anyhow. They weren't quite what I was after #But after a point I just got double mad and started making up weird shapes! #And ended up happy with them :D #He looks quite different but I rather like all those aspects of him haha #Squinty eyes and claws and sharp teeth and a bit of a mullet haha #He's a hippy he deserves a mullet as a treat #And a pipe for good measure #And then if Wander was fun Sylvia was on another level <3 #She has something of a Thraddash thing going for her which was not what I intended especially since I've never drawn a Thraddash #But I mean I'm not mad about it lol the Thraddash are pretty cool :) #I think her bottom lip is the real deciding factor there - it's a cool overlap shape! Very shape! #And I know she's got a comb but fluff was too fun not to try fjdsklafd #I do really love how Wander hugging her turned out there haha <3 They're so cute #And finally a differently stylized Hater! Heck! The sharp cheekbones sticking out from his hood is so fun to me haha #And I'm quite pleased with the how the little divot under his chin's shading turned out hehe #I haven't shown off much of my Skeleton Dance stuff which is a shame! They're so fun! So feel free to interpret that one how you like #I had that image of Wander leaning on a running Sylvia very strong so I'm glad I was able to do it ♪ Buddies

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Three Days -- Marcus Arguello

Written By: @desperately-bisexual​

Request: “Hey! I love your fics, and I saw that you write for deadly class? Can I get a Marcus fic where chester (fuck face) takes the reader and calls Marcus with his demands? Hope that's enough xD. tHanks!”

Warnings: Mature Content!!!!!!! (16+). Kidnapping. Drugging. Threatening with a weapon. Mentions of bestiality. Mention of masturbation. Cursing. Angst. Mention of murder. Description of murder. Like everything bad is in here, except for pure smut. So be aware.

Pairing: Marcus Arguello x Assassin!Reader

Word Count: 2026

Listen To: Like I’m Gonna Lose You by Jasmine Thompson

A/N: This turned out to be much longer, and much more intense than I expected. Yikes.

I shivered against the coldness of the blade pressed against my skin. I tried not to cry, I tried not to move… I was paralyzed with fear. When I had woken up, I found myself tied to a chair in Shabnam’s house. Only a week before had Marcus and I gone to his house for a party that the rat’s put together. But there I was, frightened to death in that same house with a knife dragged lightly across my skin, not enough pressure to cut me, though.

He circled me, groaning and moaning, and I felt sick. I didn’t know what he wanted with me, or what he was going to do to me. But telling by the state of Shabnam’s house, I wasn’t hopeful for the best. Who was this man that had taken me…

An hour ago, I was walking through the city with Maria and Saya. They decided to go steal some alcohol from the nearby liquor store, but I wanted no part of it. I was waiting outside for them, my eyes focused on the sidewalk, when someone came up from behind me and put a chloroform cloth over my mouth. I tried to remember my training, something— anything… but my thoughts were getting fuzzy, and then I was out.

When I woke up, I couldn’t see his face, but I knew whoever he was, he was in the room with me, watching me. We sat in silence for minutes, and I was too scared to say anything. I hadn’t taken any class yet where they had shown me how to get out of a hostage situation, all school was about was how to kill someone, how to dispose of the body, who to manipulate targets, etc. There was nothing about this.

As he brought the knife up, closer to my breasts, I stiffened. I thought he was about to cut my shirt open before he stopped. I took a deep breath and held in a sob. “You’re one tough cookie,” the man said, his thick southern accent pouring into the room like molasses. “All the others were crying and squealing when I took them, but not you. I can see why Marcus likes you so much.”

Marcus. He must have been so worried about me… Did he even know? How long had I been gone for? Did Maria or Saya notice I was gone, had they gone back to King’s Dominion for help? Marcus, my love… What did this monster want with him…

“What you say we give him a lil’ call, let ‘im know you’re alive… for now.” My heart pounded in my chest. “Give me the number, and I won’ hurt ya.” I didn’t say anything to him, even as he put the knife against my throat. I called his bluff. “Too bad. I already got the number from the lovely people in the kitchen. I jus’ wan’ed to see if you’d give.” My eyes followed him as he sat in front of me, a phone in his hand. I finally got a good look at him. His face was completely burned, his arm, too. He had a mullet, and fashioned multiple earrings and other jewelry.

“Please, don’t,” I choked. “I’ll do whatever you want, just leave Marcus out of this.”

“No can do, lady,” he said as he dialed, “This has everything to do with Marcus, I just need you to get to him.” He put the phone up to his ear, and there was silence as the phone rang. Then, “Hey, lover-boy. I just wanted to give you call, let you know that our lil’ meetin’ in Vegas wasn’ part of your hippie drug trip or not’in’. Do ya remember? I told ya I was goin’ fuck wit’ ya.” There was silence as he listened on the phone. I just wanted to hear Marcus’ voice one last time. “Oh, you’re lovely lady friend told me how I could find ya. Nice lady, doesn’ react well to the drugs I pumped in her.”

He took the phone away from his ear and put it on speaker, then held it out. I knew what he wanted from me. “Marcus…” I whispered. I didn’t know if I could talk any louder than that. I heard a breathless sigh came from the other side of the line. “Marcus, I’m okay. Don’t do anything he—” before I could finish, the man had the phone back on his ear. I tried to hold back the tears welling in my eyes.

“Anyway, she told me all about your new school, that you got accepted ‘cause of what ya did at the boy’s home. What it feel like livin’ my life, huh, Marcus? How does it feel takin’ my rightfully deserved fame? Takin’ my birthright. Don’t worry ‘bout it, now, Marcus. You’ve taken somet’in’ from me, so I’ve taken somet’in’ from ya. Now we’re fair and square. She’ll make a great pet, don’t sweat it. I’ll take good care of her.” The man smirked. “What I wan’ from ya is evert’in’ ya stole from me! I wan’ my fame and fortune, asshole! Or I’ll fuckin’ kill ya girl!” He calmed himself, “But, don’t worry ‘bout not’in, Marcus. I’ll treat her right before I blow her brains out. Hey, you remember that poodle I really like back in the day? Your girl really reminds me of her.”

A beat of silence as I debated what he meant by that. And then he put the phone on speaker again. “Marc—”

“Listen, we don’t have much time. I’m going to come and get you, okay? Everything will be fine. Just do what he says, and keep yourself alive, alright? I love you.”

I felt a tear run down my cheek, “Marcus, please… don’t do what he says… I’m not worth it.”

“Don’t fucking talk like that. I love you, okay? I’m coming for you.”

“I love you, too.”

The man put the phone back on his ear, “Oh, and just to speed you and ya lil’ friends along, I’m givin’ you three days to find us. Three days or I send her head to ya fancy new school. She’ll be packaged up along with ya ol’ pal Chico and a letter saying who killed ‘em.”

Chico… How did this man know about Chico? How did he know about Maria? About Vegas? About Marcus? My head was spinning.

For two days, that man held me hostage in Shabnam’s living room. We didn’t hear from Marcus or the others, and my captor hadn’t made any contact with them. He brought me dog food and water in a dog dish for every meal. He talked to and treated me like an animal, and at meals he would watch Animal Planet and National Geographic. On the first night, I realized why his hand was down his pants during the “Dogs of Mexico” segment.

He turned to me, “That bitch right there reminds me of Marcus’ side squeeze, Maria,” he rolled the r in her name.

He didn’t speak to me the rest of that night. By the second night, he was joking about how he would kill me, how he would send mine and Chico’s heads with packing peanuts, the worst human invention. He talked about the poodle he compared me to— showed me pictures of it.

He came towards me once he was finished, the knife in his hands again. I thought that was it for me. I watched helplessly as he considered the strength it would take to saw my head of my body. And then he went to the kitchen to consider a butcher knife, instead.

I finally let myself cry for the first time in a long while. At King’s Domain, I could only cry around Marcus and Billy. If anyone else saw me like that, they would think me weak and easy target, and I couldn’t have that reputation at a school full of blood thirsty assassins.

While he was gone, I heard the floorboard creak behind me. I jumped and looked over my shoulder the best I could. I saw Maria standing there with her face paint, red dress, and weapons disguised as fans. I tried to warn her that he wouldn’t be gone long. She knew. She snuck around the floor more carefully, weaving through the piles of trash.

Then I heard footsteps on the level above us, in Shabnam’s room. I should have known she wouldn’t come alone. The others must have come with her. Maria pounced when she was close enough and cut my bindings. I stood and rubbed my wrists before throwing my arms around her. “We don’t have much time, hermosa. Come.”

“Where’s Marcus?”

“He wanted to be the one to kill Chester.”

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

“No, I want to help Marcus,” I argued quietly. The footsteps from upstairs came into the living room, and I saw Saya. “You have to find Chico’s head, and that psycho might have even kept the body, too.”

“You haven’t eaten in days, you can’t fight like this.”

“I can, and I will. Go.”

Saya took Maria’s hand, and they went off to search the rest of the house. As I turned to head to the kitchen, I heard dishes break in a struggle. I tried not to think about the shooting pain in my legs as I ran towards the noise. The man who had kept me hostage, this Chester, had Marcus in a headlock, and Marcus struggled for air. I jumped in to help him.

Marcus got free of Chester’s grip and wheezed while I threw a punch to Chester’s burnt cheek. “Fucking asshole,” I cursed as I threw another punch.

Chester saw the third one coming, though, and nailed me in the stomach. I stumbled back into Marcus, who caught me. I looked up at him, and before we could say anything to each other, Chester came at us both with his knife. I dodged the attack, and hit his wrist, causing him to drop the knife on the floor. While I held Chester back, Marcus scrambled for the knife. Chester bucked and cursed as I jumped onto his back to slow him down. I managed to get my arm around his neck, and wrap my legs around his arms and torso.

Marcus turned the knife in his hand. “Kill him, Marcus!” I yelled. Marcus lunged and stabbed Chester in the abdomen. Chester groaned and stopped fighting against me. I fell away from him as he tumbled to the ground, holding his bleeding wound. “Burn in hell, fuck face,” I said, unironically. I spat down at him and fell into the kitchen counter. My legs stung, and my nose felt broken. My lip was bleeding, and my stomach ached.

Marcus hurried to me as I crashed into dirty pots and pans. “Hey, you’ve gotta stand up, babe. You can’t fall asleep, or you might never wake up.” He was right. Even if I had a mild concussion, closing my eyes was the worst thing I could do for myself. I tried to stay focused on his eyes and busted lips. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “This is all my fault.”

I put a hand on his shoulder to maintain my balance, “No, it’s not. It’s just the job. This is only the first of many experiences we’ll have like this.” Marcus held my face in his hands. “Thank you for coming for me.”

He scoffed, “You’ve gotta be kidding. I wasn’t going to let you die in Shabnam’s house, how humiliating would that be?”

“Always the jokester, Arguello. Just kiss me.”

He pressed his lips against mine, “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Maria and Saya came running in. Saya had a bowling ball bag over her shoulder, and I knew what was in there— rather, who was in there. Maria said nothing about it, none of us did. “Willie’s outside with the car. Let’s get out of here,” Saya said.

Marcus kept his arm around me, keeping me close to him, as we left Shabnam’s house. I always fucking hated that house.

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