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morsartis · 11 months

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Kiss The Girl

Marvus x fem!Reader

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.

#I might revisit this and turn it into a longer fic #If I can ever find the time #marvus xoloto #marvus xoloto x reader #friendsim #homestuck #hiveswap #reader insert #mspa reader #marvus x reader #requests #I really enjoyed this though!#So thank you for the request!#As always my inbox is forever open #Even if it takes me an ice age to get to things

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marvus-xoloto · 1 year

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Woe. Chapter 5 be upon you.

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#(for better or for worse....)#hiveswap #marvus #marvus xoloto #marvus x reader #marvus xoloto x reader #this chapter is the bastard child of this fic and i hate it. oh well! on to the next one :'o)

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rodentgoth · 22 days

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WHAT'S THIS AN UPDATE AFTER SEVERAL MONTHS!? Sorry this is taking so long, but me and @candy12110 are gonna try and get this done! The next few chapters will be from Marvus's POV, and the last one will go back to Chixie's.

Rating:: 13+ // Teen

Fandom:: Homestuck

Themes/Kinks:: None

*1 month earlier*

Marvus was so tired.

He'd been on his feet all day preparing for his set, and he finally got a chance to just breathe without some lovestruck groupie up his ass asking for an autograph, a hug, or trying to fill his quadrants.

It was exhausting being loved.

He was sitting in his dressing room alone for once, trying to relax while scrolling on Chittr. After scrolling past various adverts and stalkerish fan messages, he came across a video of some bronzeblood performing. They were in a seedy little bar, with a small crowd, and terrible lighting. He didn't have high expectations for them but he could always appreciate a fellow performer.

He watched the video to the very end and was mildly surprised by how much he enjoyed it. He went to the comments, and there were only a few. He wanted to comment but his publicist, and his fanbase, would kill him if he did. He could tell the few trolls that did comment were lower on the hemospectrum, they were pretty supportive. However, he did notice one from a familiar account that caused him to internally cringe.

THECODAKKEFFECT:: Great job, Bronzie boo! Sorry, I couldn't make it. I couldn't miss Marvus’s concert but you looked gorgeous on stage.

He stared at the screen curiously, there was no way in hell that indingdong was her matesprit. And if he was, there was no way he had any good intentions behind it, he was known for having his quadrants forever empty.

Marvus rewatched the Bronzie’s performance, the shot was way too shitty to tell what they looked like. Morbid curiosity led him down the rabbit hole, he got the bronzeblood’s name from the video caption and started looking for anything he could find on them.

Chixie? Chixie. Chixie!

He found a video with far better quality that finally showed what they looked like. Chixie was…shy? Nervous? He wouldn't necessarily say gorgeous, but she wasn't ugly either. She was…cute. She didn't have much presence or hype but she was talented.

After watching at least ten videos of her performing and pouring out her soul he could reasonably say he was a fan. Her lyrics, composition, and the way she put her all into her performance even if he could tell she was scared for her life half the time. Honestly, her nervousness weirdly added to her cuteness. Like a hopbeast shivering in fear but still thumping along in an attempt to scare off predators. She was definitely brave, not fierce or powerful, but she held her own on stage and he liked that.

He broke out of his thoughts to a knock at the door.

"Marvus, I'm coming in. I'm tired of all the noise out here," Chahut announced, busting through the door and entering the room with the rest of the purplebloods following her like quackbeasts.

"Honk!" The smallest clown, Karako, ran up to Marvus and hugged as tight as he could. As annoyed as he was with them barging in, he couldn’t stay mad at the little clown.

"Hey to you too, little wriggler. Been causing trouble?" He patted the little clown’s messy fluff of hair, before actually holding onto him.

"Honk!"

"Good. Never let 'em keep you in a box."

"Honk?" Karako pointed at Marvus's palmhusk.

"What? Her? Nothing. I just liked her songs so I was giving ‘em a listen," He waved the runt off, quickly locking his palmhusk.

Chahut narrowed her eyes at him.

“This another one of ya desperate lil’ groupies?”

“Nah, and mind ya business!”

"Mighty defensive are we?" Chahut stalked closer to Marvus. He instinctively moved the hand holding the device away from her, only for it to get snatched by one of the twins from behind.

They quickly opened the phone to see a video of the bronzie girl playing on a loop.

“Aww your love-sick for a lil’ Bronze girl,” Chahut said mockingly.

“How cute!” She quickly busted out laughing with the twins, before Marvus snatched it back!

“Didn’t I tell ya’ll to mind ya business!” Marvus responded with a clenched jaw. He didn't know why he was being so defensive, but he did find the invasion of his space and privacy annoying.

"Why should we? Mr. Unaffected is over here creeping on some bronzeblood. What happened? Embarrassed?" She said smirking and cocking her head.

The twins both shook their heads before speaking.

"You should be!"

"How embarrassing."

Karako just looked up at the bigger clown confused.

"Honk?"

Marvus’s face grew angrier by the second.

"I'm not feeling flushed for her little man. Why do y'all even care?"

“Cause we love to torture you!”

Chahut commented as she gave the device back to him.

He immediately snatched it out of her hands, causing Chahut to jump back a bit.

“Jeez, we were just playin’!”

He glared up at her annoyed, before sitting back down. The room fell silent for a bit before the twins began to speak.

"You're not seriously developing feelings for the bronzie are you?"

"..."

"You're not seriously developing feelings, right Marvus?!" They both repeated in unison.

His face became more annoyed.

“No, I ain’t!”

"Good,” Chahut cut in sitting down on the couch.

”A troll of your status ain’t got no business foolin’ around with some lowblood girl. You remember what happened last time?”

"That ain't gon happen. A, I'm not foolin’ around with her. B, I don't even know her. C, she's not even a fan. D, most important of all, I ain't never even met her before. There is no business happening here. I saw a cool performance and I wanted to see if she had talent. You motherfuckers are the ones making it weird!"

"Fair enough. Just tryna make sure you ain't repeating that bullshit,"

"Time is money. Do you think I can afford to pay attention to every lowblood out there? Is my name Nova?"

"Honk!"

"Right little man! I'm nothing like that fame chaser,"

“Honk! Honk!” Karako aggressively commented, while the other three just rolled their eyes.

“Whatever.” Chahut stretched her arms behind her head.

“I just can’t wait for you to finally be on vacation. You’re takin’ us with you, right?”

Baizli asked.

“Yeah, we got everything packed up.”

Barzum followed up.

“Honk?”

"You wanna go with me?" Marvus walked over to the smallest clown and picked him up, booped him on the nose.

"Honk!"

"I don't know, they been kinda annoying lately," Marvus teased the smaller troll.

Karako turned to the other purple bloods and shook his head side to side.

"Oh, you not a part of they group? I guess you could come with me. We'll leave these losers behind,"

"Honk!"

"Hear that, it's me and little man's duo trip. But, maybe if ya’ll apologize, I’ll consider bringing yas along.” He and Karako gave a small chuckle

"We're so sorry," The twins enthusiastically responded.

"That's two more invited! Chahut you're next."

"As If I'm apologizin’ to your lame ass," Chahut crossed her arms. She barely moved to sit up before having three pleading faces staring at her.

"Ooooh looks like the wrigglers are gonna miss you. How sad. But I guess you're too lame to hang with guys."

"Fuck you."

"That's not an apology. Wanna try again?"

"I'm sorry, Marvus,” She said grumbling under her breath.

“That’s three!” He said, high-fiving Karako.

"Vacation! Vacation! Vacation! Vacation," the twins chanted, flipping around the room.

"Honk! Honk!" Karako cheered along.

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Marvus was sitting on his bed in the hivetel. He was wearing one of his old merch t-shirts, no point in wearing that clunky tux and scrolling through Chittr. Since the point Chahut made about that clingy lowblood from before he'd been trying to keep his mind off Chixie. Unfortunately, nothing like forbidden fruit makes you want to take a bite. As soon as he arrived and locked himself in his room he’d started watching more videos of the girl. In his scrolling, he came across a post on her actual account.

Chixie:: I'll be performing at BloodBrawl bar tonight. Come out and show support!

Below the text was a picture of the lineup, there in big brown text was her name. She’d be the middle act and the bar was close to the hivetel. It was at that moment that Marvus got an amazing, and kinda stupid, idea. He did have a few toned-down outfits and his favorite black hoodie. It wouldn't hurt to just pop out for a drink real quick.

He just saw a recommendation to come out to a local place that had good music. As an accomplished artist, how could he resist hearing fresh talent? If he just so happened to see the bronzeblood that he's been listening to for the past two days then so be it. It's their fault for choosing this hivetel, not his.

With his plan in mind, he memorized the time she’d be performing and went to gather everything he’d need, searching vigorously through his bags. He found his most raggedy hoodie, an old patched-up pair of sweats, and some platformed boots he wore for a concert messiah knows how long ago. To make things more convincing he decided to give himself a fake caste symbol. But there was only one person in their entire Hivetel with paint…Chahut.

He sighed walking down that hall towards her and Karako’s room.

“Chachki!” He yelled knocking at the door.

He heard several large stomps before the door flew open.

“I thought I told ya to never call me that,” she looked down at him agitated.

“Whatcha want?”

“I need to borrow ya paint sis’.”

She cocked her eyebrow.

“What for?”

“I…Need to repaint some of my shoes.”

He all but mumbled out. It wasn’t a lie, after sweeps of performing a lot of his shoes and outfits were worn out. The bigger clown stared at him for a moment before sighing and going back into her room. She pulled a bag of spray paints out of her suitcase. She tossed them out to him, and he wandered off back to his room. He picked up the burgundy and quickly sprayed a fake caste symbol on his hoodie.

He wanted to make sure no one recognized him, went into the washroom, tied his hair back, and did something he never thought he’d do. He washed his makeup off. It was weird seeing his gray skin after only seeing white on it for so long. For the piece de resistance, fake glasses and a face mask.

He threw his newly painted hoodie on and slunk out of the hivetel room. He took the stairs to avoid any fans or press and snuck out the back of the building. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and hunched forward changing his overall image and hiding as much of his shape as possible. He didn't remember ever being able to leave a building without being watched or swarmed before but it was an exciting feeling.

Before he knew it he was on the streets, heading towards the bar. He did get a few looks on the way, he guessed they’d never seen a burgundy this big. Still, it didn’t stop some of the higher bloods from pushing and shoving him out of their way. To be honest he didn’t even notice most of them, they just bounced off of him. Plus he was too focused on seeing this gig to worry about any of them.

After a few minutes, he finally made it, and there wasn’t too long a line!

When he got in he noticed the place was fairly crowded, he thought back to the lineup, he did remember seeing some popular names. He looked around a bit to see if he could recognize Chixie before giving up and going to get a drink. He had a few songs to get through before he would get to hear hers anyway.

The act currently setting up was a purpleblood band. They were pretty good if he was being honest, but he wasn’t coming for them. He was here for one performance, and one performance only.

After them was a solo indigo.

And after that was another act and another…and another. If he was being honest, a lot of the acts were starting to meld into one another.

Something else he noticed was how many of the acts were blatantly copying him. Not just his lyrics and beat, but his entire persona and style.

Normally he wouldn’t mind this he loved it when people took inspiration from his work. But all of these acts felt the same, there was no flare or pizzazz. Just the same thing over and over expecting to get more applause than the last act, absolutely boring. But, it would all be worth it, soon, cause next up was Chixie!

Only the little bronzie didn’t come out, instead, it was another group of purples who, apparently came late. Marvus sat there confused, as to why Chixie wasn’t on stage.

Maybe they just rearranged her spot, so they could perform?

He didn't care for the abrupt change but it's fine he could sit through one more performance.

After them was another group, indigobloods. Then there was a teal solo act. Then two jade acts back to back.

It seemed like everyone but Chixie was performing tonight, as the show went on more and more trolls started to leave. Soon there was nothing but a handful of lowbloods and one indigo, standing in the front, left. Marvus was considering leaving himself, but he noticed a fairly short troll nervously walking on stage.

The last act came up, and there she was, Chixie. Despite his annoyance, Marvus felt a smile grow across his face when he saw her. He noticed her outfit, it was a long black button-down dress, a pair of white leggings, and a pair of black flats with baggy leg warmers. It wasn’t at all flashy, and it didn’t look expensive, but it was still cute!

His focus on her was broken by the sound of very out-of-place cheering; he looked forward to seeing the indigo loudly praising her and clapping. His eyes migrated back to the bronze girl, who was now awkwardly smiling and waving at him as she pulled down the mic off the stand.

A burgundy with a guitar wrapped around him stumbled out and started playing.

She visibly sighed, before she started to sing.

The song she sang was a somber one. She didn’t do much, she wasn’t loud or flashy like the other acts. She didn’t have dance moves unless you counted hand gestures and hip sways.

She was just being herself, calm, but kind of nervous. Many would probably call her “Plain” or “simple” but that’s what made it all stand out. She wasn’t trying to be this big personality, she knew who she was, and that made her all the more unique to Marvus.

Soon the guitarist stopped and Chixie’s voice disappeared with the last few chords.

He was stunned. She was far better in person than the shitty video quality from Chittr. However, he did appreciate whoever was uploading videos of her performances. He sat for a while watching her interact with the few lowbloods left in the bar before visibly cringing as she turned to the indigoblood that was feeling a little too excited to see her.

"Hey Zebruh! I'm so…glad you could make it. I thought you were going to a concert for that purpleblood you liked."

"Marvus. His name is Marvus.”

The indigo corrected.

“And I did wanna go to his show but I heard he went on vacation, so I decided to come support you in the meantime!"

"That's so sweet of you but you didn't have to-"

"What kind of manager would I be if I wasn't here to support my favorite bronzie!”

He interrupted getting in the bronze girl’s face.

"Oh. Well…You really didn't have to."

"Nonsense! They already bullied you once. If you had let me, I would ' ve made sure they never changed your spot, but of course, you're just too kind," Zebruh smirked. Marvus eavesdropped for a bit and could feel the anger she was hiding from his backhanded compliment.

"I'm glad you think so," She smiled weirdly at the indigo, as he tried to put his hand on her but she turned away like she heard someone call her, barely missing his hand.

"They called Trixie not Chixie," he said, dropping his arm to his side.

"Oh! Well, that's fine. Sorry, but I have to go, I gotta- feed my lusus! I'll see you later."

Without a second she turned and walked away.

"I love that about you. You're so responsible. Bye~"

He yelled at her from across the room.

The mousy girl quickly ran out of the bar, brushing past Marvus. His eyes focused on her face quickly taking in her features as she skittered past him. He wasn't expecting to get such a close-up- up but at least he was right and the trip wasn't a waste, she really was cute.

Marvus made his way back to the hivetel. He figured using the stairs would be better but by the fifth floor, he started regretting his choice. He decided to just take off his sweater and take the elevator the rest of the way up. He managed to make it through the hall without being spotted or recognized. Soon enough he made it back to his room and he sighed loudly when he got in.

His tiredness was soon replaced with panic when he noticed Karako sitting on the couch, legs and arms crossed.

"Honk."

"Woah! Hey little man, what you doing here?"

"Honk?" Karako glared at him, waiting for an answer.

"Where I been? What you mean, where I been? I just stepped out for a bit. I ain’t been gone long."

Karako made an annoyed face at the obvious lie.

"Three hours ain't that long. Why were you in my room for three hours?" He tried to change the subject but the little clown steamrolled past it.

"Honk. Honk."

"Thanks for thinkin' of me but you really ain't have to and as you can see I'm fine."

"Honk?" Karako asked again.

"I just got a drink and forgot to check my palmhusk. Sorry little dude."

The little clowned glared him down, giving an exaggerated pout.

"Just down the block! Look, it's not that serious."

"…Honk," Karako glared at him suspiciously.

"No, I didn't go see that girl. What girl are you even talkin' about?"

Karako quickly showed the evidence on his palmhusk.

" I didn't go to see her! I just got a drink at a bar she just so happened to be performin' in."

“Honk!”

“My makeup? It needed to be redone, so I took it off!”

“...Honk,” The small clown pointed at the jacket, and glasses he still had in his hand. It was at this point Marvus knew the little clown wouldn’t give up, he sat next to him and began to explain.

“Okay, I ain’t confirmin’ or denyin’ nothing. But maybe, maybe , I went to see her perform,” His panic was replaced with a small grin as he explained further.

“You should’a seen her! She was so sweet and so talented. I thought seeing her in person would, you know, scratch the itch. Sate my curiosity.”

Karako cocked his head at the older clown.

"Yeah, I probably should've left it alone but I couldn't not go after being told not to watch her."

“Honk!” Karako began to chuckle as he stated the obvious.

“No! I ain’t got red feelings for her! I remember what happened last time!” He picked Karko up into his arms “Besides, you too young to be talkin’ bout that!”

“Honk?”

“Yeah…I did say this was different…”

“Honk!”

“No! I ain’t goin’ back to see her.”

Karako grabbed Marvus’s palmhusk again, going onto Chixie’s Profile.

He pointed at the red quadrant status, which was marked as empty.

"Karako, I can't do that again. Chahut would kill me if I brought another groupie around!"

"Honk!"

"I know she's not a groupie but still it's not gonna end well either way." Marvus slightly raised his voice, causing Karako to tear up a bit.

The little clown began to cry and fuss, Marvus sighed and brought him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry little man, it’s just I can’t be out here catching red feelings for a girl I don’t even know,” He pulled Karako back wiping his tears, smudging his makeup a bit.

“Besides, if I went chasing after her, you and me wouldn’t have time to hang out!” He booped the runt’s nose.

“And ya wouldn’t want that now would ya?”

Karako nodded his head “no”.

“Then let’s not focus on all that quadrant mess, okay?”

“...Honk!” Karako squeezed his arms around Marvus’s waist, pulling him in for one last hug.

"Yeah! Let's get some faygo and grubcorn. We can watch a movie. Let me just get my paint back on."

#fanfic #mine #fanfiction #fic #homestuck #bronze clown ship #bronze clown #hiveswap marvus #hiveswap #hiveswap chixie #hiveswap zebruh #marvus x chixie #marvus xoloto #chixie roixmr #chahut hiveswap #chahut maenad #karako pierot #karako hiveswap

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halloweensuittruffles · 2 years

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I'm surprised no one has asked yet, so Imma do it; MarvusxMe ( ;D ) and hair brushing! Take that and run with it uvu

EHEHEHEHE HIIIIII SHADOWWWW💚💚💚💚 YES YES YES MY SIMPING HEART WILL WRITE

💜🎪Marvus x Reader 🎪💜[Hair stylin!!~]

You were moving your hair about after you just got out of the shower. As a normal thing after you get out of the shower your hair is drenched and drippy. You were all dressed and ready to go into the world, the only thing was your hair.

As you grabbed your [insert you favorite color] hairbrush an idea popped into your head. Keeping the brush in your hand, you walked out of your hive block to the hallway. Marvus had a rather big hive but he was a big guy so it shouldn’t be too hard to find him.

You found him inside his own hiveblock tapping on his palmhusk. The clown’s hair was up in a long ponytail being held up by a purple scrunchie, and he was in one of his tank top that surprisingly wasn’t completely clawed at the end. But you knew the claw marks were intentional. Marvus looked up to see you in his door frame, he grinned at you. Marvus’ smile was extremely contagious, so you found yourself returning the smile on your lips

“hows mah favorite matespirt doin eh?” He asked to which you responded

“Can’t complain! Just got outta the shower-“

“i can see, yer gettin water on the rug baby” the clown snorted “did ya lose yer towel or smth?”

“Ah no! Nononono its just my hair um,” you held your brush in front of you with two hands

“I was wondering if, you could do my hair for me?? Like brush it! Or style it or- like anything you want!”

The clown’s smile at you only grew sweeter, it was gonna give you cavities at this point. Marvus simply pat the spot in front of him on his bed gesturing for you to come sit.

Excitedly you jumped up onto the blankets (you HAD to jump- it was like the height of a dinosaur or something-)

You sat crisscross in front of Marvus as you handed him your brush. The Tv was on above the both of you so it gave you something to look at. Marvus had gently token a lock of your hair under his claws and had started moving your hairbrush through your hair. Mostly he used his claws though which as basically like a hairbrush on his hands.

As he was brushing halfway through Marvus leaned his head over to your head was under his chin. You didn’t realize he was there till you heard a small chuckle from above you. Color quickly rushed to your cheeks as you looked up. Your noses were barely touching.

“wh- Whatcha doinggg?” You asked

“jus admirin”

You huffed lightly pushing your nose against his earning another chuckle from the clown.

Later on he had finished your hair and braided for you! He put a bunch of different fake flowers in it too. You looked adorable!!

#fic request #fanfic #hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #x reader #marvus xoloto #marvus x reader #hawt clown hawt clown

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chunky-ruckus · 9 months

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Unfinished fic: Piecemeal

This was a chixie character study that was too emotionally difficult to work on lol. We projectin' 💅 It's not a lot of work, but it was one of the things I was excited to write.

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This one is just snippets / outline:

You’re angry. So angry. All the time. It never stops.

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Some people just don’t even like music. And those that do, well... Some people just don’t like you.

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Scene progression: first time trying to sell her music on bandcamp, being cyber bullied → meeting MSPAR, getting drunk with them for the first time, the exhileration of burning → she’s drunk again, trashing her old stuff. Wishes the old her would die, and then finding her first album, with her naieve and sweet drawings, and she cries because she knows that part of her was given away a long time ago → meeting dammek, being strung along → meeting xefros, joey, and marvus at the train station → watching marvus perfrom. What the hell do highbloods know about → her and marvus start an awful, self-harm based relationship → she breaks up with him, knowing she just gave the last piece of her away. She enters the recording studio, walks past the concierge, and locks herself in the recording booth. Trolls are trying to get to her.She doesn’t care. Let them kill her, cull her words: as long as their said. Something like that.

#my writing #aww this one i was having so much fun with!#again tho i was worried about being ooc #so i got a little stuck

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gamzee-little-clown · 11 months

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OOC #7

Working on F&S Too

Got another kurgam fic planned: Tantric Sex, inspired by these two Spanish Kurgam fics i found on FF.NET.

Gunna update my current multi chapter fics when I can

Need artist to draw content for fics as I cannot draw worth shit.

Looking for people to write fanfics with, kurgam, Marvus x gamzee, Kurloz x Marvus, GHB x gamzee, Gamzee x Gamzee, GHB x Marvus x GHB, Marvus x Karako, Karako x Gamzee, Karako x The Soliel Twins etc etc etc.

Got a big epic planned, but I am too mentally destroyed by recent extreme betrayals from people I have known, 6 to 15 years over my fucking shipping preferences to even tap at my fucking screen much rn.

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owlbeanies · 2 years

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Some clowns for your soul.

After some... grievances, kurloz and marvus travel together for a time. Marvus takes care of gamzee while kurloz is out- uh- working, so its not like he can complain, much. Marvus loves to point out problems, doesnt really love to fix them though he’s noticed. Prefers kurloz does it for him.

I really need to get this fic out. chap 1-4 is about 50% done, 1-7(which is the entirety of act 1) is about... uh, 22%? i made a completion checklist. When chap1 is posted there will be monthly updates until at least 4, although im hoping by month 5 chap 5 will be done as well. 6 and 7 should fall into place nicely after that, AND well... i have no fucking idea. none.

Thats a lie i have this bitch outlined to chap 1000, i just dont know how to connect the twin’s arch to the beginning of act 2. Are the twins in act 2?? maybe i should consider them act 3??? but then act 2 is going to be kinda sort... ugh.

#homestuck #hiveswap #gamzee makara #kurloz makara #marvus xoloto #barzum and baizli #Soleil twins #sketches #hsnouwbm #Fanart #art #digital art

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aurel224 · 2 months

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A fic in the meantime

So I've talked a bit about my much, much larger project Hivebound, which is both being written as we speak and also open casting for voice actors, but that's not what this post is about.

Nope, I'm happy to say that in the meantime while the next chapter of Hivebound and casting is being worked on, I'm writing a small fic that's just a couple chapters long, just short and sweet to enjoy. Except perhaps not very sweet because it's actually about Xefros being an angsty boi who's in dire need of a hug.

So yeah, Xefros angst, Dammek pining, Marvus' existence, all that good shit.

#ao3 #homestuck #hiveswap #xefros tritoh #dammek #marvus xoloto

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memeticexistence · 11 months

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Sometimes I think how I am completely blind to most romantic coded interactions between characters but at the same time will come up with the wildest of crackships wih two guys who haven’t interacted in canon because I saw a few theory post about them that might or might not be true and ran with them

Like the process was :

Read a limeblood Dammek fic

Reread a fic about limeblood lore

Read a youtube comment about Limeblood Marvus and search a few posts about it

Galaxy brain idea

I applaud all crack shippers out there,your minds truly are on another level

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morsartis · 1 year

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Fic Masterlist

Thought I'd make a masterlist of all the fandoms I write for and the fics I've done so far.

HOMESTUCK/FRIENDSIM/PESTERQUEST

Lanque Bombyx

Masochism Tango- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/masochism-tango/suzv9jm8j3az

Mallek Adalov

Victory Spoils- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/victory-spoils/152xtvm80nwp

Cirava Hermod

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/whyd-you-only-call-me-when-youre-high/t0089xxv9lu2

Marvus Xoloto

Come Get Her- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/come-get-her/vizkenltfuz5

Lucky Shot- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/lucky-shot/x54inu5fasvs

Miss You- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/miss-you/ewen2twbm0y1

Lights Down Low- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/lights-down-low/ohj2wuzff6nj

Let's Link- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/lets-link/hx697kygcfoh

The Bets Are On- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/the-bets-are-on/918wjpbuivaf

That [Redacted]- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/that-redacted/bl3lkqf5sdoq

Built Like An Icecream Cone- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/built-like-an-ice-cream-cone/rigvlt2xspty

The Tweet Part 1- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/the-tweet-part-2/uqqt1es4h5n3

The Tweet Part 2- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/the-tweet-part-2/uqqt1es4h5n3

Marvus x Reader- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/marvus-xoloto-x-reader/rdan8fe7rxkv

Marvus Headcanons- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/hey-hey-i-would-like-to-req-some-headcanons-of/bg1acxxqi85p

Marvus Headcanons- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/hey-your-writing-was-awesome-ive-just/280001hqducz

Polypa Goezee

Together- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/together/08tzjvdvjasf

Polypa x Reader- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/polypa-goezee-x-reader/2c7odkvm2o2j

Tagora Gorjek

Tagora x Reader- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/tagora-gorjek-x-reader/653j7tepcqrf

X-MEN

Peter Maximoff

Compliment- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/compliment/08f2jjfpe3jj

Compliment Part 2- https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/712465236316372992/compliment-part-2?source=share

TMNT

HETALIA

MARVEL/MCU/616 COMICS

TRANSFORMERS/MTMTE/CYBERVERSE

POKEMON

STAR TREK

BNHA/MHA

FNAF/SECURITY BREACH

LOTR

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marvus-xoloto · 1 year

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Hey gamers. *Hits the dab and explodes in a shower of visera*

I had so much fun writing this fic! Read it here, and don't forget to kudos if you liked it, reblog if you want to show me some support or love, and comment if you'd like to share your thoughts!

Chapter 2 coming soon!

Support your local artists and writers with a reblog ♻️😊

#hiveswap #marvus #marvus xoloto #marvus x reader #marvus xoloto x reader #just a fun little fic to write in between ASOBAM chapters #sorry these chapters are probably all going to be pretty short #it is a fic just for me but i am sharing it anyway

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rodentgoth · 10 months

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.X| "Answer Phone" - Ch.3 |X.

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I would like to thank my girlie @candy12110 for co-writing/editing with me! Love ya sis!

Rating:: 13+ // Teen

Fandom:: Homestuck

Themes/Kinks:: None

After several days of calls from Zebruh and texts from Cridea, her ticket had finally come in the mail! The train for Jeevik week left today, but Chixie had been so excited that she’d packed days in advance. In all honesty, she was kinda agitated, having to pack and unpack to make sure she had everything, discussing the schedule with Cridea, and having to deal with the most annoying essence of Zebruh’s clout-chasing. But, the day was finally here, and it would all be worth it.

A honk outside her door took her by surprise, she looked outside the window of the hive and saw a vehicle with an indigo caste symbol on the hood. Normally she wouldn’t trust taking anything from Zebruh, let alone a ride, but the closest train station was miles away, and he was the only one willing and able to give her a ride.

She quickly grabbed her bag and headed out.

The minute she set foot outside Zebruh opened the door and greeted her.

“Hey, Cupcake!”

Chixie felt herself cringe on the inside, but she powered through her disgust and formed a strained smile.

“Hey.” She responded back shortly and quietly as she walked up to him.

He immediately opened the car door and held out his hands.

She lightly grabbed his hand, trying to leave as much space between them as she could, as she hopped in the car.

He closed the door behind her, and Chixie looked up in the driver’s seat, The chauffeur was a burgundy blood, who looked as nervous as Chixie felt.

As soon as Zebruh got in and buckled his seat belt, the driver speeded off.

They spent a few minutes in silence before Zebruh spoke up.

“So, you excited to perform, princess?”

Chixie jumped a bit as if she’d be snapped out of a trance, she had spent the last minute or so re-reading messages on her palmhusk. They were all from R3dSplatter, and reading them was weirdly calming for her. To have someone to actually talk to about her music, who wasn’t an obsessive indidingdong. She sighed before finally responding to him.

“Yeah…but also a little nervous.”

She fidgeted with the device in her hand.

“I’m sure you'll do great. And if you don't I'll be there if you need a shoulder to cry on.”

He said, moving his hand to her thigh. She cringed internally but did her absolute best not to show her disgust.

"You're so sweet," Chixie said, giving him the least forced smile she could before crossing her legs and leaning away in a subtle attempt to get his hand off of her.

She heard her palmhusk ding and looked down to see a message from her new friend.

R3dSplatter:: I can’t wait to see you there, I know you’ll do great! Chixie smiled at her palmhusk, their words gave her more comfort than anything Zebra could've said. Chixie:: I can't wait to see you either! Cheer for me okay? R3dSplatter:: I will!

It took a few hours for them to reach the station, by then Chixie had fallen asleep in the car, Zebruh had actually scooted closer to her, resting her head on his shoulder. He shook her thigh in order to wake her up.

“We’re here, sweetcheeks!” Zebruh whispered into her ear. Chixie opened her eyes and froze when she realized something was touching her. Then she remembered who she was with and her body violently jerked away.

"You okay? You seemed tired so I decided to be a gentleman and let you sleep on me. Didn't mean to surprise you like that," Zebruh said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a sleazy attempt to 'comfort' her.

Chixie took a minute to slow her breathing, doing her best not to violently shove him away or cuss him out. She had to remind herself that he was her benefactor and even if he was a creep she couldn't afford to piss him off. She forced a smile once again and replied.

“I-it’s fine, I was just a bit shaken up, is all…”

She said, feeling a few beads of sweat roll down her face.

"No need to be afraid, my dear. The only ones here are me and you. And we both know I would never hurt you!" he replied with a smirk. Chixie resisted the urge to snarkily point out that the chauffeur was also here, but managed to resist.

She could just picture the things he was imagining while he stared at her in such close proximity. Her eyes darted around the vehicle as she thought of an escape plan. Her eyes landed on the station outside the window and she perked up. She immediately reached for the handle, and smoothly slid out of his hold, speaking in the fakest voice of excitement to hide her panic.

"Oh my god, I can't believe we're already here. It was so sweet of you to give me a ride! I should get to the platform. I want to get a good place to stand so I can grab a seat. It was nice riding with you. I'll see you later!" She gushed out, doing her best to seem appreciative and not like she wanted to crawl out of her skin to get away from him. The urge to take a full body bath to get rid of the feeling of his hand on her bare skin was overwhelming but she kept her calm in front of him.

Zebruh immediately hopped out of the car after her “I could always wait with you!”

Chixie froze as she turned back to look at him.

“Y-you don’t have to do all that! I don’t wanna inconvenience you!”

She replied, hoping that for once in his life he would take the hint!

“Nonsense, it would be rude of me not to escort you!”

He held out his hand for her to grab. Chixie hesitated to grab it, but she gave a very audible sigh as she grabbed his hand, and he guided her to the platform.

The two of them got a lot of looks and stares from various trolls in the station, most of them were looks of disgust and confusion from other highbloods. She looked over at Zebruh, he had a disgustingly calm and kinda smug face. As much as he loved to rant about not caring about the hemospectrum, quadrants, or what troll society thought of him, he reveled in the attention it got him. All the stares and whispers were his validation that he was a good “Lowblood Ally”.

Chixie just looked down as they made it to the platform.

When they made it up the stairs she heard Zebruh audibly gasp. She looked up at him to see what was up, only to see his gaze was fixed on a troll near the gate.

She looked over to see what all the fuss was about.

Standing near the gate was a tall, well-dressed, and very well-built purple blood. His hair was a huge mass of curls, and his horns were crooked, with one going out to the side instead of up. He wore a purple suit with gold and black accents, and if the face paint was anything to go by, he was definitely a clown.

Chixie could feel Zebruh’s whole body quake through their hands, as he started to speak.

“Th-Tha-Tha that’s Marvus Xoloto! I knew he was on vacay, but I didn’t think I’d actually get to see him!”

Zebruh almost screamed at the top of his lungs, as he gripped the bronzebood’s hand tighter.

Chixie looked at him even more confused. She had heard that name before, he was some big-shot performer who Zebruh would almost never shut up about. She never really paid much attention to him when he talked about him, it was obvious he just wanted to pail the guy.

Chixie looked over at him in a strange mix of curiosity and disgust. On the one hand, if what Zebruh had told her was true, Marvus was a very vocal social activist, who apparently voiced hatred of the hemospectrum and its oppressive nature in multiple interviews. On the other hand, He was a purpleblood, even if he voiced hatred of it, that didn’t mean anything to Chixie. She has been surrounded by fake activists before and will probably continue to be for the foreseeable future. At the end of the day, Marvus was higher on the spectrum than her, and could easily have her killed if she even looked at him the wrong way. After affirming who he was she immediately diverted her eyes, to avoid trouble. The only good thing about his presence was that Zebruh seemed to forget about her and began to orbit him, slowly getting closer to him and farther from her. In her disdain for the two highbloods, she missed how he had kept an eye on her since she entered. In fact, he had a clear difference in his stance and expression from when Zebruh was holding her hand to when he let go and moved away from her. She missed the way he relaxed as she did the farther Zebruh got from her.

She found a seat by the gate, but far enough to leave some distance between her and the purpleblood.

To fill the silence and quell her anxiety she pulled out her palmhusk to text the only person that currently wasn't making her life worse.

Chixie:: I'm at the platform! Are you here too or will you not be at Jeevik week?

She sent the message when she heard a buzz across from her not even a minute later.

Her best guess was that Marvus had gotten a notification, on his device, however, he didn’t seem to check it right away. Chixie’s anxious mind began to wander a bit. What if she had somehow accidentally messaged him instead of R3dsplatter? She chuckled a bit at the thought, it was a silly thing to worry about. Marvus was a big celebrity, who probably gets hundreds of notifications every minute. She heard another buzz from across the room, validating her theory. Still in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but think that buzz was too coincidental.

#fanfic #mine #fanfiction #fic #homestuck #chixie roixmr #hiveswap #hiveswap chixie #hiveswap marvus #marvus x chixie #marvus xoloto #hiveswap zebruh #zebruh codakk

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halloweensuittruffles · 1 year

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Luxii’s master list!! X33

Tagora:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/715041380592943105/hihi-i-asked-something-but-i-feel-liked-it

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/714673062425001984/hello-can-i-request-tagora-and-galekh-with-a

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/711769735145111552/hi-could-you-write-tagora-having-a-flushcrush-on

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/685231822327742464/omg-hiiii-i-love-the-way-you-write-tagora-could

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/684226424786288640/hello-can-i-please-request-some-pale-tagora

Zebruh:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/714263693975781377/hello-hello-oh-my-goodness-i-hope-your

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/706523824363044864/ooh-if-youre-taking-requests-can-i-get-some

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/686048981733801984/hi-there-i-hope-youre-having-a-wonderful-day

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/685719834591395840/hey-could-u-do-just-sum-general-headcanons-for

Skylla:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/683372716808601600/lol-oops-forgot-the-prompt-skylla-x-reader-making

Karkat:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/683552879960850432/can-i-ask-for-a-fic-with-karkat-shoosh-papping

Kanaya:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/683997791604883456/hi-buddy-two-things-and-please-dont-feel-bad

Lanque:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/685095931456143361/lanque-pitchromredrom-vacillation-with-a-dark

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/685599677089972224/saw-the-stuff-you-wrote-for-lanque-and-oop-the

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/700316643055845376/yoyo-i-saw-you-write-for-our-favorite-partytroll

Marvus:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/685163015644069888/im-surprised-no-one-has-asked-yet-so-imma-do-it

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/688173784441798656/ack-im-not-good-at-elaborating-so-ill-try-my

Fozzer:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/685275029781561344/hi-could-i-request-a-pitchred-fozzer-velyes-x

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/697144215271079936/hi-this-is-super-specific-but-can-i-request

Tegiri:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/685624108642369536/do-you-think-you-could-do-a-hurt-comfort-fic-for

Tyzias:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/685711154501353472/oooooo-open-hiveswap-requests-dont-mind-if-i-do

Daraya:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/685910160702652416/idk-if-you-do-stuff-like-this-but-as-nepeta

Cronus:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/704898856130953216/maybe-you-could-do-something-for-cronus

Aradia:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/689593352618950656/could-i-request-some-femtrollreader-3-aradia

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/686314126433304576/not-sure-if-this-is-the-correct-spot-to-request

Mallek:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/702853699687645184/hey-i-have-another-request-because-my-birthday-is

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/688338378789421056/do-you-still-take-requests-can-i-requests-mallek

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/688173784441798656/ack-im-not-good-at-elaborating-so-ill-try-my

Ships: (I don’t do ships with canon trolls like this anymore but if ppl still wanna read em they’re here!)

Galekh x ♦️ Tyzias:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/684628892471918592/galekh-tyzias-with-galekh-making-tyzias-some

Lanque x Fozzer :

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/685816763632549888/could-you-possibly-write-something-for-lanque-3

Lanque x Marvus :

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/693706612501823488/i-have-a-request-can-you-please-do-marvus-x

Lanque x Tegiri:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/684238112730300416/lanque-3-tegiri-with-lanque-comforting-tegiri

Tyzias x Stelsa:

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/688258444032180224/hi-i-sawwww-the-request-you-did-for-that-nepeta

Jupitr x ❤️ Krispy (my fantrolls!!)

https://www.tumblr.com/halloweensuittruffles/684867741899980800/do-you-got-fics-of-jupitr-and-krispy-they-look-fun

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chunky-ruckus · 9 months

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Unfinished fic: Did the Eagle Envy Prometheus?

Hi gang! I'm pretty much done writing fanfiction for this fandom (just lost interest). I have a few fics I was excited for, and I figure I'd share the bones of what they were. So here's fic 1! I think there are 3-4 half written fics in total. This fic was basically a VTMB au wherein Marvus gets turned into a nosferatu.

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Prose written:

You see him many times in your life, but he saw you first when you only caught him looking.

Leaned up against the sign for Santa Monica’s Protestant Church of the Blood and Body (God’s got a plan for you!), the smoke he exhaled gave the impression he was fading away from the world, only here as a visitor.

He smiled at you then, Cheshire cat smile sharp with canines, his lips as full and flushed as cherries. And the smoke was all around you.

You know now that his eyes are a rich, laughing brown. But back then, you would have sworn you saw purple.

And when the girl at the counter of the 7-eleven joked that you looked like you’d seen a ghost- the resume in your hand crumpled where you held it tight- you weren’t entirely sure you hadn’t.

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Snippets / Ideas:

You stroke his hair as he convulses, continue to soothe even as your fingers catch on locs that refuse to stay rooted in his skull. He curls around you, clenches his body tight like a comma, like it’s not over yet. Just stopped for a breath, carry on! And he doesn’t move but to tremble.

“God, please,” he says, with eyes closed tight as if he can pretend it’s not happening.

Whether he’s praying to you or to God Himself, you aren’t sure. You aren’t sure it matters. You hold him there tight against your chest while he screams, muscles pulling skin taught through the tension.

And nobody saves him. Nobody is here to catch his soul.

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You hold him tight around the middle and he thrashes and writhes, bringing you both to the ground, his own muscles his puppet strings. “I believed,” you breathe into his skin, “I believed in you.” And he?

He believed in God.

His ashen skin is feverish, tugged tight over his straining muscles like it could split open at any moment, spilling out like overripe fruit, his pomegranate blood all over you and the ground. He curls around you, a comma curl, as if to say, just pausing for a moment, or more to come, just need a breath!

And you hope, you hope, you hope.

“God,” he says. “Please,” he says, with eyes and body clenched tight as fists.

Suddenly, that very heat spears you through, to your core. It spills in rivulets down your cheeks, pattering on your shirt above your collarbones.

He dies there in a pool of blood that could be his shadow, with no cross on his chest, no gospel in his gasping: death, in odium fidei.

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Working the graveyard shift has always suited you; some symbolism of death has always surrounded you anyway. [Insert here about how they’re amnesiac, though whether it’s because of how good they’ve gotten at denial or something real is up for interpretation]

[more here]

And here you are, home sweet home. Su casa.

Flipping the light switch is mostly a psychosomatic quirk; the lights outside are as bright as it’s getting, here in your home.

You’re not in denial; you know you’re considered homeless. This could all be taken away from you with a bad brush with the authorities, or a worse brush with the local teenagers.

It’s nice enough, anyway, to be homeless in the city. You’re not paying the electric bill to keep the McDonald’s sign across the street on, and it’s just enough light through the window to read your book by.

It is homelessness absit invidia; you don’t know any other life, and you’ve built your superego around it. Karl Marx, eat your heart out. You’ve never had a dream job, never dreamed of working, but you’re living well despite. You have enough money to keep this place clean. Enough wits to steal food. And friends who have your back.

Nobody needs to know how much your life is your grave, how your habits build your tomb.

The graveyard shift you work is only half of the metaphor. Pressure radiates like you could rip open your ribcages on hinges.

You don’t know where you came from. You can’t remember a life, lived. Some days, it feels like you simply crash landed here, right in the McDonald’s parking lot across the street. You have no memories of home, no memories of your parents. There are days where you aren’t even sure you’re one of the local species, some alien life form that just appeared here in all of their collective narratives.

You let the dark swallow you whole; day will break in a few hours, and you won’t squander the light.

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You stare down at your receipt, zeroed out by Chixie at the till.

The plastic bag hangs by your side, cutting into your fingers, condensation from the gatorade wetting your thigh.

Zero, as a number, did not exist naturally as the other numbers did. There has always been one atom, two people, millions of shades of feeling: all countable, all present. But the concept of nothingness as a meaningful, mathematical concept came later, from an Indian mathematician who’s name has been lost to time.

You wonder, with Marvus’s absence so conspicuous in your home, if that mathematician felt like this at the time. Now you see: you are not currently one minus one, but have always been one plus zero. The evidence is in what’s missing. What’s always been missing.

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MSPAR asks for Marvus’s number and he gives them bible verses instead.

John 6:55: For My flesh is true food, and My blood is true drink. // Matthew 26:28: for this is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for forgiveness of sins.

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Meet Marvus → He befriends them slowly → He gets them to break inside the church with him at night so he can pray. He’s been a very bad protestant, so he’s making his own forgiveness here on earth. Talk about fear of dying (So when you said God had a plan for me, you meant you had a plan for me) He’s a soundcloud rapper (or so MSPAR thinks), and he sends them a link to his mixtape. They don’t listen to it, not having internet at home, but are intrigued by the titles.→ Weeks go by without seeing Marvus at all. → They break into the church late at night on a hunch one night (the stained glass of cain and abel is smeared with blood) and find Marvus holding his neck. MSPAR investigates and notices two bite marks, burst capillaries spreading away from them like a map. They joke about someone fancying themselves a vampire and Marvus laughs lowly. Parallel to his bad end: at least, if he’s dying, he’s somewhere where he feels safe. MSPAR holds his hand and he drifts off to sleep. → MSPAR wakes up to the sounds of Chahut opening the doors to the church. They drag him- he’s sleeping heavily- to their beat up old car. Then they put on their hat and go to work. → Marvus isn’t in their car when their shift is over, and they notice that their monster has been drained of drink and their car doors were all locked. → Chixie is playing at a jazz bar one night and MSPAR goes to watch her sing. Once her set is over, they notice Marvus standing outside the window, watching. He waves once MSPAR sees him. He plays cat and mouse with them, leading him through the streets and towards a club with loud, pulsing base. MSPAR notices his eyes are more predatory, and he looks sick. He wears an ascot even though it’s hotter than hell, and they get a little hot and lusty out on the dancefloor. MSPAR licks a bead of sweat off his neck and Marvus shudders, nearly fainting. MSPAR thinks thats just the sexy mood, but it ends up that Marvus needs to leave. He’s clutching his elbows and grinding his teeth. → They make it out, MSPAR suggests a slushie run, hoping to keep the tone light. And there’s nobody on duty right now, it should be safe. Under the flourescent lights, Marvus transforms a bit more into a monster. (Insert snipper here). Include: he stumbles and pulls one of the levers for a red slushie, and red slushie is all over him like blood. He’s so cold, colder than even the ice should make him. Once he finally settles down, MSPAR desperately searches for a heartbeat and, upon finding none, rips open his shirt to press their ear to his chest. His body is a nightmare, full of pockmarks and pale and sinewy. They’re about to call emergency services before he grabs them suddenly by the wrist and says no. Just take him back to his car. His car is this bougie ass limo with tinted windows. MSPAR is p much hysterical, and Marvus tries to calm them down as best he can. → A few more weeks go by, MSPAR hasn’t seen Marvus. They end up hunting him down to an abandoned building behind a church; you can hear the church music playing muffled through the walls. He looks awful, fully transformed into a nosferatu. MSPAR tries to act like they aren’t scared; Marvus talks about his worth now that he isn’t beautiful anymore. There’s wires all over the floor; he’s watching his old music videos. [insert feeding scene here; should parallel a sex scene].

#my writing #fic snippets #i'm sad i won't write this bc i was veeerrry excited for it #but my brain has no bandwith for writing anymore. maybe original fiction in the future

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