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sunlitewhispers · 1 year ago

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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.

#whistalk #hiveswap friendsim #marvus xoloto #hiveswap marvus #marvus x reader #Hiveswap headcanon #hiveswap #friendsim #reader insert #Quadrant talk #hs marvus #long post #Small mention of Zebruh #Small mention of sea dwellers #Would Marvus be a Troll Mr. Beast in spirit?#Trying to summon the xoloto vibes when writing speaking parts in this #MSPA reader mentioned #homestuck

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sludgewolf · 2 years ago

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How They Help You Take Things From Tall Places 2

Characters: Polypa / Lanque /Mallek / Marvus x reader

Warnings: maybe foul language, reader is short

Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post

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Polypa Goezee

She curiously watches as you look up at your favorite mug, safely stashed way too high for you to reach

that's what you get from having an assassin as a quad

As you start to drag a chair over Polypa finally asks

"hey * need some help? *|" while laughing at your antics

she puts you on her shoulders so that you can reach the mug yourself

Lanque Bombyx

You know Lanque is a not so little shit

so of course he puts everything up where you can't reach on purpose

When you do need something he exiled to the top shelf, you have to go all the way back to where he is holed up

and trying not to punch him in the face you ask for his help

The bastard then finally grabs it for you and just stands there staring at you holding your things still out of your reach with an shit eating grin only Lanque could pull off

no matter how much you jump up or ask him for it, he only hand it to you after you give him his "well deserved" thank you kiss

Mallek Adalov

No matter how athletic Mallek may seem, with that skater attitude and troublemaker face

they're a lazy ass bitch

if they can do something while laying down they will

And when it comes to helping you grab the bag you brought to their hive that you stashed in the only available place in the whole mess of a respriteblock , on top of their wardrobe, it's no different

They will watch you climb up to it, using anything around that you guess will hold your weight

but the thing you might not notice, too busy trying to balance over some random boxes they had lying around, is that Mallek is ready to bold up at any second to catch you if you fall

that is, if you're at a height that will hurt you if you fall, if not he'll look you in the eye and laugh at you

Sometimes, when they're as they say "already around" they pick you from your makeshift stairs once you reach your bag so you don't need to climb down

and when they know you're safe and being cute climbing around like the drossvermin you are, they will laugh at your attempt and help you get it

like it's the easiest shit ever and as if you haven't spent the last 15 minutes or so trying to reach it

Marvus Xoloto

Different from other inconsiderate trolls, Marvus will come to your aid whenever you need

he is extremely sorry for putting your books so high up

he really is, nvm him laughing, he just forgets how big your height difference is and puts things where it's easier for him

Marvus has better and more creative ways to tease you, such a prank is so under his level

But when you need help grabbing something, he lifts you up by the waist for you to reach it

and squeezes you into a hug before setting you back down

#hiveswap #polypa goezee #lanque bombyx #mallek adalov #marvus xoloto #polypa x reader #lanque x reader #mallek x reader #marvus x reader #hiveswap hcs

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morsartis · 1 year ago

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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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animatedautism · 2 years ago

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marvus let me smash

#homestuck #hiveswap #marvus xoloto #marvus x reader #friendsim #msparvus

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marvus-xoloto · 2 years ago

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Woe. Chapter 5 be upon you.

Read here.

Support your local artists and writers with a reblog ♻️😊

#(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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jklovu · 2 years ago

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Lol I'm bad I meant to say rapper

oh 💀💀

Money Trees (kendrick lamar) Marvus Xoloto with a lowblood troll reader

Marvus would most likely not care about you being a lowblood, but would like to do collabs with you. If your like Chixie and make music that discusses topics like how unjustful the caste system is, he'll try his hardest to make sure you DONT get culled. He finds you to be very brave for discussing topics such as those and he wants to make sure you can discuss even more in you music.

#hiveswap x reader #homestuck x reader #marvus xoloto x reader #marvus x reader

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cringe-writing-overlord · 9 months ago

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The people require marvus SMUT 🗣️

Same ❤️. Doing AMAB reader for this one because there's not enough of that.

🎉Marvus x Reader🎉

Nsft Below Cut!

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Marvus digs his fingers into the sheets, arching his back as much as possible, even though he's practically face-down ass-up already. He's tired, he's stressed, and he needs you.

Your hands run down his back as you press yourself against his ass. He grinds on you, huffing impatiently as you run your fingers through his hair.

You don't want to play around too much, wind him back up again. You push into him, and the way his nook clenches around you, cold as ice against your hot, warm-blooded body, makes you moan before you even get halfway in. Marvus sighs happily, some of the tension leaving his shoulders as you bottom out.

He's always told you how much he loves your warmth. He sleeps right next to you, usually, clinging to you like you're his own personal heating pad, and you can only imagine how it feels to Marvus, who throws his head back in a moan when you pull out and thrust back in, and, Christ, he looks like a top-tier pornstar from this angle.

Human dicks were, pretty obviously, not made for troll's nooks to take. They're not as soft as bulges, and they don't bend like the tentacles that trolls have. But they have an advantage there, too. You can rub up against every little ridge and soft spot and bundle of nerves that makes Marvus melt under you in the sheets.

His hair, slightly sticky with Faygo, cascades down over his shoulders. His body has a light sheen of sweat over it, making him look like he's glowing in the low light of the room. His face paint is fucked. Fucked beyond recognition. Smudged all over the pillow he has his face hidden in and, somehow, smeared down his chest in some spots. Your lips meet the back of Marvus' shoulder, and you mumble in his ear about how pretty he is. He lets out a broken moan and begs for you to speed up. Of course, you oblige.

Marvus does this pretty often. He'll come back to his hive from wherever the hell—a concert, church, maybe just a night out if it was particularly rough on him—and he'll ask you for this. It's one of the easiest ways to calm him down, and that's what you focus on as you caress his body, grope around, rub his grubscars, and fucking plow the tension out of him.

He's close. You can see it in his scrunched-up eyebrows and his shut-tight eyes, how his fingers twitch deeper into the fabric of the pillow he's gripping for dear life. And you can feel it while you thrust into him, with the way his nook is trying to suck you in and never let you go.

You stroke his bulge, giving it some much-needed affection as Marvus lets out a broken moan. You've learned a few things about him, in the while you've known him. One that really matters right about now is that he thinks that it is the hottest, kinkiest thing fucking ever to cum inside him. It's not something trolls do often, or ever, really. He was ecstatic when you asked for the first time if you should pull out or not, and he appreciates that your mess isn't hard to clean up at all when compared to the fucking flood that trolls leave behind.

And so, when he whispers for you to grab the bucket by the concupiscent platform, you speed up your thrusts. He comes just as you move the bucket beneath his bulge, ass still high in the air. You know how oversensitive he gets after he comes, but you also know he will get whiny as fuck if you pull out before you do, too. So you speed up, get rougher, chase that peak like a hunting dog chasing a rabbit, and Marvus lets out the most beautiful noises you've ever heard from him.

You come into his nook, balls-deep and sweaty as fuck, giving just a few more thrusts into Marvus that make him let out a few more little whines as you ride out your orgasam.

The bucket is moved aside, and you and Marvus sit in comfortable silence in eachother's arms. The tension in him has melted away, replaced with the sleepy afterglow of good sex, and when you notice that, you like to think you did what he asked of you pretty damn well.

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I LITERALLY STARTED WRITING THIS AUGUST OF 2023. FORGIVE ME. I AM JUST STARTING TO WRITE AGAIN HELP ME 💔💔

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #hiveswap x reader #marvus xoloto #hiveswap marvus #Marvus xoloto x reader

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vikkirosko · 1 year ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do headcanons of Marvus xoloto x (female) (horror comic artist) reader who writes really dark humor and bloody comics. But has a chill, kind personality. If so thank you!

And I hope you have a good day/evening/night! :]

💜 Marvus Xoloto x fem!Reader headcanons Horror comic artist 🎤

When Marvus first saw the scary comics filled with dark humor and blood, he found them interesting. He was even more interested to find out who their author was. He was surprised when he found out that you were the author of these comics. You didn't seem to be a fan of horror movies or black humor. On the contrary, you were relaxed, with an eternal soft smile on your lips and a kind character. It was very different from what he imagined

Pretty soon he found out that you really were the author. A couple of times he saw you at work and your concentrated expression seemed nice to him. You were both popular, although unlike him, few people knew you by sight, but you received a huge number of letters from fans of your work. However, it was always quiet at home and Marvus could relax there, spending time with you

He invited you to his concerts several times. You were standing backstage, where he brought you so that you wouldn't get hurt in the crowd. Sometimes, when his performances were delayed, you sat in his dressing room and worked on a new issue of a comic book. When he came to the dressing room, he kissed you on the temple, rejoicing at the well-held concert and the fact that you could relax together after that

He was the one who first read the new issue of your comic. You showed him a lot of rough drafts when you couldn't decide what to draw or which scenario was better. You trusted him and listened to his opinion, and Marvus never imposed his point of view on you, only sharing his impression and letting you decide for yourself which choice is better to make

Marvus liked the fact that despite the fact that you drew horror comics, you remained kind and relaxed. He liked your comics and he liked you. You were both creative, and it didn't matter to him that you, unlike him, for your fans, remained a faceless author whom they would not be able to recognize in the crowd

#homestuck #hiveswap friendsim x reader #hiveswap headcanons #hiveswap friendsim #hiveswap #hiveswap x reader #hiveswap friendsim headcanons #Marvus Xoloto #Marvus Xoloto x Reader

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somberauthor · 1 year ago

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Hiya 👋 can I request some chahut or marvus x human reader cuddling while stargazing and talking about earth?

of course!! I hope this is what you were hoping for!! (I had to rewrite this like... 5 times. The tab kept closing :{ )

CHAHUT MAENAD ♡ HUMAN! READER

It was your first anniversary with your matesprit, Chahut. You were cuddling into her on a blanket outside in the grass. Your leg was lifted, and tangled with hers. You used her arm as a pillow as you two looked up at the alternian sky. She suddenly spoke up from her comfortable silence with a question you hadn't been expecting.

''whaT.. whaT was earTh like?'' She seemed almost... nervous? That was very unlike her. But she seemed genuinely interested.

''Hmm,,,'' You didn't know where to start. ''What would you like to know?" You glanced at her, before looking back at the stars. You felt a little bad putting her on the spot, but you didn't know what she wanted to know.

''whaT abouT,'' She paused for think for a moment, her eyes furrowing in thought. ''whaT abouT... your dayTime? you said you didn'T burn in The sunlighT.'' She chuckled softly.

''Oh! Yeah. Sunlight was actually good for you! In.. small amounts. It can burn you if you're out too long without something called sunscreen!!'' You said, smiling slightly at the thought of home. It was a bittersweet smile, as you knew that the chances of leaving were low. But hey, you had Chahut. She was all you needed to make this place feel like home.

''That sounds beautiful.'' She hummed out. ''I bet it would be even more beautiful if you were in the sunlight.'' You giggled in response, internally promising that if you found a way back, you'd bring Chahut. No matter the price.

MARVUS XOLOTO ♡ HUMAN! READER

You were laying in the grass with your Matesprit of 7 months. He had just finished a show, and wanted to hang out with you. You had set up a little picnic, just without the food. You looked at the moons with bright eyes, before the comfortable silence was broken.

''yo.. wat waz it like on ur planet?'' He asked, you were caught a bit off guard.

''Hmm...'' you thought for a moment, you compared some things in your mind, before speaking up once again. ''Well, first, we have beautiful plants! I'd have to show you my favorite one.'' You always had a picture of them on your person. You missed your garden. You had so many, it was almost certain they were dead. But you can make a new garden, with just as beautiful flowers here. With Marvus too.

''that sounds amazin' babez.'' He smiled. His smile was incredibly infectious, so you just had to smile too. You leaned closer into him as you felt sure of what you wanted (which you rarely did). You felt safe in his presence.

#fanfic #ao3 #authors #homestuck #hiveswap #marvus #hiveswap marvus #marvus xoloto #marvus x reader #marvus xoloto x reader #chahut #chahut maenad #chahut hiveswap #chahut x reader #chahut maenad x reader

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sludgewolf · 1 year ago

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Hc of Trolls being a Very Vocal Species

Just a personal hc I have of trolls making different insect like noises and how that affects their communication (+ some x reader hcs)

Characters: Chixie Roixmr, Polypa Goezee, Tyzias Entykk, Lanque Bombyx, Mallek Adalov, Marvus Xoloto

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The longer you've spent on Alternia the more you learned about the hell murder planet and it's inhabitants

A thing that you can't believe you only noticed once you got yourself some quads filled was that trolls are a surprisingly vocal species

they're always somehow making some kind of noise to better express themselves

it's so common for them to do so that it even snuck into their speech patters, specially with your more chill friends since you discovered it's considered very informal to do so

Galehk once lent you a book to help you understand it better but to no avail, so you just went back to observing and sometimes asking your quads some questions

Through that you discovered that they found it weird that you were so quiet and thus very difficult to read during conversations

once you explained that humans just can't make some of those sounds they grew more understanding, but now you do make an effort to make some noises like clicking your tongue or sighing

you even told them the ultimate human secret of talking with your eyes and concealed facial expressions

Chixie, Polypa and Lanque taking it much quicker than Mallek and Marvus did

sometimes having whole conversations with you from across the room while your dear Skek Boy and busty clown were just lost

Mallek even getting a bit salty for not understanding you for shit

But it wasn't easy for you either, troll language wasn't one size fits all and each of your friends expressed themselves differently

Tyzias swears to you those are just different accents but you say it's their little special ways

Chixie Roixmr

She's very musical, usually putting them in her songs

her chirps resemble the ones from crickets, though much longer making her able to sing with them

Some of the songs she wrote for you are made only for chirps and purrs

even if you can't understand the lyrics you love them with all your heart

Strangely when Chixie is angered or any of you are in danger you hear a deep rattle noise coming from deep into her chest

it almost doesn't sound like her, the rattles make her sound much bigger than she is

usually making whoever is attacking her exitate giving her the change to either run or take them out

Also, when she rapped as The Mask this rattle frequently snuck into her performances

Polypa Goezee

Though very quiet, especially for a troll, once you gained her trust you saw how vocal she is

She purrs a lot, and I mean a lot

the loudest being while she tells you the plots of her favorite romance books, the purrs giving the tiniest distortion to her voice that's just the cutest thing in the universe

Buzzes and chirps when talking about things that can't be explained through words

and sometimes even with things that can be explained but she claims clicking just conveys it better

Strangely she doesn't growl or hiss, claiming that it would be unprofessional of her to do so

or maybe it's because she doesn't want to scare you

Considering her line of work and outer personality it would make sense, that is, only if you didn't know the real Polypa

Tyzias Entykk

Doesn't vocalize this way very often since it can become a bad habit and sneak on her while with a client

but on some extreme circumstances the most she will allow herself to do is growl at an attacker or click when she's almost passing out from exaustion

You drag her back to her coon as she melts to your touch , her clicks making you reminisce of a long forgotten memory of summer nights by the riverside, nature bringing the world alive among the darkness that surrounds you

Lanque Bombyx

Also very musical, will and did use this to flirt with you

Squeaks when frightened though he tries to hide it with his life

if you heard him squeak, no you didn't

Sometimes he'll let out these high pitched hums almost inaudible to you

this is a subtle way for Lanque to tell you how he feels without him actually needing to go through the embarrassment of doing so

Mallek Adalov

One of the most vocal trolls you've ever met

clicking and chirping while casually talking, even on the day you met

They're not shy about it and was one of the first trolls you noticed vocalizing like that

When lost in thought or upset that a code won't work for no apparent reason they click like a cicada

and you started associating this sound to spending the night laying at the sofa next to Mallek's table messing with your palmhusk as you wait for them to finish whatever they're doing

Their hisses and growls are kept only for situations that really call for it, none of them ever directed at you even during big arguments

thankfully you don't hear them too often but those are the moments you're remembered that trolls are in fact predators

it would seriously scare you if you saw anyone else doing it like Mallek

Their purrs on the other hand are for you and you only

Mallek purrs a lot and it vibrates their whole body

the purrs are just the perfect volume that you faintly hear when next to them but once you rest your head on Mallek's chest or under their chin you can hear them loud and clear

and you know those are the sounds of their love for you

Mallek will use said purrs to lull you to sleep on the regular

especially when you're sitting on their lap while they code

also voice warble,there's been multiple nights when you just play around with how Mallek's purrs modify both of your voices

Marvus Xoloto

A lot of clicks, almost being able to talk with only them

and Marvus has more than once tried to have whole conversations with poor clueless you this way

maybe as revenge for excluding him in your concealed facial expressions conversations

or maybe he's just doing it to pester you, who knows

You regularly see him talking to his lusus only with said clicks

The most musical of all and almost sings through his rasps and wrirrs

he uses them as his not-so-secret weapon during concerts making his fans go completely off the rails into a totally different mode of transportation

But off stage they sound so, so much different

the rasps that almost sound like growls and the wrirrs that are high pitched and sharp will soften once you're alone

almost like a lullaby just for you

though when Marvus is feeling silly he will sneak a honk in with them just to startle you awake

#hiveswap #troll headcanons #chixie roixmr x reader #polypa goezee x reader #tyzias entykk x reader #lanque bombyx x reader #mallek adalov x reader #marvus xoloto x reader

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morsartis · 1 year ago

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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…”

#friendsim #homestuck #hiveswap #reader insert #marvus xoloto #marvus x reader #mspa reader #marvus xoloto x reader #polypa x reader #polypa goezee #polypa goezee x reader #part 2!#finally managed to squeeze something out #life just keeps happening #constantly #lol #hope you guys enjoy it!#as always my ask box is open!

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marvus-xoloto · 2 years ago

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The clown replied, "Yo killa, My precious got damn child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints in tha motherfucking snow, it was thizzity THEN that I Carried Your plush ass LOL !!"

Read here, and happy belated holidays and new year!!

Looking for what was previously chapter 2? Try here.

Support your local artists and writers with a reblog ♻️😊

#hiveswap #marvus #marvus xoloto #marvus xoloto x reader #marvus x reader #phew this one was a doozy. i'm all benadryled up still so i hope this is anything. i liked it though and that's what's important!#i didn't know where to pull the chapter preview from. i'm kind of nervous about this one o_o'

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ritualofcirice · 1 year ago

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On Everyone’s Camera Roll but One (Chapter 1, a Marvus x Reader)

🐑 ♡ Thank you Sycamore dearest for beta'ing this for me ♡🐑

You're the newest (or rather first) alien on the block, and you've spread like wildfire across social media. There's no way you'd understand the danger you put yourself in, nor the jealousy you've invoked from your newest fan.

Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, F/M, M/M, Other/M, Tag(s): Obsessive Behaviour, Possessive Behaviour, Selfies, Mind Control, Mind Manipulation, Hallucinations, Nightmares, Vomiting, Graphic Injuries, Graphic Descriptions, Graphic Descriptions of Corpses, Or What's Left, Blood, Dream Sequence, brief mention of hanging, Withdrawal, POV Switching, Gender Ambiguous Reader, POV Second Person

Find it on ao3 ♡ WC: 3,016

Chapter 1

Lights danced around your peripheral as you focused on Marvus. He had been kneeling before you this whole time, since the moment he had placed you onto the soft fabric of the seat. You’d sunk down, enveloped in the smooth material, and allowed him to fuss over you. The only time he had left your side was to fetch you a sandwich. What remained, he removed with tender care. There was no need for it to take that long to wipe away a few crumbs, but he stole those seconds. You endured them.

The blood in your veins boiled, and you were left faint, pink in the face. You felt so vulnerable. Distracted.

When he broke contact with you, you were left to stare as he rubbed together his thumb and dirtied forefinger. Half lidded eyes wandered along your expression, and inspected you. Satisfied that everything was in order, he then flicked away the crumbs he had caught with a smile. It was the same smile that left you enraptured when he had walked out onto stage. You hadn't understood the fixation others had with him until then. Until the purple lights fell upon the audience and touched your souls in that glorious, yet horrific moment. Most of it was a blur, blocked out. All you recalled was seeing the purple light reflected in his eyes. It was like magic. You understood it all, although, amidst your infatuation you faced the horrors of the audience who shared in your feelings. Everything was purple in that light. Blood had evaporated into mist. Thick, purple mist. Screams. At first, you had been startled by their shrill ringing, then relaxed. Everyone at the concert loved Marvus, of course, so it was natural that the screams might be a bit feral in nature.

Yet, they continued like a mourning howl.

All around you bodies had writhed in the mist, and an elixir of colours had pooled at your feet. It was a massacre draped in the sweet serenade of a rap artist, drenched in all the colours of his brand of royalty. You had watched him in your infatuation. And they all screamed.

A shudder ran down your spine as they echoed in your mind, too real for comfort. Never before had you heard someone scream like that, from genuine terror or pain, or whatever it had been - bloodcurdling described it well. Even in your time on the planet, you hadn’t heard anything like that.

A lazy flick of the wrist from Marvus returned your focus to him, visually. The carousel of horror screeched ever onwards within your mind. Audible. There. Blurred figures passed by you, and you recognised them as the camera crew from the outline of the boom microphone. They left, and the door slammed behind them. You were alone in the green room with him.

“boo u gud ? ?” Marvus soothed at the sudden jolt that rocked your body. You must have looked at the door when it closed, because you were hyper aware of how your focus lurched towards Marvus. You would have nodded, but it would have made things worse. Instead, you attempted to make a sound. A whimper failed to pass your lips, and you gave a breathy sigh. The string of letters fared no better. Fangs poked through his lips as he drew them back in a grimace. Everything about his face was so clear to you, unlike the world, but you couldn’t make out what his expression was supposed to be. He frowned while his eyes smiled, and the cock of his head marked a lack of seriousness. His hand was one your face too. It took you a moment to notice, even though it was so cold in comparison to your cheeks. A thumb stroked your soft skin, and you winced at the reality before you. None of it made sense. He did though. You did. Together. You couldn’t believe he would give you this sort of attention.

“Why did you save-” you began, but a finger was pressed to your lips. Fire coursed through you. It burnt.

Oh.

His lips moved.

Focus.

“welllll i guezz its bcuz i saw u w the guy u waz w” he sighed. Nothing changed much about his expression, except for the fork of a smile. Thoughts passed through his mind that you couldn’t read in those narrowed eyes. Yet, you saw him. The guy you were with. Before, that was. You saw his corpse in the crowd. Blood. Screams. You didn’t know if the scream you heard was his, or another. It didn’t sound like him. You didn’t know if anyone sounded like themselves when they were ripped apart.

“n i was like sheeeet wat a sry mfer” each word pierced through the memories. “u no dat buddy b bad news fam LOL he b a mo fxxkin pa ra SITE” Reality slipped away from you again, and you returned to the memory. The guy you were with was dead. The guy you had been with. Everything Marvus said overlaid across the images, and you followed it. When blue blood leaked onto your shoes, you followed his voice. Through the screams you could still hear him.

"dats a secret btween us tho, we b lookin out 4 ourselvs" Another shudder. Marvus' words were closer. Unable to control yourself, you felt your legs tighten, thighs clenched. Your hand covered Marvus' where he held your cheek. He stopped too. The breath that had fanned against your ear hitched, then returned in shallow puffs. He leant into you, head titled in your direction, but you couldn't see his eyes. All you saw was purple. Purple and gold on his jacket. The purple mist in your periphery and the jaunty lights, and hair. So much hair. You could have just nestled in it and given yourself to him, if it meant being able to get in that beautiful display of perfectly miskempt strands.

Marvus declined and denied you that opportunity, however, his hand removed with a playful poke of your nose.

"us clowns r close knit u no ? take care of each otha n all dat shizzz" You heard him alright. He had kept you safe. Your focus on him made you feel safe, even if your ears itched with sounds that didn't belong.

"i no u take care o ur friends too bcuz i bin seein all those pics o u evrywhere boo" he drawled, hands spread for a dramatic flair of just how everywhere ‘everywhere’ was. "its like ur famous always in those photos w sum1 else or hidin in da background of anothr"

Every image you conjured of your friends turned to chaos. Intrusive thoughts twisted those memories into something else. You were there with them, their corpses. Or you saw them with a blade, or a hammer, a flash of something that lurched towards you.

"u got ur very own paparazzi like me" Marvus continued, "dats y i gotta tell u its not safe" Before you could ask him to clarify what wasn't safe, he explained. Deep down inside, a primal fear knew what he told you. Even in the plush comfort of the chair, with Mavrus standing guard over you, the planet you inhabited together would eat you alive.

"fans can get all kinds o nasty wild" each word was dripped with the venom of someone who had experienced what he spoke of. "n deez otha trolls only look out for 1 troll n dats them not u" His softness returned, and Marvus' hand found his way to your cheek again.

"i c u n ifeelu" he hummed. "clown or not i alwayz got ur back n dats a promiss" You couldn't resist the wink he shot you. He even poked his tongue out between those canines, and your heart soared. All you wanted was to be around him. Words like that were why you were there. You wanted to be friends. To be more than that. You wanted him to keep you safe.

"end o da day if we both stars den we r equal" Everything in the room swam in dissonance, but he made sense. So when a noise outside of the room bothered him, and he asked if you wanted to get your little show on the road, there was only one answer.

Even if it killed you.

Anxiety lurched in your guts as you tried to rise from your seat, but not as much as the sandwich. You hunched over hard, stomach tensed in agony, and your head pounded. Vomit seemed to appear beneath you. You barely felt it, but the acidic burn left a foul taste.

You did feel the hand around your waist that stabilised you though. The one that held you close to him. He asked if you needed to be carried again, and in your absence of a response, he decided for you. The world shifted at a hundred miles per hour until it settled on him. Marvus beamed at you, with a sweet chitter of laughter that reassured you that you weren't a fool.

"howzabout we go 2 my hive n get u cleaned up b4 u go stinkin up evrythang" He threw in that he would sort you out some food too, once your insides had settled. All of it sounded nice. It was nice with him.

You could hold onto him when the memories leaked out of your head. When the mist had eyes, and you could hear the screams, he was there. It all overwhelmed you. Everything did, the sights, the sounds, but you could hear and see him fine. When you looked at him, it died down. The fires that sparked around you were put out one by one. He didn't have to take you to his hive for you to feel at home. Tears welled and bundled into droplets that streamed down your face at that thought. He was the home you had missed all this time.

All this time you had been lost.

"u no i got u" he told you. "sleep"

And that's exactly what you did. It hit you like a scuttlebug, and you were cast into turmoil. The green room became the crowd again, and you weren't with him. He should have been on the stage but he wasn't. You searched, but a hand gripped you. Blue painted nails dug into your flesh tight. Unforgiving. Pain rippled through your nerves, and you turned to see the guy you were with. What was left. A single arm remained attached to yours. It was severed at the elbow, and tendons hung from the bloodied stump of bone that looked as if it had been chewed on by a wild beast. Savaged. There was no clean cut, just gore.

There was no way to describe the panic you felt. Nor the frantic attempt you made to remove the arm from your body. In the end, your own blood dribbled down your arm in long stretches of desperate claw marks. Agony written in red ink. As you moved away from the arm, towards the stage, you felt more. Saw more. The crowd became dense. It swayed and pulsated with vile hatred. All there was, was violence. Senseless violence and those damned screams. Each one dominated your heart and told your body not to move. Each scream forced you to watch the carnage unfold before you.

Worst of all was the stench. Vomit bubbled in your throat, and you coughed. Yet it didn't budge. You bent over, stuck your fingers down your throat, and nothing came up. Nothing came up. You couldn't find him. Nothing came up no matter how hard you looked. You needed him. Between the lights, it felt as though the world moved on its side, and you felt immediate relief. The vomit spewed out of your mouth, sideways as if it defied all gravity, and you spluttered on oxygen and spit.

After the relief, all you could do was cry for Marvus, but there were no purple lights. No music. He wasn't anywhere.

Not until you woke up. You knew the second you opened your eyes you had been dreaming, but it hit you all the same. Tears stained your cheeks, and Marvus mentioned that he had just finished getting rid of the puke, only for you to mess yourself up again. You didn't care though as you threw yourself up in the dim light. You caught him in your arms and curled them tight around his neck so that you could be close to him.

Your nightmare had been real to you, and you lived it alongside your memories as he comforted you. All the while, you allowed yourself to cry. When it began to die into a sniffle, then silence, you made sense of your surroundings. His hive.

Psychedelic graffiti moved like snakes along the wall, and popped in the purple mist that had followed you. Unidentifiable stains lurked in even the most obvious of places. The black void of the flat screen television, and spacious area filled with an assortment of random furniture, either left you in his living room or a storage cupboard. Either would have made sense. You didn’t care though. You had him. Your clown. The door to the room was sealed, and as far as you knew, there were no camera crews.

Everything was quiet.

Marvus retracted from you, and his fingers worked to wipe away the rest of the tears that coated your slick face. A soft hum vibrated in his throat, and you gazed into his eyes. In the dark, his pupils had dilated, and he held a softness to his features.

“ur so dam warm bb u no dat ? ?” Marvus murmured. Dimples had formed on your cheeks where his claws nestled deeper. He had been positioned beside you on the chair, albeit he shifted so that his knee lay between your thighs, and pulled himself up by the time he had spoken again. A slither of air hissed between his teeth, and his face was obscured by both height and hair. Despite the nausea induced stench that plagued the hive, you couldn’t ignore the sweet sugary perfume that masked a layer of spray paint and sweat.

When you looked up, all you saw was your clown. Your saviour from the hellish crowds. You had seen death, but you had not come that close to it before. And there was your reward above you, a sharp jaw with those eyes that seemed to know everything in their hazy depths. He owned the world with the way he moved, and the flick of a smile goaded you into doing his bidding. A phone hung over you both. His face was reflected back. It seemed like so much effort and so effortless all at once to be him. Hair cascaded around his features in all the right places. Skin was exposed from rips and tears in his clothing, and along the low cut of the vest tucked beneath a vibrant jacket. Eye candy.

“bin wantin 2 hav a lil photoshoot w u 4 a wile” he soothed, each word honey as his mirror image watched you with intrigue. “mayb we can do a propr 1 latr n make a lil wall of memories or sumthin ufeelme” A motion towards the wall beside you both made you realise it could use a bit of sprucing up. It was empty. A stark void in comparison to the sensory overload that was the rest of the room. A perfect wall for all the memories you would make together, photographed, hung up, and adored.

Troll pressed into you.

“smile popcorn” Right. The camera. You managed to do as instructed between the haze of infatuation. A flush unrivalled. He must have felt the heat because you sure felt the cold touch of his skin. He had enveloped you for the photo, and his arm hooked around the back of your neck. A bright light shook what remained of your senses, and you blinked away the impression left on your vision in the aftermath. Marvus himself wasted no time in making himself at home. He continued to use you as a bodywarmer, weight rested on your leg. His claws tapped on his phone screen, and the glow illuminated his glee as he found the picture you had just taken.

“yeh we got it” he told himself, then flashed you the screen with a toothy grin. “look at these 2 qts” You swallowed, unable to bring up any words as he continued to bombard you with his own.

“bet it wud make sum o ur othr friends jelly if i posted dis” he hummed “hard 2 b such an instant click like dam bb u da perfect accessory” His eyes widened at his own words, and his phone disappeared in a flash. Once again, a hand found your cheek, except he leant in close. Closer. He leant in until his forehead rested against yours, and his breath fanned against your lips.

“ur not just an accessory tho dont worry” Marvus cooed. “theres no u either honeyboo” Your own breath remained baited.

“add an s n u got us from now on” The lights around you intensified, and the purple seemed to crawl into his eyes. “u got no idea how dangerous it is 4 a lil snack like u to b walkin around out there”

In the cold depths of his touch, you melted into him. Gave in. He was right after all. It was dangerous, and you felt safe with him. You wanted to be there. You wanted him. In memories of screams, he was your silence.

You were just an alien on a planet you didn’t understand, but one he understood well.

You hadn’t seen that before, but you did now.

He was your clown and you loved him.

There wasn’t even a ‘you’.

There was only an ‘us’.

“we gonna be all cosy n safe in here from now on k boo” Marvus soothed. “u n me 4evah”

♡ Chapter two ♡

#Ritual_Of_Cirice fanfiction #hiveswap #fanfic #marvus xoloto #marvus x reader #x reader #self insert #second person #tw blood #tw mention of hanging #tw mind manipulation #tw description of corpses #tw mind control #tw withdrawal #tw graphic injury #tw death

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