#artventure noir

[internetremix]

I couldn’t stop smiling for this entire scenario, it was so good to see Maggie and Sams again! Had to draw Maggie and MG for the contest.

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MY GIIIIRLS! It’s so nice to see Maggie again, I love how you did Maggie’s curls and the colors. -Kristen

[adrianainthesnow]

An Anchor Through the Haze-An Artventure Noir Fanfiction

An Anchor Through the Haze- An Artventure Noir Fanfiction

Ships: Maggie O’hera/Sams McSams

Characters: Maggie O’hera, Sams McSams, Kit Kat

Trigger Warning: Nonconsensual Drug Use, A Little Blood and Violence, Allusions to Off Screen Deaths, Cursing (but no more than what’s usually used in the program.)

For my followers who don’t know what Artventure Noir is, it is a show put on by Internet Remix (a collaborative channel of artists, actors, singers, and altogether talented people and one of exactly two channels I have my notifications on for, on Youtube) in which they draw scenes and narrate them with audience suggestions. One day they accidently improved their way into a great story and a great ship. It’s absolutely beautiful. That’s what this is about.

Basically, after seeing the arc about Kit Kat being kidnapped and how Sams reacted to that, I wondered what he’d do if Maggie was kidnapped. Then I completely avoided directly describing what he would do and focused on Maggie’s perspective because I love her. This is weird angsty, shippy, fluff and I don’t know where it came from or what I’m doing with my life. Why do I ship some who’s named Sams Mcsams so hard with someone?

           Maggie was pretty sure the only thing keeping her awake was pure stubbornness. Well, that, and maybe a healthy dose of adrenaline. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been here, couldn’t even recall exactly what had happened to get her in this mess. Everything right now was just a confusing blur, but why she was here didn’t really matter at the moment. There was too much to think about and a horrifying lack of brain power to do so. She wasn’t sure of the who or why, but someone had kidnapped her, and they’d unfortunately been smart about it.

           They’d kept her drugged up constantly and with medical grade stuff too if she wasn’t mistaken. Her brief moments of consciousness, when they came, were foggy and confusing and usually ended with another needle in her arm. But despite that, she had managed to store a couple of thoughts in her brain, including a few about the one weak spot in their operation. Ironically, it was drugging her. Or more accurately, who they had drugging her.

           He wasn’t one of them, clearly. No, he was a nervous twitching thing who was obviously kept around for things other than muscles and his ability to shoot a gun. And he was stupid.

           He was stupid, because, every time he took the needle out of her arm, he’d turn his back on her to gather up his supplies and, if Maggie had say, managed to wear down the rope restraint on one of her arms with the surprisingly sharp edge of her bracelet till it snapped, she could easily, even in her current state, wallop him over the head with the chair one of her arms was still tied too, especially in that small window where the last dose was starting to wear off and the next dose hadn’t hit yet.

           Which is exactly how Maggie ended up standing over the little weaselly man, unsure if he was dead or not from her beating him over the head till he stopped moving, and not much caring. She dug through his medical bag and was happy to find a scalpel which she used to saw off the rope that still kept one of her arms tied to the now bloodied chair. She taped the scalpel to her ankle with some medical tape and took a few of the needles, stashing them in her pockets. She broke off the leg of the chair for a better long-range weapon.

           Her head was already starting to swim, despite her adrenaline. She had to work fast.

           That thought had just flickered across her brain when she heard footsteps outside the door. “Fuck,” she whispered as the door started to swing open. She jumped toward the door swinging her makeshift weapon, aiming toward where the person’s head should be. However, she was starting to get dizzier and tripped, the chair leg slamming into the person’s stomach instead.

           There was an oomph, as the air was knocked out of the man, brining him to his knees. Maggie froze.

           “Hey, Doll Face,” he croaked from his position on the floor. “You planning to try out for the Mets with that thing?” despite his breathlessness, his tone was just as annoyingly blasé as ever.

           “Sams?” she asked, relief crashing into her. She let the chair leg slip from her fingers.

           He grunted, getting to his feet. “I see you’re already partway through your escape, care for some assistance?” The problem, she was quickly realizing was relief isn’t what her body needed right now. She needed the panic. Without panic, she was…

           The world started spinning worse and she felt like she was going to fall down. She stumbled toward Sams. “Sams,” she said, her knees giving out.

           “Maggie, what’s wrong?” He caught her of course. She felt one of his arms tightly cinch around her waist while his opposite hand reached up to tilt her head up. In answer, she raised her arm a bit, feeling like she was pulling it through mud. His eyes landed on the needle marks on her arms, already bruising. “Shit,” he said. “What did they give you? Maggie!” He tapped her face. Oh, she’d closed her eyes. When did that happen?

           She shook herself. Nope, this wasn’t happening. She had to wake up right now. She pushed a bit away from him. “I don’t know.” She wobbled a bit but didn’t fall. “Whatever it is, it’s there on that table.” She gestured to where the needles and empty bottle were. He left her for a moment to investigate what was there. He gave a relieved sigh after a moment. “It’s nothing all that bad,” he said. “Can be a bit addictive, but it’s not gonna hurt you with how little you’ve had of it, assuming this is the dose they’ve been giving you. You’ll just have to sleep it off once we get out of here and then you’ll be fine.”

           “I don’t think we’ll have to worry about me getting addicted.” she said. She was shaking a bit and would swear up and down it was only because of the physical effects of the drugs. He looked over at her, concern etched into his face. “I don’t like this,” she admitted, quiet. He pocketed the empty bottle the drugs had been in and then was at her side.

           “Here, I’ll carry you,” he said.

           “No, I’m fine,” she insisted even though she could feel the ground shifting beneath her feet. He considered her with suspicious eyes, but gave in.

           “Keep close to me,” he said. She nodded. “Oh, and take this back.” He pushed the chair leg she’d dropped earlier into her hands. “You’re pretty good with it.”

           “Sorry.”

           He shrugged. “’Had worse.” She was well aware, but still.

           They left the room as quietly as possible and she was really glad he was here because she wouldn’t be able to hear any enemies approach with how loud the blood was rushing in her ears. She did her best keeping up with him, despite the fact that she felt like she was falling over every time she picked up her foot, but eventually she stumbled one to many times and he turned around, quickly scooping her up into a fireman’s hold before she could protest.

           “Fucker,” she whispered into his back, but she went limp, unable to fight him about it right now. She was a bit relieved to be honest. The dose she’d gotten a couple of minutes ago was really starting to affect her. He patted her leg condescendingly and she gave him a light punch to the back.

           They, surprisingly, didn’t run into anyone on their way out and, if Maggie could focus for more than a few seconds, she may have contemplated why that was. For, now, she decided to let it go, instead focusing on Sams steady gait and the feeling of his shoulders moving as he breathed. It didn’t seem like her weight affected him at all. He carried her around like she was nothing. She was almost glad her mind was too muddied to focus on that fact. That was always a path that led straight into trouble.

           Eventually, when she heard him open a door, she felt a chill breeze brush past her. They were out of wherever they’d been. His gait picked up, probably not comfortable being out in the open where they were more exposed, and it was harder to hear potential enemies moving around. But soon enough he slowed, and she saw the hood of his car underneath her.

           She heard the car door open and then she was swung off his shoulder and set in the passenger seat. He buckled her in before closing the door. The couple of seconds it took him to round the car and open the driver’s side door felt like an eternity. Even though she knew everything was fine, her stomach twisted. She felt alone and helpless and trapped, even if it was only by a seatbelt. She tried to keep her breathing steady, but it was hard. As far as she was concerned the car could be drifting in the void, the world outside was so dark and everything was shimmering and waving in front of her eyes. But, then the door opened, and the world started to exist again while Sams strapped himself in and started the car.

           “You alright over there?” he asked her.

           “Yeah,” she said, not really meaning it. He reached a hand over to pat her leg. She grabbed it and squeezed. He didn’t take it back, even though it took him some awkward maneuvering to get the car going.

           He spoke to her the entire car ride and she spoke back, but for the life of her she couldn’t recall what either of them said from one moment to the next. The streetlights seemed much brighter than usual, even when she closed her eyes.

           Finally, they stopped and when she opened her eyes, they were on a very familiar street. He’d taken her to his apartment which sat above his office. He probably should have taken her to the hospital, just in case, but then she thought about strangers touching her when she was like this and shivered. She didn’t think she could handle that right now. He pulled his hand away and she felt an ache at its loss, which only grew larger as he disappeared from the world again, leaving her in the car alone. He opened her door after a moment and didn’t bother to ask before swooping her up into his arms and closing the door with his foot. She clung to him even though she knew she should feel embarrassed and indignant at this. The soft motion of his steps lulled her into a calmer state while he walked up to his apartment.

           He jostled her a bit and she heard him kick at his door. She didn’t think it sounded like he kicked it hard enough to kick it in, but then it was open, and she was being carried into his apartment. The next thing she knew, she felt herself being lowered onto something soft. She blinked her eyes open, not quite sure how they’d come to be closed. He was leaning over her, adjusting the covers of what she recognized, from the couple of times she dragged his drunk ass out of it, was his bed. She hadn’t thought this was how she’d end up in his bed for the first time.

           He coughed a bit awkwardly. She wondered suddenly if she’d said that out loud, but she couldn’t remember and was just sleepy enough not to worry about it. He finished tucking her in.

           “I’m going to grab you some water,” he said, but when he went to leave, her arm shot out before she realized it, grabbing him by the elbow. His head jerked to her in surprise.

           “I…” her heart was racing suddenly at the thought of him not being in arms reach. Please don’t leave me alone like this. I can’t be alone like this. She managed to swallow her words this time, not letting them tumble freely from her mouth, but he seemed to hear them anyway.

           “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, moving to sit next to her on the bed. She didn’t let go of his arm. He reached his free hand over to softly move one of her curls behind her ear. She relaxed again, her breath evening out and the panic subsiding. Her eyes closed.

           He was murmuring something she couldn’t quite make out. She tried to focus, but by the time she did, he was done talking. He wasn’t looking at her anymore, but was just staring at the wall, his hand resting on her shoulder. Light from the streetlights outside filtered through the pulled blinds on his window, leaving lines of shadows across his face. He had a deep frown on his face and a bit too much stubble on his chin for it to be a 5’o’clock shadow and she wondered how long it had been since he’d shaved. Wondered if she’d pulled him out of one of his drunken stupors. Or maybe that had been how long it had taken to find her. His hair had long since come out of his bun and was falling in thick waves over his shoulders. Soft, she thought when her hand came into contact with it.

           The tugging on his hair brought his attention back to her. He cocked an eyebrow. “It looked soft,” she explained. He chucked softly, but the tense lines around his mouth didn’t lessen. He reached up to grab her hand, but didn’t untangle it from his hair, just stroking the skin between her thumb and index finger.

           “How’re you feeling?” he asked. Like after the first time I got shot, but without the pain. And the pain was better because at least it kept me grounded. Like the world is spinning in circles around me. Like I’d fade into nothing if you weren’t keeping me here.

           “Fine.” He frowned, knowing she was lying. He brought her hand to his mouth and brushed a kiss against her knuckles. The feel of his lips brought the world a little bit more into focus for a moment, which, she would deny, she appreciated.

           She heard the bedroom door open and her heartrate soared immediately. She jerked up into a sitting position, startling Sams, fight or flight instinct firing up and going to war with the drug induced haze trying to pull her body back down into the bed, into darkness. Not being able to get her limbs to cooperate, to get herself off the bed, made her panic more, feeing like a prisoner in her own body, in her own mind. She really, really, didn’t like this. “It’s just Kit Kat!” Sams voice broke through the haze. She paused, the words rolling around her head. They took longer than they should have to register. “That’s right, it’s just Kit Kat, everything is fine.” She realized her hand had gone to her ankle, where earlier there had been a scalpel tapped to her skin, but apparently at some point, it, along with her shoes, had been removed. She calmed herself with a few deep breaths. Sams was holding the aforementioned Sax Gremlin up so Maggie could see her easily.

           Kit Kat murmured a soft greeting in gremlin.

           “Sorry Kit Kat,” Maggie choked out, curling her knees up to her chest. The situation, diffused, Sams took the glass of water Kit Kat had in her hand (it was about 1/3 empty by now), and swung the gremlin up so she was clinging to his shoulders. He offered Maggie the glass, which she took. She hadn’t even noticed the dry cotton taste in her mouth until now and she quickly downed most of the glass. Sams took the glass back, setting it on his nightstand.

           Kit Kat mumbled something that roughly translated to “are you okay?” Maggie nodded and hesitantly held her arms out. The gremlin happily scuttled over the top of Sams’ head and launched herself at Maggie. Maggie caught her while Sams sputtered and she immediately curled up on Maggie’s chest. Exhaustion overtook her once more and she flopped back down onto the bed, her eyes closed, with Kit Kat on her stomach. Sams hesitated. “You two good if I…” She blindly reached a hand up and grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him down. Despite the bad angle and her current state, he fell onto the bed. She wasn’t sure if that was out of surprise or bending to her will. She yanked his arm over her and Kit Kat while turning to her side, curling up into a ball with Kit Kat clutched to her chest and Sams at her back. He chuckled a bit and curled around her. Kit Kat made that happy chirping sound like she always did when they showed any type of affection for each other. They’d doubtlessly both deny this in the morning.

           She drifted for a little bit, not asleep, but not fully awake. She still didn’t like the feeling the drugs gave her, but it was better like this. Fingers softly stroked through her hair and she felt a soft kiss on her neck. He probably assumed she was asleep. “Sams?” she asked. He made a sound of acknowledgment. “Did you kill them?”

           “Would you have me arrested if I said yes?”

           “Probably.” She didn’t sound very threatening consider she yawned as she said it. She felt him smile against her neck.

           “Then, no, of course not.” She hummed sleepily. “You can let yourself fall asleep now. It’ll be better when you wake up,” he told her, his breath brushing her cheek. Morning Maggie would have to deal with whatever morally and legally grey things Sams had gotten himself into before he found her, but, for now, she didn’t care. She just gripped his arm tighter and let herself fall asleep.

[bryancroidragon]

Enter the Gorilla-Suit-Gang

The beginning of a new story arc for my fan fiction for “Artventure Noir”, created by @internetremix. It isn’t much but remember, it is just the beginning. Enjoy.

It was a peaceful night in Internet City. The moon and starts shone down upon the city as for once there was no crime going on. Many a citizen listened to the radio doing all sorts of things. If it was Sams McSams, he was busy getting drunk. If it was Maggie O’Hera, she was doing paperwork at home. If it was a gremlin, then they were doing whatever struck their fancy be it their job or not. No matter who it was, one could not help but feel that what came next was something impossibly strange.

Radio on, smooth jazz music playing, Maggie looked at the paperwork. Missing persons’ cases, kidnappings, murders and then she came to file on a wanted criminal: Kyle Camonte. Camonte was a member of Vincenzo “The Cleaver” Nitto’s gang that, according to Edwin O’Sullivan who had been told by The Cleaver himself, he had loaned to the previous chief of police of Internet City: Maxwell O’Hera, Maggie’s father.

That an Egyptologist and gangster/businessman could have been in the same social circle might have seemed strange but the two had been in the same trench during the war. The Cleaver and had saved Edwin’s life resulting in a whole different story where Maggie and Sams had paid Edwin a call.

Kyle Camonte… The direct killer of Maggie’s beloved Leon… He was one of three people that Maggie wanted to see brought to justice more than anything. The other two were the Cleaver and her own father, both men who had a played a role in Leon’s murder.

Seeing the file with a picture of Camonte, a look of pure unadulterated rage appeared on Maggie’s face. Immediately, she crumpled it up and threw it into her waste paper basket.

The moment the paper landed in the basket, the radio began to play only static. Sighing, Maggie could only wonder what was wrong with the thing now. She only took three steps towards it before a voice that sounded like a poor man’s impression of Elmo Lincoln began speaking.

“Attention, Internet City! We are the Gorilla-Suit-Gang, the greatest menace you have ever known!” Maggie could only stand there and give the radio an odd look. What was this? Was this an advertisement for a new radio program? There had been worse advertisements but this ‘Gorilla-Suit-Gang’ did not sound half as terrifying as the ‘Spider-Gentlewoman’, which admittedly had a bad title but was quite gripping. “Tonight we shall rob the Internet City Bank and this is the challenge we issue to you, Chief Margaret O’Hera! Just try and stop us!” The voice broke out into a maniacal chortle, which was not as frightening as a maniacal laugh, and the radio went silent.

There was no way this was real. Maggie refused to believe something as absurd as this was actually happening. It was just some imitators of that “War of the Worlds” thing that had been playing on the radio. It was just using her name to make it seem more real, this program was just trying to scare people. Why would anyone rob the bank while wearing gorilla suits? Internet City might have been a weird place with the living skeletons and saxophone gremlins but it wasn’t so weird that there would be bank robbers wearing gorilla suits and broadcasting their plans to the entire city.

Turning back to the paperwork, Maggie took one look at the pile and rolled her eyes. It was getting too late for this, she’d continue with it the next day. She was tired it was time to sleep. Maggie walked back over to turn off the radio only for an announcer to say: “Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for that interruption. We do not know how it happened but please know that this Gorilla-Suit-Gang is in no way associated with Internet City Radio, it is not a new radio program… Also, if Edwin O’Sullivan would be so kind as to give us answer to our asking him to be a consultant for our new program ‘In the Days of Ancient Egypt’, that would be much obliged. It has been six months and we still haven’t gotten answer. As Internet City’s premier Egyptologist you would be—“

Maggie turned off the radio. It looked like she wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night.

When she opened the door of her apartment Maggie found a small gremlin, slightly below the average gremlin height, that had a left leg that was shorter than the right and a right shoulder that was higher than the left. He was dapperly dressed with five gold buttons on his jacket and he was wearing a top hat. It was the prankster Algae Cake and he had been in the process of covering the patch of floor outside of Maggie’s apartment with glue.

Maggie stood there for a whole minute until Algae Cake realized that the door was open and that she was standing right there. When he finally looked up to see Maggie standing before him, all she could say to him was: “Algae Cake, where have you been?” After that little adventure involving Lorenzo Deutsch capturing her and Sams no one had seen Algae Cake since he found a discarded umbrella and ended up getting blown away by a gust of wind, which had been three weeks ago.

“A place… With a name… It was somewhere… And it was not Internet City.” From the vague description, Algae Cake sounded as if he had been blown out of the city by the gust of wind. In actuality, he ended up landing in the zoo’s capybara exhibit. Maggie stepped over the glue then knelt down and picked up Algae Cake who then began to give an alarmed squeal and exclaim: “No, I don’t want to go to jail! I’ll be a good gremlin, I promise!”

Shaking her head with a grin, Maggie just carried Algae Cake out of the apartment and put him down on the sidewalk once they were out. “I’m going to protect the bank from the Gorilla-Suit-Gang, you go… Do something else.” And with that Maggie left to get to the Internet City Bank while Algae Cake began scheming to fill the drawers of the police headquarters with oranges.

To be continued…

[talulaskye]

Artventure Noir will be my favorite series from Internet Remix it was so good

[editorsmusings]

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[goggles-protection-squad]

oh wow! look at that, it's a fanserver for Discord Murder Party! why dont you join in? we'll be having: -fan hosted DMP games -DMP discussion -a bonus Artventure Noir discussion chat -among other things! as always, dont ship real people and come join the fun! -Merodii

[internetremix]

I know that back near the end of Artventure Noir that you had considered having a special episode that was just the gremlins. Understanding that you have no plans to return to Noir at this point (or possibly ever), have you put any further thought into this idea because I think it would still be fun.

Jordan: Artventure: Noir 'Puff, and the Case of the Stolen Cookie'

Jojo: spoiler: mint stole the cookie and feels bad about it and then realizes their misdeeds and shares it with everyone and they all sing a stupid catchy song about friendship Alex: An ArtVenture without me? Huzzah! Finally I can die! Jojo: pets it's ok, you're free now. Go on, get outta here Carl: !!! God it's been such a while since I've thought of Artventure Noir... the Gremlins were the best

[internetremix]

From @tytheguy13andahalf: “Thought of this when artventure was announced.” It’s uh. Well. Honestly Artventure Noir being so happy and cute amongst all this horror and MG and Alex’s expressions in this are delightful, haha. Thanks, I love it! -Kristen

[internetremix]

Kristen breaking into I Won’t Say I’m In Love in one of the earlier episodes of ArtVenture put this image in my head and it wouldn’t get out until I drew it. I went back to it recently to improve the shading so, yeah. Here you go.

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Awww, I’m so flattered you remember this! Love the pose and hair, it’s just a delight to get to see Maggie after so much time. Love the detail of the Muses as the Gremlins! Thanks so much, it’s always great to get Noir fanart! -Kristen

[internetremix]

In the season final of ArtVenture Noir, I think someone said that Maggie could deadlift Sams. After a small drawing I did a few months back, I wanted to redraw Maggie carrying Sams with KitKat as well. 

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I’m so glad people remember that these two can deadlift each other. Also it’s just a delight to see fanart of this couple aaaa I love! -Kristen

[internetremix]

Here’s a blast from the past. I really loved the Noir artventures, so have a Kitkat!

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Oh my god, it’s Kitkat! Aaaa it’s been so long! Thank you so much, she’s so cute! -Kristen

[internetremix]

will artventure noir be returning this sunday? and will the switching sunday schedule be back?

Artventure Noir will not be returning any time soon.  The four Noirs we did came out extremely well, but they were a bit stressful to make since it tied multiple castmembers down for every sunday in the summer (near impossible, which is why DMP has so many rotating cast members). Also Noir often involved us trying to craft a mystery narrative out of sheer chaos, which is honestly pretty stressful. We’d rather have it end on a high note than have it peter out awkwardly month after month.

I can’t say it’ll never come back, but currently there are no plans for it. We have had ideas for things like audio dramas and I’ve had thoughts for other ways it could work that involve less in-the-moment panic on our part, but we have so many balls in the air we can’t really focus on this one at the moment. Again, not to say we won’t come back one day- we love Maggie, Sams and the gremlins, it’s just not in the cards right now. Sorry and I hope ya’ll understand.

-Kristen

[internetremix]

This is an Artventure Noir related question. Is Maggie just "Maggie" or is her name short for "Margaret", "Magdalene", "Marjorie" or "Margarida?"

Probably short for Margaret.-Kristen

[internetremix]

Hey, I’m not sure if you can tell from the name or email, but I’m the person who sent the Trevlon art. I would like to preface this by apologising for the whole debacle surrounding it, (also a possible future apology if this meets the same fate).

I’m pretty bad at drawing but I’m much more confident in embroidery, so I decided to use one of the noir pictures and make myself a wallet out of it. Probably the most fun I’ve had on a stitching project. I got to practice my saying stitch and learn how to dye fabric. The spools of thread you see are actually all the ones I finished while doing this. The buildings took me about 8m of thread for each 1-2. So I used a lot of string but it was totally worth it.

I just want to say how much I love your content and that you guys have made me step outside my online comfort zone. I’ve been watching for over a year and have finally made an account on Youtube and Twitch to follow you guys with. Your all so talented and I don’t have words to describe how happy watching your content makes me.

I wish I could send you this wallet rather than just sharing a picture of it, but alas the mail system where I live is not to be trusted. Anyway tl;dr your all incredible and I made this as a way of thanks for being incredible. Ps: props to anyone who can figure out the currency.

General guess is some sort of Arabic? But this is so cool! It’s so flattering that you’re willing to put in so much effort for us and this looks very cool! I’m so glad we were able to help you come out of your comfort zone and grow.

Also, no worries about the Trevlon art, we totally understand.

Thank you, this is very sweet!

-Kristen

[internetremix]

Artventure Noir July 29, 2018

Hell Hath No Fury

New Gremlins introduced and McSams in peril? A Railway Rampage!

[internetremix]

I drew these while I was watching artventure yesterday. Unfortunately I didn’t watch it live, I watched it a week later. Everyone is a great voice actor! I love artventure and I hope it continues, but take your time you deserve a break !   

-PF

Thank you for the kind words and cute art! Gotta love Maggie’s jealous face and how happy Sams looks and Kitkat is very mad hahaha. Also ah lean of not love I swear shut up Sams. Very good! -Kristen