Mar 29, 2020
c3 with marvin? :')
i dont have the expression pic but guess WHAT also sorry this took so long
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c3 with marvin? :')
i dont have the expression pic but guess WHAT also sorry this took so long
Celestial Marvin and Human Jackie
I was going through some of @leobashi’s mini song aus and got inspired by a few of them
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It’s been a while since I’ve drawn one thing that covered a whole page, it was both exciting and nerve wrecking, especially lining those wings
Hmmmm,, 99 with Marvin and anyone?? 👀
99- “Hey! Hey, calm down. Calm down, it’s just me.”
tws: read tags
note!! this is meant to be in more of marvins perspective so visual cues are not gonna be in this, but you’re gonna get a feel for how he “sees” the world. hope y’all enjoy!
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Beating heart, fast, fast, fast!
Marvin puts his hands out, taking a deep breath. He listens, waiting, hearing the echoing heart in front of him. The heat of pure terror radiates from their body like a furnace heat, and he can taste the salt in the tears that drip down their cheeks. One drips from their chin, landing on the ground. It splatters. He hears it. He can smell copper, did they hurt themself? Or is that what the blade in their hand is made from?
He takes a deep breath through his nose, trying to find a familiar scent. He listens to their bones, to their muscles, smells the sweet scent of peaches, lavander, and rain. Jameson.
He takes another breath in. Sour cherries. Drowning roses. Copper. Star dust. Anti.
Anti’s power is thick in the air, so heavy and hot it almost sticks to Marvin’s skin. He can feel the pain of it, the heat of it, the way it makes humans so hypnotized and feel so good yet so completely horrible and terrified at the same time. It’s spoiled syrup and rotten milk, disgusting and so vile yet humans want a taste just because Anti’s gentle voice convinced their minds it was honey and hazelnut milk.
“Jameson,” Marvin calls, his voice a gentle hand in a creek being tossed around in a storm. “I need you to trust me. Let me help you.”
A low, warning whistle comes out from the body he walks to. Morse code clicks from his tongue, d- a- n- g- e- r.
Marvin takes another step forward, and a loud bang against the wall tells him to hault. He tastes dry wall. He feels the dust swirling around his skin, raising the hairs on his arms. Jameson stabbed a hole into the wall.
Another tear falls from the man’s face, this time hitting his clothes instead of he floor. Marvin can hear it soaking into the fabric.
“I can make it stop. Just let me help you, Jameson.”
“K- i- l- l y- o- u!” scream the urgent clicks.
“You can’t kill me. You can hurt me, but you can’t kill me.” Another step. “Let me-“
Lightening fast muscle movements. There is a blade at Marvin’s throat, cutting a thin line of gold. In a second the Star has ahold of the weilder’s wrists and turns him round hard into the wall, and the blade comes clattering to the floor. Thrashing and kicking out, Jameson tries to break free. Shrill whistles of a wrathful siren’s song spit from his mouth, and Marvin flinches, feeling the music try to eat him alive. It rings in his ears, it’s getting harder to focus.
“Hey, hey...!” Marvin says, over the whistles. His voice is a low fire, warm and comforting after coming inside from a rainstorm. “Calm down, calm down. It’s just me, Jameson. It’s just me.”
Marvin struggles to keep the man in place, keeping him pressed into the wall. Through his hands he sends warmth, he sends calm, he sends real honey and hazelnut milk. He sends heavy bones and tired eyes, sleep, honey, sleep.
Jameson’s thrashes turn into squirms, and his squirms turn into trembling fingers and cold hands. He falls back into his friend’s arms and chest, his heart beating, fast, fast, fast! But slowing, slowing, calming. Resting.
A shaking breath is let out from Jameson’s mouth as he is lowered to the ground, gentle, slow movements setting his head against the tile. Marvin sits down beside him, picking up each of his hands inside his own. Warmth. Calm. Honey. Sleep.
“It’s alright now,” Marvin says, as the man beside him tries desperately to stay awake. P- l- e- a- s- e, beg the morse clicks of his tongue. P- l- e- a- s- e, says the tugging of his arms and the way the muscles of his back move, as if he’s trying to stand up but doesn’t have quite enough strength.
“Just rest. You’re safe now, Jameson. I promise you. I promise.”
Warmth. Calm. Honey. Sleep.
The tugging of his arms slow, and the muscles in his back and shoulders relax. Warmth, calm, honey.
Sleep.
marvin leaving little gifts for the fae thay visit his garden. marvin chuckling as the ghosts that follow him sometimes tell him jokes from the times they died. marvin sitting by the ocean side, listening to the haunting songs the sirens sing just for him. marvin singing in the stone walls of the garden house, his voice echoing throughout the hallways and if you listen close you can hear voices that aren’t visible to your eyes. marvin getting pranked by the ghosts bc they move things like three inches to the left and he bumps into them or knocks them over. just. marvin and the supernatural.
i really like to think that when marvin came to earth he was helped by a human, and when they asked his name and were told “morilius” they were like. ok. and called him marvin as a nickname and it’s just stuck ever since
Ooooooohohoho “Forever.” with Anti and Marvin???
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this is not canon just yet! just testin some stuff out. i hope it hurts!
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Maybe this is it.
Maybe this is it, he thinks. Feeling that warmth come back into his chest, painful and unforgiving as it takes his body back. It dissolves the cold like acid to a spoon, and at first, it hurts.
Anti sobs as he feels it take over, loving him, holding him, drowning him in words and wishes and music and warmth, dropping him right in the deep end of it all. His hands, shaking and terrified, reach up to his brother. Reach up, to hold his twin’s wrists, one sitting on the side of his face, and the other at his heart.
The light grows inside his chest, his brain, his everything. “Brother...!” Anti cries, gripping his twin even tighter as his body is pressed into the dirt of the ground. “It hurts! Brother it hurts, stop it! Stop it stop it!”
It’s like sticking your hands in the snow, letting it freeze your fingers and hold your joints until they’re stiff, and then shoving them under water that steams as it hits the kitchen sink. It’s like jumping into the hot tub, right after being in a cold pool. It hurts. And he feels it all, all over his body.
“Brother- M- Morilius! Please!!”
Marvin sobs, holding his brother down as he saves him from corruption. He feels the light growing, he feels the void fading and the vile blood inside his twin brother’s veins turning from a thick black to a soft silver. It will run gold once again. It will run gold.
Anti screams, his voice deafening the skies and reaching out of his mouth like lighting from the clouds. His voice is booming, tearing his throat apart as it rips from within his bones, his body, the deepest parts of pain and suffering hitting him all at once.
He thrashes, wailing and wailing as he feels lava poured into his mouth and chest and everywhere else, begging, begging, brother, brother, stop this stop this!!!
Time passes slowly, but soon, his body is limp. His voice is quiet, his bones are shattered glass. He isn’t Him anymore.
Marvin’s hands crawl around his brother’s body, feeling his wounds as he lay still on the ground. “Brother?” he croaks, feeling just a ghost of the corruption left.
His light is back. Anti is dead.
Marvin’s tears drip down onto his twin, his little brother, little brother by less than a day. His hands run through his hair, and wipe away the blood and tears that stain his face.
His light is back. Anti is dead.
“Little brother,” Morilius whimpers, listening close to those labored, tiny breaths his twin forces out. The pain is over, and it’s only warm. Warm. His own warm, back in his own body.
“Morilius,” Antavriel whispers. His eyes are distant, hazy and fogged, full of sleepy daydreams and confusion. “Am I sleeping?”
“No,” Morilius sobs, laying his head against his twin’s chest, feeling the warm fire beginning to burn again instead of the winter’s tears that forever rained within him. “No, no. You’re awake... you’re alive... you’re alive......”
Morilius picks up his brother’s upper half, holding him so close to his chest. He rocks him, rocks him and hushes him. Anti is dead. Anti is dead. Antavriel is home. Anti is dead.
Antavriel closes his eyes, trembling within Marvin’s hold. Shaking fingers grip his brother’s sweater, which soaks the tears from both of their eyes.
“Have we been sleeping?” Antavriel asks, remembering a nightmare, filled with screams and death and pain, filled with crying men and dying knights, filled with blood and prayers and screams for help so raw and terrifying his tears fall twice as fast down his face. What an awful nightmare. His hands could never be so bloody.
“You have, Antavriel.”
“I’ve been sleeping? How long?”
A sob cuts through Marvin’s throat, and he grips his brother tighter. Antavriel is home. His Antavriel, so dazed and lonely. His baby brother, his other half, the home his heart belongs to.
“Oh, forever,” Marvin whispers, kissing the top of Antavriel’s hair. “But you’re awake now, yes? It’s alright....... everything will be alright...”
super SUPER rough sketch of morilius!! i’m still workin on his character design so as you can see they’ve changed quite a bit from the last sketch. also they do have legs i just cut them off there bc it was Very Hard to draw them. anyway!!! have a star king. he’s showin u some of the planets he has he hopes u like them.
"please! Stop it! Stop!" With Anti and whatever's left of Marvin?
A scream tears through Marvin’s throat as he is casted into the water. He has no time to react before hands are pushing him down, holding him, forcing his body inside the salty oceans.
He struggles against his brother, the water around him beginning to boil. The vengeful song of a siren is heard, and in a second Anti is being dragged down, held and bitten in his throat and stomach and scratched in his face and-
Marvin rips him from her grasp, tossing him to the shore like a little doll.
“Stop this!” he hollers, but is hushed as he is tied down to the sand by black tendrils of freezing clouds.
Thick ebony blood seeps from Anti’s shirt, dripping on the sand. There are three scratches on his cheek, and a nasty bite mark on his neck that weeps the ebony as well. A little tooth is stuck inside his skin.
“Stop trying to save me from myself!” he screams, sending another tendril to stab into his brother’s chest. Gold blood bursts from the wound, and runs down his ocean bathed clothes.
“I’m happy as this!” Antavriel cries, sending another tendril, and another, and another. Morilius weeps more than gold, now.
“I want to be a monster! I want to be feared, I want to fucking kill you!”
Antavriel screams, raw and wrathful as he pushes his brother far, and pulls him back with black hooks made of the same ebony. The Earth quakes beneath them, the sky is clouded in darkness and the sirens have began to sing a very angry song. Something even Anti has to push away the water for, drowning them in their own music.
“Please!” Morilius cries, screaming, screaming screaming as he feels his brother’s magic feeding inside his bones. “Stop it! Stop, brother, stop!”
He sends another tendril, but it is stopped by an explosion. Anti is sent sprawling to the ground, digging his shoulder into the Earth as he screams some more.
Thrashing, roaring in anger as he is held down by the sand and the water and the light of an un- Earthly sun, Antavriel bleeds black from his eyes, black from his eyes which carry the darkness of a sky with no stars.
Morilius speaks to him in their own tongues, summoning cracks of thunder and crashing waves of the ocean. His eyes, his unseeing eyes, are hurricanes, storms of war fueld not with hatred but love.
“Stop!” he cries, speaking English now, kneeling beside his writhing brother as his skin his burned by this light and salted by the ocean. “Stop this brother, I’ve had enough! I’ve had enough of it!”
“You h-“
“No!”
Morilius hits him in the chest, sinking him into the sand. Antavriel wails, wails and wails as his ribs break and his skin burns and he feels the void inside his chest beginning to eat him to escape.
“Stop this,” Morilius whispers, setting his hands against his brother. Hushing gently to his brother. Hush, little brother. Hush.
“Why didn’t you come,” Antavriel whimpers. “Why- why didn’t you come..?”
“I searched,” Morilius replies, tears of pain streaking down his face. “I searched, I never stopped, I never stopped, brother, little brother, please.”
“You left me!”
“I loved you! I loved you and I mourned you every second you were gone! I felt you dying, Antavriel! I felt your soul being torn apart, do not tell me I left you! I was ripped from your arms as you were from mine!”
Antavriel cries, gritting his teeth and thrashing as Marvin picks him up, and holds him. Holds him and holds him, close to his chest, warm and safe and loving, loving, loving.
“I never left you.” Morilius whispers, shutting his blind eyes as his brother calms in his arms. “I promise you, I promise you I never left you.”
“Don’t let me go again.” the little brother says, wrapping his arms around the body that holds him as the light lets him go. “Don’t- don’t let me-“
“I won’t.” Morilius promises.
“Brother, I won’t.”