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Who else on Tumblr do your family know about? What reputations do your other friends / followers have?
Droid (shy-3po) and my mom talk on the regular, status has been upgraded to Family Friend! My mom knows about Huffle (huffle-dork) and says her art style is really cute! They know oblivioussempai as my benevolent benefactor, without whom I wouldn't have nearly as much cool merch (which is very true!)
My last art for the year and it's for @huffle-dork
I've talked with her about my love for Alt. How he just seemed to speak to me as someone whose life hasn't been the best, having been over-shadowed by an older sibling and just trying to find my own way in the world. The purpley-pink lighting is a reference to an Alt concept piece she did earlier in the year that... I actually kind of hope she makes canon because it's a great idea (especially for inclusion's sake).
Jackie and Marvin, Thunderstorm, “You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”,Maybe with Marvin trying to sneak off in the storm to do hero/magic stuff while sick and Jackie stopping him? :D
“You better not be doing what I think you’re doing.”
Marvin freezes, or tries to freeze. It’s hard to go still when your entire body is shaking and quivering beyond your control, and your nose is running, and your head is pounding, and-
It’s hard to hold still when you feel like death, basically, but Marvin tries.
Jackie isn’t fooled. He folds his arms, raises an eyebrow, and taps his foot. Ah, the Sad Dad trick. Chase has really been rubbing off on him. Marvin hates him for that because the damn thing actually works, and Jackie knows it.
“....maybe.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“You’re going out!”
“Actually-” Jackie begins, stomping forward to grab Marvin by the back of the shirt like a rather unruly kitten. “I canceled my patrol.”
“What? Why? This is barely a storm!”
“Because you’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere. Chase and JJ are with the kids and Schneep won’t be back for several more hours. You can’t stay here alone.”
“Why not?”
“Because you try to pull shit like this, dumbass.”
Jackie drags him back down the hallway towards his room, Marvin’s weak struggling absolutely no match for his brother’s super strength. The magician gets tossed onto his bed and then trapped by Jackie starting to take off his cape and mask. Marvin pouts and refuses to help, but Jackie just rolls his eyes and keeps going.
“Go back to sleep,” Jackie commands, sitting on the floor with his back leaning against Marvin’s bed while he drags a random book over to read. It’s about spells, predictably, and he won’t understand a thing, but it’s got pictures so it might be entertaining for a little bit.
“....hey, Jackie?”
“Hm?” the hero hums, not looking up from the illustration he’s trying to decipher.
“Thanks.”
HC about Phantom and Natemare Inspired by @huffle-dork‘s ‘Phantom Collects’ shortfic and @reverseblackholeofwords‘s ‘Broken Pieces’ story thread. Natemare made a deal with Phantom a long time ago. He had given up any hope of ever leaving when Marvin somehow escaped his contract. He felt a glimmer of hope and gained enough courage, and he managed to break out of the crystal. The Phantom’s magic tainted him, however, and made him THE Natemare we know now. He swore to himself he would never again let anyone else get tricked by the phantom. Will eventually write this out as a story, but I’m too lazy RN :P
Can I send you a hug?
I won't say no <3
“Where were you when I needed you?” Marvin at Jack? I love that sweet sweet bitterness of Marvin almost not being canon :3c added whump and or injury for the boy is also good hfvfhghj love you storm!
“Oh yeah, that’s great, that’s real fuckin great.”
Sean swallowed nervously, shifting his weight from foot to foot as Marvin stalked closer, eyes narrowed behind his mask and hands curled into fists. The magician snarled, baring his unusually sharp teeth. He walked like a predator cornering its prey, already knowing it had won, relishing the fright before the kill. Sean felt so small under Marvin’s gaze, so insignificant in comparison to his powerful ego.
“You’re here now. Wonderful. Fantastic. What a good creator you are, bein’ here for us now.”
The sarcasm dripped heavily from Marvin’s lips, but Sean could hear the sadness. The betrayal. The intense, deep hurt that attached itself to Marvin’s heart like a scar. The magician walked right into Sean’s personal space, backing him up against the wall, leaning in so they were nearly nose to nose. This close, Sean could smell Marvin’s cologne and the distinct spicy crackle of his magic as it rose up in his veins. The glow started not at the corner of Marvin’s eyes, as Sean had thought, but from the center, branching out through the tiny veins around Marvin’s iris to encompass the sclera.
“But we don’t need you now.”
Marvin grabs his throat suddenly, silky glove almost soft against his neck before the ego squeezes his fingers. Sean grabs at his arm immediately, pulling and tugging uselessly, but Marvin so stronger. He’s so much stronger. He’s never hurt Sean before. He’s never threatened to, either. The change is like whiplash, and Sean is left reeling and running out of air.
“Where were you when we needed you?”
Suddenly Marvin is too close, actually coming nose to nose with him, and Sean sees it. A spark of red in the glowing depths of his eyes, the shaky sliver of a glitch in the color, the distorted crackle of something inhuman and evil in his breath. He feels his heart stop, his lungs burn, his veins turn cold.
“Where were you when I needed you?”
15.”Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that.” Ummm Marvin (sickie?) anddd another septic I dong care who I’m not picky |D
“What did I tell you?”
Marvin made no attempt to respond, simply huddling further under the blanket Jackie had draped over his shoulders, the cold still racking his body with shivers. Jackie tossed two more pieces of wood into the fireplace, finally satisfied with the growth of the flames. He stood up and brushed off his jeans, turning around to face Marvin with an exasperated scowl.
“Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that.”
“Had t-t-t-to,” Marvin ground out, teeth chattering so violently he almost couldn’t form the words. His response did nothing to placate Jackie, who threw his hands up and stomped off to the kitchen. Judging by the sounds from within, he was making something warm- tea, hopefully. Marvin would really enjoy some of his own home blend right about now. It would give him the strength needed to warm himself up.
“You did not have to,” Jackie called out because apparently they were not done with this conversation, even if he had been the one to walk away. Marvin suppressed a groan and collapsed sideways onto the couch, dragging the quilt Jameson and Chase had made from the back of the couch over his body. More blankets would be nice, and a pillow, but the fire was beginning to really roar and soon he’d be feeling the heat from it.
“I told you not to and you did anyway. You knew this would happen! I knew this would happen and I let you go out there!”
Marvin was tempted to bite out a response, but his teeth were still clicking together too rapidly. Explaining anything right now, but especially the science behind why magic was inhibited by thick fabrics, would be beyond difficult. It was frustrating, not being able to respond to Jackie’s nagging. Thankfully he seemed to realize he wouldn’t get an answer and went silent, finishing doing...whatever he was doing.
Marvin had almost dozed off when Jackie returned with two mugs, the magician perking up just a little. He could smell his home blend from here and eagerly reached for it, uncaring to the way the heat burned his chilled hands at first. Jackie sat beside him and didn’t complain when Marvin shoved his feet under Jackie’s thigh.
“Listen, I just- I don’t want you catching a cold, okay? We all know Jem is gonna get sick, and if he gets sick then Chase will probably get sick taking care of him, and if Chase gets sick then Schneep will try to take care of him and we risk Schneep also getting sick and-”
Marvin held his hand out to stop Jackie’s worried rambling, leaning over to set his mug on the floor. Reluctantly he shimmied his way up and out of his blankets, repositioning himself to lean against Jackie’s side and rest his head on Jackie’s shoulder. His brother went still for a moment, letting Marvin get comfortable, and then retrieved his mug before pulling the blankets up over the two.
“B-b-be okay,” Marvin managed to say, accepting the arm Jackie draped over him, soaking in his brother’s warm and the sound of his heart beating behind his ribs. He took a few slow steady sips of his tea and sighed, the sound close to a purr.
“Yeah….yeah, we’ll be okay.”
P or T with either Marvin or Jackie...? *sweats nervously*
Marvin’s shield was breaking. The long spider web cracks in the pulsing mint magic grew longer with each thud of Anti’s fists. The glitch was unrelenting in his onslaught on the spell, static distorted form having split into multiple barely stable and barely visible copies. They rained hell upon Marvin’s rapidly dwindling projection, all of them cackling and hissing at him, a swarm of vipers with fangs bared, hungry for blood. Starving. Marvin’s strength was fading as fast as his magic, sweat dripping down the ego’s face under his mask, scars burning painfully as he tried to hold their last defense just a little bit longer. His whole body shook with the strain, teeth gritted in a feral snarl as vicious as Anti’s.
Sean’s right eye was swollen completely shut, the entire side of his face painted purple and blue from horrid bruises and fractured bone. He was wheezing for air, unable to breathe from his broken nose, but also unable to open his mouth more than a few centimeters with the crude injected stitches keeping it mostly shut. He looked like a simple touch would break him into pieces, and Jackie actually hesitated before doing his best to gently scooping the man into his arms. Their creator was too light, too limp. He groaned, watery blue eye rolling about, unfocused and unseeing, the sclera trauma red. Jackie held Sean close to his chest, wincing at the angle that his ankle dangled at, how twisted his right arm was, how easily his ribs bent under his skin.
“I’ve got ‘im, let's go!” Jackie cried, running out of the cell and back to Marvin.
The sight of him and their creator was enough to make Anti pause, the glitch’s eyes going wide, mirrored on all of his copies. The surprise quickly turned into vicious rage, body spazzing into little pixels and the shadow of an afterimage as he screamed. The copies broke apart, vaporized by Anti’s instability. Marvin’s shield finally fell, the magician dropping with it, landing with a heavy thud on his knees. His head rolled, chest heaving with deep pants of exertion, but even as exhausted as he was, Marvin still raised his hands and called for his magic again.
By the time Anti was charging at them, it was too late. The bubble of magic surrounded him and Jackie, and in a sudden burst of mint flame, they were gone.
