Hi! I’ve been seeing a lot of your art for Wiccan Marvin on patreon and I absolutely love them! Do you have any head canons for this Wiccan AU version of Marvin and Jackie? If you don’t that’s fine, I just really like these characters.
I have a few!
-Marvin isn’t a forest god but is merely a protector of his forest but that doesn’t stop Jackie from calling Marvin a god
- in this au Jackie and Marvin aren’t dating *yet* Jackie has a huge crush on Marvin but because Marvin is aromantic who is romance favorable he doesn’t really get crushes but because he does really like Jackie hes very oblivious to Jackies flirting attempts
-in every of my aus Jackie is always trans it’s who he is. But in this one hes gay trans!
-Marvin is aromantic who is romance favorable with a preference for men and asexual! And hes non-binary who uses he/they pronouns
-Marvin falls in love with Jackie a bit slower compared to Jackie. With Marvin his love for him grows as they build a trusting emotional bond
-there is something that happens from misunderstandings in which Marvin thinks Jackie is working with a group of villains who tried to destroy Marvins forest but Jackie was trying to stop the villains and its not until Jackie gets his entire right arm burned and getting poisoned from a knife while trying to stop a villain from burning down Marvins forest for Marvin to realize Jackie was trying to stop them
- Marvin takes Jackie back to his cabin to take care of him as he recovers from the burn and the poison. Marvin was able to heal Jackie from the poison but his body still thinks it’s fighting off something so Jackie gets a horrible fever for a few days. And during the times of Jackie being half awake and delusional accidentally tells Marvin that he loves him. Marvin hushes him back to sleep so they can talk when Jackie is feeling better and more awake. And they do talk! And Jackie very flustered does confirm that yes he loves him and Marvin says he loves him too! And then they start dating
-Marvins cabin is pretty cozy and the only room I have designed in it right now is his bedroom. His bed is elevated with lots of space below the bed frame for storage and a ladder that leads up to the bed and it’s very rustic
-Marvin can choose which’s parts of him to transform into him peryton form so he really has his human form, half peryton half human, and peryton form
- Marvin likes to wrap his wings around Jackie when ether they hug, kiss, or cuddle it makes the moment feel more intimate and after a while Jackie ends up feeling safe when Marvin does it
-his horns is the only thing he can’t transform away so no matter what form he’s in theyll always have horns
-Jackie one time made Marvin a flower crown and Marvin used his magic to make the crown ever lasting and fresh and it’s his favorite thing EVER
-Marvin and Jackie technically have 2 first meetings. When Jackie met Marvins peryton form and his human form. The peryton meeting didn’t gooo great. Jackie trespassed Marvins forest and he was pissed about it. As for the human meeting it went a bit better. Jackie saw Marvin in a book shop and just gave a small compliment on his hair color and when Marvin looked over at Jackie he noticed that he was holding a book on mythology creatures and considering he met Jackie in his peryton form this intrigued him and they started talking!
“i promised ya i wasn’t ever gonna let anyone hurt ya, ladywitch.”
“so when they came knockin’ on our door saying you were gonna burn…heh.”
“i thought it’d be better if they burned instead.”
so here’s that angsty fell witch AU stuff I promised, brought to you by exhaustion and the davy jones theme from pirates of the caribbean(hey @venelona i heard you like bara wink wink)
wow remember the tfc wicca au i was working on? yeah me either.
Pt. 1
Bad things come in threes.
Every witch knows this, just as every witch knows there no way to prevent it. His mother taught him young, whispering in his ears the secrets of their people. "Abram," She'd say sternly, "There is no such thing as coincidences. Never ignore the signs."
One instance of bad luck is enough for caution, and two instances is already too late. The third instance will always be the worst, and there's nothing that can stop it.
Neil closes his eyes, trying to breathe through the pain. During spells, it isn't good to lose focus, but Neil always finds clarity at the heights of the magic, and takes the half a second to take stock.
(His mother would kill him, for losing focus during a spell, and then kill him again for doing it on purpose. Losing focus is almost as bad as scrying without a bonded pendulum. In front of mirrors.)
Bad luck number one: Neil runs out of glamor charms and loses the rest of his reflection crystals to a hole in the bottom of his bag. In this moment of bright magic, Neil can see the next path of misfortune; foxes, rosemary, black seed, rose quartz, amethyst, ravens, black roses, fallen brooms, opal, broken mirrors-
Neil gasps as magic tears through his system, leaving him with a buzzing under his skin and the inability to move. He tries to stand up, but his legs collapse underneath him and ends with him landing harshly on the concrete floor.
He's running out of time. He can see it, like an image out of the corner of his eye, a shadow getting closer behind him, the sounds of figurative clocks stopping.
Ravens, black roses, fallen brooms, opal, broken mirrors.
Bad luck. Bad signs. Death omens for goddess' sakes. He's stayed here too long.
These separate are more than enough reason to panic, to reroute, replan, find a way out. But together they're a recipe for Neil's demise.
He should leave. He should run. He should stop thinking about the blond haired boy that looked like destruction and felt like decay.
Neil doesn't know why his thoughts keep submerging to him.
Andrew, Neil thinks. Then shakes his head in frustration. He shouldn't know his name. He shouldn't know that his blood runs with drugs. He shouldn't know that his feelings are all illusions. He shouldn't know how he dies.
That's why, that's why he keeps popping in his head. Andrew. The boy he could read across a room without the intent. The boy he could see die without touch.
That's never happened before. The only times Neil has flash visions are when he's in immediate danger. Not when someone else is. But he saw him, the moment he walked in he saw him being shot in a dark alley, saw his body fall to the ground and never get up.
Neil sucks his bottom lip. Maybe his gift is getting more powerful. Maybe now he can do readings on anyone without intent and without touching them. The idea is horrifying.
Foxes, rosemary, black seed, rose quartz, and amethyst.
Neil doesn't know what the fox means, but the rest are good signs, hell, the best signs. The image of rose quartz flashes in his mind again and Neil gets confused. What does love have to do with his death?
The prophecy was certain in one aspect: the good will lead to the evil. As long as Neil avoids the good signs he should be clear of the worst.
"The one rule you must always remember, and Abram, this one is important: you can not cheat fate."
Neil remembers her words and, along with all the other words Neil's mother has left him, promptly ignores them.
Outside the abandoned, decaying building that Neil has been hiding in, the sounds of the forest is broken by those of men. Neil gasps as another vision washes over him, one of hunters and pain and fire. Neil's body is still weak from the confusion spell he cast moments before, and Neil ran out of hexes just days ago.
As Neil prepares himself for his second dose of bad luck, another sound, one less volatile and harsh, causes Neil to look behind him. In the corner that's covered with wild moss and plant vines sits an orange fox, patiently staring at him, and Neil kind of wants to laugh.
No mother, Neil thinks as the fox trots unafraid up to him, you can't cheat fate.
so wicca!marv is a peryton who can shapeshift into a human? cuz im a sucker for non-humans dating humans and being confused about human things jfjdjdjjd
Yea!
SAME THOUGH
But also Jackie is a himbo
So we got Marvin who doesn’t understand a few human things and Jackie who is a himbo so he doesn’t inform Marvin
So it’s just 2 dorks who are confused by human things
As fledgling witches of age 13, Frisk and Chara summoned into this realm two of the most unprecedented familiars.
Skeletons, of the rare Undead class.
As is custom, the young wiccas would love and care for their familiars into adulthood, forging bonds nigh impossible to break.
Frisks’ familiar, Sans, grew to be a quiet, reserved monster who preferred sitting by the hearth with a good book to anything else (save for spending time with his lady witch, of course ;) ).
Chara’s familiar, Papyrus, is of more … emotional character. His magic is strong, unstable, and driven by his feelings. He has been Chara’s steadfast protector since the day he was summoned (he’s come to love her dearly; were she to taken from him, the consequences would be dire).
Yoooooo this is so much fun! I love this AU so much already (pardon me mutuals, my mind took me in a different direction design-wise)
Pt.1 of that tfc wicca au that i said id write a year back but never did
Pt. 2
He came in with five different crystals hanging from his neck, a sweater twice his size, and hair the color of roses. He was attractive in a way that could only mean trouble, and Andrew went back to mopping the floor with only one eye on the mystery man and twice his usual caution.
But then the man turned his head and Andrew caught a glimpse of his eyes that made him freeze and had his mop crashing to the ground as Andrew stared, mesmerized. Maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was the sugar binge the other day catching up with him, or maybe it was the leftover brain damage of happy pills and head injuries making him delusional, but Andrew could have sworn that the moment his eyes met the strange mans' he saw his own death.
A reflection of himself, a flash of a gun, a knife, a screen of blood, an unmoving body in a dark and damp alleyway.
Andrew blinks, and the imagery is gone.
Andrew shakes his head and picks up the fallen mop. Behind the counter Aaron raises his eyebrows in surprise. He then turns away with a scoff at Andrew's cold glare, while Nicky not so subtly gawks at the new customer who has now gotten to the front counter, looking much more frantic and nervous then Andrew remembers him being just a moment ago.
Nicky doesn’t seem to notice the man's distress and smiles flirtatiously. "Welcome to the Foxhole, what can I-?"
"Please," The man cuts him off, flicking his eyes over to the door, "is there somewhere I can go to-" The man closes his eyes and takes a moment to breathe. When he opens them their color is dark and deep like waves of an ocean instead of the icy tundra from before, yet Andrew finds himself annoyingly as transfixed.
"Please, my ex is following me and he's, well, his temper.." The man drawls off and looks downward haunted, grabbing one of the crystals around his neck and dragging it anxiously on its chain.
Andrew frowns. The man's good, Andrew almost believes him. But there’s something off about him, something too cliche about his story. Nicky though is already hastily opening the door to the counter, obviously falling for the man's lie.
"Christ, of course, come on, you can hide in the storage room." Nicky pushes a disgruntled Aaron aside and opens the door.
The man gives Nicky a tentative but genuine smile that makes Nicky stumble as he holds the door open.
"Thank you." He says with such relief and exhaustion it couldn't be fake.
Andrew pushes the mop against a nearby wall to walk over to his cousin with a brow raised.
Andrew is just about to open his mouth when the bell over the door rings signaling a customer. Nicky's jaw tightens and fist clench and Andrew turns to the sight of a tall burly man with a shaved head and a deep set scowl on his face. His clothes are all dark and concealing, but its hard not to notice the obvious muscle on the man. As he walks towards them Andrews eyes flicker to bunched up cloth in places weapons are typically sealed to the confident form of a trained fighter. Ah. This most be the 'ex.'
Nicky forces on a smile and repeats the usual greeting, "Hi! Welcome to-"
"I'm looking for someone I think passed through here." The man interrupts. "Red hair, blue eyes, lots of strange pendants, he's kind of hard to miss. Have you seen him?"
Funny. The 'ex' seemed more like a professional thug than an unhappy boyfriend.
Nicky's forced smile strains but surprisingly he doesn’t give way more than that. "Sorry sir, doesn’t sound familiar. Would you like to order something? Our iced chai latte is to die for and-"
The man slams his fist onto the counter, startling the other two customers in the store and sending them scurrying out of the front doors. "Don’t fuck with me. I know he came through here, and if you don’t tell me where he is I'll-"
The man stiffens. He most likely dismissed Andrew as a threat with his short stature and apathetic gaze. A rather usual mistake. Also a fatal one.
"You’ll what?" Andrew says in a bored tone, pressing his knife deeper into the underside of the mans ribs.
The man grits his teeth but wisely says nothing.
"That's what I thought. I'm going to take a wild guess and figure you don’t want the cops involved, and I'd rather not have to mop up your blood. I just cleaned the floors and all the money in the world wouldn't give me the motivation to do so again. So here’s how this is going to go: I’m going to walk you to the doors, you are going to leave the store, and go back to whatever shithole you crawled out of. I see you so much as in a five block radius of my store and I will gut you like a dog. Do you understand?"
The man stands there for a moment, before jerkily nodding.
"Good choice." Andrew says and shifts his blade in a way to push the man forward.
The man walks cautiously and Andrew digs the point of his knife in deeper a couple times to keep him from getting any ideas.
"This won't end well for you you know, if you are keeping him." The man says.
Andrew flicks his a bored stare. "Was that a threat?"
"Not a threat. A warning. I know he may look all pretty and distressed and helpless but he's not, trust me, he's not. He's a liar and a manipulator and he'll get you killed I guarantee it. You kids have no idea what you're getting into."
Andrew stills for a moment. He can hear the truth in his words, hear some fear too. Andrew thinks of a flash of a gun in a dark alley and feels warnings go off in his head.
The man chuckles, "See? You feel it don’t you? That kid ain’t normal, he's not right. You put your toy away and I'll take him off your hands."
Andrew shoots him a cold glare and shoves him forward. "Stay quiet and keep moving."
The man growls in frustration. "Aren’t you hearing me? He's dangerous, he's not human!"
Andrew gives the man a full view of his face. "Ask me if I care. No? Then get the fuck out of my store."
Andrew promptly pushes the man out the door as the man curses him out. He watches as he walks down the street and turns from the block before going back over to the small coffee shop's counter.
Andrew slams his hands on it, startling Nicky, "What the hell were you thinking-"
The back door opening cuts him off and pretty boy walks out with a look around as if to make sure his 'ex' is gone, and then turns to Nicky with a smile, ignoring Aaron's glower and the obvious tension in the room.
"Thank you, most people wouldn’t have done that for a stranger, I appreciate it immensely."
Nicky smiles back with a look in his eye that makes Andrew kind of want to stab him. "I-"
"Yeah yeah, if you want to make it up to us buy a coffee or leave, we were suppose to close up ten minutes ago and minimum wage is not worth staying late for some weird asshole's bullshit." Aaron says irritably.
The man frowns and sends Aaron a glare that changes the color of his eyes to an almost unnatural tone of gray and Andrew must be losing it because he swears his pupils are disappearing in the hues.
Then the man looks at Andrew and his eyes are back to normal.
"Sorry for the trouble I caused. I’ll get out of your way."
"Wait!" Nicky shouts and Aaron groans loudly. "Ignore Aaron hes an asshole. I’m Nicky by the way, I, uh, didn’t catch your name?"
The man blinks slowly, looking a little surprised. "Neil."
"Nice to meet you Neil, well I mean, not really under the circumstances with your insane ex and all-"
Aaron rubs his temples, "Christ Nicky shut up and let him leave so we can go home."
Nicky makes an offended sound. "But-"
Aaron's hand clasps over Nicky's mouth. "Nope, it is 11:30 and I wanted to go home five hours ago."
"And I need to be on my way anyways." The man- Neil, smiles awkwardly and walks out from behind the counter only to pause near Andrew. "Though I don’t like being indebted to people, so let me repay you with some advice: stay away from Maple and Hall's Street tomorrow night. Best to get a taxi instead of walking." With that. The man left the shop, Andrew staring disbelievingly in the space he left.
"What the fuck." Aaron says. Andrew, for once, can't help but agree.
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On Monday nights Andrew is usually the one left for closing. There’s not too many customers so there’s really only need for one person on the clock.
Andrew closes with time to spare and locks the doors before taking a cigarette out. He puts it between his teeth as he looks down the street. Maple street is two blocks over and filled with dark alleyways and muggings gone south. Its also in the same direction Andrew walks home to every night. He thinks of icy blue eyes and a knowing tone and a reflection of himself, a flash of a gun, a knife, a screen of blood, an unmoving body in a dark and damp alleyway. He's never believed in psychic shit, he's on the sharp end of skepticism and doesn’t believe in fate or ghosts or any kind of mythical force. Andrew takes a drag.
Five minutes later a taxi stops in front of him. He gets in.
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On the news the next morning some night jogger was killed near The Foxhole Coffeehouse. He was shot twice, once in the stomach and once in the head around eleven o'clock.
It was on Maple Street.
"It means nothing." Aaron says heated. "A coincidence."
"A 'coincidence'? How can you say that, someone died on the street he told Andrew not to go to!" Nicky argued.
"You're right. Its not a coincidence. He's probably a gang member that knew shit was going to go down there!"
"Oh, come on Aaron, do you really think he looked like a thug?"
"His ex sure did, and who’s to say Neil wasn’t involved in his boyfriend's activities?"
"Shut up both of you." Andrew hisses with more emotion then he usually allows himself to let out. His nerves have felt shot and his skin tight and suffocating ever since he saw the news report this morning.
He needs to think this through. The logical part of him is telling him Aaron is right. That Neil is just another kid part of a gang in some capacity that led him to know about Maple Street. But the other part of him; the part that remembers every detail of his bleeding dead body after being shot, the part that can still hear the fear in the 'ex's voice, the part that knows Neil's eyes changed colors every time he looked at them; that part is screaming his mind into a nutshell.
But trusting himself would mean exploring the possibility of magic, an idea he hasn't contemplated since he was seven. It means realizing there's a whole different world of dangers that he is ignorant to.
In any case, Andrew has to find out. Not knowing is the worst outcome, and, as obnoxious and annoying as it may be, Andrew is interested. He is interested for the first time in years, by a boy with changing blue eyes and a fake name.
A voice in the back of his mind whispers dangerous and too risky.
Andrew tries to ignore the wave of excitement he feels.
