Ooh,say,would you like to do “How can I trust you?” with Anti and Marvin? :D
TW: drug mention
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The couch faced the TV, set in the middle of the open living area with a coffee table in front of it and small stands on both sides. The TV mounted on the wall was off, the room quiet except for the buzz of electronics filling the air. Marvin glanced down at his clothes; far too big for his frame, too soft, too well taken care of.
He moved over to the couch, curling up in a corner, keeping his hands tucked into the sleeves of the sweater and into fists- just in case. The man on the opposite end of the couch looked like him- but too well kept, too clean, too kind.
Dopplegangers were the only option that made sense. Dopplegangers.
"One or two, maybe....not five of us..." Marvin muttered, staring at the other man who's eyes were too kind.
Jack pressed his lips together, nodding. "I know. But the evidence is right here...all 5 of us. I don't really get it either..." He smiled and shrugged, watching the kid in front of him. Someone so small, despite their height. So hardened, with his gaze constantly flikering around the room, looking for something Jack couldn't place. "Hey...your name is Marvin, right?"
Marvin nodded once, keeping the sleeves down on his sweater. His skin prickled, feeling like small daggers or sparks of white noise. He kept his gaze moving, trying to find the source. No one in sight except for the man in front of him. Still too kind.
"I'm Jack. I uh, met Henrik first, he's kinda weird but I love him 'cause of it, you know? He really just wants to help people, hes just brash, is all. He'd also really like to look you over, if you'd let him..."
Marvin shook his head. "No. I'll end up hurting him." These people were fucking idiots.
"I don't think so, but I won't push you, if you're uncomfortable with it. I just want you safe." He shook his head, still keeping a gentle smile. Marvin glanced at him, watching him twitch before recovering like nothing happened. Jack kept moving his hands as he talked. "You know Jackie now, he brought you home, yeah? He's really cool, I didn't think I'd meet a real live superhero." He chuckled, watching Marvin, trying to bring a smile to his face.
Marvin stared at him, rubbing his arm, the pinpricks starting to get on his nerves. "I don't care," he snapped, mouth turning into a scowl. Jack startled, jumping slightly and opening his mouth to speak before closing it again. "I don't fucking care! Why should I care about how you met?? Or who you fucking are?? I don't give a rat's ass!" Bright blue flames licked out the sides of his balled up hands and he stood, getting away from the couch. He kept his eyes fixated on Jack, though he felt the pinpricks intensify as he stood. "Are any of you drug dealers?"
"I-" Jack's eyes were wide as he pressed himself a bit into the couch. "No-"
Marvin bit the inside of his cheek then laughed, bitter. "Then how does that doctor get the fucking meds." He clicked his tongue. "No liscened doctor acts like him. Only the black market ones do that. Are you stupid? How the fuck does a man like him get medical grade drugs? Because it's fucking obvious he's not a doctor." Flames coiled up his arms, hot and ready to attack. The pinpricks settled for a moment, as if enjoying the show.
"He- I met him while he was practicing in a hospital." Jack watched the flames, entranced in their nature. They danced and sparked like normal flames, though they colored bright and dark blue, like a science experiment.
Marvin laughed again, shaking his head. "You have no idea what's out there. You're a fucking idiot."
Jack opened his mouth to speak, shell shocked. He closed his mouth a few moments later, not sure what to say to defend his friend. "I am not-"
"Shut up. Just shut up!" Flames flared around him, singing the floor black. "I was told I could trust you!" White-blue sparks flew, nearly setting the furniture on fire. "I should have known better! You're fucking lying out the gate! How could I trust you?? You're an idiot who doesn't know illegal drugs when it's in your own goddamn house!"
Jack laughed, the sound unnatural, doubled over, and piercing. "You're smart. I like you."
Flames concentrated around his hands, flaring around his fists like angry tentacles. "...don't touch me." The common signs of being manipulated.
"I don't think I can, with that kind of flame." He grinned, teeth shark-like and eyes glowing neon green. "But you're smart. No one else has asked that."
"They're fucking stupid." Marvin felt himself shaking, the pinpricks on his body attacking him like needles stabbing through fabric.
"̴T̴he͝y̸ ͏wo͞n't̷ ͢be̛ a҉s ͘fu̵n as ̶you͜." His voice had an undertoned whirr in it, like a VCR being rewound.
Marvin glared, flames growing. "Name. Now."
"̛Yo̡u ́d҉o͘n̨'́t̸ ̨carȩ ab͡out na͠m͠es.̀"
Before he could retort, Jack coughed, doubling over and holding his head. "Fuck me, mate..."
Marvin took another step back, flames rescinding to a safer level, flicking around his body like a blanket. "I'll get the doctor." He turned and stormed away, pinpricks still following in his tracks.
i’m always soft for damien. he’s so sweet :’)
Thanks!!
1) I absolutely love writing but I’ve never finished a single thing I’ve started writing. It’s still fun though, and I like just doing it because it makes me happy!
2) I’m currently trying to teach myself how to dance. I’m not good at it, but it’s fun anyway!
3) I really want a dog!!!
4) I don’t think I could survive without music. I always have at least one song stuck in my head.
5) I tend to change interests pretty often, but one thing has been a constant since I found it, and that is Markiplier’s channel. (Also Unus Annus is the best thing ever)
I guess I’ll tag @blackbird12307 and @give-spinel-a-hug if you guys are interested!
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I was tagged by @i-am-the-hungryshark !!! Thanks!
1. I’m currently watching Hannibal (still in season one) and holy shit this might be my soulmate show?? How did I not know this was so amazing?
2. I just cleaned the fuck out of my apartment and I’m exhausted. I mean, I’m so glad I did it and I have a clean apartment but omg. Tired.
3. Writing fanfiction is probably one of my favorite things to do. I don’t sit down and make room for me to do it often enough, but writing fanfic truly makes me feel like I belong.
4. Tonight at sundown the Jewish new year starts!! It’s called Rosh Hashana! So this fact is that I’m Jewish.
5. I’m also poly and queer as all fuck. I’ve got two lovely partners 😊
Alright, time to tag people: @syrengrey @geekiebeekie @misselylux @cigarettesandbruisedhips @ladyslytherin07 @weestarmeggie17
he’s so dumb I love him
Mimicking is the sincerest form of flattery
Because my brain is doing this now, some dsmp people as, like, times of year or sorts of days.
Sapnap is the part of winter when the excitement of the snow has worn off but the cabin fever hasn’t set in yet. When there’s a decent amount of snow on the ground and it’s not first snow sparkly but not gross and brown either.
George is that bit at the beginning of spring when everything is kind of wet cold, but you can tell that it’s not winter anymore and everything is muddy.
Dream is state fair season at the end of summer when everything is exciting and busy but there’s that little bit of latent anxiety with school coming up again.
Eret is those days in any season when you step outside and everything feels a little off from reality, but in like a pleasant, ethereal way. Fairy days.
Quackity is those days in summer when you can tell that you’re neighbors are barbecuing.
Ranboo has distinct late/mid school year vibes. The perfect blend of stress and not giving a shit.
I feel like Techno is those days when it's raining just the lightest little bit but the sun is still shining.
Tubbo is the day when it was supposed to rain really hard but then it's sunny and beautiful all day.
Tommy is the day before the Fourth of July. I don't really have an explanation for this.
This might be exclusive to me, but Shlatt is a summer family reunion where you can count the people you recognize on one hand. And the venue edges just a little bit into uncomfortably warm.
Bad is the last day or two of school when you don't have anything to do and your locker is all cleaned out so you're just there in this weird luminal space suspended between structure and freedom.
Conversely, Skeppy is the first week of summer when everything is exciting and you feel all that summer potential rising up and you think about all the things you'll do when really summer is just the freedom to do nothing remotely productive for three months.
Wilbur is a good solid thunderstorm day where the sky turns black and the air smells like electricity, but only if one enjoys thunderstorms. If one is unsettled by thunderstorms then that is simply not the vibe.
Niki is autumn. Not for the holidays or for the colors or the pumpkin spice or anything like that, but for the ability to once again wear sweaters and layers of clothes. And also specifically the very beginning of fall when most of the trees are still green but once in a while you see one that's bright red orange or even the ones that go just ever so slightly red pink.
Karl is a late spring early summer day where the temperature is perfect but there's like a slightly chilly breeze but otherwise it's beautiful and the only problem is that the sun is literally too bright to open your eyes.
Phil is a winter day with really good packable snow and it's sunny so even though you bundle up to go outside you take your coat off after like a half hour, and your probably gonna do some sledding of questionable safety.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE!!! SPOOKS FOR ALL!!!!
I’d thought I’d draw what I’m dressing up as!!
I’m sorry if I don’t know how to draw a gun, this is my first time!!!
Reference from: @inspiredrawaw
love learning about mcyts because sometimes i hear things like “dadkisser docm77 was a professional basketball player” or “sneeg ‘my cock’ snag has a degree in criminal psychology” or literally any fact i’ve ever learnt about jack manifold and i just have to accept it.
listen people are starting to realize tumblr isn’t dead we all need to be as cringe as possible for the next few months, it’s vital to our survival
Hi! I don’t know what I’m doing, and my interests change at the drop of a hat, but I’m here, and I think it’s fun!
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