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would you still love me if i was a homestuck
more like a hiveswap but you get the deal
Damn. The fandom has the best theories
Hiveswap Theory: Marvus
Ok.
So.
Marvus Xoloto.
The (in my opinion) most anticipated sim in all of troll call comes out and he’s…
His quirk is distressing to look at, his route was somewhat uncomfortably horny (which translated to me not talking about it with my sister too much to bounce ideas off), his horns are backwards, and regardless of how much it may or may not have contributed to the chaos, there was definitely some level or form of mind control at play.
The more I thought about his quirk, though, specifically the largely phonetic facets and the fact he “clarifies” slang terms with other, equally indecipherable slang terms, the more I realized,
Fuck, who am I to talk; I say shit like “D’ya’ve” and put contractions where they’re not really supposed to be when I’m texting/talking, and I am most certainly guilty of the failure in defining slang terms.
And he’s really hot, cunning, and Above All seems to be genuinely nice.
This Mettaton-posing magnificent bastard is beautiful and infuriating, so ya know what? Fuck it.
♠
But on to the Actual Fucking Theory
I still think Marvus is a Lime-blood.
One of the first things I noticed about him was that this:
struck me as the exact inverse of this:
The idea that comes to mind is some sort of perception manipulation, specifically in regards to attention.
And the similarities don’t stop there.
These two know what’s going on. Boldir’s more subtle about it, she appears to know that it’s all a game.
Marvus outright tells us he knows it’s extra-canonical
They both know how timelines work, even if they react to them differently. Boldir accepts it and makes the most of what she can; Marvus fights it even though he knows he can’t win. If you look at these attitudes through the scope of them being Lime-bloods, then the castes they choose to impersonate make sense.
Boldir picked what was practical. She only has two horns and isn’t a psionic, so she couldn’t pretend to be a gold-blood, and on top of that picked the caste that matched her aspect.
Marvus said fuck that. Became a fucking clown. Entered and won “Slam or Get Culled.” Hid in plain sight. Fuck predilection, both fate and so-called “biology.”
Additionally, if my previous theory has any accuracy and his true sign is in fact Canra, then with his meta knowledge it makes sense that he wouldn’t display the purple equivalent as there is already a Caprira in the game.
Back to comparing Marvus and Boldir, their routes follow the same structure:
First bad route: You just simply decide not to meet them at all.
Good route: You meet, pull a deceptive move together and you become friends.
Second bad route: You make the “wrong” decision, become friends anyway and talk about timelines, and reality conspires to screw you over before beginning to fall apart.
I feel it should also be noted that when they sustain injuries they both get injured in ways that cause discoloration (poisoning and burns) so we don’t actually get to see their blood color.
Away from Boldir, some hints that Marvus specifically be a Lime-blood:
He takes you to a Green Room. Yes, I know what a green room is. This one is more of a subtle hint; I only mention it because he does Not take you to his dressing room.
He’s described as being of most height and is small enough for you to drag his body into the clown church. This suggests he’s somewhat smaller than purples tend to be. (Karako gets a free pass because he’s super young)
This little speech
reads very interestingly if you consider it being said by a Lime masquerading as a purple as it could be a hint at why Lime-bloods were eradicated, especially if they had/have perception/focus altering powers.
As for why he doesn’t just tell us these things?
This is what he’s willing to say on camera. This guy has to watch his tongue. He can’t outright say he objects to the system, but he can let you know why he does, and he can give “hypotheticals” to get you thinking.
Lights Part 1
There was nothing quite like going for a random walk. The urge hadn’t hit you for a very long time- so long in fact a small tremor of fear shot through you. It couldn’t be him. He’d been destroyed with the creation of the new worlds and the new timeline. Simply put, there wasn’t a way for him to reach through the ever calling void to pluck your strings. But for a moment you were reminded of your time on Alternia. You’d traversed that planet in a mind controlled haze and it was an experience that left you shaken. One you never wished to experience again. So when the urge to get up and go somewhere hit you it had taken you an embarrassingly long time to calm your racing heart. It was an ordinary urge, one that didn’t mean you were back under his control. Still, you were anxious as you stepped out of your front door. Your little corner of the world wasn’t all that exciting. A welcome reprieve from the constant action Alternia had given you. As it was, the neighborhood was as calm as any other day. Afternoon sunlight filtered over the houses and across the sidewalks giving everything a warm feeling. There was no reason for your anxiety. Even so, you took careful steps. You weren’t interested in making friends this time around. Just going for a simple walk. Your coat kept the autumn chill off and you were happy about your sturdy boots. Both had cost you pretty penny but the price had been well worth the quality. It also helped that they looked damn good on you.
It took less time than you remembered to reach downtown. Everything a steady stream of people and activity. People were no doubt doing last minute shopping. You wandered down the streets with no particular destination in mind. There was a little hole in the wall coffee shop not too far away that you liked to frequent. They had some of the best drinks and their prices didn’t leave your wallet openly weeping. Then there was the bakery not too far away that had the best donuts you’d ever had. Among all the shops there was plenty to choose from that you’d enjoy. You decided to go to the coffee shop first. The darker lighting and overstuffed armchairs hidden in the corners were exactly what would set your mind at ease. They had no bell to alert them to customers- music soft but unmistakable floated through the air. That wonderful coffee smell permeated the building and it took little time for the barista to get your drink made and hand it to you. Dropping a tip into the tip jar you took your drink and sat in the furthest arm chair you could find from the door and the drink station. As far as anyone was concerned you were simply part of the backdrop. Pulling out your phone you scroll through the latest news feeds and try not to lose your will to live. Things will always keep happening and quite frankly you aren’t sure how much you can take anymore. Or rather, what was that popular quote? Something about drawing a line somewhere and looking deep inside of yourself for what you’re willing to put up with today. Either way it isn’t this shit.
You’re so engrossed in the latest bullshit your country is spouting you almost don’t notice the new occupant of the coffee shop. Almost. Too many years being on a hair-trigger of flight or fight have engrained a deep sense of your surroundings. Even if they hadn’t you’d recognize this particular customer anywhere. Her hat is pulled low over her face and her steps purposely soundless. You both know that the barista and the other customers haven’t noticed her. There is only the steady swish of her coat as she walks and even that is drowned out by the music. You look down at your phone and watch her out of your peripherals. She takes a seat across from you as silent as a phantom which is just the way she likes it. You both know that you’ve seen each other. She makes no move to talk and neither do you. If she sought you out then that means there’s a problem. None of your other friends had reached out to you and while you hadn’t attempted to hide you made no move to reach out first. It would be a long time before you felt secure enough to reach out first in your friendships again.
“He’s gone.” She says barely a whisper. You bob your head in a nod. Its a statement not a question. “I’ve managed to keep tabs on all of our mutual acquaintances.”
“I expected nothing less from you.”
“Adalov has been cyberstalking you.” That makes you glance up. There’s the barest hint of an amused smile on her lips. You raise a brow for her to continue. You weren’t completely unaware but if Boldir is bringing it up then its more significant than you gave credit for.
“He’s been methodically going through every scrap of information about you he can get his claws on.” She pauses to take your drink from you and take a sip, you let her because despite everything you still consider her a friend. You’re pretty sure she knows this too. “He started out doing so of his own volition, however, I believe an acquaintance of yours- Dirk Strider- is also cyberstalking you. Adalov has taken note of that and started stalking him as well-,”
“Which in turn means Dirk is stalking him.” That almost makes you laugh, the two of them stalking each other to see what the other is up to is just the type of Spy vs Spy bullshit that only leads to further shenanigans. Even Boldir has a look that says she thinks its equally as amusing. The two of you sit in a momentary silence. A comforting thing you’d almost forgot to miss. Now it settles around you like a warm blanket. Taking your drink back from Boldir you take a sip.
“I have a feeling Adalov and Strider will try and contact you at some point soon. I thought...” She hesitates for a moment- eyes darting, “I thought I should warn you so that you aren’t caught by surprise. I know the control he had over you has made you wary.”
“Boldir... I may not have reached out but that doesn’t mean I’ve missed you any less. I can’t bring myself to be the first to reach out. Not after... Everything that happened on Alternia. But I’d never turn away a friend.” You reached across the little table to hold her hand. Her claws dig into your skin with how hard she grips it back and you watch the way she relaxes. It’s almost enough to break your heart.
“Would you like to go on a walk with me?” She asks, voice uncharacteristically fragile. You smile as you stand up with your drink.
“I’d love to.”
LIGHTSVERSE MASTERLIST
I finally figured out the links thing and feel like a born again idiot lmao. I’ll try and keep this updated as it progresses!
PART 1
https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/637540536742543360/lights-part-1
PART 2
https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/637560034518302720/lights-part-2
PART 3
https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/639353903581888512/lights-part-3
PART 4
https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/670139166780260352/lights-part-4
Lights Part 4
"You sure you want to come over tonight?" You ask as you facetime Polypa, she's somewhere downtown shopping with Boldir. The two of them hadn't told you for what but you have a feelings its for you.
"Of course. You're making spaghetti aren't you?" She asks as she glances off screen to where you can hear Boldir talking with a shop attendant.
"Yeah, figured it was a good night to stay in. Maybe watch some Netflix."
"That sounds great... Maybe we can watch Buzzfeed Unsolved too..." Boldir speaks up, face briefly appearing. She's giving you a more gentle smile and you know it has to do with the fact you'd nearly had an anxiety attack the last time the three of you had all hung out. It makes you want to squirm. Instead you glance over to check if the pot of water is boiling yet.
"Yeah. That sounds good." You agree absently. In the living room you can hear the weather forecast calling for more rain. It'd been going on steadily for two days now, a light drizzle that wouldn't let up. Usually you enjoyed the rain but tonight was calling for a sudden turn in the weather- a proper thunderstorm. They might not be able to go home if it gets truly bad.
"Do you want us to wait?" Polypa asks after a moment of silence as she walks. Her expression is understanding and open. The fact she's been so patient with you as of late causes your stomach to drop in nervousness at the thought. She wouldn't bat an eye if you told her you just wanted space.
But you don't. You want to spend time with your friends. Have dinner and watch whatever random thing catches your interests as the night goes on. But at the same time you aren't sure how you're gonna take the storm mixed with the fact that the two olive bloods will be trapped with you for the night. Swallowing those feelings down you give her a smile.
"Nah. We need to finish up Blood Battle Blockade anyway don't we?"
"True... I've heard the ending is really good."
"So have I."
The silence returns as the water finally boils and you pour in the noodles. You can hear Boldir and Polypa talking to each other as they keep you on facetime. The soothing background noise letting you relax as you set the timer. It was truly just one of those molasses slow days. A haze of lethargy falling over everything. You prop your phone on the jar of tomato sauce so you can still see what they're up to as you chop garlic. They're outside now, huddled under an umbrella as they walk. You'd only taken your eyes off your phone for a moment when you hear Polypa curse and Boldir suck in a breath. Glancing up you can see the way Polypa has pulled the phone closer to herself, only able to see her chin and her coat. The hair on the back of your neck raises as Polypa speaks to someone you can't see. You stand there frozen straining to hear the other person. "Who are you talking to Polypa?"
The knife clatters onto the chopping board as you suck in a panicked breath. You aren't ready to see anyone else. Not today. Not right now. You miss Polypa's reply as he takes her phone. You can't get your body to move, rooted to the spot as a new face comes into view. Teal eyes go wide behind his glasses and you watch him suck in a surprised breath.
"Give that back Tegiri!" Boldir snaps and you watch the camera blur as she obviously wrestles him for it.
"What is going on? You found them?" He sounds so hurt as he speaks but the guilt hardly registers over the overwhelming terror.
Teals talk.
Boldir's face comes into view, then Polypa's, then Tegiri's as they fight over the phone the camera as blurred as your thoughts. Your hands shake as you fumble for your own phone. Pressing end call you sink down onto the floor. They'll know. They'll know and they'll look for you and then they'll be at your door and- the shrill beep of the timer interrupts your spiral and you jump to turn it off. You aren't ready but the universe does not care about that. Straining the noodles you put them back in the pot and add the tomato sauce. You have to stop thinking about that. You need a distraction. Something else to focus on other than the sense of dread.
When you set the table its for a dinner of four. You sincerely hope that's all there will be tonight.
No oliveblood was relevant in the gameplay trailer, this is an act of leophobia and I will not stand this bigotry!!!
