#[ marco is speaking / ooc. ]

[austerulous]

me: I will factor in how much engagement a character receives into whether I rank them primary, secondary or request only.

also me: Anri has only two(?) threads but her primary status will be prised out of my cold, dead hands. 😤

[serpcnt]

Lovett called the police and filed a report on you.

@killaers what

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Nicknames/petnames op characters like to call you PART TWO

Also suggestive warning for Ace, Marco, Izou

I don't care if law's is ooc btw he deserves to be sickly cute sometimes and yk we kinda saw how he can be when he loves something with that whole sora thing in wano so yeah I'm saying he can be affectionate as a treat.

Anyways here's like all the faves who are not strawhats:

Ace

Baby, sweetheart, pretty thing. Always says them in either the most flirty tone imaginable or the softest. Also he's like flirting with you 24/7 it's so bad but he jist can't turn it off around you like he's so down bad. 100% says heinous filthy shit but tacks on a cute nickname at the end to try and make it sound less intense. It does not work.

OBSESSED with you calling him love or my man and finds it ridiculously attractive. The first time it happened he set his bed on fire by accident and you both got lectured by pops :(. But seriously he just loves any and all verbal affirmation so naturally he adores nicknames. Doesn't get shy at all though, if anything reciprocating his chaotic behaviour makes it 10x worse.

Marco

Love/my love. Sweet and simple and he likes how clear it is to other people. He uses it a ridiculous amount though to be honest like you hear it more than your own name, it's to the point where if he says your name people on the ship don't know who he's talking about😭. Oh and he uses baby when he wants to tease you, like he drops his voice real low, leans really close into your space and speaks right next to your ear. Bit of a bastard tbh.

He blushes easily but doesn't shy away, in fact being called a nickname in return really makes him feel confident and puts him in the mood for affection. Though sometimes the nicknames make him feel...too affectionate. One time you called him pretty bird as a joke and he just sorta sat there, face getting gradually redder until you leaned towards him out of concern, at which point he promptly yanked you onto his lap and started what was one of your most intense make outs to date. Yk, casual things.

Thatch

Cutie, sweet thing, pretty thing. So so gentle with you and it reflects in how he speaks to you as well, even if he's upset or angry he still calls you the sweetest things because you're so precious to him. Though he's also a menace, if he finds out you like a specific petname then he starts discretely whispering it in your ear whenever he passes you to wind you up. Literally he doesn't care if you're having a serious conversation, he'll just slide in behind you and drop his voice to sound like a nice gravelly tone and purposefully make sure to exhale on the back of your ear to make you shiver.

Oh but he can't handle if you do it back, no this man folds like a lawn chair the second you start calling him anything other than his name.

Izou

Darling, dear, lovely, blossom. So casually smooth its unbelievable, also he starts calling you them before you get together. Like after a certain point of friendship and flirting, he just starts doing and saying the most romantic shit(Definitely thinks you're together before you actually are) and the crew are very confused and you're very confused but as if you're gonna complain yk.

This man gets so flustered when you use nicknames with him because it's not behaviour he's used to. Obviously he's been a pirate for a long time but he's actually very reserved and rarely dates so having someone who genuinely cares about him calling something sweet makes him blush so hard and you use that to your fully advantage. He gets revenge later though don't worry.

Law

Love, lovely, pretty, honey, every flowery pet name you can think of. He's so soft with you. He can't help how sickly affectionate he feels around you and it results in him just calling you all sorts of sweet words. He won't do it in public if he thinks you'll be put in danger or if he doesn't feel comfortable but like in front of the crew and strawhats and stuff he doesn't give a fuck. He'll just come up behind you while you're in the middle of a conversation, hand sliding down your lower back, and say sumthin like "are you okay my love?"

Blushes to high heaven if you call him something cute back, he just melts like butter. If he's in a bad mood or like in an argument or something you only have to come up and say hi love and he's all :///))

Kidd

Babe to the public. My love, gorgeous, pretty baby when you're alone. It's not really that he doesn't want to call you those things in public, he just doesn't want enemies to understand how important you are to him but also he doesn't want to keep your relationship a secret because he's obsessed with you and wants to brag about being yours.

Makes him really cocky if you use petnames with him. Like he'll flush but get so overconfident the second you say love or baby or anything of the sort. He doesn't care where you are either, he's just hauling you into his space immediately so he kiss the fuck out of you.

[six-paths-of-jeanmarco]

You wanna talk about Reiner, Jean and Marco?

Okay, let's talk about Reiner, Jean and Marco. Buckle up, there's a lot to talk about.

Disclaimer: this is not an anti post to any character or ship, quite the opposite. Read the whole thing before you jump to conclusions, thanks :)

Well, yes and no. First and foremost, the background. Jean and the rest of the cadets, while each had a goal, were training to defend what they thought to be all that was left of the human species. For 100 years, the walls protected them, but they were no longer secure. The military was humanity's last hope of survival. With these unimaginably high stakes always looming over them, the cadets ought to have developed a complex bond that would be very hard to put into words. Let's just say they were something more than just siblings in arms, and you could tell that. Throughout the series, you never get the impression that Jean and the others truly wanted to kill RBA. It also explains why Marco questioned Reiner and Bert about their conversation before he even realized he's made a mistake.

However, we also have to remember this scene. This happened not long after Marco's death. Realistically speaking, I don't see how Jean wouldn't have harboured a healthy amount of hatred in his heart. But it never overcame him because his grief over losing Marco was much stronger than his hatred for those who caused it.

He won't get his answers from Annie, but he could get them from Reiner after they captured him in Shiganshina. He convinced Hange to not execute him due to a mix of the aforementioned bond and his need to understand what truly happened to Marco and what were the shifters' true goals. And of course, because preserving one's life, even an enemy's, is in Jean's nature.

There's so much to unpack here, but first, let's focus on the idea that "the people who killed Marco were the same as Jean himself", which is a false equivalence supported by other false equivalences.

There's RBA's mission to commit straight up genocide against Paradis, and the raid of Liberio or Eren's plan to steal the War Hammer, ensure that the world hates Paradis, and use his friends as his escape route. Sure, the Scouts could have chosen not to aid Eren, let him be captured, lose the Founding Titan, and allow Marley to destroy them once and for all. Not a hard choice at all, right? The only thing that those two events have in common is the fact that the shifters were responsible for almost all of the casualties. In fact, as a commanding officer, Jean did everything in his power to avoid civilian casualties in Liberio. He even failed to kill Falco and Pieck.

Then there's Marco's murder and the clash with the Yeagerists. All I'm going to say about the former at this point is that Reiner had other options to keep Marco from endangering their mission other than killing him. But fundamentally speaking, the two situations share nothing in common. The circumstances that led to them happening, the power dynamics between the parties involved, the stakes, and the context itself makes them practically unrelated. The alliance had to leave the island or the Rumbling would have ended the world. The Yeagerists gave them no choice other than to fight them. Saying that Reiner and Jean are "the same" it's like saying a killer who murdered their victim is just as bad as a survivor who killed their aggressor in self defense. The killer could've chosen not to commit murder, whereas the survivor didn't have a choice. In this case, the world is the victim while the Yeagerists are complicit for interfering with the only people that could stop the Rumbling. Of course, that doesn't mean Jean shouldn't have felt anything after he killed his former comrades, he'd be ooc.

In fact, these aren't just my thoughts. Some of these points are made by Isayama himself:

Notice how Yelena frames the raid as a nation wide attack? Except, that's not what it was at all. The Scouts only attacked the internment zone while Eren and Armin ravaged it and the port of Liberio respectively, two locations in one of the thousands of cities an empire as large as Marley must've had. And they did so to prevent Marley from gaining the means that would've allowed them to destroy Paradis. As for what Reiner and Annie did to the walls and their people, Yelena's accusations are hitting the nail.

These issues are never properly addressed in the following chapters. Instead, they were used to lay the foundations for the "we're the same" fallacious dialogue. Isayama didn't have to throw every single Scout in the same gray soup as the Warriors since they've already proven to be complex characters in the previous arcs. His own writing didn't support it. Imo, that's why he failed in this regard.

The campfire scene is a highlight, that one thing is true. It's extremely important for Jean and Marco's relationship. Marco wasn't just Jean's most significant person throughout the series (aside from his mom), he was also his most significant loss. A wound in his very being.

Not knowing what truly happened to Marco, what were his last moments, was an open wound on its own. When Reiner finally confessed, Jean had the closure he'd thought he'd never get. Now he could start the long process of healing - partially, because such pain never truly goes away. You just learn how to live with it, and Jean already has plenty of experience in that field. I think this is a very powerful message, important too. Grief is not something inherently bad. It's up to you what you do with. You either allow it to consume you, or you hold it tight, you cherish it as a sign that what you had was real, still is real, you let it shape you into a better person, one that understands pain and wishes for no one to have to go through something similar. Jean is the latter, ever the kind-hearted man.

This should have been Jean and Marco's intimate moment, but Reiner intruded on it with his self-pitying babbling. There are lines that mustn't be crossed. That's when Jean snapped and attacked him. He didn't do anything after he learned the truth, just told Reiner to shut up, which he didn't do.

There's a glaring difference between Jean's reaction and what Reiner did after Marco overheard his discussion with Bert, what he did after Marco begged him to talk it over, to talk with him. He executed him like an animal; worse than that, he betrayed him, crushed his soul, denied him any chance of survival, left him behind for the titan to finish the job.

Marco was kind, understanding, supportive, good-natured, bright, forgiving, a true leader worth following. He wanted to serve the king because that's how he thought he could serve his people best (this is clearly inspired by the relationship the people of Japan had with their emperor before he renounced his divine status). Yes, he was also wrong about some things he didn't have the chance to understand as one of the early deaths. But Marco represented something we should all strive to be: a good human being.

On the other hand, Reiner strived to be a hero. Someone who'd wipe out all the devils. Someone driven by selfish ideals that have been shaped by prejudice and hatred. Only a monster would kill someone like Marco. As I said earlier, he had other choices to deal with him. He already broke his legs, so Marco would've been entirely dependent on his help to survive. Reiner could've coerced him to keep quiet or else Bert would kill everyone with his shifter ability, or even force him to aid Annie with gathering intel in the inner walls. Reiner knew Marco wasn't stupid, he would've complied with his demands, if not to save himself, at least to prevent a disaster. And yet, Reiner still chose to murder him, a choice that only a monster could make, a choice that would ruin his mental health, a choice that would turn him into a shell of a man.

If there's one character that is bound to Marco by trauma and guilt, it's Reiner. He was no hero as his story was written with the blood of his many victims. Killing Marco forced Reiner realize he was the monster all along, not the people he was sent to exterminate. Not the people he didn't see as people. His trauma was so egregious because he couldn't face this monster that would murder someone like Marco, - and once he did - because he couldn't stand this monster that was he. Quite ironic to say that Marco symbolizes naivety while the hero that never was was falling apart as the realization of what he did started to kick in. Hard.

Combined with this realization, that choice would make him do the right thing in the end. To me, this was the whole point of Reiner's character arc. To stress the idea that a single choice fueled by hatred has an unmeasurable weight and only leads to unthinkable consequences. It's about doing the right thing after constantly doing the wrong thing. It's about showing that there is no us vs them and that the dehumanization of the Other only leads to mass destruction and self destruction. Change is not impossible as long as you keep moving forward and you give meaning to pain and guilt. Unless you stand for nothing, kill for nothing, and then die for nothing, like Bert did. A literal representation of the quote "Apathy is death". Or end up as self-centered as Annie, to the point where you'll unapologetically say you'd do it all again. Instead of saying you'd try to change your actions. But Reiner did change. He joined forces with Jean and the rest because he was finally able to see them as what they always were: human beings whose lives are just as precious as all the lives in the world. And that his own life might still be worth something. Reiner hurt Jean far too deep to fully reconciliate, but they were no longer divided by hatred.

Take away the impact Marco had on him and you'd do Reiner a great disservice.

Jean could've also chosen to do some things different. He could've returned to the camp and kill Reiner and Annie in their sleep. Cut off their heads and return back to Paradis as a hero, and finally have the quiet life that he wanted, but he didn't. Or he could've stayed in that forest for the rest of his life, to hell with everyone else, but he didn't. It wasn't because Marco's expectations had him on a leash.

Learning the truth about what happened to Marco, learning his final words made him realize that he became a man worth Marco's timely praise. And that man would never let resent, revenge, or retribution turn him into a monster. He is a man that always chooses to do the right thing because he strives against his own demons, and Marco is the person who helps him choose this life.

It's not trauma nor guilt that keeps Jean and Marco connected, it's love, be it platonic or romantic. How can it be anything else? Marco gave him this moment:

And before this, Marco told him he's cut out to be a leader. Marco told him "I'm alive because of you". Marco made him smile for real. Do you know how much of an impact just a few words of encouragement can have on a 15 years old boy with low self esteem and no real purpose in life? He'll never forget them for as long as he lives, especially if they're coming from someone who means a lot to him. How can you take something as meaningful as that and turn it into something ugly? Marco gave him clarity.

Marco's neither a blessing nor a curse. Especially not the latter. This is how Jean remembers him four years after he had found his lifeless corpse:

Of all his fallen comrades, Jean only sees him. This is the face that Jean turns to in his darkest hours. The eyes that look back at Jean are soulful, kind, sincere, comforting. Marco's facial expression is warm and tender. You wouldn't tell this was a 16 years old boy who had died a most gruesome death.

It matters too little they don't have cameras in Paradis, no picture could reproduce Marco's image with as much love as Jean's mind does. And it matters that much when you think about how much symbolism there is in aot. None of this is coincidental at all.

Jean always turns to Marco for hope, for strength, for solace, and to remind himself of his own kindness, that in a world as cruel as that of aot, there's still love and there's still light, if not outside, then within.

Marco's no curse, no blessing, no symbol, he is just a boy whose words and actions had a great impact on those around him, especially on his best friend (and dare I say, soulmate) who misses him dearly. He left his mark on the plot and themes of aot, whether you want to acknowledge that or not.

Edit: Forgot to add this (my drafts are a mess):

I do agree that Jean saving Reiner's life is important. No, they could never go back to being friends. Who'd be friends with their best friend's murderer? I'll say it again, Reiner hurt Jean far too deep for them to ever fully reconciliate. Besides, Jean himself stated that he could never forgive him for what he did. The logic is sadly not logic-ing with this one. But that doesn't mean he cannot see Reiner as a human being. The difference between Reiner and Jean is that Jean always saw everyone as people.

It's important because it shows how far Jean has come. It's important because it shows how much truth was in Marco's words right from the beginning. Jean is humanity's best - not because he is flawless, far from it, but because this flawed man will always find the strenght to do what's right. Because when good men go to war, they don't see sides, not really, they see the horrors of their actions.

In a way, aot is Jean's story. And Reiner's. And Marco's. I still have plenty of criticism for this series, but the web of complex relationships between these three characters is one of the things that Isayama did right.

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

MY FAVORITE FLAMINGO-CACTI HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?! I MISSED YOU! I HOPE YOU'RE TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF WELL! IF NOT I'M BURSTING THROUGH THE SCREEN FOR YOU! Okay, can I ask for a headcannon on how Marco would fall in love with someone on the crew? Like would he be in love with how they act or how they fight? Like have you seen 15 year old Marco? THAT GUY WAS ADORABLE!

Marco the Phoenix x GN!Reader

It's actually been a while since I've read or seen anything related to One Piece so I had to go back and re-watch things involving Marco since I always want to give a rather realistic scenario of the character. I don't do OOC stuff (no, I am not dragging other authors who do that. I'll still read their works and am happy with it, I just prefer to make my OWN stuff realistic)

Anyways, let's move on forward

Marco is not one for a quick-burn nor a slow-burn of a love story but rather, an evenly paced-burn. It wouldn't take him years nor days. Months to properly fall in love yet years to confess, that seems about right.

And he's obviously not one to fall in love with the superficial, although it is an added bonus.

He doesn't just fall in love with the way you act, neither the way you fight

Marco falls in love with the way you interact with the world.

Your honeyed words when speaking to people, the way you tend to sit in the middle of a crowded plaza, happily people-watching in silence. The way you're a cynic through and through yet enjoy romanticizing what can be romanticized, sometimes you're harsh with your words, other times poetic.

It's plain to see when the world has won the battle against you. But never the war, that you are determined to win. And he adores that about you.

He adores how you seem to fight with style (if that's even possible), your eyes in a slightly caving under the wight of their mischief. Your lips pursed to taunt and tease whilst you gracefully dance across the battlefield.

Thats not to say, you haven't had your clumsy moment in the heat of battle. Usually, you'll catch yourself in time, making it look as though nothing happened but you're humiliation will be plain to see (at least in his eyes). Your brow has a tendency of twitching when embarrassed.

He loves watching your interactions with the crew and Pops --- Whitebeard had taken you in upon finding your sickly body aboard some small boat drifting lost at see. Turns out, you had a illness eerily similar to his, or so, the ship's doctor said. Pops had immediately felt some kind of kin-ship and had opted to take you in

You were in a coma for until sometime, upon awaking the doctors and nurses struggled to hold you back --- so stubborn even when at the frailest of states. You demanded to see the Captain of the ship. And you did. You stood before the entire crew (they had been in a meeting) and Whitebeard, your gaze sharp as you profusely thanked him as well as scolded him for wasting such precious resources on you. You even yelled at the man, who had gone to protest your words, that you will simply ignore his words because you were just that stubborn. (you literally said that too!)

"You're stuck with me now, so don't even bother entertaining the idea of dropping me off on some island!"

The scene was absolutely hilarious but it was his first introduction to the type of person you were, the first time his heart lightly fluttered with something more.

After that day, he'd see you helping around the ship. You took to the crew like a fish took to water --- there was just this charm about you that drew people in.

And the fact that you wouldn't allow your illness to hold you back from exploring emotions, relationships, the world --- hell, he once scolded you for singing at the top of your lungs when you fell ill with pneumonia.

You were just that kind of person.

The sort who loved to bring joy to other people's hearts, even if that meant experiencing a little pain on your part.

And in return for all these things you've been making him feel, he'll reward you with subtle touches. Marco is more of an acts of services and subtly physical affections. Hands on the small of your back as they guide through a crowded room, him both reserving a seat during meal-time while also having already grabbed you a plate of your favorite foods before they could run out, standing in front of you to block out the hot sun, reminding you to drink water after a hard day's work, neatening your strays after having had the wind blow your hairs.

To Marco, actions speak louder than words. (The other Division Commanders definitely noticed it but surprisingly kept their mouths shut, except for Pops)

Whenever Whitebeard caught you and Marco within his field of vision, instantly he'd make a comment about how he couldn't wait for the day you got married, hoping that it'd be on his ship and with a specific blonde in mind. But that's one of his more subtle hints. His more bold ones were a bit more crude --- whenever Marco spoke to you, Pops would cry out for you guys to get a room. Amongst others things.

Pops expects a grandchild soon and the baby better resemble a pineapple

To be honest, for all the jagged edges of your persona, you readily turned into a teddy bear when you deemed it necessary. And by jagged edges, Marco refers to your various attempts of shying away when people get a little too close to you.

He noticed how great displays of emotions seem to scare you away; however, he loved how you would subtly adapt to these types of situations. When someone cried in your presence, you'd lightly caress them before looking for someone who could more effectively comfort them. Or when Ace gets a little over excited, a word or two and he'll be running in the direction of a possible victim with your guidance.

You're like him --- mellowed out.

A quiet day sitting where the wind could catch you just right was all it took for you to consider it a good day. Just like him.

It seems like you realized this because not long after, he found you constantly seeking out his presence. It started with you approaching him for some medical supplies or treatments for minor wounds, which soon ended up with you hanging about his office, reading a book. Just overall content to be in his presence.

There also came a time where you felt as though you were pestering him with your preference for his presence. So you took it upon yourself to put a stop to it. Opting to avoid seeking him out so much. For a whole week everyone, who knew whim well, could plainly see his irritation.

For the first time, he found himself hating one particular aspect about you --- your non-confrontational nature.

You were good for confronting injustices, stupidity, amongst others. But emotions? Nah.

It took Thatch luring you into the kitchen with the promise of dessert for him to corner you into your worst nightmare. The confrontation of feelings.

Had the situation not been heavy with tension, he'd have laughed at the comically horrified look on your face as you ate your dessert.

You could seriously be cute at the worst of moments.

But shit, this was you we're talking about. Beautifully stubborn you.

It took him all night to pry your walls down, and even then he still hadn't gotten to the core of your. So he used his secret weapon.

He confessed.

You quite literally fell out of the chair.

After that, the two of you obviously ended up together. Well, at least, after you worked out some of your traumas. Either way, let's just say that when the two of you made it officially, groans and cheers from the crew could be heard around as bags of money were passed around. With Pop's earning most of the bags as he grinned smugly.

It took you guys a year and a half to finally get together.

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(A/N): You're too sweet and undeserving of my sudden abandonment, cries out of guilt. NGL I saw this in my inbox when you sent it out and it both brought me so much joy and so much guilt 😭

Hope you enjoyed!

[ridingtorohan]

── "Can't stop or I'm going to be late!"

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HCs= bullet points head canons. Scenarios= stories.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎ATTACK ON TITAN/SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN

Gen/Multi * hc: most likely to give petnames

Annie Leonhardt, Bertholdt Hoover, Reiner Braun * hc: subtle ways they know reader * hc: reacting to marco's ex or sibling befriending/romancing them

Mikasa Ackerman * scenario: you agree to run a kissing booth. Mikasa disagrees. * scenario: (NSFW) Mikasa knows how to take care of fem!reader * hc: Mikasa dating a short s/o

Titan Shifters (Zeke, Lara, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Eren, Armin, Cadet Ymir, Porco, Pieck, Falco) * hc: reacting to your platonic/romantic attraction to them ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎ASSASSIN'S CREED

Desmond Miles * scenario: (16+) After the AC3, your group relocates to the Homestead. (Omegaverse)

Shay Patrick Cormac * scenario: Shay finds assassin!reader after you learn the unfortunate truth of who he is

Ezio Auditore da Firenze * scenario: it's just civilian!you, Ezio and a sleepy rooftop morning ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎MYSTIC MESSENGER

Rika Kim * scenario: having escaped Mint Eye, Rika comes to find you * scenario: Rika muses on whether she hates you or if you need salvation (character study) * scenario: you find it hard not to fall in love with Rika as you two stroll through the garden. its like willingly walking into darkness.

Rika + V (poly) * scenario: v, rika and reader live life away from the RFA at an orchard‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎SKYRIM

Aela the Huntress * scenario: hunting some silverhands with her ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

[daughterofhecata]

für das fic writer ask meme: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 12, 15 👀👀👀

[fic writer asks]

1.What's something you've written that you know is OOC and you just don't care?

Hmmm, I mean, I did wonder lately if it's not ooc for me to write Cotta as emotionally intelligent (especially with a traumatized Skinny) as I do, because. This man repeatedly yells at his favourite junior investigators/hits them with an absolutely unnecessary amount of sarcasm, sometimes for no reason other than his bad mood (Feuermond, arguably Nacht der Tiger) and idk if he would really find the right words for Skinny. (And on the other end of the spectrum - Cotta in Schwarze Flecken and Hinter verschlossenen Türen is also (intentionally) ooc, the Cotta we see in canon definitely would not be the type to abuse his authority for sexual favors.)

2. What's the most overrated thing you've written?

(just answered - one of my Peter/Bob ficlets)

3. Something you wish a commenter had called attention to, but got ignored.

(also already answered - the references to songs in Necessary Tragedies)

5. Something you hate to see in smut.

(also already answered)

6. Something you love to see in smut.

I'm always a big fan of age differences and power dynamics 🤷‍♂️ But also, I really, really love it, when the POV character just goes completely insane about the way their partner(s) look(s), doesn't even matter if I'd be into it personally, if it's really well written this is extremely hot anyway.

7. Something you hate to see in dialogue.

Genuinely can't think of anything specific right now. What I do hate (and this extends into canon particularly) is Justus saying something fully reasonable, regular sentence lenght, no extremely unusual word choice, and another character (...usually Peter, I'm looking at you here, Marco) goes "can't you speak like a normal person?!"

8. Something you love to see in dialogue.

(already answered)

9. What's your fandom's most overused trope?

(already answered)

12. What writing rule do you refuse to break?

(already answered)

15. We all project onto our characters. Where has your personality or life choices leaked onto the page the most?

There are a lot of different fics where characters have gotten major parts of my own life/personality/etc, I absolutely can't say where it would be "most"

[cannotfly]

johanna bar.ker's rp plotting cheat sheet

mun name: darcy ooc contact: ims are okay, but i much prefer discord!

who the heck is my muse anyway:

johanna barker is the daughter of a killer and a lunatic, raised by a vulture. she is the glue that holds the narrative together. a rapunzel-like figure, she has been abused by her guardian ever since she was adopted. things have only gotten worse, however, since she was twelve she has been restricted to the house. after an incident that happened when she was fourteen, she was forced to inside her room. however, like the fairytale girl, she is clever in finding a way to escape. at the heart of the story, johanna is a survivor. while others around her are doomed by the narrative, she is doomed to live. now, she is the wife of a sailor. happy now...at least, she's determined to be.

points of interest:

it is nearly impossible to talk to johanna while is under the care of the judge. only the select few members of staff, turpin and occasionally, bamford are allowed to speak to her. the girl is a mystery to others in upper-middle-class london. unless your muse is a maid or one of these others canonical characters ( or anthony! ), they will not be able to speak to her.

she is a shy girl. socializing was taught to her, not something she learned. fingers are often twirling around stray curls or she is biting her lower lip. her voice is soft and polite and her mannerisms seem to be concealed to herself. but her stubbornness is apparent. johanna isn't afraid to stick up for loved ones. she is passionate about certain things such as birds and is keen to go on tangents at the slightest mention. of course, this ramble will be followed up with an apology.

while she is now a housewife, johanna doesn't really know the first thing about running this sort of household with no staff and no external help. she cannot cook and has just learned how to clean properly.

physically, she holds a very obvious beauty. long yellow curls and a pale face. however, upon further inspection, it is also obvious that johanna is rather sickly. your muse will not notice all of the bruises or most of her scars, but she is often sleep-deprived and very skinny.

what they’ve been up to recently:

nine months in an insane asylum. after refusing to marry her guardian and him finding out about her plans to elope with anthony, she was sent to fogg's asylum for lunatic women where she spent a total of nine long months there. this included nearly two months in the most abusive ward and a stint in the infirmary following events that happened there.

becoming a wife. it took three weeks for them to receive their government paperwork in the mail. during this time, she and anthony stayed in an inn on the outskirts of town where he could still access the docks for work. johanna was paid to assist two sisters in their soap-selling stand in a marketplace. after they were married, they moved to plymouth and rent a cottage. she is adjusting to her new life and new freedom as well as trying to put her trauma behind her.

where to find them:

night walks. these are common as johanna suffers from intense nightmares/night terrors and insomnia. she often walks along the coast.

plymouth! this is where she lives, after all! most of her in-laws settle around or in town, as well. the cottage is a little ways out of main street, but she is a wife and has wifely business to attend to.

paris. this was her dream place to visit. once she and anthony have enough saved, they get to go for a few nights and she still finds it as magical as she dreamed.

venice. no offense to paris, but this may be her favorite place she's ever been. there's nothing like san marco's. what other place in the world offers a ton of pigeons that just land on you?

bath. one of her in-laws live here and anthony is a family man! their visits are few and far between, however, johanna adores the city.

current plans:

see as much of the world as she can, make friends even though she's shy, be the best possible mother to her kids, become the Best WifeTM.

desired interactions:

members of staff at fogg's. maybe a nurse is more sympathetic. maybe a doctor whose a huge freaking jerk. a colleague of fogg himself who is studying. a reporter doing a story on how wonderful the conditions are. whether downright evil or slowly befriending johanna, i need this dynamic. this goes for both modern and historical backgrounds.

fellow sailor's wives. understand how scary it is to let your husband sail into the unknown. make blankets together. have little events and social gatherings. *also their sailor's!

in-laws. the hopes are a strong line...and a wide one. whether a cousin, you married into it, or they don't remember why you show up to family reunions, they will welcome you with open arms. johanna is still adjusting to this part of her new life. who knew families could be so loving?

the barkers/the averleys. speaking of family, benjamin and lucy had them too! canonically, she doesn't know any relatives but in modern verse, she is aware of them. reach out to johanna, try to make a connection, invite her to lucy's funeral, etc. i can't promise she'll try very hard back as she is Struggling, however, it does mean a lot to her.

single parent friends. or not single, but fellow parent friends! this is specifically for her single mother verse. she needs friends who understand what she's going through. let their kids have playdates and for the parents to sip tea together and have a chat.

everyone in hawkins. fellow teenagers in the church choir or enemies or teachers and all those in-between. does your muse figure out that she's pregnant before graduating and use it against her? or do they want to meet the baby? were they kinda friends in childhood? are they in the same class together? are you a librarian and have noticed that she's come in an awful lot lately? or even a friend that she makes once she escapes from hawkins? stress the girl out more or be a saving grace!

fellow victors. for t.hg verse! are you on your way to the capitol on your victory tour or are you a seasoned mentor whose seen it all? district four is a career district, what about her neighbors in victor's village?

good citizens of the capitol. turpin's old friends or acquaintances. the ones she's desperately trying to avoid whenever she's in the capitol but they always seem to find her. former and current stylists who've worked on her. there are plenty of people who congratulate her after she wins. plenty of people who are still in the capitol.

others in panem. fellow folks in district thirteen, fellow nurses in thirteen or patients in the med bay, mentees, fellow tributes, former neighbors in district four, friends of anthony in four, the few surviving descendants or those who are covey themselves ( this is part of johanna's ancestry ), people who knew benjamin and lucy, etc.

offered interactions:

buy soap from her. when she's still near london and a few years post canon. johanna eventually learns how to make soap. she begins selling it shortly after as a sort of passion project.

need a sock mended? a ribbon adjusted? a button sewed back on your shirt? johanna loves to get out her needle and thread. she often repairs things for anthony's friends and other sailors passing through. depending on who you are, it might come at a coast, but always a reasonable one. she doesn't have all the time in the world!

one note: despite johanna's background in medicine, i'm not particularly interested in threads where your muse shows up to her needing medical care. she's not that kind of doctor. she works with children and what could be considered more "secretarial" things are a large part of her job. she isn't putting pressure on wounds and telling your muse not to die on her! unless of course, we've plotted something out beforehand or we are writing in her panem or g.rishaverse aus.

current open post/s:

i don't do a ton of opens, sorry! i find it much easier to write starters for people i've plotted with beforehand <3

anything else?:

if you are a fellow history-background muse, i would love to plop johanna into your time period! this is what i will do by default. i love history and exploring different eras! if you would prefer to stick to johanna's default post-canon timeline, let me know!

i do note write threads with horror themes. i do not consider s.weeney t.odd to be in the genre of horror ( a meta i shall write...someday ) and i am a wuss. it's not my thing!

i love to yap. i love to giggle. i love to talk your ear off about my canon. i love to hear about your muse and their canon! please come to me at any time! whether you want to plot or talk about your muses, you are more than welcome! mutuals are encouraged to ask for my discord!

[iinmortales]

MARCO HOLT starter call!

[iiryoku]

I have come to realize, I have a strong weakness for slender men.

[oddyssea]

OK BUT YOU GUYS–––this is prime Karter mood

[austerulous]

Okay! So I have dropped Gwynevere / Rosaria and Marco Bodt for the time being. There wasn’t room for everyone on my carrd and these two didn’t have any active threads. I’ve also tweaked my character tiers so it looks like this:

› ANNIE LEONHARDT – primary

› ANRI OF ASTORA – primary

› ODESSA ‘DEZ’ STONE / JUNKER QUEEN – primary

› FARKAS – secondary

› LADY MARIA – secondary

› LORD’S BLADE CIARAN – secondary

› MARY READ / JAMES KIDD – secondary

› HORACE THE HUSHED – request only

› MEI-LING ZHOU – request only

[serpcnt]

[ STARTER CALL. ]

[obiyolo]

If you were in a store you'd be 50% off.

HEY SAVE THE HALF AND HALF JOKES FOR THE BNHA KID AND RNE DEAD SNK KID

[bepis-the-blown]

((Some balloon peeps reference pics! Ana’s wearing ballet shoes, I can’t draw ballet shoes so that’s as good as they’re gonna get.

Francine has gloves now. Why not.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG!))

[eiacez]

~ fluff, modern au, ooc marco(?), (this is lame)

~ wc: 1.8k

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“What is it this time?!” You whisper yelled to yourself, on the way to your door to accommodate the person who is knocking on your door.

This was the third time and it was just one in the afternoon.

The other two were earlier in the morning; first was at seven causing you to wake up, and the second was at nine. Both are just done to annoy you. In the morning. Yesterday night you told yourself you’d have a peaceful day off tomorrow. But that tomorrow became a nuisance.

Just as you were about to open the door, the person knocked again three times. And it effectively pissed you off now. Once you opened the door, you were met with a person who has that shit-eating grin. Oh how you hate that.

“What do you want, landlord?”

“Nothing, Miss. Just received a complaint from the apartment below you that you kept on stomping and it definitely didn’t bother them-yoi.” Marco, your landlord, crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame.

“Wha– I am not even making any noises! What are you on about, Marco? This is your third visit today! Tell me!” On a serious note, you weren’t actually shouting, just raising your voice enough to let out your frustration.

“Ohoho, I didn’t know we’re now on a first name basis, (Y/N). And mind you, I only did these visits because of you-yoi. The first one is about you not properly taking out your trash, hence that large garbage bin out there was opened and a mess. And second is because your neighbor said,” he glances to his right, “that you were so loud last night, singing and screaming at whatever is on your tv-yoi.” He glances at your living room.

A snarky comment was about to leave your mouth but it just stays then dies down. While what he said are all somehow true (you’d never admit it fully) you can’t help but still think of cursing him for this. But what can you do? You’re just one of his tenants.

Your lips open and close, attempting to let out that comment. Marco notices it and just smirks, sighing and chuckling a bit at you.

“So, I suggest you keep down and be quiet here, or you can go out and let all your frustrations out, Miss 118.” He has that shit-eating grin again.

Miss 118, because your unit number is 118. If you’re thinking that this is a huge apartment building, it’s really not. This landlord of yours just started with 100 up until 151, that’s why.

“Whatever, land lord.” You say those words separately and with emphasis, gritting your teeth and staring him down. Rationally speaking, if this were some other landlords, your ass would’ve been kicked out long ago. For Marco’s case.. not really.

He turns around and laughs, raising his hand for goodbye. “You can get all pissy with me, Miss 118, but I ain’t really gonna be phased-yoi.” With that, he’s out of your sight. No way in hell you’re gonna be following him with your eyes while walking out.

You closed the door with a huff and repeated whispers of ’patience.’ After composing yourself, you’re back to your earlier mood and will now continue online shopping.

Weeks after that, it was a miracle that you followed through with being quiet and just going out to be loud without disturbing any neighbors. Seriously, the man next door should not even live there. He’s what, forty-three? He looks like he can own a Victorian model of a house!

Well, whatever.

Your landlord that lives in unit 100—on the top floor—wonders why he hasn’t gotten any complaints from anyone regarding you yet.

It wasn’t that he’s expecting from all those knocks that there’s a new complainant. Not really, no. He’s just really wondering why you haven’t been causing troubles lately.

It was a miracle, but not for long.

You come home drunk from a friend’s party that just had to make you taste all kinds of alcohol he has from his home. And there, you wondered greatly why your Victorian-like neighbor was there.

Shanks, your friend, invited you to celebrate his other friend’s achievement. You could care less, what’s important is booze. So there, you got drunk and partied to your heart’s content again. For the third time that week. Man, Shanks’ habit is growing on you, and yes, by the time you reach fifty, you’re thinking that you’re gonna be having an illness.

Clumsily walking through your door, you smile like an idiot to yourself while removing your shoes. Going to the living room, you see your tv. And that indicates a bad thing, actually.

Like what that means, that midnight, you turned the tv and opened Youtube. And that was the start of your second party for the day, and the start for your concert. At almost two in the morning.

When you woke up, it was in the afternoon, a not-so-likeable head and back aches. As best as you can, you tried and sobered yourself up. Took a shower, cleaned up your living room, and opened your phone to see Shanks’ appreciation for you going to the party.

Though here comes the fun police now. Once you sent your reply to Shanks, someone knocked on your door.

Weeks. Weeks of no noisy shenanigans have gone by. Of course you didn’t remember any certain someone. So you stand and open the door with a small smile, expecting someone but not this kind of someone.

“Hey! Did ya miss me-yoi? It’s been weeks, Miss 118!” That shit-eating grin.

“Yeah, definitely, landlord. What’re you here for?” You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

“Just wanna ask, did you know that you’ve become so popular here-yoi?” Oh shit.

You almost grimaced. “No..?”

“Funny, ’coz yesterday, people thought that there was an artist from this very floor, at this very door-yoi! Have a guess as to why?” He mimics your crossed arms.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I was drunk, got crazy, alcohol had me, and you know the rest. Sorry, okay?” Now you’re nervous. Kind of.

“You know what, Miss 118? I think I need to–”

Panic. “No– no! Don’t even continue!” You wave your hands in front. “I promise you, that won’t happen ever again, Marco! I seriously do!” You even put your hand up. “Just don’t.. don’t say whatever you were about to say, please…” You grimace.

“Say what? That–”

“No–”

“What do you mean no–”

“Don’t say it–”

“I’m asking, what–”

“Don’t tell me to move out of here, Marco!”

You cut him off with a shout. An abrupt one that made him widen his eyes for a second. He then looked at you with that angry face. Your body is close to him because you stepped forward in anger, and his head is pulled back slightly.

Realizing what you did, it was like you snapped out and straightened yourself, stepping backward and composing yourself. Heated cheeks due to embarrassment. Yup, you might be kicked out now.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” You almost fidget in your place but you put your hands behind you to instead fiddle with them.

Marco still stared at you, your unexpected outburst still shocking him. Though he isn’t angry nor thinking of what you thought he meant to say. And then he smirks again, clearing his throat and straightening himself.

“You really thought I was gonna say that, (Y/N)? Don’t you know me-yoi?”

Your eyes widened. “Was that not…?”

“No. I was about to suggest for you to move out here and up the floors, near my floor apartment-yoi. So I can keep you in check, even if you promised not to do all those again.” He put his hands in his pants pocket, shrugging his shoulders off.

“What?”

“If that’s okay with you. You still had the last decision-yoi.”

On the same floor with Marco? Well shit.

“I don’t think…” You hold on the door frame.

“Okay, whatever-yoi. It’s just my suggestion. Well, just keep your promise, I don’t want anyone in my building to leave.” With that, he left.

You stay stuck on your door, thinking back to your outburst that was literally out of hand. Even though Marco is an acquaintance, he’s still your landlord. Even if he’s chill, he’s still your landlord. And god, you yelled at him! Who on earth would do that?

It was more awful when you realized that your neighbors must’ve heard that. Ugh, talk about disrespect.

Stuck in your messy land of thoughts, you didn’t notice someone waving in front of you. They look at you with a little bit of confusion but mostly amusement.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hey, you there-yoi?”

It was like you went into a short circuit. Your eyes became blurry because it had crossed—that always happens when you are zoning out.

When you felt a hand on your shoulder, that’s what snapped you out of your reverie. Then you looked at the person with a jolt.

“Marco? Are you here to take back what you said?”

“What? No!” He chuckled.

“Then what? I’m sorry again.”

“We’re past that. Forget it-yoo.” He then scratches at his hand. “I was thinking, that maybe I could invite you to dinner later?”

“Dinner?” Your mouth agape.

“Yeah. If it’s okay with you.”

Your landlord? Asking you to dinner? Is this what you think it is?

You almost went into a short circuit again but he held on to your shoulder again, seemingly caught on that you’d go back to that state again.

“It’s nothing really–”

“Is this a date?” Little by little, you start to smile at him, seeing his face lighten up and had that tinge of red.

“If you want to call it that, then yeah-yoi.”

Not convincing enough.

“Hmm, but what will you call it then? I’ll only agree if you name it.” You crossed your arms,now fully smiling.

He blinked a few times, contemplating on what to say. But by just staring at your face, he only has one thing in mind.

“Can we go out on a dinner date later?” At that, he smiled too.

“That’s more like it! I’ll wait for you here!”

You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then you’re off to look for an outfit.

You didn’t even bother to close the door, so Marco closed it with a shake of his head. With a smile.

The landlord finally made a move and asked out his favorite tenant. If only Marco’s brothers were present at the moment, he would be teased to no end.

– eiacez