#good shit from raccooon again

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Laughing my ass off cause like trans marco

Ok so ace realizes quickly Marco doesn’t have a dick but whatever not his business, however when they start dating he immediately jumps to the conclusion (bird=cloaca) and starts doing research for sexy times and shit

Of course this all comes to a head when they finally get in bed and marco yells “deeper” only for ace to stop and start scolding him like. “Babe I’m not gonna cause you pain”

The conversation that follows is one of the weirdest marco has ever experienced.

Marco - babe I don’t have a cloaca, I’m just transgender. I have a cunt

Ace - how was I supposed to know!

Marco - I walk around shirtless all the time! my tits are the size of your head!

Ace - I thought you just had really big pecs!

I AM SCREEAAAMING, I JUST GOT HOME FROM WORK YOU CAN'T THROW THIS AT ME I'M NOT MENTALLY PREPARED

marco running around with an open shirt as a distraction tactic and boy does it work *really* well (too well sometimes, newer members of the whitebeards end up in the infirmary with nose bleeds that don't stop and then get worse because marco fucking works in there with his tits out too, the nurses have nothing on him)

Ace is absolutely guilty of a few nosebleeds that he discreetly burns away before Marco can notice (he totally notices, it's cute)

the cloaca making a comeback!!! give this man a hole!!!

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SCREECHING AND HOWLING!

holy fucking shit you're a madlad, insane, I love you

this is beauitful and amazing and I cannot fucking BELIEVE this is for something I'm writing!!!fdsihujdashuijfd

thank you soosososososo much

A cover page for @apphiarothowrites and their fantastic series on a03

I started this when rotho mentioned Marcos fruit awakening and that there would be consequences. And to celebrate their new chapter I finished it!

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*Staggers through the door* I-I can explain

Another Marcora because I can

Ok this whole premise is a side story to another story I am attempting to write but essentially it’s about marco who is 18ish attending night school to finish his diploma because he’s been in and out of the hospital with multiple issues primarily ehlers- danlos syndrome and brain cancer (our boy has been going through it fr)

Back to the story marco is in night school hoping to finish up his education without having to deal with more people than he has to. This is where he meets Cora a 21 yr old single dad who escaped a cult with his 2 year old son Law.

Both of them are horribly awkward in most social situations, but they bond over comic books and being the biggest dorks in the known universe.

Anyway I need them to kiss and I’m not sure how to get there

Thoughts?

they meet in the cancer ward-marco's finishing up treatment and law's about halfway through his, meet-cute when Cora asks for directions to a new treatment room and Marco knows exactly where it is

their mutual favorite comic is sora warrior of the sea ofc and they bond over crack theories in between issues

marco asks cora out for dinner on his last day of treatment, even invites law along and he isn't sure if he means for it to be a date but it totally is and law tells them that if they're gunna kiss they have to do it where he can't see because kissing is gross (much to their mutual horror and amusement)

cora helps marco study and marco picks up minor slack looking after law when cora's running errands (and law likes watching Thatch's knifework in the kitchen, probably not the healthiest habit for a toddler but nobody's getting hurt and law is a quick learner of the kitchen rules)

so cuuuuuuute

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I’m back again bitch! Time travel time!

“Ace, he’s married.”

Three words but they knock the wind right out of his sails. Izou gives a sympathetic smile and rubs his shoulder. Aces vision starts to blur and he furiously wipes at his eyes, of course, why did he even think…

“Oh honey.” Soft hands and a yukata that smells of sandalwood embrace him, holding him tight as he bawls like a baby. Over someone who had never been his in the first place.

It’s rough for the first bit and it had taken a lot of gentle bullying, long nights of sleeplessness and more than one crying session for Ace to not exactly stop being in love but at the very least accepting the love was one sided.

And of course marco had eventually found out, which had lead to Ace trying to throw himself off the ship multiple times until the older man had cornered him in his cabin. He had ignored all of aces pleas on ‘forget about it’ and ‘really I’m ok it’s just a crush’ and ‘I will go through the window! Don’t think I won’t!’

And he had just hugged him. It was weirdly un awkward for how awkward it should be, the hug was warm and full of love. (Just not that kind of love) and is of not to leave anything to chance marco told him directly “I love you” and kissed his forehead. And for once Ace didn’t doubt the man’s words.

Time went on, things got better. Sometimes ace did catch himself looking a little too longingly but kept those moments to himself. Things for the most part settled down.

Then Marco got a letter, everyone knew he got a letter because a crow had flown right into the mess hall and planted it on his head. It did not help that Marcos entire face had lit up at the sight and he immediately ran from the mess clutching the letter like a maiden getting post from her solider.

Marcos husband was coming to visit.

Marcos husband was coming to visit.

Oh no

Ace wasn’t exactly scared, marco knew about his crush and was fine with it. So there’s no reason that his husband would be all in a tiff right? And his husband seemed like a decent guy from what he could hear, lover of bad jokes, would do anything for marco. Kind of an idiot.

But then again thatch jokes all the time about his jealous husband, often sitting himself in Marco’s lap before going ‘don’t tell your husband, he’ll set something on fire again.’

So ace wasn’t worried but maybe concerned and Jesus when was this guy gonna get here?

A week before Marcos birthday, a loud cheer erupted from deck and pulled ace from a groggy slumber. He emerged on deck, still in his boxers because fuck proprietary he was up till 4am on watch. Just in time to see marco swept off his feet and into a very deep kiss by a tall handsome man.

Ace blinked and then the man was in front of him holding out his hand “names russett!” He laughed “but just call me Russ.”

Ace stared at him, Russ was tall maybe an inch shorter than Marco. Scruffy beard. Dark red wavy hair that piled up into a messy knot on his head. Gold glinting from his ears. An open floral shirt hinted at some sort of scarring on his chest.

“Ace.”

Russ’s face did a complicated thing before his eyes softened and he took the younger man’s hand “nice to meet you Ace.”

3 months later Ace dies on the battlefield in his brothers arms.

The last thing he thinks about is Russ and the night he asked if his hopeless crush would ever go away.

Grey eyes had turned pensive. “You’ll love him even after death.”

Ace dies

Minutes later he opens his eyes back up to see marco checking him over for injuries. “We pulled you out of the water, how the fuck did you get burns of all things?”

Ace mumbles a non response because why does marco look so young? And where is the fight? Unfortunately blue flames light up around his torso (fuck akainu) and darkness claims ace once more.

It takes him a couple waking and subsequent fainting sessions to figure it out.

White beard looking far healthier than ace had ever seen him asks his name.

Ace gives his best roguish grin “Russett, but you can call me Russ.”

Additional notes

- Ace stares at Marco, he remembered the man mentioned having a “promiscuous youth.” But goddam, he nearly walked into a pole when he spotted the gold bars on the others chest. Not to mention the hair, which he had only known as close cropped and shaved. Now it seems to be in a different style and length every week. (Later Marco discloses that his hair grows incredibly fast and the short cut was simply most efficient) but for now Ace watches a ponytail sway with sash covered hips.

- the scars are still there, the ones he got in his first life. Especially the one on his chest. Luckily or maybe unluckily the scarring on his back has taken out any trace of his previous tattoo.

- he meets Roger, he remembers this remembers Russ telling him a bout the father he only got to meet “after it was too late” and realizing that his father maybe wasn’t all that awful. And Roger really isn’t that awful, the way he acts around the two cabin boys… Roger would’ve been a really good dad..

- he meets rouge who is nothing like he expected at all, loud, obnoxious. With a wicked smile. She is a lot like luffy honestly. She sees his freckles and immediately claims him as a long lost cousin

- he also meets dragon?!? Who should not be considered the most dangerous man in the world. Ace has to stifle a laugh as a mere child started cussing him out in rapid northern before hauling him away by the cloak.

(He sees dragon again once more, this time smiling dancing with a handsome woman who seems endeared and exasperated by the man’s antics)

- Russ has no devil fruit, but somehow he is very good at setting stuff on fire

- ace/russ becomes a wanderer, home base sphinx. He is mostly like a cat that does what he wants.

Marco is 22 Ace is 20,

On Marcos 23 he gets a coaster to add to his collection

24 he gets a letter and a kiss

25 he gets ace in his bed holding a strategically coaster (that covers nothing at all)

26 he gets a ring

- shanks hates Russ (not really) but he jealous that marco married another red head over him

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I did toy with the idea of Russ deciding to adopt the asl in second rendition, but this is already so long. So you decide

I also toyed with this being Marcora but.. I wanted Marace to grow old together so no sexy clowns

Russ defo checks in on Dawn Island. He realizes exactly what's going on, but even so he's selfish. A closed loop this may be, but that doesn't mean he can't tweak what he can.

I'm so in love with this concept. This might get written. It's going in the idea doc

[apphiarothowrites]

Ahem *taps mic* hi it’s been awhile

When Marco was 14 fresh into puberty and with the grace and elegance of a new born giraffe. Rakuyo seeing the kids self esteem at an all time low decides to take him to a fortune teller.

A love fortune teller to be precise. The teller in question is no one of real consequence. Her readings are accurate as the concept of astrology. The only real consequence of this whole adventure is that marco becomes quite the romantic, after being told he is destined to have a prince ask for his hand.

Now this statement may or may not be true but to a 14 year old who looks a tad odd and hasn’t quite grown into his feet. It’s a rather nice thought to have. So Marco gets his fortune read, Rakuyo gets to be a brother and they stop for soba on the way back to the moby. So a good day all in all.

Now unbeknownst to Rakuyo that little session saved marco quite a bit of grief as the teenager would not fully grow into his looks until his late twenties. (Something that would still bother him greatly, even with the fortune) but even having the idea that one day a “prince” would ask for his hand, ask him to be theirs entirely. Was a bandaid (perhaps not the healthiest but you work with what you got) so marco grew, laughed off jokes, kissed people in dim rooms and did many other things (that were far less hygienic in dark alleyways.) Avoided most mirrors and did his best to bury negative thoughts under paperwork.

His parent visits in the fall of his 31st birthday. Pops swoons over the flowers they present to him before snatching marco away for the day. “You are quiet dove.” They remark, a ring laden finger tracing the teacups rim. Marco opens his mouth and closes it, biting his lip. His parent waits as he sips at the lukewarm tea. “I-“ he flounders again. His parent takes his free hand olive skin clashing with his darker tone. “You are not ugly dove.” They say.

Marco gives a humorless chuckle “I think you’re obligated to say that Ada.”

“Marco.” Their voice is firm, “do you think I am ugly?”

“No.” And it’s the truth his parent couldn’t ever be ugly, hooded lids and thick lips, thick red scars cover both cheeks paired with hauntingly blue eyes. “It’s just-“ and how can he say it? ‘I look like the best parts of you but somehow they came out wrong on me’

They sigh, “you spend too much time listening.”

“It’s good to listen.”

“Yes but you must also talk, dove.” They squeeze his hand. “Come with me to the north.”

“What why?” Marco wasn’t even born in the north despite his parent being born there.

“You spend too much time on that boat, you must use those wings to fly.”

Unfortunately for marco his parent is if nothing else very good at arguing and winning the argument. He leaves 3 days later his father giving him a hug and his parent a kiss on the cheek.

The north is… loud, that’s the first thought marco has. The wind howls constantly. His parent quickly rods him off his clothes (minus the sash) and dresses him in northern fashion. He pouts when they pull out a maroon jacket. “It brings out your eyes dove.” But wears it anyway. Despite the chaos he settles somewhat the island he currently resides is part of a chain. It’s called spider… something. He wasn’t paying too much attention. A year passes, he turns 32 and celebrates with his parent dancing at a festival. Halfway through he expresses his concerns about the amount of staring. His parent laughs “dove you are the most handsome man these drunks have ever seen, relax. Go dance.”

All in all it is a very good birthday.

A week before his departure. (The moby called apparently they are not as adept at paperwork as he is) marco flies through the snow. He couldn’t tell you what he was expecting when he landed. It certainly wasn’t a man wearing a gaudy feather coat

It certainly wasn’t a man wearing a gaudy feather coat and bleeding out from multiple bullet wounds. A pink hat slipped from the man’s head revealing a shock of platinum blonde hair. Marco isn’t sure when he moved or what he said (he assumes it was some version of ‘are you ok’) but by the slack jawed expression in the blondes face it could’ve been an incoherent mess. The man then smiled slumping further over the small treasure chest, a burnt out cigarette falling from his painted lips. “Hey angel.” He slurred, “mind giving me a hand?”

I have nothing I can say, this is so fucking cute (and relatable, how'd you fucking manage to hit every one of my own personal insecurities with marco's self-image issues, hello awkward body type issues how are you today)

fihkjfndas

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More late night thoughts that I need to share

The whole reincarnation phoenix rebirth thing with marco (I read a real good fic bout it) but like instead of ya know important stuff going on you just have shanks showing up when marco is going through it (usually when he is in his teen days) and tries to convince him that they are married

Shanks “btw your married.”

Marco (the coltish teen who has just read his first romance) “really? I never thought.. who is it?”

Shanks “oh ya know.. yonko of the seas. Very powerful might I add… some might even say he is handsome.”

Marco “…no way I’d marry kaido, you sure it isn’t a yonkos child?”

Shanks “how did you? No not kaido, Me.”

Marco *stares at shanks*

Marco “I’d like a divorce.”

omg, yes

like marco could halfway believe it because shanks has, (un)fortunately, been a fixture in his personal fantasies about romance and lust a few times

but shanks is NOT smooth or suave (at first)

becomes a running joke that marco eventually picks up on as he gets his shit figured out every time, but as time goes on and his memories start coming back from his previous times living and dying marco starts to wonder if shanks really does carry a torch for him

might lead to him giving shanks a shot, might just lead to him riding shanks once and then going "oh dude, there's no way, you have way too many ambitions for me"

depends on how smoothly shanks can lie about the one piece

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If your still doing the wip asks

I’d like to ask about httb specifically I want to know about my girl Darla, what’s going on with her? How’s she doing? (What’s her story arc)

Lol, I'll give you some stuff but I'm not gunna spoil her overall arc and journey

Well, she's going to survive Marineford just like most everybody else we love and adore. Her story arc can be best summed up as: how does one change the skillset that they've refined their entire life up until this point? How can you change what you've spent your life making yourself into, to something else that better fits the world that you've somehow mis-interpreted the nature of?

You're probably wondering "wait, but Darla fits the OP world perfectly, how can this be??"

Well. She *does* fit the pirate life perfect. But...what if, for reasons that will become clear after the Marineford arc, she can no longer live the rambling and roaming and fight-anybody-who-looks-at-me-funny life she had with the Whitebeards? She is still physically able, she still has her moral center, she still has contact with her important people, but there is something coming that will force her to make a choice.

The choice will be: continue to ramble and roam and fight and live free like a pirate, or willingly bind herself to one location for an indeterminable period of time. The two choices she will be faced with both fit her sense of morality and duty perfectly, they both are appealing for different reasons. One choice is comfortable, familiar, and easier to make-but the cost of making it means she will be out of touch with certain aspects of the world that she desperately wants to keep up with. The other choice is unfamiliar, uncomfortable, and will require her to change things about herself she doesn't know how to change but it will allow her to remain "in the loop" so to speak.

So...how do you change yourself? Why should you change yourself?

Something I really like exploring with HBTB is the question of loyalty. "How far does loyalty go? when does duty stop being a conscious choice one makes and instead is a compulsion you've ingrained in yourself? What makes someone worth being loyal to, and how far does that loyalty really go? Is it generational? Should it be generational? What makes someone, or some thing, so worth your time and effort and blood, sweat, and tears that you are willing to change yourself into something you don't recognize in order to better serve them/it?"

Darla is getting one aspect of that exploration and she's wonderful. I guess I can spoil this: her arc will not involve any permanent damage to her, but will ask the question "can one "damage" oneself, if the "damage" done is how you are able to change into what you need to be?"

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Modern MAS Musician Au ]

this has been poking my brain, will I ever write it who knows?

Ace Punk Rock; Machine gun Kelly- very mainstream and adored for his music

Sabo alternative punk; YUNGBLUD - less mainstream but very popular in the UK and with lgbt/marginalized groups

Now Ace and Sabo have collaborated and have some.. feelings but that ain't gonna be looked at too closely cause both of them are focused on their careers. Anyway they end up getting contacted by Whitebeard records (a huge deal, Edward newgate was known as the father of rock for a reason)

SO they come in and are met by Newgate himself, Basically the deal is they are to collaborate in a album to re-launch Di-Angels Return.

Now for those who don't Know Di-angel or for those who were fans Marci Diangelo was a HUGE deal back in the day. Like Joan Jett mixed with Lady gaga. The woman was the beginning of the punk rock scene, aggressively making out with both genders for paparazzi and generally being an absolute menace. Ace and Sabo of course say yes, (Sabo was inspired to start his own music career by her and Ace just thinks she's neat.)

Anyway the day comes where they are supposed to meet Her, Di- Angel, Marci and of course Sabo is kinda fanboying and Ace may or may not be very jealous cause come on, she was hot back in the day but she's in her 40s now. Instead of the busty blonde who once screamed into the microphone about flying away. They are met with a blonde man in a leather jacket.

"Uhm, excuse me?" Ace wants to be irritated but damn the guy is smokin hot. "We were supposed to be meeting Di-angel here."

The man blinks sleepy blue eyes, "yeah, I know."

Sabo bites his lip eye twitching, "You- Marci, we are meeting with Marci Diangelo, the singer."

The blonde man sticks a cig in his mouth, the corner quirking up. "Just said, I know. But you obviously are a bit behind the times." The man stands towering over both of them, "I go by Marco now, call me Marci again and I'll send you both through the door got it?"

Oh shit, fuck yeah, this is GOOD SHIT right here raccooon.

Ever since Pops suggested relaunching Di-Angel, Marco's been nothing but a roll of anxiety in human skin. While their family was fairly accepting, and the punk-rock community as a whole generaly was too, the larger scene is...well. Not quite the same. With most of the people of Marco's generation reacting across the entire spectrum from acceptance to hard rejection, Marco honestly didn't think it would be a good idea.

Yes, his voice and range dropped by a few octaves. Yes his old favorite dresses didn't fit the same any more (not that he wanted to put on most of them any more, just the shiny leather number but he had to get it tailored for the new dimension of his chest and hips). Yes, he's different now and that difference is something that he's gotten shit for from people he thought were friends and something that people he thought hated him were supportive of. It's been a roller coaster of strangeness and that was before Pops suggested relaunching his music career.

He left music because he knew the reactions would be. Mixed. once things got off the ground for his transition. Music never left him-Pops has multiple videos of him humming melodies and tapping beats from doctors' offices and one in a hospital bed-but the scene? He assumed the scene left him well behind.

Then Pops came to him with this insane idea and told him that these two young pups, rising stars and rough diamonds the both of them, were jumping and chomping at the bit. Marco didn't know what to think. He told Pops he'd reserve judgement until they met, but even then the hotcold churning in his stomach of anxiety was steadily eating his confidence of this whole thing working.

Then he meets them and despite the fact that neither of them knew who he was now, they were adorably eager just as Pops said. And, just as Pops said, they're talented if a bit raw. Unrefined, somehow. Both have a similar feel-rough voices in a slightly high medium range, but what really grabs Marco's attention is that they both actually play. Something that's fallen out of fashion in newer bands, that their lead vocalists know what to do with a guitar in hand, they both pick up an axe during the experimental jam session and they aren't too bad either. They know classic riffs and stings, whole lead lines from classic and punk rock staples.

Then something of a miracle happens. Ace picks up a bass and smacks out a fairly simple beat on 5, jumping octaves, and Sabo picks up Marco's old stage piece and. Oh.

That's the lead and bass of "I Feel Fine" and Marco's nothing if not a perfectionist for the classics. He grabs the mic they rigged up for his studio, coughs to clear his throat, and-

Ace does something to the bass beat, a lick or two to change things juuuuust a little and Sabo slips a few 16th and 32nd notes here and there, little twangs to change the key down a half step and suddenly its not The Beatles any more, it's something a little rougher, a little less refined, it's something from the back alleys of a queer bar that Marco used to dress butch for where he got called a good man for the first time. It's like being in love, if love were a dirty suckerpunch and a cigarette after-if love was two men who might not always be men-if love was a little less straight.

That ends up being the second song on the album a year later, a fucking Beatles cover that rockets them right to the top of the charts in multiple countries and forces Marco back into the spotlight no matter how much he tries pushing the younger stars forward and blames them for the majority of their sound. Three vocalists who trade off is definitely strange, especially since Marco is....well, not 'Marci' any more.

But it works, somehow Pops' insane idea doesn't explode in their faces, and if there's maybe a little charged something that happens in the limo ride home from their first awards show, something that's been building for months and months over heated eye contact and falling asleep on each other in the studio and appreciative whistling during the set and costume set-up of music videos, well.

That's their business and nobody else's. And if that charged something results in Ace stumbling down into Marco's kitchen in the middle of the night only to scream at Thatch who's in the tradition of making Marco breakfast after award shoes (started before Di-Angel and 'Marci' ever got big), who then screams right back at him which draws both Sabo and Marco down to see what the goddamn noise is about. Well.

That's also their business and nobody else's. (yes Thatch even you, get the fuck out of my kitchen, goddamn-yoi)

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cyber punk au

Ace is a delivery guy or something; nothing bad he just wants to keep his head down. Make sure his family is safe. Anyway one night he ends up taking a package to a penthouse. Not a problem, rich assholes usually tip pretty well. But instead of a party he stumbles across a crime scene.

Client is dead on the floor, standing above is a a man covered in black clothes, a helmet with glowing blue eyes, the Phoenix. The Phoenix, a ghost story. They were someone once, the story has changed so many times no one knows the truth. A man saw his family murdered in front of his eyes, a child who escaped government experiments. A beast wearing the skin of a human, lying in wait. They say the Phoenix was a hero once, but now only graces dark alleys as a bounty hunter.

Ace is terrified of course, because no one sees the Phoenix and lives, so he books it. Calls 911 and everything, police come find the body. No one thinks Ace saw the actual Phoenix, probably just a copy cat.

Anyway a few days later Ace meets someone at a bar. The man is tall and funny covered in hundreds of tattoos and the bluest eyes. His name is Marco, and Ace is just the tiniest bit in love.

(The Phoenix uses huge curved blades along the arms, like wings)

good shit raccooon, good shit good shit good shit

Marco's getting too old for the work any more. Pops' health is bad and getting worse, there's younger people on the scene who do it better with less witnesses. Hell he's trained a few of those kids himself by now.

The latest mishap was a matter of bad luck. Marco had been late to the kill and the whole thing was sloppy. The cherry on top was the witness himself: some young nobody with the prettiest eyes he's ever seen, terrified out of his mind. Marco can't fault him for running.

It's definitely a sign to retire if he's ever seen one.

It's also definitely a sign of something when, the night his family throws his retirement party (low key, chilled out vibe in a bar run by a friend of the family), he meets the witness again.

And fuck, not only does he still have the prettiest eyes Marco's ever seen he's also got the most gorgeous scatter of freckles over his face and the smoothest voice he's ever heard. He's fucked and he knows it. The tats hide the seams where his cybernetic prosthesis blades are folded and tucked away into his arms, synth skin hiding the glow of power lines from his chest to various parts of his body where his other prosthetics are. He's never been more grateful to his sister for talking him into getting the stuff made to hide it all than when this idiot kid asks to buy him a drink.

He does make sure to punch Thatch, playfully, in the arm later for wolf-whistling at them when he catches the kid literally cornering him for a kiss.