#thank yoy inky

[littlemoondarling]

hate and desire and also ghost for your favourite guy of the moment.

I know I should probably answer this with Ezra since he's the one you're most familiar with buuuuuut.... have you considered Theodore? XD

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

Theodore despises anyone who looks at him as weaker or below, he hates when his femininity is used as a way to claim that he is any less of a man than anyone else

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

I think he just wants to be loved, it's cliche but there's a reason that it is. He wants to be wanted, to be more than a play thing, to be desired for more than just his body. Theodore would never admit this, he gave up on love a long time ago, he no longer wants to suffer from heartbreak or betrayal.

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

His past. His father, his warm eyes and gentle smiles, the way he always supported Theodore and encouraged him, he wants to be a great man like him. He's also haunted by the guilt, the guilt of being an small child who couldn't save his own dad, one that cried and screamed instead of fighting and doing everything he could. But what could an eight year old really do?

I FOUND THE QUESTIONS AGAIN OMG IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER

[carmenized-onions]

alright yo!! I gotta do this while it’s hot and fresh! I just read ch 11 and BRO, I didn’t know what was gonna happen cause I don’t think lmao but GOD was this ch soooooo good. (and yes good, i’m a it hurts so good type of BITCH so believe me when I say youve MASTERED THAT FUCKING GENRE AND I WOULD EAT YOUR WRITING IF I COULD 🥹🥹)

i could genuinely go on for days and days about how good— no fuck it, GREAT, your writing is but for times sake i’ll say this, it AMAZES me how fucking ughhhh, on the nail your writing is for each of these characters,,, like like richie??? oh you’ve got richie down!! and carmen (meanie carmen who hurt tony’s feelings and possibly broke her heart just now 🥹) i mean of course you got carmen down, but syd?? you both make her possible to envision saying and acting these ways while also showing her in this new light, a best friend type of light like how would she ride for the ones she loves type of light? and a i’m just a girlllll in the worldddddd with my bestie type of light like you ATE TS ALLLLLL THE WAY UP 😭

anyways i’ll give you my play by play notes i took while reading cause they speak for themselves lmao:

- fuckkkkk their writing is so fucking good

- they got richie’s character down so fucking OMG

- DONT YOY DARE SAY THAT TO RICHIE!!!

- and don’t you DARE say that to chippie!!!!!!! 😠🔪🔪

- how tf have they mastered the art of making not only real characters but REAL moving relationships in their writing and omg i’m gonna fucking cry bro

- also why’s tony’s character like me?? but also someone i want to be ?? but also someone i want to deeply tend and care for?? ugh the COMPLEXITIES 😭😭

- lowkey so much more interested in tony’s character and how it interacts with carmys (and truly everyone’s but syd n richie r my fav) versus his character on his own and its not cause his character writing isn’t good, MY GOD ITS IMMACULATE and feels so RIGHT but they really put their foot in the curation of tony’s character and world that im so HOOKED

- and don’t get me fucking sSTARTED on syd and tony’s relationship like????

- inky?????

- squid????

- we are just two girlssssss living in this worlddddd

- wowwwww i wish i had real life versions of richie n syd as my friends cause it’s giving we are girlbosses but also tender hearts club?? iykyk🤞🏽

- i would quite literally cry and die over this series a million times over and probably already do when i think about it but i wish i didn’t just finish that chapter cause i so so so SO selfishly NEED MOREEEEE 😖😖

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ANYWAYSSSSS this series is quite literally the cake frosting and cherry on top to my fucking life rn and your world building is so great i live in it even when it’s being built still and we’re all waiting for you to drop another one of your deliciously written chaps. i’m so grateful to have found this lil side of the internet you exist in and thank you for supplying us with this consistent dose of yumminess!!

thanks for listening to me absolutely YAP and just know if voice memos was a thing you’d probably be receiving 15 minutes worth of me yapping so count your blessings todayyyy!!!

ALSO ALSO PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE ADD ME TO THE TAG LIST 🥹🥹🫶🏽

luv uuuuuuuu n keep being great 💐

THANK YOU FOR SAYING I'VE MASTERED THE HURT GENRE-- I also like the hurt, I was worried i didn't get the hurty enough. I'm glad everyone went "i'm so hurt" after reading 10/11, I did hurty all of you. my bad.

This is just gonna be a lot of me saying thank you over and over, but THANK YOU! I try very hard to nail these characters. I think there's fully notes in my drafts saying "HE HAS TO DO THAT. IT'S GONNA FUCKING SUCK TO WRITE BUT IT'S WHAT HE'D DO SO HE HAS TO DO THAT" Everyone that thinks I'm a cool good writer would throw up if they saw what the draft looks like LMAO.

Syd's been very fun for me to write, because with Richie/Carmen I think in canon we've seen enough of them handling friendships/partners to understand how they work in those dynamics-- But Syd does not have girlfriends. Like that bitch has no one. I'm so broken about this. So envisioning how she'd work in that dynamic while still being herself has been very fun for me. Based on the way she acts in Season 3, I think I got it p down. She's a witty fun gworl who's also a bad bitch who also has anxiety. I love her.

IN YOUR NOTES, I REALLY AM SO HAPPY TO HEAR YOU WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT TONY IN THIS UNIVERSE. I really did stick my fucking foot in implementing her in everything lmao. She's SO carved in. Which I love-- Apparently Carmen hates that but i love. I could smooch tony so much better frfr.

Richie/Syd/Chip have been genuinely my favourite trio dynamic to write for. Everytime it's been Carmen/Syd/Chip he has a tendency to just shut the fuck up because he's very wallflowery-- I love that Richie will interject without even a percent of hesitation. I love my yapping father. I love how he just be talkin.

I HOPE YOU LIKED THE CHAPTER AFTER THIS ONE TOO!! Something to Do was a doozy and this next one is . i'm not gonna say anything except i. am . sorry....

AND ADDED TO THE TAGLIST YEEHAW THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME YOUR THOUGHTS IT MAKES MY GDANG DAY SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO GET TO RESPONDING !!!

[cyborg-franky]

C0mmissi0n

Thank you my lovely @rowan-rites for comissioning me to write my fave birb. Coms are still open

Marco x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 1,300 AU: Rapunzel-ish vibes

The phoenix had always been a curious creature, seeking out the highest heights, exploring every cave, mastering every sea, and searching every inch of the sky in search of what he truly wanted, a mate, someone to love and to hold. Share his treasures and adventures with them for as long as they lived.

Shimmering blues and dazzling golds danced in the breeze as a large mythical bird glided across the wide inky expanse of the evening sky, making the stars pale in comparison to its beauty as the feathers of teal licked with yellow flames, merging into gorgeous plumage.

Marco cast a lazy gaze across the world as he lowered himself in the sky, seeing a village hidden amongst the trees seeing the chimley smoke and the odd dot of light here and there as he descended just a little lower, looking for a clearing he could land, rest for the night, maybe grab something to eat.

Sharp talons opened and closed as the wind whistled through his feathers, lower and lower Marco slipped from the evening sky. Something that caught his eye, just in the corner, lurking, he almost missed it if not for the luminescence that broke through leaves in the forest.

He transformed into his hybrid form as sharp taloned feet skimmed across the grass, wings beating to slow himself down. The harpy, using the light of his glowing wings stepped past the thick trunks of the forest, his tails waving behind his body as he did so with a curious hmm as he approached a sturdy-looking home.

It had been hard to find, no one would have noticed it, he’d just had the advantage of being able to fly, this home clearly not meant for others to find. The winding ivy wrapped around it, the thick forest that encased the area. The entire feeling was one of do not enter, go away!

Marco tilted his head to the side as his half-lidded gaze examined the house. He waved his wings, dismissing his bird form completely, arms and legs of a human instead as he approached the home. 

Just as if he was a friend coming to visit he knocked on the solid oak door a few times, standing there with a hand on his hip and a lazy smile on his tired-looking face. There was no response from the owner of the fortified little cottage in the middle of the woods

He heard the shuffling of feet and the sound of something being knocked over, he chuckled at the sounds as he leaned against the wall, trying his luck the phoenix rapped his knuckles against the door once more.

“I know someones in there, I can hear you yoi.” he said, his voice holding a sing-song quality, no hint of a threat in his voice.

Maybe that was why you’d answered the door to him, the sense you could trust him and your overwhelming desire to speak to someone that wasn’t yourself, the birds that flew outside your window, and your own parent.

His smile grew when the door creaked and groaned as it opened, the light from the house spilled out into the dark night, casting a warm glow across the stranger, his floppy blond hair reminded you of a pineapple sprout and you couldn’t help your own grin as you took in the sight of the stranger.

“Evening, I was hoping you would open the door to me.” Marco stood up, a slight slouch in his posture as he rested a hand on his hip, looking you over to see what sort of person owned the tiny fortress in the thorns.

–

The stranger, Marco, was nice you’d decided as he sat across from you skipping the tea you’d made. He laughed at your jokes, such bright and joyful sound, a man with no worries, free as a bird in the sky, the opposite of yourself.

He’d been a pirate you’d discovered, in a lifetime many moons ago, the blue mark on his chest the only thing that remained of that life he told you about. He spoke of emperors of the oceans, a government that hated his kind. 

Marco’s stories included revolution, fighting for revenge, for honor, and for loves lost. He was such a warm and kind spirit for someone who’d lived longer than you could even imagine. 

 Another thing that had come up, the man sitting there, tired eyes and sly yet gentle smile, had an ancient power. For someone who had lost so much in the years that had stretched before him his smile never seemed to waver.

You spoke for hours, many cups of tea poured and a fair few snacks eaten between getting to know one another. You shared your own stories with the phoenix. Not half as vibrant and fulfilling as his tapestry of life. You explained your situation, what kept you tied to this place and he looked at you with sympathy, not pity.

His hand found yours across the table, holding it. Cool and comforting just like his demeanor. You liked Marco and as the sun started to rise above the trees you asked him to visit you again. He seemed taken aback as he opened the door to let himself out.

“You’d like to see me again yoi?” he asked, thin brows quirked.

“Yeah, would you come back?”

Puzzlement faded into a grin and a wink, agreeing to return another time.

–

The phoenix found himself longing to be with you, the further he flew the more his heart ached and Marco would always find his way back to you, your little comfy-looking prison amongst the trees, tucked away that even the stars barely knew you were there, but he knew and he would always be back.

Fondness grew into friendship with each passing visit, then love bloomed in his chest, his heart beat faster each time he waited with a bated breath for you to open that creaky old oak door to him. He dreamed of hearing your laughter when you were apart, he closed his eyes and he focused on your smile, how you held yourself.

Every cup of tea he made was never as good as the one you made him.

One summer night, the sun had retired from the sky above, the moon taking his place. Marco the phoenix confessed to you, his heart and soul laid bare as he stood there in the doorway. 

“I love you and I want to take you with me yoi,” he admitted, offering you his hand.

You took a breath, this was something you’d wanted to hear, you always hoped he would end up feeling the same way, and now, this moment, the handsome man with the long and tragic past, a history that would cause the books on your shelf to quiver at its boundlessness stood and poured his heart out. 

“I love you too and yes, I want that! I want to be free like you!” you blurted and felt tears welling up as he smiled wider, offering you his hand.

You knew what he was but had never seen it, only dreamed about his phoenix form but oh, the dreams could never live up to the reality. In a flurry of fire and feathers, blue engulfed his form before it pittered out, revealing the large majestic bird. 

The entire area was lit up, basked in his glow. You reached out to touch him, he lowered his head so you could graze tentative fingers over the blue feathers. The flames cool to the touch, feeling otherworldy as the flames intertwined with your reaching fingers.

“If you keep staring I’ll blush.” he joked and nudged you with his beak.

“Come on yoi!”

With that you climbed up on his back, watching as he spread his wings, you wanted to cry from how wondrous the man looked in his phoenix form. You held on tight as Marco took off, if you hadn’t cried just then you were certainly a sobbing mess now.

You’d never felt so free, you’d never felt so in love. Marco could feel it too, his heart was full once more. You both soared through the night sky, faster than any shooting star and twice as bright. Your soul sang along with Marco’s as you gripped harder and smiled wider than you ever have as you whispered ‘I love you’ and heard his voice return the sentiment.

[laws-hat-headcanons]

Hellooo! How are you?

For the winter event, could I request Marco and a fem!reader fluffy mistletoe?

Oooh thank you for writing for us ❤️

Hi @bast-s

Ah thank you for introducing me to Marco hell, I forgot how much I dont know about his character BUT after i had a nap i managed it and i hope you like it! Thanks for joining the event!! 🤍

Marco - Mistletoe - Fluff - Female Reader

Word Count: 468

Marco gave a tired yawn and rolled his shoulders. He rubbed his eyes, sore from staring at his patient logs for so long and glanced at the clock in his small study. 

“Half eleven, eh?” He muttered, pushing to his feet. He organised his papers into neat piles and turned for the door, ready to sleep. 

Just before he could open the door it was flung open by a flustered looking Name, her eyes wide, her face white and her nose and cheeks pink.

“Name, what’s wrong?” Marco asked immediately, stepping forward to take her face in his hands. He almost recoiled at how cold she was. “You’re freezing!”

To his surprise she grinned, her hands coming up to cover his. “Marco, it’s snowing! Come on!” 

And with that she turned, lacing her fingers with his before dragging him from the room. Marco had just enough time to snatch up his coat before he was pulled out into the cold night air.

Despite the late hour, the small village was uncharacteristically active, with children and adults alike gathering in the town square, coats and scarves thrown haphazardly over pyjamas. 

“Ah, look,” Name said as they came to a stop outside, pointing at the big fat snowflakes that were drifting down from the sky. “See! The first snow of the year!”

“So it is,” Marco noted, tipping his head back to watch the snow falling through the inky blackness. He blinked as one landed on his cheek, a pinpick of cold on his skin. He frowned and looked at Name.

“Name, why aren’t you wearing a coat?” He asked, stepping towards them to place a hand on their arm which was as cold as ice. “It’s too cold to be out here without a jacket.” 

Name pouted and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “I was just.. Excited.” She explained. 

Marco sighed.

“Well come here then,” He said, pulling her against his chest. “I can’t let you freeze to death, I’m a doctor you know-yoi.” 

Name smirked and leant back against him, pulling his jacket around her to stave off the cold. It was only when she felt the heat from his body that she realised how cold she really was. She shivered. 

“See, I told you, you’re freezing.” Marco sighed, moving his arms to shelter her more. 

“Mh, but.. I think this was worth it,” Name said, then tipped her head back to look at him, a grin on her face as the snow fell around them. “Although..” 

“Hm?” Marco looked down to see her smiling face and smirked. “What are you up to now-yoi?” 

Name grinned again and turned to face him, pushing up on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips. They stayed like that for a moment before she pulled away.

“Perfect!”

[astreetcarnamedwynn]

1 and 25?

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

I’ve written 4000 words of a Yuri on Ice True Blood AU with Yuuri as the Sookie character (waitress at Yutopia who can hear other people’s thoughts) and Viktor as a mix of Bill/Eric (vampire who’s returning to his former home, his estate in Bon Temps, Hasetsu). The plot was extending to a multi chapter epic, so I held off. I’ve also got my other YoI vampire AU (based off Buffy) to finish. I might still try to cut the True Blood AU down to an acceptable one shot because I really like what I’ve written so far.

I’ve also got ideas for some Voltron fics- an Aliens AU and a one shot about Keith learning that Lance is sleeping with everyone on the team except him (just sleeping, not sex)- but the show hasn’t quite taken hold of me to drag me away from YoI yet.

The biggest story I planned but never wrote was for the MCU, a Wintershock Terminator AU. It had two timelines- one present and one future- and (like most of my ideas) became this massive beast. I burned myself out with planning it, and then my attention slowly drifted to other fandoms.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

Here’s a bit from that True Blood AU that keeps me coming back to poke at it:

When Yuuri turns around, he understands why.

The man standing by the door is a vampire.

Calligraphy comes to mind as Yuuri stares, the man tall and clad in an impeccable black suit, his body an inky brushstroke elegant and poised. A shock of silver hair falls before one eye; the other shines like Arctic ice, blue and bright. The man’s already looking past Yuuri, finishing his sweep of the restaurant, of the patrons gawking at him and of the decor. He heads for the empty booth three down from the door. As he does, sound creeps back into the world around Yuuri, the buzz of conversation and the torrent of thought, rising in pitch and hysteria with each step the man takes.

And a bit from Sixty Impossible Things that I really like:

???: its yuri dumbass and you know exactly what i’m talking about

Yuuri blinks at that. For a split second he wonders if an angrier asshole version of himself from an alternate universe, someone who spelled their name wrong and snubbed his nose at basic rules of grammar, had somehow found a way to pester him while he tried to prevent, by studying, at least one aspect of his life from crumbling into utter ruin. Then the split second passes and Yuuri reins in the insanity long enough to venture a rational approach.

Yuuri: Yuri who?

Three seconds later his phone rings.

Thank you so much for asking! :D :D :D