hello my lovelies :)
i was thinking of writing a little winter lost boys fanfic about marko that would be inspired by my boyfriend, who recently became my ex.. but! despite that i think i’m gonna still go with the story cuz marko is so precious and i rlly like the feel of the fic so far
here’s a little description and sneak peek at what’s to come :P
“peppermint” ~ marko x reader
As the winter season blossoms and people all over Santa Carla begin to prepare for the holiday celebrations, you find yourself walking amongst nectarous lovers all alone. It dawns on you that you have no one to cuddle with during the seasonal movies, and no one to bring underneath the mistletoe, and even no one to kiss on New Year’s… You decide to get a peppermint hot chocolate to help ease the loneliness that holidays seem to being, but little do you realize a certain charming vampire has an appetite for peppermint as well as adorable and lonesome people~
The cool night air nestled beneath your clothing, disrupting the warmth of your layers. The summer heat was long gone, the flocks of tourists having left long ago.
People still roamed the boardwalk, the place still buzzed with noise. You watched as pairs of lovers held hands and looked so cute with one another- a couple goth girls sharing a tender kiss by the water, a punk boy holding hands with a preppy girl, old lovers bickering softly about knitted scarfs. It made you ache, seeing all the love in the air, and knowing you had no one to share this Christmas with.
But, you took a deep breath and made your way to one of the lonely stands, one that sold warm drinks and a few bits of sugary food.
“One peppermint hot chocolate, please,” you said to the employee, rustling in your pockets for some change.
“Make that two.” You heard an unfamiliar voice behind you.
You turned around, wondering who was intruding on your order. If they were about to make you pay for-
Oh.
Oh shit.
You found yourself gawking at an adorable, handsome boy. He had a mop of messy blond curly hair on his head, the kind of hair that looked nice to run your fingers through. His skin was fair, though the darkness of the night shadowed some of his features- but you could still tell he looked quite attractive. His eyes were a shade of blue that felt somehow both comforting and icy. Despite the cold winter night he wore a white crop top, paired with a beautiful patchwork jacket, and a pair of dark blue jeans underneath some leather pants.
He offered some money to the employee, covering both his drink and your own. He flashed you a warm smile, that had a hint of mischief tucked away in the crevices, “I love peppermint- it’s such a… comforting flavor, don’t you think?”
You faltered, the frantic beating of your heart far too distracting for you to properly form a sentence. The stranger seemed to notice this, his smile turning into a smirk.
“It’s okay love, use your words~” He cooed.
thîr vain lín darn thûl nín. guren min gaim lín, a le uivelin. nínion ned i vened lîn, ach no allen i ngelu e-belain. harthon ad-govatham adh meleth. novaer nîn muin mellon.
your beautiful face took my breath away. my heart is in your hands, and i will always love you. i cry upon your leaving, but may the blessings of the valar be with you. i hope we will meet again with love. farewell my dear friend.
happy spring!
writing really is just googling synonyms. that's it. just a constant carousel of "I used this word two paragraphs ago, what is another word for this word"
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i keep meaning to rewrite an old fanfic of mine but it’s a few years old and i just keep cringing when i look at it but i’m too lazy to fully rewrite it AND the next chapter is gonna be gut-wrenching and if i want to write it well i need to be an absolute mess
my own little character strawberrie but she’s ready for the winter :P
was talking to my gf about my fear of dying young for being trans and my mom putting my deadname on my gravestone, and she said "i hope that never happens, but if it does, i will carve your name into your grave myself if i have to." and i think theres something extremely raw about that sentiment and trans community in general. you can kill only our bodies, but you cant kill transsexuality
guys i missed it :( i missed one of the few days of the year that i’m visible.. my essence is fading.. it was nice knowing you guys
yo, if i write a story about two lesbian witches trying to just live there lives as teens, how many of you lovely people would be interested??
they/he/she/xemhiya my names daisy :)can be found on ao3 @WoodlandStars13have a lovely rest of your day! make sure to drink some water plz and thanks
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