#markael
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HI! i asked if yall would be interested in me doing a dtiys and yall said yes so i have delivered!
rules are simple, just redraw this in your style and tag me in it so i can see :-3 you can change some stuff up if you want to too idrc. really i just want the artists in this fandom to come out of the woodwork and have some fun (and also get people to draw my favorite stupid ship while doing it LOL)
(🐉🌺🎨 summer commissions are open! come browse my site if you're interested!)
#the lost boys#michael emerson#the lost boys marko#markael#dtiys#draw this in your style#my art#fanart#2023#finished#im gonna put that commission ad at the bottom of all my art posts for the summer sorry. i like having money#also the stains on markos pants and boots are like a bunch of blood (in addition to dirt around the rips) idk if it comes across well#but whatevah
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Ride or Die.
Catch me rockin' the scene, turning heads with my sizzling charm. They call me the smooth operator, blending hot moves with an ice-cool attitude. Cruisin' through life like it's a non-stop party, I bring the heat wherever I go. No stress, just good times and high fives. If cool had a name, it'd be Markael. So, buckle up, fam, 'cause this journey's gonna be lit!
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it always feels weird to me that mark is a normal name that isnt short for anything it feels like it should be sort for like. markael
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Give Me Markael Headcanons 🤲
Hee hee hee yessir >:-) (though it doesn’t have to be, this is generally set in a the boys live post movie setting, or at the very least an amiable post vampire reveal AU)
Things start, unsurprisingly, because Marko is bored
He’s craving someone to pick on and fuck with, and Michael presents the perfect opportunity to do so
Marko comments on his looks, his hair, teases him about his music and fashion tastes, even jumps on his back to mess up his hair or interrupt a conversation, and Michael responds with gruff annoyance or short comebacks, or a harsh shove away
It’s a push and pull kind of dynamic (sometimes literally), ranging from playful to genuinely rude, and it stays the status quo for several months
(Implied sexual content under cut)
Marko even goes after Michael without the boys around, pops up at his house and follows him around the boardwalk to get an early jump on that night’s round of torment
It’s absolutely excessive, and would drive anyone up the wall, but the strange thing is that after awhile, Michael starts reacting less and less, until he’s just absentmindedly nodding along while he does his own thing. He stops being bothered to a weird degree, almost like no one’s there, and that frustrates Marko
Because if he can’t get a rise out of Michael, what’s the point? Where’s the fun in it?
Eventually he gets so worked up that he bursts
“What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t just ignore me, Mikey. You can’t pretend I’m not talking, say something!”
And infuriatingly, incomprehensibly, Michael still maintains his cool. He quirks an eyebrow, shrugs, and says he doesn’t see what the big deal is. “I just stopped caring. I mean you’re not really an asshole,” he reasons, “so why should I be mad?”
And that… Marko doesn’t know how to respond to that. Because… what? He is an asshole. He definitely is. Right? He hasn’t been nice to Michael by any stretch of the imagination, so what the hell is he talking about?
When Marko fails to respond, Michael puts his hands in his pockets and goes to do his own thing on the boardwalk, leaving Marko behind thoroughly confused and even more frustrated than before
No one has ever responded to him like that. No one has just decided… not to go along with his game of cat and mouse, just brushed him off like it was the obvious choice, and he doesn’t know… why. It doesn’t make sense, and he doesn’t know why it’s so offputting
He’s quieter around Michael after that. He still seeks him out and follows him around, but instead of making the usual jabs he just… examines him
They sit on the beach together, and walk around town, and bum around in Michael’s front yard, and talk. Well, Michael’s really the only one that talks. Marko asks the questions, and then trails after him like a curious cat, listening to the answers
At first he’s trying to figure out the why from before, harder and more quizzical, but somewhere along the way that goal goes out of focus. The questions become less about solving something and more about hearing about Michael’s life, about hearing his voice, about seeing him every night
Eventually Marko starts tentatively asking things about his family, his parents, and there’s always this feeling of unfinished-ness hanging between them afterwards, this knowledge that Marko wants to say something too, but just never does. He listens instead, keeps his mouth shut, and listens
And that should be fine, he should be fine with that. Marko tells himself so, over and over. He chews on the loose threads of his glove and listens, focuses on the way Michael smiles when he talks about Sam or Lucy, or on how his voice deepens to something hard and unsteady when he talks about his dad. He tries to focus on Michael, even as something creeps under his skin, wriggles into his fingers and his legs, tense and expectant, edging on panic
This isn’t going to last, he realizes. It can’t. It’s been too long, too easy, that’s not how things work. Something is going to go wrong soon, Michael will get bored or angry or something
Marko stops being able to focus on what Michael says when they meet, too busy listening for a change in tone or topic, for a sign that the gentleness has run out
It’s going to. It has to. Gentleness never lasts for Marko
One night Michael pauses mid sentence and Marko stiffens. “Hey, do you—” he begins, and there, that’s it
Marko snaps into action, adrenaline spiking, and in the next second Michael’s lips are smashed against his own
There’s a moment where they stay suspended, where neither of them move and Marko knows his heart would stop if it was still beating, but then Michael melts into him with this sweet little sound and there are hands working under his jacket and—yes this is much more familiar, this is easy, Marko doesn’t have to think about this
He slips out of Michael’s room before sunrise, something heavy in the pit of his stomach that he tries desperately to ignore
They go on like that for awhile, no more talking, just touching, until one night Michael stops Marko before they can start and doesn’t let him continue
“Hey… what’s going on with you,” he asks, and there’s that gentleness again, that strange strange gentleness that Marko knows is earnest because that’s how Michael is. But why now why… here? Is this not good enough either?
If so what does Michael want?? He ignored Marko’s jabs and insults, he hung around with him seemingly without expecting anything in return for months, and now he’s not satisfied with something physical either. And Marko is dumbfounded
He leaves again, wordlessly, and tries to mull things over on his own, but he’s right back to the why, and he still can’t figure that out. It makes no sense
The others can see he’s worked up, Dwayne and David keep exchanging those glances, and Paul tries to reach out but Marko’s to snippy and tired to explain
That night he confronts Michael again, this time about all of… whatever they have right now, about what he wants, and it ends up just being a long, long, talk
Michael doesn’t want anything, as it turns out. Well, he wants Marko, but he doesn’t want him to be anything. He just likes him. Likes having him around, likes doing things with him
It’s a strange thing to hear
By the time they’re done, by the time they’ve talked through more than Marko thinks they have in the last year, the horizon is tinged red and there’s a new hole in the edge of his glove
Michael gets him too much, he thinks. They both have shitty parental experience, they both crave people and contact and belonging, sometimes to a destructive degree, and they’re both much too connected to their human lives to fully relate to any of the boys
That’s one of the bigger things. Even though Paul has technically been a vampire for less time than Marko, he still doesn’t have the same ties to his human life, doesn’t have the same baggage Marko does
With Michael Marko can actually talk about it. He gets it, he gets the grey areas and the gives and takes and the blurred lines, he gets that even if things sucked there’s still that want to go back to it, a need to keep it with you
Marko hasn’t had that in so long
It’s those spaces that are filled with each other that make their relationship, though, and that’s mutual. Michael grounds Marko, makes him slow down, remember, process, yes, but in return, Marko helps Michael let go
He drags him into races along the highway, teases him and flirts with him, kisses him in public and stands too close and casually touches him in ways that make him blush and sputter
Marko gives him an escape, gives him a place where he can forget his responsibilities for awhile and just have fun
They both provide balance for the other. Michael brings Marko back to himself, reminds him he’s not just Marko the vampire, that life isn’t all about adrenaline and parties, and Marko gets Michael out of his own head, reminds him he doesn’t always have to be perfect and responsible, doesn’t always have to be the big brother or the reliable son
There’s a giddiness to their relationship, innocent and recklessly cynical at the same time
Marko’s torment morphs into a love language, they get drunk and dress up in stolen clothes, break windows and lay on the beach with their feet in the water, howl on the highway and whisper against each other’s throats, excited for every moment no matter how fast or slow
That duality permeates every part of their relationship, it’s excitement spilling into closeness, sparks melting seamlessly back into embers, a mix of dark oranges and blues and reds
It’s a taste of newness that still feels familiar, and it’s exhilarating in its rightness, in it’s closeness, in its awkwardness, and in its gentleness
And, against all odds, it lasts this time
Headcanons masterpost
#I think I should also add a note here that Marko’s actions don’t line up w my hcs for his flirting style#and that’s because he didn’t know he wanted to flirt until he was too emotionally attatched#the fruit is talking again#the fruit is headcanoning again#the fruit is answering again#tlb#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#marko the lost boys#michael emerson#markael
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For Your Country
"The Orcs have taken city after city. The feel they have been left out of civilization, and for that, they will take their place," Markael began his speech.
He was an old man, he couldn't fight much anymore. But, he had more experience than anyone else, he was the only one fit to lead them in this trying time. Markael had survived as just a child when the pale men raided his country. He had survived yet again when his country fought back. The night the sun set as they called it. When his country went about freeing other nations from colonization he fought on the front lines. He had seen many battles across many lands. More than your average Orc. He had fought alongside them as well.
"The Orcs will be coming for us next. All of these politicians have told you that it is your job to die for your country. Whores for the dollar, that is what they all are. Never been warriors, just men who speak well with large bank accounts and brave ancestors. They don't know shit about shit, especially war," the soldiers lifted their glasses and cheered.
This would be their last night of joy before the Orcs came. None of them knew if they would survive, this would be the most brutal war that anyone had seen. The dark men as they had been called weren't like anything The Orcs had faced. Yes, they were exceptional warriors who excelled in many types of combat. They were also the only ones who allowed women into their ranks. The Orcs had never faced women on the battlefield, as they felt women were too frail to pose a threat. Those who use magic were not in a separate regimen than warriors, and each squad was matched with a healer. The plight these people had faced made them different, hardened, tough and strong. They had been controlled before. Many who survived those days of slavery still lived, the youth would die before going back to those days.
"It is not your job to die for your country, no matter what they tell you from their big houses and court rooms. Your job is to make them die for their country. If they truly love it, they will lie down their lives for it, if not they will flee. They want to come for our country, let them come. But they will not leave without scars. They say Orcs do not retreat, they are the irresistible force. We are the immovable object, we hold our ground no matter what. Soon we shall see what happens when we meet."
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Hey guys,
My dad, Markael Sr., passed away Wednesday night. Unfortunately, because it was so sudden, we didn’t have any life insurance set up for him. If you can, I’d really appreciate it if you could make a donation to help my family out. There isn’t much of us, so we’re trying as best as we can to give him a proper memorial.
Thank you in advance!
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Poderia dar dicas de uns nomes masculinos bonitos e diferentes? Obrigada.
❛ — OI, STARFISH! é claro que posso, coloquei-os depois do corte, pois talvez eu venha a atualizar com o tempo. alguns nomes eu retirei dos livros que li, mas não achei o significado. e que a força esteja com você, padawan!
ainsley — derivado de solitário, eremitério e floresta; escocês e inglês.
amos — realizado; hebraico.
arcturus — a estrela mais brilhante do hemisfério celestial norte; astronomia.
caelum — constelação mais fraca do céu sul, e o céu bíblico; astronomia e latino.
cassius — derivado de cassus: vazio, vão; romano e inglês.
comet — um objeto celestial consistindo de um núcleo de gelo e poeira e, quando perto do sol, uma “cauda” de gás e partículas de poeira apontando para longe do sol; astronomia.
conrad — corajoso, conselheiro; inglês e alemão.
cosmo — universo; inglês.
cygnus — derivado da palavra grega cisne, constelação que se encontra ao norte da via láctea; grego.
elion — o altíssimo deus.
fawn — jovem cervo; inglês.
fenrir — mitologia nórdica.
finnick — exigente, literatura.
gansey — retirado de the raven cycle.
gaston — convidado estranho; francês.
hans — pintor renascentista da alemanha, hans christian andersen, variante de johannes; alemão.
indigo — corante azul violáceo ou a cor; inglês raro.
kalle — homem, guerreiro ou exército, diminutivo de karl; sueco, finlandês.
lex — diminutivo de alexander, para defender, para ajudar; inglês.
lourenço — natural da cidade laurento; latim.
malcolm — personagem de shakespeare em ‘macbeth’; escocês e inglês.
markael — não encontrado.
oakley — clareira do carvalho, incerto.
odin — inspiração, raiva, frenesi; mitologia nórdica.
oisin — pequeno cervo; irlandês.
orion — luz dos céus, fronteira, limite; mitologia grega.
peeta — retirado de the hunger games.
perseus — para destruir, herói do olimpo; mitologia grega.
pluto — riqueza, foi considerado o menor planeta do sistema solar; astronomia, grego e romano.
raoul — conselho, lobo; italiano e francês.
regulus — príncipe, pequeno rei, estrela da constelação leão; romano.
rhysand — retirado de a court of thorns and roses.
sawyer — cortador de madeira; inglês.
tamlin — retirado de a court of thorns and roses.
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crop from my alt account
#the lost boys#the lost boys marko#markael#my art#fanart#2022#finished#its just a redraw of the money store album cover. but i didnt wanna put the michael half somewhere where minors could see#need to do more lineart i forgot this could be fun
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HE'S HERE. Markael Afton has been born
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Markael Forrest
FORREST, MARKAEL
Inmate ID#: 130251
Home Address City: AIKEN
Drivers Lic State:
Bio:
Sex: M Race: B Build:
Height: 5-6 Weight: 170 Hair: BLK Eyes: BRO Agency Arrest Date Released ADPS 11-18-2019
16:23 Weekender: NO
Offense: Charge: 59-025-0250 CONTEMPT
Case #: Disposition: Open
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I will finally start working on those niche tlb ship hcs tomorrow! But for now I sleep💖
#I’m excited to get into these Hee hee#on the roster we have 1. dwaynevid 2. David/Dwayne/Michael 3. markael and 4. dwaynepaul#if u guys want u can send a few more in but then I’m gonna close requests for now#the fruit is talking again
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You know you're too deep in fandom's when you start giving your friends ship names
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new transmasctits post
#the lost boys#the lost boys marko#michael emerson#markael#nsft#fuckiiiin i dont remember how i used to tag these. minors dni of course#drawing this is what made me remember how to color in a way i actually like which is comical to me#slay i guess
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Gonna start randomly referring to Mark as Markael in posts and. maybe five people will know wtf i'm talking about
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