* LOST BOY !

[cr0pvamp]

#CR0PVAMP writing blog for marko, a vampire character from joel schumacher's the lost boys. highly selective & private. minors dni. primarily runs on queue due to work schedule. loved by billie ( 33 . est. ) this blog will contain triggering content . 21+ preferred . minors do not interact . established 2018 . remade august 2024 .

 open starters./ headcanons / verses. / prompts. / board.

affiliated with; @fritemare , @pierprincess also found at: mapplethorpe. lennon. gareth. siobhan. gonzo. april.

INFO / STATS UNDERCUT.

01. first things first, i have been writing marko for a long time so a lot of my headcanons are of my own. i do take some stuff from interviews and what not but if you steal my headcanons, i'll know. i've had problems in the past with people stealing my headcanons & backstory. also, again, i know that my headcanons aren't necessarily fanon so if i step on any toes? i apologize but this my portrayal and i'm just trying to have a good time. :')

02. drama is not my thing. i avoid it in real life and you best believe i’m going to avoid it online, being that this is my hobby. i wont reblog callouts, but will read them. i’ll only reblog if the person is incredibly dangerous to make my followers be aware. no gross behavior with minor muses, either, thanks. don’t be transphobic, genderbend, whitewash, don’t be a racist asshole, don’t support n*zi imagery, don’t be a fucking dickhead. 

03. oooooh i do love shipping! though, i do prefer a little bit of plotting beforehand. i think it’s very important to build a relationship ooc as well. i’m more comfortable to ship if we talk a little ooc.

04. i’m billie! i’ve thirty three years old and i’ve been apart of the rpc since late 2010. i’m an old lady. i’ve been around the block a few times. i work full time overnight ( twelve hour shifts ) at hospital & i have a lot of social obligations so i’m primarily mobile. most of my replies will be posted by queue due to this. my reply speed is slow and whilst i post a lot of ooc posts while at work & what not, it may sometimes take me a few days or even weeks to reply to a thread. patience is key! this is something i do whenever i want to destress and have fun.

STATS

 GENERAL.

BIRTH NAME. markus alesandro stathakis   ALIAS(ES). marko.  AGE. 32 ( main verse ) // 62 ( current times ) eternally twenty.  DATE OF BIRTH. august 19th MARITAL STATUS. single. verse dependent.  SPECIES. vampire GENDER. cismale PREFERRED PRONOUNS. he/him, they/them ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. bisexual, preference for men  SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual, preference for men.  OCCUPATION. drug dealer, street based sex worker, criminal.

                                                                                                         PHYSICALITY.

HEIGHT. 5'7" BUILD. athletic, lean. in good shape. HAIR. blonde, curly. EYES. green. SCARS. large scar on chest and back from whenever he was staked. ABNORMALITIES. other than being undead? not a whole lot. TATTOOS.  stick and poke tattoos all over his body, mostly his thighs.  PHYSICAL AILMENTS. after getting staked, he has asthma like symptoms from his lung not healing correctly. ALLERGIES. sunlight, holy water, getting staked in the heart.

                                                                                                          HEADSPACE.

ALIGNMENT. chaotic neutral ( evil??? ) MYERS BRIGGS.   isfp FEARS. his past, losing the lost boys, getting staked. DISORDERS. autistic spectrum, intermittent explosive disorder  OTHERS.  n/a.

                                                                                                          BACKGROUND.

PLACE OF BIRTH. the bronx, new york city, new york.  CURRENT RESIDENCE. santa carla, california  RELIGION.  jewish  FAMILY.  mary beth “mary bee” johnson ( mother, no contact. ), belen stathakis ( father, not in the picture. ), cheri velasquez ( ex girlfriend, no contact. ), jamie velasquez ( son, no contact. never met. ) STATUS.  lower class

[cr0pvamp]

haven't forgotten this little shit. just trying to balance work & life thus failing at it.

[annabelle--cane]

[cr0pvamp]

cont. from ( x )

marko had never been patient ever in his eternal life. ( even whenever he was a street rat in new york city, he was impatient. ) he is very quick to speak his needs, his wants. in fact, he can't help but find kevin's nonchalance and teasing tone to be a little infuriating. ( though, marko is used to always getting what he wants. don't you know this? ) whenever kevin pulls him more into his lap, marko can't help but grind his hips down. he'll offer kevin a smile, a breathy laugh leaving him. "---....i don't know what gave you that idea." words are nearly purred as he grinds down on kevin's lap again. "but i do know that i can tell that you want it. can't hide what's in your pants, kevvy." // @troublesomecousin

[dsmvotion]

nobody has ever matched my freak and lived to tell the tale

[cr0pvamp]

@faultycoded sent in: "i feel like you’re trying to tell me what to do so i’m gonna do the opposite."

he'll simply raise his hands in a mock surrender as he takes a step or two back from the other man. hey, if anything, he was trying to warn the guy. ( well, fuck me then! last time i'm going to try to be a nice guy! )

"woah, woah, woah, kiddo." a scoff leaves him. "i'm just sayin' staying on the boardwalk after dark is a death sentence. even the homeless know that,"

[dontlookoverheredammit]

"Got one of those at home to match the Kiss The Cook apron I bought Dean a few months ago." Sarah shoots Marko a playful Stand Down look, the back and forth going on here just part of their routine. "Hate to break it to ya but those cheesy lines are never gonna work, M. I'm spoken for forever."

[cr0pvamp]

ah, dean. good ole' deano! yeah, he was fully aware of him but that didn't mean he wouldn't stop trying to put the moves on sarah. in fact, he felt like it was all in good fun at this point. he didn't mean any harm towards the woman nor her relationship. though, he couldn't help but still find it so fucking funny. "ah, come on now! forever? well, i'm around forever so if you ever get sick of deano, you know who to call," a playful wink before he points at something on the menu. "this omelet looks good,"

[troublesomecousin]

That was a fair assessment though Kevin hates to admit it. His brows furrow slightly, though the intensity of his expression fades as his face slowly begins to shift back to something a bit more human. This had been a bit easier for him than he would have thought, but surely that was a good thing? Maybe at long last he'd found what he was supposed to be. Free from the expectations of dull, human, existence and from his desire to be seen as someone worthwhile in the eyes of his family...he was a monster! It just made sense.

"Yeah...I get your point." Kevin hums, picking idly at the drying blood on his neck as he looks at Marko. Even knowing what he did about him now, Kevin can't help but think he's still angelic in a way. Sent down to come and find him and bestow a much needed gift...it certainly wasn't what Kevin had been expecting when they'd met at the bar. He'd just been in the mood to get off or get stabbed, but this was leagues better than any of that...well, maybe not the getting off bit, but it was real close. "S'pose this has just sorta been building up since...always I guess. But I'll be cleaner next time. I don't want to spend half my time washing blood stains out of my shirts."

[cr0pvamp]

whilst many people believe their vampire forms were disgusting, disturbing and monstrous---.... marko didn't see it as such. in fact, as kevin stares down at marko, he can't help but feel like he's the most beautiful creature he's ever laid his eyes upon. they shared similar traits, considering the fact that he was his sire, but kevin? kevin still had his own defining traits that made him different. ( but he was still his! all his! ) his expression stays neutral as he watches kevin carefully with hunter eyes, finally raising an eyebrow whenever he agreed with him.

"such a messy boy," he'll quickly run his tongue over his own thumb before he goes to wipe at the blood by the corner of his mouth. after he collects enough of it, he'll lick the drying blood off his thumb with a content hum. ( ah, yes. marko----....an angel of death. giving you the gift of immortality for only the price of---....feeding off the blood of living creatures. ) "we'll drop his body in the ocean. let the coast guards find it. that is---...if the sharks don't get to him first,"

[paralyziingfears]

[  ....  ]            david  always  had  the  most  fun  when  he  was  with  marko.  whether  that  be  hunting  for  the  group  or  just  partying  on  the  beach,  harassing  locals  or  snacking  on  the  tourists  that  were  stupid  enough  to  come  visit  santa  carla  after  being  deemed  the  murder  capital  of  the  world.  they  always  ventured  through  the  town  but  they'd  never  have  a  chance  to  venture  back  home.  still,  he  was  thankful  they  were  stupid  enough  to  continue  coming  to  their  town;  if  they  hadn't,  they'd  run  out  of  food!!  he  couldn't  hold  back  the  laughter  @cr0pvamp  evoked  from  his  words,  ❝  i'd  expect  nothing  less  ❞  he  teased  with  a  playful  tone.  david  gives  a  firm  pat  on  marko's  back  before  he  saunters  in  front  of  him  and  begins  to  lead  them  out  of  their  dank,  dark  cave.  when  he  emerges  from  the  cave,  david  takes  a  short  moment  to  soak  in  the  energy  and  light  from  the  moon  that  was  overhead,  shining  bright  in  the  sky;  their  own  little  sun.  he  hops  out  and  ventures  forward,  his  coat  draping  at  the  heels  of  his  feet.  he  turns  to  walk  backward  but  face  marko  as  he  speaks,  ❝  whatcha  in  the  mood  for,  marko  ?  i'm  in  a  good  mood  so  i'll  let  you  choose  where  we  dine  tonight  ...  ❞  he  asks  and  turns  back  around,  reaching  his  bike  and  mounting  it,  roaring  the  engine  to  life.

[cr0pvamp]

marko always did have fun with the boys but time with david was always something special. he couldn't put his finger on it, but he couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the notion. the fact that david, without much thought, had wanted to spend time with him. one on one time, at that. the thoughts, he decided, are silly. stupid. he's brought back to reality whenever david gives him a firm pat on the back, causing him to lean forward slightly to keep his balance, a smug smirk on his features. he's thankful he can't blush much anymore as he follows david out into the dark catacombs of the cave resort.

the curly headed blonde takes a moment to look upwards, enjoying the light of the moon on his pale skin and the sight of the stars. he'll take a deep breath as he takes in the moment. it'll never really get old to him, considering he had been originally from the city. the sight of the stars were a rarity in new york. his attention turns towards david whenever he speaks, a look of amusement spreads across his face whenever david starts to walk backwards. "i could go for something fried for appetizers. yanno, bar food." he'll move towards his own bike, turning his body to face david. "but i'm feel frat boys for dinner," with that, he'll roar his bike to life with a loud laugh following.

[the-wonderland-jinx]

Pocketing the sunglasses, she held back a scoff of her own, music still gently beating from the speakers around her neck. She probably should have found it disheartening, her sire's attitude wasn't exactly what you'd call nice. In fact, he was honestly kind of an ass. If she was anyone else, her feelings probably would have been hurt- Ha! Could you imagine? Her, actually getting her feelings hurt. That would honestly be wild.

"Whoa man, settle down the enthusiasm. Wouldn't want you getting sentimental on me."

Her attitude wasn't all that better. In fact, some would probably argue that it was worse, all things considered. Sass and sarcasm spilled out of her mouth as easily as most people drew a breath. She respected him where it mattered though! Not that she'd ever tell him that to his face- his head was big enough!

Standing from her spot, she stretched.

"You're lucky, if I had gone and gotten myself into trouble, all of this would have been a big waste of your time."

[cr0pvamp]

if you were expecting a kind and loving sire, well---....you should have found someone else, jinx. marko, whilst dreadfully lonely, would never admit to it out loud. jinx had been chosen because he knew that he could have some use for her. she was highly intelligent, she was strong and he figured that they'd get along just fine. so long as jinx listened to the things he had to say. ( david, a role model for how he'd run things, would be proud. )

he can't help but scoff, rolling his eyes but a playful smirk spreads across his pale features. "did you get what you needed to get done?" he could already tell that she was no longer a halfie. she was a full fledged vampire. that was enough to answer his question but he wanted to hear the gritty details.

"a waste of my time? maybe. though, i could bounce back pretty fast. i've been alone all this time, really." a lazy shrug of his shoulders. "but glad you didn't waste my time, if that means anything."

[troublesomecousin]

He shrugs, not wanting to give away too much of his game just yet, still trying to feel out what this guy was after. "It might be if you keep batting your stupid eyes at me. But I s'pose that's not much of a threat if that's what you're after."

"I knew it sounded familiar. Was born in Brooklyn myself, though I guess it's obvious I didn't stay there," Kevin replies, eager as always to talk about himself. This guy seemed interested enough in him that he was sure it wouldn't come off too much as oversharing. And besides, it's not like he dumped that whole ridiculous sob story on him, though given how loosely his thoughts were cobbled together at the moment, Kevin couldn't say for sure if that would remain the case if he got even more crossfaded than he already was.

Hearing his name spoken by someone else...it almost makes him wanna melt, but that would make a terrible mess. He wasn't used to being on this side of the teasing equation, and he found himself liking every moment despite himself. "I've got no problem hitting back if that's what you mean. If someone wants to try and kill me I won't make it easy." He pauses for a moment, shifting closer to the other. "So, what'll it be for you tonight, blondie? You gonna kill me or kiss me? Either way, we should probably take it outside."

[cr0pvamp]

marko can't help but laugh at the other's words. "oh, my stupid eyes?" and he bats them once again, overdramatic. his chin rests on the palm of his hand, amusement clear on his features. "not much is a threat to me, kevin."

"a brooklyn boy," his words are sung, amusement never leaving his features nor his tone. "a brooklyn boy with a brit accent. how fun," tongue presses onto the inside of his cheek, eyebrows raising. he was having fun with this one. the fact that he seemed to be playing around with him was a good sign. he's starting to look less and less like dinner and more like a new toy. ( if that wasn't obvious enough, considering the fact that he was toying with him to see his reaction. )

the mention of kevin fighting back causes marko to grin, almost boyishly. he shifts closer and he simply looks up at him from his bar stool, elbow not moving from the table and his hand not moving from his chin. "you wanna take this outside?" he'll finally move from his spot, the leather of his gloves creaking as he reaches forward to give kevin's cheek a fond little tap. "take me outside then,"

[takearideonthe-wildside]

@cr0pvamp | “True true, he did indeed drag us down here because of the rumours.” Tommy admits as they walked through the bar, he catches the fist bump in the corner of his eye and smirks once more but says nothing of it. It’s not very often on tour that he ventures out to bars alone these days, sometimes he forgets he’s no longer just lanky boy drummer Tommy, bumming about in little bands with his mates whilst getting wasted and trying to impress girls, and some guys.

The drummer places the cigarette between his lips again as they finally step out onto the street, moving to stretch his arms above his head and behind him, a satisfying couple of cracks sounding from his back. His eyes had fallen shut in the process, only opening one to peer down at Marko when he spoke up.

“Fast, hell yeah, high…” Tommy hums in thought, bringing his hands back down to both take the cig as well as not-so-discreetly rub his nose to rid it of any possible remnants. “Depends what you mean by high, y’know?”

[cr0pvamp]

"the rumors---...." the words trail off for a moment, a grin settling on his features. if only they were just simply rumors, right? he doesn't really care if tommy witnesses the fist pump that he shared with paul, simply signaling that he was leaving to go play with his new toy. the other blonde was probably a bit jealous, considering that marko was leaving the dive bar with tommy lee himself.

green eyes watch tommy carefully as he stretches. he really was a lanky one, wasn't he? marko was used to feeling small next to others but tommy? well, tommy made him feel like a dwarf. he didn't really show it though, his confidence never leaving him body. so what if he was shorter than tommy? he still managed to get him out of the bar, didn't he?

"i could mean high in anyway," he'll muse as he lifts his head to look towards one of the billboards. "like, getting stoned whilst sitting on the landing of a billboard. you've ever done that, tommy?"

[cr0pvamp]

marko finally wanted to work with me so i have all his drafts in queue. <3

[cr0pvamp]

@jessiebites sent in: "Will you stay for dinner?"

will you stay for dinner? the curly haired blonde can't help but scoff slightly at the question. he knows it could mean many, many different things. oh, the fellow vampire with the southern twang might be offering him some good ole' southern comfort food. or, maybe---....she wanted to hunt. green eyes narrow slightly, a small smile resting on his features as he presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

he'll turn to face her, raising an eyebrow. "what's for dinner?"

[cr0pvamp]

continued from ( x )

oh, he loved to watch kevin. the way that he'd fly off the handle---...just for him. the way if marko was threatened in any shape or form, he'd jump up to defend him. ( he wouldn't deny it. he loved it. hell, it was hot. ) the way his dilated pupils stay focused on his features, the way his voice seemed to ground him back to reality. marko instinctively reaches forward, cupping kevin's chin in his hand and his thumb strokes the side of his face. a rare moment of softness from his sire.

his hand drops back to his side, attention drawn back to the corpse on the ground as he tsks with his tongue. "one of shane powers boys. a rival gang. a bunch of rich surfer boys," his eyes will roll as his attention is drawn away from the vampire surfer, his arms wrapping around kevin's midsection as he peered up at him.

"you did so good. you didn't even hesitate," // @troublesomecousin

[cr0pvamp]

marko is being extremely difficult with drafts. uuuugh.

[disgustinggf]

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