I'm Sorry, Come Again? ✨

*Mark holding an ice pack to his face, tears in his eyes*

Mark: someone punched me in the face for being named Mark :(

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Gyro: That's gonna-...that's gonna leave a-

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Ayy

If I'm being honest, Maxley pisses me off. I mean, weren't they like enemies in the movie? Like don't get me wrong, I love it when people ship villain x hero I'm all for it but. Maxley is something that shouldn't be together. As for Yax...It's not like I *love* the ship but it has a special place in my heart.

But that's my opinion Idk

It's a strange thing for me to say, but I feel like the Maxley and Yax are very overrated and annoying ships...

I mean, it's annoying that I find things about those ships (mainly the Maxley) that Max himself does on his own tag, can't there be a minimal drawing of Max without any ships?

I ain't crying, you're crying 😭

His appearance aged even just a bit shook her to her core. It was just due to losing someone so dear to him, but the change felt like he would one day fade away as well

McMystery at McDuck McManor - The villains on Louie’s one-hour guest list~ (& Black Arts Beagle)

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

Other

Fandom:

DuckTales (Cartoon 2017)

Relationship:

None

Character:

Mark Beaks

Additional Tags:

DepressionMark beaks DEFINITELY has depression

Language:

English

Stats:

Published:2025-03-28Words:459Chapters:1/1Hits:0

Inner demon's

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Summary:

I guess that's what you get when your a savvy tech billionaire "genius"

Notes:

Writing my first series chat!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1:

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Work Text:

Mark didn't know what to do anymore. He is a billionaire, but he failed. He tried to make his own ideas from scratch, but he failed. He tried to live, but he obviously failed at that.

Mark sat on the edge on the bed, letting a sad groan before flopping to his back on the bed. It was a king sized bed, but that felt too big, too empty, like a stage where he was supposed to be playing the role of a successful billionaire and businessman. He looked at the ceiling with tired eyes, seeing the fan spin round and round. His phone rested beside him, the screen was dark, complete silence. No notifications-no on checking in, there was no one needing him.

He rolled onto his side so he could face the starry night, blankly staring into the window that overlooked the city. Somewhere down there, there were people living real lives while he was just…stuck. With a sigh, he grabbed the nearest pillow and pulled it over his face, muffling a frustrated groan. He had everything he could ever want and more. So why did everything including himself feel so meaningless?

Mark let the pillow fall to the floor with a quiet this before sitting up again, running a hand through his feathers. His chest felt tight…a little too tight, like there was something sitting on it, pressing down, refusing to let him breathe at all. He limply swung his legs over the side of the bed, getting up and resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at the floor..

The silence in his penthouse was absolutely deafening, the kind that made his thoughts louder and harsher. He didn't get it. He used to love having this life! The luxury, the way people viewed him. The validation life gave him. But now? Absolutely nothing, only walls…expensive, lifeless walls.

Mark let out a hollow laugh, but it died in his throat as quickly. Fun. Well that used to be his whole thing, right? The guy who never took anything seriously, who never had to give a care in the world. But now? Now, even the things that used to distract him felt like dead weight, pointless reminders of a version of himself that didn’t exist anymore.

His gaze shifted to the large desk, cluttered with unfinished projects, blueprints, and abandoned plans. He used to pour himself into every detail, believing that if he could just make the next big thing, it would all click. But now, the papers were just reminders of how much he had failed. They were all meaningless—just scribbles on paper that led to nowhere. Just like everything else in this empty, lifeless damned penthouse. Just like him.

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Notes:

A short piece this time, but I will try and make the next chapters longer. Hoped you enjoyed!

Follow me on Ao3 if you like this stuff or is a Mark beaks fan!

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If queenie had a voice

「 ✦ kіk᥆ ✦ 」

ᯓ★ | Lebanese 🇱🇧 ★ᯓ

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺

﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍.

╰─ ♡ 🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ About Me:

୨୧┇Name: Call me Sisi or Kiko‼️

୨୧┇Age: A MINOR, ⚠️If you be weird Imma be weird back lil bro🗣️⚠️

﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍.

🎂 ˖ ࣪

╰─ ♡ My Favorites…

୨୧┇Color: Green / Blue / Purple

୨୧┇Animal: Frog 🐸

୨୧┇Music: Anything and everything—my taste is crazy! 🎶

୨୧┇Games: ACNH / LittleBigPlanet / Welcome Home / FNAF: Security Breach 🎮

୨୧┇TV Shows: DuckTales / Danger Mouse / Komi Can't Communicate / House of Mouse📺

୨୧┇Season: Winter ❄️

﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍.

╰─ ♡ Interests & More!

୨୧┇Likes: ~Disney ✨

I LOVE Mark beaks, he’s so goofy 😂

☁️⁺˖

୨୧┇Dislikes: The fact that I can't draw properly 😭🖌️

𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍: 𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜.

*𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚢*

𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚢: 𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍!

*𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍*

𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍: *𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭*

I Absolutely LOVE this, Pls continue it✨

((Chapter 2 is out now :D