#//this was too long. dead!

[hazalyildizs]

Self Paragraph—Aftermath

Timeline: Nov 04th, 2024 after work hours.

TW: Stalking, violence, drugging, strangulation, blood

@lincolnreid & @alcrayildiz

This situation was uncomfortable at best. Hazal was on Marcus' sofa, her foot tapping against the carpet while she waited for the rest to arrive. They were all supposed to meet up for a gathering at Marcus’ house, to celebrate a project wrap up. She glanced at her phone again, still puzzled as to why she was the only present? 

"I just texted with Sarah, and she swears she thought it was tomorrow night," Marcus explained, settling into the armchair across from her. "Funny how everyone got the date wrong, isn't it?"

She shifted, something about this didn’t sit right by her. But she chalked it up to her paranoia. Having a stalker did that to her. "Maybe we should just reschedule for tomorrow when everyone can make it," she suggested, setting her barely-touched wine on the coffee table. "It feels weird with just us two."

"But you've barely touched your drink," he said, his eyes going down to the wine glass. "Just stay a little longer. At least finish your wine."

She didn’t want to be rude, so she grabbed the glass and gulped the content down. “There, I finished it. I really should get going. Linc and I-” 

Her words died on her lips as soon as she started standing. The room spun, and she gripped the edge of the sofa, her vision blurring at the edges. "I don't feel so good," she mumbled, trying to stand but finding her legs wouldn't cooperate. The last thing she remembered was Marcus's face swimming before her eyes and then everything went black.

When she regained consciousness, the first thing she noticed was the biting cold against her wrists. Her eyes flew open to find herself secured to bedposts. Panic rose in her throat as she realized she was in an unfamiliar bedroom. “What the…” She pulled against the restraints, her heart hammering against her ribcage. 

"Finally awake, beautiful," Marcus' voice came from the corner of the room, and she turned her head to see him watching her with an unsettling smile. "I've waited so long for this moment."

Terror gripped her as the pieces started falling into place. That voice. It was familiar because she knew it. "It was you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You're the stalker."

“Bravo,” he said with a clap. Marcus approached the bed slowly, his face transformed into something unrecognizable. Far from the co-worker she thought she knew and was friends with. "You belong to me, not that son of a bitch," he stated matter-of-factly, reaching out to touch her face. She jerked away from his touch, bile rising in her throat. "I've watched you for months, waiting for the perfect moment. You're so beautiful when you work at your desk, when you get coffee with your sister, when you sleep…"

She struggled against the restraints, her mind racing to find a way out of this nightmare. The thought of him watching her all this time made her skin crawl, and now here she was, trapped with the very person who had been terrorizing her for months. 

"You're wrong," she spat back, her fear turning into anger. "I don't belong to anyone, especially not to you." Her defiant words only seemed to amuse him as he circled the bed like a predator stalking its prey. She realized with growing horror that this had all been meticulously planned—the gathering that never was, the drugged wine, everyone's mysterious confusion about the date. She'd walked right into his trap, and now she was at the mercy of a man whose obsession had clearly driven him to madness.

Her thoughts drifted to Lincoln, wondering if he would realize something was wrong when she didn't come home tonight. She prayed someone would notice her absence soon, as Marcus's possessive gaze bore into her.

"You're mine now," he hissed, his fingers trailing down her arm. "No one else deserves you. You were always meant for me." She flinched at his touch, tears streaming down her face as she continued testing the bindings, looking for any weakness.

“Don’t touch me!” She screamed, hoping someone would overhear and come to her rescue. I’m not yours!” 

"Who do you think you belong to, then? Lincoln Reid? That entitled bastard thinks he can have whatever he wants. But he doesn't know you like I do." His fingers traced along her jawline as she tried to pull away. "I've seen how he treats you at work. The way he acts like he owns the place, owns you."

"He’s a million times better than you are. You don't know anything," she said through gritted teeth, trying to mask her fear with anger.

He grabbed her face roughly, forcing her to look at him. "I know everything. I was there first. Watching you, protecting you. I saw how you used to hate him. How he made your life hell." His eyes had a wild, unfocused look. "But then he manipulated you, didn't he? Made you think you wanted him. Made you believe he loved you."

"He does love me! You're insane," she screamed, her voice shaking.

"No!" He slammed his hand against the headboard, making her jump. "I'm the only one who sees clearly. He is nothing but a spoiled rich boy playing games with people's lives. But you and me?" His voice softened to an unsettling gentleness. "We're meant to be together, sweetheart. I'll show you what real love is."

And just like that, he straightened up—smoothing down his shirt as if remembering himself. "I need to prepare for our new life together. Make things perfect for our wedding in Barcelona." He walked to the door, pausing to look back at her with an eerie smile. "Don't worry, beautiful. I'll be back soon. Then we can start our life together, the way it should have been all along."

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving her alone with nothing but the sound of her racing heart and the distant echo of his footsteps on the stairs.

Hours passed like days. Her wrists were raw from struggling, but by some miracle, she noticed one of the ropes had started to fray. Hearing silence, she worked harder at weakening the binding. When it finally gave way, she freed her other hand, her heart pounding as she untied her ankles.

Quietly, she crept toward the door on shaky legs, but a floorboard creaked beneath her weight, making her wince. His thundering footsteps on the stairs sent terror shooting through her body. She barely made it to the hallway when his hand seized her hair, yanking her backward.

"Where do you think you're going?" he snarled, spinning her around. His fist connected with her face before she could react, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. She crashed against a hall table—sending all of the decorations to fall to the floor.

“You really think you can leave me?” His hands found her throat, squeezing as she gasped for air. “I was going to marry you! But since you think you’re better off without me, die bitch!” Her vision blurred as she frantically tried to swat his hands from her neck. 

“Stop.” She yelped, gasping for air. Realizing it was fruitless, she reached around blindly as she flailed on the floor. Finally, her fingers closed around what felt like a heavy vase.

She swung with all her might, the vase connecting with his temple. He stumbled backward, blood streaming down his face, “you stupid bitch!” Angered, she swung again, and watched as more blood spurted out. This gave her the opening she needed. She ran, her bare feet slapping against the floor as she fled down the stairs and out the front door.

She fumbled with her phone, her hands trembling as she dialed 911. Crouched behind her car in the darkness, she gripped the tire iron she'd grabbed from her trunk.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Please," she sobbed. "I-I need help. My coworker, he drugged me, held me captive. I hit him with a vase to escape." The words tumbled out between gasps, her split lip stinging as she spoke.

"Can you tell me your location?"

She glanced around frantically, searching for a street sign and then realized she had it in her phone. "I'm at 4287 Oak Ridge Drive. Please hurry. He's bleeding but I don't know if he's following me."

"Stay on the line with me. Police are on their way. Are you somewhere safe?"

"I'm behind my car," she whispered, tightening her grip on the tire iron as a shadow moved across the house's upstairs window. "I have something to defend myself with if he comes out."

"Can you describe your attacker?"

"Marcus Davidson. He's my coworker at Wright Inc. He's about six feet tall, brown hair..." She choked back another sob. "There's blood on his face from where I hit him."

Red and blue lights finally illuminated the street, and she nearly collapsed with relief. "They're here," she breathed into the phone, tears streaming down her face. "The police are here."

[captainharlock]

comic i made about out-aging the person i've been grieving

[itskeithxx]

Summoning The Ghost King [GONE WRONG]

Good grief this took so long (12 hrs 45 min) but it’s done! i have never drawn Jason before or any DC character but ive been obsessed with DP x DC crossover fics so this was born :3 i hope he looks ok lol

also: the runes are actual words i translated and they spell out stuff abt summoning the ghost king…. i def didn’t need to do all that but eh

[fuusart]

THE BRAIN ✨

[mikonez]

A bit of world hopping

[umblrspectrum]

"smaller mass" you say

[moonlitkihu]

marauders in modern era

Remus scrolling tiktok and sees Sirius’ thirst trap.

Remus: *Aggressively double tap the screen*

James seeing Regulus in that said video.

James: *blush intensifies*

[mercywashere]

Posted this on tiktok but wanted to share it here too. Pls pls pls interact rtc fandom 🙏🙏

[abovesn4kes]

Totally forgot to post the rest of these designs here! More to follow soon :-)

Doodles below!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heh...Literally nothing personal, kid.

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[starcrossedstarfishes]

[dcxdpdabbles]

Jason: Hi!

Danny: Good evening

Jason: Oh um, yes, good evening. Do you eat to survive?

Danny: What?

Jason: Ha ha ha! I'm joking! Of course you eat, um I eat too! But why?

Danny: I don't-what are you asking me?

Jason: Gotham is beautiful at night! It's when I eat!

Danny: Are you a-

Dick appearing out of nowhere: Hey there, Jay. You wandered off while I was getting us water. Sorry about him. He's very drunk. I'll take him home to sleep it off.

Danny: *Grabbing Jason's writ* Do you know him?

Jason: Yes, he's my brother. See, that's my family. *Shows lock screen of family* I have many siblings, which means I would be totally fine with lots of kids!

Danny: *Let's go* Oh good. Sorry if he's really that drunk I didn't want him going home with a stranger. No offense

Dick: None taken. I appreciate men like you who keep everyone safe. Come along Jay, let's get you home.

Jason: But-

Dick: You asked me to step in when you were going out of control. Remember?

Jason: Right yes. Ugh Bye.

Danny: Goodbye.

Dick outside of bar: That was terrible. You really do suck at flirting.

Jason: I just froze up! Ugh I hope he doesn't think I'm a idiot.

Danny watching them through the window: That's a vampire pretending to be human. I can smell the undead on him and he was going to lure me to a dark alley if his human servant hadn't stepped in.

Jazz: I was gone for like five minutes Danny, how did you find a creature of the night within that time?

Danny: It's a gift. Thankfully, I'm too smart to be tricked by a vampire.

Jazz: ......you would have followed him into the alley wouldn't you?

Danny: He may be a blood sucker but did you see his muscles? What a way to die.

[hinamie]

completely innocuous vash sheet :) fr practice

[yourlocalabomination]

Tick Tock, Teddy-Bear.

[oswaldpettyeyeart]

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[kayomin]

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