#c: markus;

[nishaxeleazar]

closed starter for @sntsvilliers

There wasn’t anything normal between them. Centuries apart had created a chasm — one she wasn’t quite sure how to fuse back together. But she was determined to figure it out, even if it took time. Even if it forced her to be patient.

As Nisha walked through the crowd, two drinks in hand, towards where she’d left Markus, she frowned when she noticed him. He was smiling at someone else. Laughing with someone that wasn’t her. With a tightening grip on the two glasses, she moved to stand to the side of him, her hip bumping into his. “Darling.” Her voice was stern, yet sing song. She completely ignored the person in front of him as she moved to place her body between them. “Your drink, as requested.”

[nolanxthatcher]

closed starter for @sntsvilliers

With Markus so fucking distracted lately, Nolan was feeling neglected and ignored. As if what they had didn't mean anything to the vampire. And honestly, it was driving Nolan crazy. He'd kidnapped Annalise for him, only to be told that he wouldn't touch her. He endured excruciating pain as a consequence by a vampire he'd never met before and even though Markus healed him from the harsher wounds, Nolan had wanted more from Markus. Attention. Reassurance. Something that would make him believe they were headed in the right direction.

But instead, he had nothing. And now, he was drinking. Guzzling down shot after shot, forming a plan to try to get Markus' blood without him outright offering. Or, he could obtain another vampires blood and just... turn himself.

He ran his hands through his hair and clasped his fingers behind his back. That could work. Then, he wouldn't have to keep waiting.

He stood up from his desk and moved to the door, opening it and pausing when he saw the person he'd been just plotting against. "Markus." He grumbled, his mind spinning from the alcohol he'd consumed. "To what do I owe this fucking pleasure?" He stared up at the man, a tight smile forming on his lips.

[ebonytails]

Happy Lunar New Year! 🐉🎉🎊

(She got TIKOY!!!!!)

[nishaxeleazar]

-- jump forward --

Due to the bond Nisha had placed on Reid years ago, she was able to track him down, no matter where he was. So when she realized that he was close to the theatre, where she'd been not an hour prior, Nisha began to make her way back. She knew that she'd left Markus there and her hope was that her two fledglings weren't there at the same time. Told herself that Markus most likely left because surely, he had other business to attend to.

But when she approached the outside of the theatre, Nisha realized that she was silly for even having a small shred of hope. Foolish, that she'd think her fledglings would know better than to put their hands on one another. Delusional, as she watched Markus drop Reid from a nearby building and leave him there.

One fledgling at a time. Nisha reminded herself as she walked towards Reid, who was now groaning and writhing on the ground. "I gave you too much credit, before." She said as she knelt down next to him, her fingers brushed gently over his bloodied face. "You are not as smart as you used to be, Reid Halstead."

END

There is no answer Markus could have given that would have Reid satisfied. He knows vengeance and revenge; righteous fury and the embrace of its jaws. It would have changed nothing, to know. It would have scratched an itch, when his entire body is screaming to fall to the same depravity this monster he faces, is.

A grunt escapes when the bone breaks, Reid's own — Markus'. He knows, and that's fine. He'll tear out his teeth, one by one and wear them as a necklace. Rip his jaw from his face with one horrible bout of strength; a mutilated mass of flesh to hang beneath a set of devious eyes, fading of their black. Halstead thinks he is different to the beast that almost killed his sister, but he's not. At the core, even before death stole everything from him. He feels the same justice in killing, right and wrong are variables that shit like Markus wave away like flies.

Reid's teeth are gritted, fangs tip over his bottom row. They threaten to puncture his own flesh. So he's vicious when he speaks, hissing over the bout of brawling that he and De Villiers exchange.

"Next time, I'll reach in and rip out the whole thing," Ribcage, heart, spinal cord, blackened lungs — watch them ashen in his hands, sanding between his fingers. Right, that is. What's wrong, is everything Markus is.

It doesn't cease, the monstrous sounds when the rows of theatre seats, the debris of a caved-in wall pass by them. They're back into the night as if they could go for hours; until the sun breaks past the horizon and ends it for them both.

Reid groans, more pained the second time he buries into the bricks. Smack, slap —He crashes to the ground on the other side of it, groaning in agony as he feels the slow movements of his bones both displaced and fighting to right themself inside his body. When he rolls over, it's with another noise of complaint, he can barely determine which way he's facing. But he grunts sharply when he's forced over, a knee that threatens to concave his ribcage has his hands frantically digging into Markus' leg, in an attempt to lift him off. Furious eyes, blood-stained gaze steeling into the other man's.

Halstead cannot speak, De Villiers determined to say his piece as he squeezes the cords of Halstead's throat. A decade ago, he'd never fall this way. (but he did) The magic in his faded tattoo isn't saving him now, but he knows it's painfully there — glaring at his fallen form whilst he shreds his nails across Markus' leg, feeling the blood seep beneath his nails. How does it feel? Reid feels the world closing in on him, for a second time.

He growls when Markus' teeth tempt to bury — it's not his sire's, he doesn't feel the rush of warmth; he's sure that's a choice thing. "I will end you," He's louder, forcing the words over the grip Markus has on his neck. They're big words, for a man covered in brick debris, bleeding and withholding the scream that his chest is slowly, inch by inch, caving inwards. The pressure has him in a hail mary — "You won't touch them, De Villiers." He won't lose to think on betrayal, and all the nasty mind tricks the other might think himself capable of. "You talk too much, is that how she escaped you?" He knows it isn't, but he's livid, biting back at the other.

Reid shoves forward in an act to try and move Markus, but in the fast-falling energy, he's shifted a hand to reach out for one of the chunks of the broken wall, grips it with cut fingers — and swings right across the too-close body atop him.

[genersones]

Merry Christmas!

[jude-shotto]

A redraw of the C&C zine Jericrew w/ Leo!

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[http-chris]

detroit become human is an absolute masterpiece holy shit sorry i just replayed it i feel insane

[garden-of-bah]

odd req, but is it possible to get a fictive of Marx/Markus from BOFURI: I don't Want To Get Hurt? transmasc nervous boy <33 15-16

thank u!!

This is an underground anime, huh? Only found like 10 people talking about it on tumblr, but it seems like a pretty cool premise

Name/s: Markus/Marx

Age: 15

Pronouns: he/they/star

Source: BOFURI: I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, so I’ll Max Out My Defense

Genders: novagender man

Sexuality: asexual gay

CisIDs: gray hair, gray eyes, Japanese, short, thin, gamer, trap artist

Mental/physical conditions: autism, generalized + social anxiety, agoraphobia

Other labels:

Faceclaim: u/—Swix— on Reddit

Alter roles: gatekeeper

Signoffs: -✖️, -🔘, -🏹

TransIDs: transMasculine

Personality: nervous, defeatist, perfectionist, self-conscious, pessimistic, unconfident

Quirks: has a very soft, quiet voice. Often fidgets with his sleeves when nervous (which is pretty much always)

[askmafiabobvelseb]

the visit 2 :3

ah bob, what a way with words lol

(feat our goober Markus! @gooberdrawz :3)

[sci-fi-disney-prince]

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[nishaxeleazar]

closed starter for @sntsvilliers

It wasn't a surprise to see Markus at her theatre. Nisha assumed he'd track her down after what she'd done to his pet, so she remained where it would be easy for him to find her. His threats, before, had no weight on her. She hadn't cared about the so called consequences that he claimed she'd face, had she killed Nolan.

She didn't, however, kill him. Nisha had wanted to -- fuck, had she wanted to. But she'd promised her other fledgling that she wouldn't. That she would leave that kill for him, if he so desired. But that didn't mean she'd not left her mark on the human.

"Let me guess..." She walked the length of the stage, kneeling at front edge as she watched him walk down one of the aisles. "You've come to show me the man you've become in my absence?" She was teasing him. Challenging him. Nisha wasn't afraid of her fledgling, whether she knew him fully or not.

[nolanxthatcher]

closed starter for @sntsvilliers

The spectacle was interesting, to say the least. And honestly, it brought a smile to Nolan's face. He enjoyed seeing Markus in his element. Almost as much as the anger he felt towards the man when it came to him pushing off Nolan's transition. There was always some excuse. It was never the right time. And yet, Nolan felt like now was the best time. Not only was he thriving, business wise, but it felt like Markus was thriving in this moment.

"Bravo." Nolan said as he approached Markus. "Quite the show, I must say." He then let out a sigh as he glanced towards the utter chaos that Markus had caused. "But tell me... are you truly going to keep to your word and pay whomever accomplishes your goal?"

"You and I both know that you have trouble following through with promises."

[freesidexjunkie]

(sidling up to the water cooler at the office) hey there, sucking hard or hardly sucking?

[marcusrobertobaq]

Who the fuck is CONNER? Y'all punks drunk?

[sleepycoffins-and-benhargreeves]

Gurl, not me reading in the underworld subreddit that if the tv show comes to life they're afraid it's gonna be woke with black Michael and gay Markus LIKE GURL I WOULD WSNT THAT

ESPWCUSLLY GAY MARKUS LIKE GURL TJAT IS GOING INTO CANON IN KY NEW FIC DKEMIDMSKSK

[genersones]

Sorry for inconsistency or if it looks weird LMAO it's 2 am rn

Just experimenting