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theirmadness · 2 hours

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my whole body hurts and all i did was some spring cleaning and moving shit around for my new dresser and bedside table but holy shit my shoulders and back feel like i was lifting all day 😭 im waiting for my bitch ass sis to finish helping me so i can relax and continue writing omg what a day. but my room is coming together so nicely ??? i can’t believe it took me this long to figure this shit out lmao happy monday to u my little duck 🥰

#out of character.#tbd.

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theirmadness · 8 hours

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❝ you can't promise me that, any more than i can promise not to get hurt. we both know that. ❞ as much as she loved to feel procted, and to hear those words coming from his lips, bella was tired of being... childish, of believing that edward could actually keep her free from harm. ❝ there's always going to be a james and a victoria. don't you get that? i'm always going to be in danger, as long as i'm human. ❞

“ It will be alright, I will do whatever it takes so that you are safe so that no one harms you. I would never let anyone hurt you. ”

#luminescenc1e #girls . . . bella swan.#thread . . . bella & edward.

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theirmadness · 2 days

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for @murderdeals, from here. ♡

❝ you're the one who's all talk and no action, shortstack. last demon i slept with ended up dead. scared of the samantha curse? ❞

#murderdeals #girls . . . samantha winchester.#thread . . . samantha & crowley.#the funny thing is she's still so much Toller than him lmao

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theirmadness · 2 days

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❝ no. ❞ stubborn, determined. she is, truly, the product of her father and her mother. she knows what mrs. coulter is capable of. she has witnessed it herself, but lyra refuses to back down. if it costs her her life, then so be it. would she do it, though? would her mother, shoot her? she knows she is more likely to shoot someone else to get to her. but they're alone. and as she angrily wipes the tears in her eyes, she crosses her arms over her chest next, feet planted on the ground. if her mother wanted to go through her, she'd have to press the trigger.

------------------------𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛...

" please, move. move. move! "

#toxicmalicex #girls . . . lyra belacqua.#thread . . . lyra & marisa.#omg complETELY testing the waters with this one but i couldn't resist !!!

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theirmadness · 2 days

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cat's drawn to it like a moth to flame.

blunt between her fingers, she leans forward, free hand tracing the skin. she gets the overwhelming urge to lick it. instead, she laughs, both hands touching muscles, now. he's warm and incredibly soft. ❝ guess white rich people get all kinds of fucked up, too, huh? ❞

she licks her dry lips, wishing they hadn't gone through the booze as quick as they had. cat leans back onto her hand, her torso pushed out towards him, long lean legs still using him as some sort of cushion. it's like a test. how much personal space do you really need?

her friends would say she took her name a bit too seriously and acted like an actual cat. ❝ can't be an artist without some edginess. ❞

it's her turn to hold the blunt between her teeth, sitting up again so she could hold both wrists up, showing him the lines. they made no sense to anyone else. to cat, it was almost like a map of stars.

❝ i did cut too deep, one time. i actually went serious, rather than just, you know, fucking around. this one. ❞ she reaches for his hand, letting his finger trace the bump of raised flesh where an obviously deep cut that had been stitched close painted her skin.

@theirmadness *

' I've got this, um—- '

Felix pinches his fag aside in his mouth. He collects his tee to rolls up to his nipples; it's quite the manoeuvre, but he's done it a hundred well-oiled times.

Cat should be able to tell.

' -—silly thing—- '

a baby pink skim that's finder's keepers.

He muscles down to his underwear band like— what was it Allie had said... An Adonis ice tray? Good Allie. Back behind the curtain they go. Watching Cat's bloodshot glaze, he sucks in a stinging drag.

Steams it out on, ' My sister nicked me. Sharp thing from the Moors. Grandfather's. '

He rolls his eyes in the direction of boring.

Unlike the scarred power lines on her wrist Felix gives a once-over. Her hair smudges into the dark. She's pretty enough. A dab of makeup would do her right.

' What about those? '

#rejectory #girls . . . cat valentino.#thread . . . cat & felix.#screaming @ 'a dab of makeup would do her right'#even cat laughed @ that in my head #Iconic

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theirmadness · 2 days

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❝ well, excuse me for not being too peachy keen on being bait every goddamn time, sir! ❞ flushed, sweaty, and a bucket full of other crap, lucy doesn't even feel bad for cursing. she glares up at him with her wide eyes, wanting to punch him right in his face. oh, she wanted to.

very badly. but she'd been taught better than that.

conflict resolution 101 lucy, remember your training. ❝ could we, at least, consider discussing plans before you just throw me in front of the next radiated monster? if it wouldn't be too much to ask. iwouldn't mind being bait so much if you talked to me beforehand! ❞

@theirmadness asked; "You really know how to ruin a perfectly good day, don't you?" - from lucy maclean

"And you're the pinnacle of listenin' and cooperatin'. Your day wouldn't be so damn ruined if you would just stop bein' so goddamn stubborn over everything." He picked up his hat from where it had fallen in the scuffle, dusting it off before placing it back where it belonged.

#bucketofdrugs #girls . . . lucy maclean.#thread . . . lucy & cooper.#actually replying so quick bc im so hype and got so much hahah

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theirmadness · 2 days

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❝ everyone i have ever loved has died a horrible, violent death. everything i have ever touched is destroyed. i am cursed, and i am afraid that even a god cannot escape this curse, ❞ the words pour out of her like blood out of a gushing wound. she sobs, and it shakes her to her core, her eyes begging with him to understand. the fear that she feels is as real as the love that threatens to consume her. oh, how it hurts. ❝ even if we complete each other, i know i will make you rot. and i can't bear it. i cannot bear any more loss. ❞

open starter ╱ inspired by various songs. non-mutuals welcomed. open to f/m/nb. we can plot it or wing it, idc.

　IT DOESN'T SUIT HIM. At least, not in a way he likes. This terribly fragile feeling makes him all too mortal. Is this what it means to behold humanity and succumb to it? Was Loki victim to the plights of man no more than a fool was to self indulgence? A crime, really. "We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way." And yet, he could not change it. How he felt about them.

#godstrayed #girls . . . wanda maximoff.#thread . . . wanda & loki.

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theirmadness · 2 days

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❝ you sound just like him, ❞ him being her father or hannibal?

abigail didn't know, herself. the lines between these three men in her life was blurry, to say the very least. and will... sometimes, she'd look at him, and somewhere in his usually kind eyes, she'd see traces of her dad, and the darkness that he tried to keep at bay. was she frightened? she couldn't tell. her heart was racing, and she did take a step back, but she wasn't sure if she should run or stay with him. this was will. would he hurt her? would he do what her father hadn't done? ❝ you're starting to scare me, will. ❞ she stops, something heavy tugging in her heart. she takes a tentative step forward, half reaching out for him with a timid hand. ❝ let me help you. ❞ like i helped dad. like hannibal helped me. god, does the horror ever stop?

open starter ╱ inspired by various songs. non-mutuals welcomed. open to f/m/nb. we can plot it or wing it, idc.

　IT WAS AN EMANATION OF DESPERATION. The words that hung in the air between them stagnant and charged. Will is hardly the type for violence. At least, violence that is his own and yet there was a gnawing sadism there. "This is the part of me that'll do anything to get what I want." He realizes his reality was warped and twisted into something unrecognizable and not quite his own. The manipulation had been deeply rooted and festering for a while now. The only thing left to rot was his mind. And now? Will was left entombed in it.

#godstrayed #girls . . . abigail hobbs.#thread . . . abigail & will.#hope this is ok hon <3 #kinda wanted to do alana but #i love these two too

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theirmadness · 2 days

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she wasn't going to last out here. one look at her, and he knew that. those doe eyes and that peppy optimism... the wasteland was going to eat her whole and spit her out. if he still had a heart, he'd feel sorry for the kid, but he's far beyond caring about anything but himself at this point. he chuckles at the way she struggles, making a noise with his tongue as if he's trying to calm a wild buck. ❝ strugglin' only gonna make that hurt more, sweetheart. i suggest you get real cosy with being still, real quick. them rope burns are real nasty. ❞

he doesn't answer her question as he steps to the side, grabbing her skinny arm and hauling her up to her feet with relative ease. she weighs close to nothing. his clothes weigh more than this vaultie. he's not worried that she's going to be able to escape, but he turns her around to face him, taking his time to tie her hands together to her chest as he ensures the laso is firm around her waist. he gives it a good tug, ignoring that wild look on her face. he can tell, she ain't ever seen a ghoul before. she ain't ever seen much of anything.

those vaults really weren't doing much to prepare those fuckers much. ❝ imma be real nice, and keep this here for now, but you so much as think about runnin', and i'll put this around your neck. you understand? ❞ he didn't wait for her to give him an affirmative, before he turned on his heels and tugged on the rope. he caught his prize, now he was on his way to collect his reward. he didn't much care about her story, so long as he could get what he wanted out of her.

⠀⠀what shocked her first hadn’t been the look of him, or even the smell — it had been his strength. what little she’d known in the handful of hours that she’d been out on the surface hadn’t done her much in the way of judging those who might actually cause her harm.

her initial focus ( had ) really only been on finding her father. and yet . . .

〝 get … off ! 〞her voice surely wasn’t loud enough or confident enough to sway him. even as the ropes dug further into the thick material of her vault suit, it wasn’t enough to ward off the pain and burn that soon came after.

but it’s that final jerk of the rope, that one that’s managed to trap her hand against her chest, that solidifies he’s won. chest heaving with each breath pulled swiftly into her lungs, she’s met with those dark eyes. fear swirled around in those doe eyes of hers as she stared up at the figure that loomed above her.

〝 what the ( heck ) do you even want with me? 〞

#knownasbeacon #boys . . . cooper howard.#thread . . . cooper & lucy.

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theirmadness · 2 days

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her entire life, sansa had dreamt of a handsome knight who would swoop her off her feet. a knight to protect her. a knight to save her. the gods had sent her that knight. twice as brave and strong as any man. and oh, twice as beautiful. brienne of tarth didn't see herself as that, but sansa's heart skipped several beats every time they met those precious jewels that were her eyes. breathless, flushed...

foolishly enamoured by the knight who had sworn an oath to her. sworn her life to her. my sword is yours, sansa stark. she remembers those words. she wanted so badly to say she wanted her heart, not just her sword. sansa laughed when they both realised they had been staring into each other's eyes for a little bit too long. would the gods forgive her? would the gods care, that she loved another woman?

❝ i know you will win. there is no finer knight in all of the seven kingdoms. this, i know. ❞ with a heavy heart, her hand drops from brienne's, her skin tingling where they had touched. ❝ will you join me for supper? the cook surprised me with rabbit's stew. ❞

sansa sits back down, pulling up the chair next to her. sitting by her side at the high table was a high honour, but she cared only for the fact she'd sit next to brienne. tomorrow was a big day, and she wanted to enjoy every second she could spend in the knight's presence, before the tourney began and she was far too busy.

⠀⠀the weight of her armor pressed that prickling burn further down into her chest, heating her up in a way that caused her skin to flush. and if it weren’t for the cloak she was wearing, she was sure it would be visible.

a woman as strong, and guarded as ( she ) to be taken down so easily would normally make her feel uneasy. but she’s never once been made to feel that while in lady sansa’s company.

〝 i … i do know what that means, my lady. 〞though there is no hiding that little grin that starts at the corner of her mouth at sharing this moment with her.

initially, her heavy blue eyes watch the way sansa’s fingers work the soft material around her wrist. until they aren’t and are instead watching the wolf. lips parting just the slightest when gentle fingers brush along the veins in her inner wrist.

〝 i thank you … lady sansa. 〞forcing her head down into the slightest nod when she realizes she’s been staring a bit too long.

#knownasbeacon #girls . . . sansa stark.#thread . . . sansa & brienne.#screams why are THEY SO CUTE

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theirmadness · 2 days

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@knownasbeacon. ♡

transparent!ॱ*⑅ ੈ✩‧ ˚

#knownasbeacon #ships . . . daenerys & jorah.#ships . . . sansa & brienne.#!!!!!!!!

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theirmadness · 2 days

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khaleesi. every time she hears it, she is filled with warmth. it's not a moniker she often hears, her titles having increased since she had married khal drogo a lifetime ago. but to him, she had always been khaleesi, and so, it became a title reserved almost entirely for her sweet bear's lips. she turns to face him with a warm smile on her lips. daenerys has had one too many cups of wine. her cheeks are flushed, and she feels pleasantly warm. it's been a good evening. the sort that made her feel hopeful for the future. she would be a good leader.

better than her father, better than her ancestors. one hand holding the half full cup of wine, the other stretches across the table towards him, but she stops shy of touching him, her violet eyes gleaming with something unspoken. ❝ hmm. everyone else seems to have taken their leave. ❞ she hadn't taken much notice of it. ser jorah always sat by her side, the closest to her. where daenerys was seen publicly, so was her knight. it wasn't unusual for them to be left alone in a room. even so late at night. ❝ i would like that. ❞ not that it was needed...

there are unsullied posted outside every room within these walls. but daenerys stands up, waiting for him to do the same. she places the cup of wine down on the table, reaching out to hold on to his arm as she allows him to lead her. he visits her chambers more often than any of her other advisors. he knows the way. the silence between them is comfortable. she nods goodnight at the guards outside, leaning a little too much into his comforting presence. her big, sturdy bear. daenerys only feels safe when she is riding her dragons, or when she is next to ser jorah. ❝ did you think tonight's festivities went well? nothing went amiss? ❞ she had an amused tone.

she'd accuse him of being overprotective at times, mistrusting every shadow, but she'd take most of it seriously. he was always perceptive of things that she could not afford to. not only because he was more experienced and a hardened warrior, but because as queen, she is always at the centre of attention. and that was why she'd ask him something similar, every time there was some sort of gathering.

with the two of them walking alone, she trusted him to be candid.

for @theirmadness.

⠀⠀the fire burns hot in the room, though not as hot as the dragon sat beside him as they share this quiet space.

the hall had long since emptied itself from those that had entertained their share of the feast for long enough. just enough ale had been consumed by the bear to allow him to relax his guard a little, but he had forgone the drink a few cups ago.

〝 you do not tire yet, khaleesi? 〞an ancient, but now intimate title shared between them. everyone else calls her dragon princess, queen daenerys, the silver queen, protector of the realm; queen, queen, queen … but there is something intimate alone in that title he holds for her. it represents what she fought through, rising through the ashes to get where she is now. it reminds him of how they met, how he swore himself to her. and everything that came after that oath.

〝 shall i escort you back to your chambers? 〞

#knownasbeacon #girls . . . daenerys targaryen.#thread . . . daenerys & jorah.#the way i am so feral to write these two again alex. SO FERAL

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theirmadness · 2 days

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@wrathfulmercy. ♡

SABRINA CARPENTER ESPRESSO (2024)

#faces.#faces . . . beth greene.#faces . . . wanted opposites.#ships . . . beth & rick.#wrathfulmercy #oh bad girl beth doing shit to get arrested and felt up by corrupt cop rick????? i mean. WHAT. that's crazy #giggles

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theirmadness · 3 days

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for @knownasbeacon, with love. ♡

❝ i have given you my favour. you do know what that means, yes? ❞

her tone is of pure amusement. the tradition of giving a knight your favour during a tourney was common enough. what was not so... common, was the knight being a woman, and the favour coming from another woman. but sansa stark had blossomed into a bold wolf, who cared very little for what people thought or said. she leans forward on the table, pushing the silk fabric back towards brienne.

when the knight was left speechless, sansa chuckled softly, grabbing the fabric so she could slowly tie it around brienne's wrist. the hand that she used to yield her greatsword. and yes, sansa knew which.

she had marvelled at the way that she fought for far too long. sansa allowed the tips of her fingers to brush along the lines of brienne's palmer, much bigger than her own, her heart aflutter. when she looked up at the blonde, there was a smile on her lips. ❝ may the gods smile upon you, my brave knight. ❞ there had never lived a braver, more worthy knight in the seven kingdoms. not to sansa.