#madd replies

[tomhardysteeth]

"aww hell yeah madd's back, what guy is she gonna be weird and insane for now?"

oh shit wait I just saw this gifs and I get it what the fuck who is that guy!!!!!

That’s my boyfriend Tenoch Huerta and I was awoooga-ing for 3 hours during Wakanda Forever wondering who the fuck he was then the credits rolled and it said INTRODUCING in front of his name and I’ve never been so shocked in my life they’ve been hiding the hottest man alive in Mexico I’m gonna finally learn Spanish so I can watch all the other shit he’s been in I swear to god

[diccolopiccolo]

Any thoughts on "orange Piccolo", aka Thiccolo?

I don't know, but my first initial reaction was feeling uncomfortable that he was no longer green

[flufallo]

Edwin, after catching feelings for his bully back in the early 1900s, falling for his friend of 30 years, replaying the cat king's abs and 'i am fascinated by you' over and over in his head, and meeting up with a astrology loving crow- human: he is a boy and I am a boy. If anything he just enjoys ghosts.

[total-drama-brainrot]

Oh I've just had a horrible, no good, devious idea.

Psycho!Noah singing 'I Can't Decide' by Scissor Sisters now that he finally doesn't have to hide his true self anymore.

A little on the nose, but I see it. The vision, that is.

That song is a classic; a staple of fandom culture, even. The idea of Noah listing off potential ways he could kill his competitors, just to see the fear in their eyes, is pretty in character. Especially with the indecisiveness of it all- makes it seem like premeditated murder is something casual for him.

It's too bad that Izzy's gone by the time he's 'revealed', because they would kill a duet of this song.

[cokoweee]

I mean, you’re not using the ship tag so I’m assuming it’s not ship? /gen

Man I tag ship shit when like some lovely dovey shit goes down like holding hands or doing taxes together

[flintawakened]

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I am autistic and have an unspecified attention deficit disorder! I do need tone tags once in a while. I also might take a while to respond because I just... Forget-- I'm really sorry about that, but it's just how I am.

I have highly suspected MaDD. MaDD is a disorder in which the person cannot stop daydreaming, they have in depth worlds in their heads about characters with their own personalities and backstories. This was developed as a coping mechanism while I was in a bad household. If you see me typing relatively nonsensical gibberish in a post, someone probably exploded in my head or something.

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I will never actively feed or engage in discourse or syscourse. These situations are deeply distressing for me and evoke a lot of harsh memories. I have been online for too long and was raised by the internet, unfortunately. I have seen a lot of discourse in my time and will try my best to avoid it at all cost and will block freely if I see someone feeding this discourse.

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[swamplatibule]

attention madd community. the horrors are unending but I am doing my best to keep slaying. anyway if I were to finish up a beginning episode of the starwritten society who would be interested in beta reading the script 👁️👁️ pretty please

[homemadde-nightmares]

Do you have a MaDD journal? if so tips on how to keep one?

I don’t have a MaDD journal per say, but I do sometimes organise my paras/wold building into charts, but I don’t do it consistently enough to be considered a journal. Sorry I couldn’t be anymore help.

[vampire-meta-knight]

you said i could so i will- tw death, war

timekeeper. he’s exactly who you think he is. the keeper of time. amazing i know. as of right now he’s dead/a ghost and has existed for about 550 years. his name hasn’t always been timekeeper.

when he was alive he was removed from his house at 6 years old, and met his future husband, roman. while surviving on the streets. at 17 years old he enlisted in the army.

the war in Exile (the country he lives in) had just started and he saw that the soldiers would have housing and food so he joined. his, at the time boyfriend, roman joined with him. They did small missions and never really experienced any real fights or anything that was in the heart of the war, they even ended up getting married and having a house when they had their months off duty. (they where 21 when they got married)

around 2 months after the marriage they got thrust into the middle of the war, into the biggest battle so far too. almost instant timekeepers husband was killed and soon after timekeeper was captured as a prisoner of war. he was kept in confinement with the enemy and was interrogated harshly and made to do work with them.

when he turned 23 he ended up dying by his own hands, his last words being a letter to his late husband, confessing his love and feeling all over again. his last words where a love letter.

he’s been existing as a ghost since then, with his friends being a shapeshifting soldier still in the same war he was (ethan), a god who records all of history ever and gave him the responsibility of time keeping (poet), a teenage king who runs the monarchy of Exile after the questionable death of his mother (oliver), and the lover of the king and the brother of the shapeshifter soldier who has magic of his own (casper), and a small child who lived with a cult for most of her life (ari)

they all live in his large cabin he built with his husband and have adventures and so on.

every year on his husbands birthday, he goes into town with ethan and buys things for roman such as nice clothes, fancy weapons, cool books, food, and so on. he’ll often make paintings and write letters as well

“i buy these things just in case he ever comes back, he’s gonna need them, he’s gonna need to know that i still care and have never loved another more. i know the clothes are ridiculous expensive but he always talked about having a proper weeding so i buy them for him… just in case.”

he’s a very stoic ghost, and doesn’t say much unless he knows someone is going to listen. he paints and draws but every time he tries to draw a person, is ends up being one of his friends and/or roman. he puts all the things he gets and makes by the grave he made for roman, since roman never got a proper burial. he keeps their marriage swords polished to perfection, it’s the only one he fights with.

since this war has been going on since he died, there has been times when the enemy raided his cabin, most often its god killers looking for blood. one of them shot and killed the god, poet. timekeeper didn’t know that poet can’t truly ever die, and feeling the same intense heartbreak of seeing his husband die, he flipped over his black moon sand timer, carried poet’s body to his husbands grave, sat down and wrote one last letter as he ended the entire world.

poet, after coming back, was stuck in a time loop as he put the world back together and fixed everything. poet ended up breaking the sand timer in a fight. timekeeper thinks he should be allowed to be a god with poet, poet disagrees.

they ended up getting over this and now make little jokes about it and are still friends. they will protect each other from the harms that their status brings, and from any danger.

he teaches ethan, the soldier how to fight and they often go on hikes and visit Nature (another god) together. Ethan likes to ask question about what timekeeper thinks of everything.

timekeeper teaches the kids (oliver, casper, ari) about history, the world, economics, maths, english, and will answer any question they have about anything. They kids can’t go to a normal school in their country because of their situations.

overall i love timekeeper so much and he’s one of my favorites. sorry if this was too long or complicated. you can reply privately or publicly! it’s up to you! thank you so so so sooooo much for letting me go on this tangent!! i feel refreshed now

stay safe, drink water, and have fun! thank you!! 💛💛

Thank YOU for sharing with me! I loved reading it! It sounds very interesting, and it'd make a great premise for a novel or show.

Gah, I knew Roman was going to die right as you mentioned he joined the army. I could feel it. XD

Also, *fist bumps you* we both have shapeshifting paras!

And I love how Timekeeper and Poet joke about the whole time loop thing. Such a wild thing to joke about. How does that even go???

Poet: Hey, remember when you broke time?

Timekeeper: Yeah, I was crazy back then

I'm interested in his actual duties as the keeper of time. Can he get visions of the future? Can he time-travel, or is that forbidden? It'd probably create lots of drama if he found out he could hypothetically go back in time and save Roman, but Poet wouldn't let him because it would break cosmic time laws. Aaaahhh I wanna know more!!! You've gotten me hooked already.

[bunnihearted]

im having such a bad avoidant break rn ㅠㅠ

[infiniteorangethethird]

hey madd side of tumblr, i've got a weirdly specific experience for y'all that I'm dying to share with someone but nobody in my close proximity understands what madd even is

So my daydreaming style is generally very linear, in the sense that there's not much time jumping. Anything that happens adds to what I daydreamed before, usually directly, and even if I "rewrite" parts of history, where I am in the "present" doesn't change. A while back though, I had a random idea for a possible future for my paras - it was a fun thought to play with, but I knew it was too far off into the future, so I knew it couldn't become "canon" to my paracosm because of the time difference.

But what I hadn't expected was that I'd start molding the story so that this particular future could, some day, become the present. I hadn't even planned for it to actually take place, let alone me taking active steps in ensuring it does. And today, I finally arrived at making that possible future the present.

I keep track of my daydreams bc I'm terrified of forgetting anything of them, so I went back and checked - the idea first came to me roughly three years ago.

For the past three years, my daydreaming has been dictated by one random idea I had dismissed as unimportant and non-canon. And honestly? I have no idea how to feel about this.

For one, I am amazed of my dedication regarding something I'm literally doing as a coping mechanism (which is a whole another can of worms), and it feels strangely... exhilarating? To be in this position. Like finally! Years of planning and preparation has finally payed off! It feels so important to me and yet if I shared it with anyone they'd probably think I lost it.

And at the same time... for the past three years, I had a goal to fight towards, a definitive end point my paracosm was heading towards. A fallback plan in case I ran out of ideas at any time; if the story ever felt like closing I could always just point to this and say "hey, we can't end it yet, this still hasn't happened" and it was strangely calming. And now something that has been a stable point for so long is gone and it's kind of freaky.

And at the same time, in ensuring that this specific plotline could happen, I had to restrict the other events within my paracosm, and now that restraint is gone. So it's freaky but it's also very freeing?

I don't know, man. I just really wish it was easier to talk about this kind of stuff with people but as I said, it's very difficult to explain what a paracosm even is let alone my incredibly complicated relationship with it. I doubt anyone will even read this, but if you do, feel free to go wild in the reblogs/comments about your own similar (or wildly different but hard to explain regardless) experiences with your own paracosms

[tomhardysteeth]

Everytime I see you start posting again, I get excited bc im like oh boy what hot guy are we gonna (politely) objectify now

(Anyway love seeing you back on the dash, hope life's treating you well!)

It’s the only reason I use tumblr !!! Namor is so hot I would absolutely follow him to the bottom of the ocean and burn the surface world with him!!!!!

[diccolopiccolo]

Please pardon the random note, I thought the coincidence was so wild that I had to say hi and mention it: Back, long long ago, when I was a kid in the late 90s/early 2000s I also was (and still am) highly fond of Piccolo. I also had an OC that I shipped with him, and she was also called Iris! The characters differ a lot from there, but seeing that the Piccolo love/ shipping continues with the younger generation AND that randomly our OCs had the same name made me so happy! Keep up the great work! Your art is beautiful and your blog looks really fun! Best of luck with everything! Also, thank you for letting me know about the orange Piccolo.

That's amazing! I have been hyper fixating on Piccolo/DBZ since 2004, and about being apart of the younger generation;

well, I'm 29 years old..

IDKwhy I admire Piccolo's character so much because his personality is so quiet and stoic, but that could also explain maybe why I like him so much?? ALSO, I still think that the Namekians in DBZ are reallllllly interesting and cool. Since Akira made it canon that Namekians are Hermaphrodites/basically slug people, alot of fans have headcanon a lot of unique culturalistic qualities they might have and *ahem* physiological bodily qualities they might also have as well.

But, overall... HE'S SO COOL lol

They finally now made him relevant again in the DB(Super), so I'm a very happy camper.

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This reply is turning into a novel, so sorry in advance, but in regards to your DBZ OC!

That's so cool and WILD that we shared the same name for our OCs, and in DBZ no less!

I would love to know more about your DBZ OC if you are ok to share of course :)

Also, I hope this doesn't sound weird but I think I might know who you are, because I have a big hunch and clues to pin it down. (p.s.: I'm a huge fan of yours!)

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS and especially coming from you it means a lot!!!! I haven't posted new content about my OC as of late, but she's still in the membrane, and I have loads of new ideas :)

I just want to let you know that your message made me very excited and so happy!!! Thank you again!! <3

[faetima]

𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞. .

. . one day you receive an odd text from an unknown number. you try blocking the number, but it doesn’t work.

oh well, it’s probably just someone pranking you.

right?

// tws ; lil bit of cursing, stalking ; gn reader ; modern au, yandere au

a/n: sorry for the weird formatting!! tumblr wouldn't let me format it correctly :(

also sorry for the random bigger text, it keeps changing random letters and numbers to be bigger for some reason??

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.

aconties — symbolize hatred and that you should be cautious.

aconite - veil

always forever - cults

jealous girl - lana del rey

suki suki daisuki - jun togawa

yes or yes - twice

saccharine - jazmin bean

stalker’s tango - autoheart

an unhealthy obsession - tbrso

candy coated suicide - night club

i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks

i’m a slave 4 u - jazmin bean

the red means i love you - madds buckley

body - mother mother

red lights - bang chan, hyunjin

playlist <3

𝟭.‎‎‎‎‎

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

18:12 december 12th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite. :)

you

hi

who is this?

unknown number

oh, dont worry about that.

youll know very soon, my beloved aconite. <3

read 18:20

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟮.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

13:27 december 13th, 2024

unknown number

hello, my aconite!

how was your day today?

sent 13:27

unknown number

hello?

sent 16:43

unknown number

please reply. i know youre online, aconite.

you

please stop

who is this??

unknown number

i told you before !

haha, my aconite is so silly. never remembers anything.

like your math homework yesterday, hm? completely forgot to do it!

so cute.<3

read 17:38

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was unsuccessful ! please try again later .

𝟯.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:12 december 14th, 2024

unknown number

who is that boy?

you

?

unknown number

the one sitting across from you.

he keeps looking at you.

he keeps touching you. its pissing me off.

who is he?

you

he’s my friend

unknown number

sure.

well see how long that lasts. :)

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you looked up from your phone, glancing towards bennett, and then around the small cafeteria which was packed with people, a shiver running down your spine.

whoever was texting you was here, and they were watching you.

𝟰.

‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

12:58 december 17th, 2024

unknown number

my beloved aconite, arent you supposed to be in class rigjt now?

right ***

ignore that.

and, most importantly, arent you supposed to be paying attention?

come on darling, on your phone in the one class i so happen to be in?

you can do this in chemistry or something. dont do it just when i so happen to be near you. i know for a fact you dont do this in any other class.

anyways, see you later ❤️❤️

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you have started a chat !

09:27 december 18th, 2024

you

BENNETT

HELP KE

NE

ME

benny

Huh? Wht happened? R u ok?

you

NO

THERE’S THIS GHY

OR GIRL I DON’T KNOW

AND I THINK HE’S STALKING ME OR SOMETHING

benny

Huh?? Wdym?

you

LIKE

OKAY I DON’T KNOW IF HE’S STALKING ME

BUT HE’S GIVING ME REALLY FREAKY VIBES

HE KEEPS TEXTING ME

AND HE SAW ME TALKING TO YOU

AND THEN HE ASKED ABT THAT

AND HE WAS LIKE “HE WON’T BE YOUR FRIEND FOR LONG 🙂”

AND AND AND

APPARENTLY HE’S IN MY MATH CLASS???

AND HE SAW ME ON MY PHONE

JND TEHN HE TEXTED ME AND SCOLED ME

HELP WHAT DO I DO

benny

Just block him

you

I TRIED

IT’S NOT WORKING??

benny

Well I dont think u can do anything abt it besides that

Bc u dont hv any proof that he has any malicious intent

So uhm maybe just ignore him

Maybe hes just trolling u

you

yeah

maybe

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you let out a sigh, putting your phone face down and burying your face in your arms.

what could you even do at this point? you didn’t have any proof they had any bad intent, and you couldn’t block them.

this whole situation was starting to freak you out. it didn’t help that you were pretty emotional and easily scared.

maybe you should look on the positive side. hey, someone finally has a crush on you!

you swallowed hard, breathing rapidly, heart racing. you buried your face deeper in your arms, scared of what was to come from this whole situation.

𝟲.

you exhaled shakily, a small fog appearing from it. you were shivering, the outside cold pinpricking your skin like tiny needles.

choosing fashion over warmth probably hadn’t been a good idea, but who cared? you liked dressing up. it was worth sacrificing your comfort for something you enjoyed! plus you would’ve been cold either way. it would be heated enough in the classroom anyway.

at least you hoped it would be.

you walked at moderately fast pace to your school, putting in your earbuds. you scrolled down your playlist on spotify, finally finding the song you had been craving to listen to. you clicked the play button on it, refraining from humming along to it.

you found yourself repeatedly glancing behind yourself, even though each time you looked no one was there. every time there was even the slightest of rustling able to penetrate through the sound of the music you were listening to, you’d jump, paranoid.

ever since you had received the first message, you had been on edge, and for good reason. this whole situation was extremely different from what you experienced in your day to day life.

before this, you hadn’t even known of anyone liking you romantically. it wasn’t that everyone hated you or something, you were just pretty shy, which led others to socialize with and notice you less.

a lot less.

it was a bit disappointing, but at least you had a few friends.

you had been lost in your train of thought too long. as you walked forward mindlessly, you hadn’t noticed a figure also walking in front of you.

you crashed into the person and staggered a little before regaining your balance.

luckily the person didn’t fall or anything, but instead stood rigid like a stone wall.

you gasped out a few apologizes, repeatedly saying “sorry”.

but you immediately shut up when the person turned around and when electric purple eyes met your own.

you swallowed hard, freezing as the person scowled at you.

𝟳.

“watch where you’re going,” the person muttered, still scowling at you. her loosely braided hair—a shade of bright purple, similar to that of an aconite, with some lighter purple highlights within it—fell down the front of her shoulder, and she pushed it back. the motion itself was filled with pure elegance and grace.

”i- uhm, sorry,” you mumbled, your neck getting hotter as you lowered your head a little in shame.

the girl rolled her eyes.

even that was full of daintiness and fluidity.

she sighed the slightest bit, seeming to soften a little.

”it’s fine, i guess. just watch where you’re going in the future.”

she mumbled those words quickly before turning and walking away briskly, pulling out her phone and rapidly texting someone whilst walking.

the sharp clicking of her heels was the only thing heard in the crisp and cold morning air.

suddenly, your phone buzzed. you took it out, hands trembling the tiniest bit.

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‎‎‎unknown number has started a chat !

07:54 december 19th, 2024

unknown number

where are you?

youre in class by this time.

read 07:54

unknown number

answer me.

read 08:01

unknown number

stop fucking leaving me on read.

read 08:04

you have blocked unknown number !

…

your block was successful !

𝟴.

22:39 december 20th, 2024

unknown number

youre going to regret this so, so much my pretty aconite.

im going to pick all your petals off.

one

by

one. <3

your message was not able to be sent ! you may have been blocked by the recipient . if not, please try again later . if the problem persists, please contact customer support .

𝟵.

a few days had passed since you had blocked the number.

now you sat in class, chin placed in the palm of your arm. you felt eerily drowsy, but knew it was just because of how bored you were. the teacher droned on and on about some sort of math formula. you didn’t bother listening, knowing it would only make your head hurt if you tried to understand what was going on.

you were snapped out of your sleepy daze when the teacher said something about a “group project”. she said there would be groups of three or four, and that groups would be predetermined, but you could request to be put in a group with someone else.

the person sitting in front of you passed you the slip to request to be put into a group with someone.

you passed it to the person behind you after realizing what the slip was for.

you just had to be assigned a group project in the class you had no friends in. it could’ve been in literally any other class, but no, instead it was in the class where you barley knew anyone.

you didn’t put anyone on the slip because you barley knew anyone in the class, and the people you knew probably were already going to put someone else on the paper.

you put your head down in your arms, closing your eyes, listening to the erratic chatter around you.

what you didn’t notice was that, on the slip, someone had already put your name down alongside theirs.

𝟭𝟬.

you sighed softly, finally done with school for the day. you opened the door to your house, and were hit by the strong and unmistakable aroma of your favorite meal. 

you stepped into your house, closing the door quietly and setting your backpack down. you greeted your mom, who greeted you back. she stood in the kitchen, cooking your favorite meal.

”can you go to the store for me? i need salt for this, but we ran out,” your mom stated, gesturing towards what she was cooking.

you nodded silently, turning to leave. you opened the door, closed it, and started walking to the store.

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upon entering, you couldn’t help but notice how empty it was. usually there were at least a few other people, but right now you could only spot around four.

you walked around the store but, even after ten minutes of sauntering around, couldn’t find the salt for some reason. maybe you were going blind or something.

you decided to ask an employee, timidly walking up to one and tapping him on the shoulder.

he turned around, bright purple eyes meeting your own. a scowl, which didn’t quite seem to fit him, adorned his pretty face. his hair was a dull shade of purple, and light wispy bangs fell on his forehead. his skin was extremely clear and pale like porcelain, and looked as if it could shatter any second. the resemblance to a doll he bore was uncanny.

”what?” he snapped, glaring at you through his bangs.

”uhm, sorry to bother you, but, uh, do you.. do you know where the salt is?” you asked, fidgeting a little with your fingers.

he let out a long, deep sigh.

”yes. follow me,” he muttered, already walking towards the isle.

you followed in suit.

𝟭𝟭.

tentatively, you looked up from your hands to see who was in your group.

the first person you laid your eyes upon was a girl with light blue hair tied into an elegant and sleek ponytail with a black ribbon with golden streaks. she had a small beauty mark under one of her eyes, which were a pale shade of blue, matching her hair.

sitting beside her was a guy who was a bit taller than her. he had green eyes and messy honey-yellow hair that was tied into a ponytail with a scarlet red ribbon.

you moved your gaze to the last person.

he seemed oddly familiar, like you had seen him somewhere before. you couldn’t quite remember where though, maybe at park or store?

he had feathery bangs which fell down his forehead in a almost perfect matter. his hair itself seemed to be styled in a jellyfish cut of sorts, and was a dim shade of lavender. his eyes matched the color of his hair, and were narrowed to form a scowl on his pretty face. his skin was eerily pale, almost like porcelain.

the boy who you were just looking at let out what seemed to be an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at something.

the blonde boy spoke up first.

”so, uhm.. hi. i’m thoma.”

following in suit, you all said your names after him.

thoma spoke again.

”do you guys have a phone number or something we can use to contact each other with for the project? i already have ayaka’s, so i just need you boths’.” 

scaramouche shook his head.

”i don’t have access to my phone right now,” he muttered, still scowling

”oh.”

”we, uhm, we can use instagram or something to message each other?” you said, the slightest hint of nervousness lacing your voice.

”sure,” ayaka said.

scaramouche and thoma nodded in agreement.

you all wrote down your usernames on a piece of paper.

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once you got home, you took out your phone, typing all their usernames into the search bar and following them one by one. after doing so, you added them all to a group chat.

𝟭𝟮.

you have started a chat !

18:12 december 27th, 2024

you

hi

@.lookingforthoma

Hello.

@.hidingfromayaka

🤑

@.flowers4sc4ra

hi. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

LMAOO WHY IS UR USERNAME THAT

UR ALWAYS SO EMO BUT NOW

”FLOWERS4SC4RA”

LMOA LMOA

@.flowers4sc4ra

shut the fuck up.

you

pls stop

@.flowers4sc4ra

sorry. ig.

@.hidingfromayaka

OMFG

HE KIST

USYT

JUST

SAID SORRY

TO U

SHEJSHWJAHAAKAKWK

you

okay anyway

there’s two parts on the project

i was thinking we could split up into teams of two and then each do one part or smth?

idk man 😭😭

@.lookingforthoma

That sounds good.

@.flowers4sc4ra

ok.

@.hidingfromayaka

i call dibs on working with ayaka 😛😛

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𝟭𝟯.

you stood in front of his house’s door, rocking back onto your heels and then up onto your toes, nervous. you clutched the bag you were holding—of which was filled with notebooks and various school supplies.

you were anxious, waiting for scaramouche to answer the door. it had only been a minute, but to you it felt like ten.

you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. you didn’t know why or how or when or where, just that you had a bad gut feeling.

but you shook it off, knowing you had to work on the project.

all of the sudden the door opened, slamming against the wall in a violent manner, making you flinch a little, torn out of your thoughts.

you glanced at the doorway, laying your eyes on the indigo-haired boy.

”uhm, hi,” you mumbled, swallowing nervously.

”hi,” he replied, voice and face blank; devoid of any emotion, “uh, d’you wanna come in?”

you uttered a small okay, walking inside after he shuffled a little to the side.

“we can work in the living room, i guess.”

you nodded silently, following scaramouche as he walked to the living room.

--

upon arriving, you placed your bag—which you had been clutching so hard your knuckles had turned white—down. you both sat down on the ground, and, after taking your things out, started working on the project.

scaramouche was sitting slightly behind you, doing his part of the project. once every few minutes, he would lean his head over your shoulder—face almost touching it—in order to see what progress you had made.

your heart beat much, much faster every time he did it, face getting hot.

and of course that didn’t go unnoticed by scaramouche.

--

around an hour after working on the project, you asked scaramouche where the bathroom was.

”straight, then go left,” he said. he didn’t even glance up at you as he told you where to go, just continued writing on the notebook splayed out in front of him.

you got up, walking out of the living room and straight like he said.

only problem was you didn’t quite remember if he had said to go right or left after going straight.

you decided to go right, and came across a door. assuming it was the bathroom, you opened it.

you really wished you hadn’t after you saw what was inside.

𝟭𝟰.

after you had opened the door and seen what was inside, you really wished you hadn't.

inside there were hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of photographs. they were plastered all over the walls, overlapping each other. they covered the ground, the walls, the ceiling, everything. the only things in the room besides that were a bed, a desk, and a computer monitor, which was lit up.

the bright screen blared at you, enticing you to come look.

the monitor displayed pictures of a house, probably running from security cameras or the like.

but it wasn't just any house, no.

it was your house.

your room.

your kitchen.

your living room.

your fucking house.

a wave of dizziness and nausea hit you. you felt sick to your stomach, leaning on the doorway for support.

then you heard something clattering behind you, falling to the floor.

you looked behind you, eyes wide.

scaramouche was standing there, frozen. he had dropped his phone to the ground, which had a photo of you working on the project opened on it.

”why the fuck are you in my room?” he burst out, almost yelling at you.

his room?

you became even more still than you were before, if that was even physically possible.

”y-you- your room?” you uttered, voice audibly shaking.

scaramouche just glared at you, hands fisted up.

then he took a step toward you.

you, in turn, stepped backwards.

the slightest rusting of paper was heard—presumably some of the photographs getting crushed underneath your feet.

he walked closer.

you backed away.

it was a vicious cycle which eventually ended when you bumped into a wall. some photographs fell down to the floor from the motion.

scaramouche cornered you in, staring at you with an unknown glint in his eyes.

it was a combination of everything you had made him fucking feel—obsession, anger, lovesickness, loathing.

he leaned in towards you, mouth almost touching your ear from how close he was. his hot breath fanned across your neck.

”well, since you’ve already seen everything, there’s no point in letting you leave now, hm? not when you’re right where i want you, my beloved aconite,” he whispered, pulling away. scaramouche grinned.

he stared at you with a mixture of emotions in his eyes, but the most prominent was limerence.

 “you’re finally all mine. my aconite.”

[cindylcuwho]

do hcs of enemies to lovers w chris pleaseee

“ childhood friends? ★ “

— ꒰ 🍒 summary ꒱ headcanons about going from childhood enemies to falling in love at the junior dance. — ꒰ 🐁 warnings ꒱ angst to fluff, nothing else. 1700 words. — ꒰ 💭 madds note ꒱ idek what i’m talking abt in this yall im so tired 😭

elementary school

— you weren’t sure what you did to offend chris enough to make him hate you as much as he did. in fact you two were good friends and then one day in first grade he didn’t swing on the swings with you.

— chris knew though, and he never could seem to let it go. he’s the youngest of the triplets, and one of his biggest fears is people liking his brothers more.

— you were his best friend, you just worked in a way that made him feel like he’d be seen lesser compared to either one of his brothers.

— you did everything together, even had your mom pack an extra dessert so neither chris or you would get the smaller uneven amount of a broken up one.

— but on a certain day chris had stayed home sick with a stomach bug, he spent the whole day watching cartoons and trying to convince justin to let him call your house phone on his phone later.

— soon time had passed when school got out and when nick and matt came running through the door they were extra giddy. both of them spent the rest of the day practically bragging about how much fun you three had together.

— nick, who talked about how easily you chased him down during a game of freeze tag, and matt, who mentioned sitting next to you during class, and playing on the swings.

— on his swing, next to you in his seat. chris couldn’t believe it. he didn’t show up for one day and you’re swingset buddies with his own brother?

— about a week later when he was able to go back to school, chris was still livid about it. matt didn’t mention a second time you swung on the swingset together, but he could only assume it did in fact happen.

— during class you acted like nothing happened, finger painting like you normally would. he kept his anger chill, but with shorter replies and eyes rolls.

— you assumed it was just the coming-over-being-sick mood swings. but short replies was nothing like chris, even as a little seven year old that kid would talk for hours if allowed.

— ‘fine then’ he thought. recess started and chris stayed far away from the swingset. instead he just played basketball with some of his other friends.

— since then short replies and eye rolls is all you knew chris as. it did kinda hurt, i mean he was your closest friend and then a week after him not showing up to school he comes back a whole different person.

middle school

— by sixth grade his ‘hatred’ for you only made you grow an annoyance for him.

— he would constantly pull on your hair pulling you back on his desk, and even made attempts to trip you every now and then.

— often times you’d be confused about what you even did to make him act this way. even nick and matt were confused ‘cause at home he never acted poorly.

— the teacher thought it’d be a good idea to group you two together and said it’d help you grow close again.

— that barely worked. chris didn’t want to study at your house, and he would make backhanded comments the whole time.

— the only time he was even remotely nice it was in front of his parents, would even invite you to stay over for dinner knowing it was what marylou would want to hear.

— those kind five second gestures backfired. heavily.

— chris was trying to play mario kart with justin, but was pulled away and being told he had to go shopping for nice clothes since he was taking you to the upcoming dance.

— he was moaning and groaning the whole time. meanwhile nick and matt and teasing him about his “crush” on you.

— poor little you was under the impression that chris himself wanted to take you, not that he was being forced. and it didn’t help when he seemed genuinely happy while jimmy was making you guys pose in front of the garage.

— the idea of him beginning to like you again was crushed as soon as you walked into the dance. chris avoided you all night, even going as far as having his friends tell you he went home.

— he didn’t, you knew he didn’t. chris wasn’t slick at all and you saw him talking it up with stacy hoover by the gym water fountain.

— that’s when you decided he was officially an enemy.

— chris was prepared for you to hit back with your own snarky comments and eye rolls, but he loved a challenge.

— the classroom turned into a practical war zone, the teacher had to do the most to keep you separated after you and him ruined each others clothes with paint.

high school

— chris hadn’t seen you all summer. he couldn’t even recognize you walking into the new school grounds as a freshman.

— your hair was better, slimmer figure and new clothes. he was immediately jealous seeing someone try and talk to you the first five minutes of school.

— you didn’t share many classes during freshman year, but still managed to bicker at the lunch table even after being placed at opposite ends.

— sophomore year was almost the same, except this time chris was the one to have a huge glow up.

— you weren’t a liar by any means, so saying he was unattractive would be a huge sin. but sadly, you weren’t the only one to notice.

— you were completely aware of the stares he got, and for some odd reason they made you feel jealous. that’s when nick was convinced you two were in love, but you kept swearing it would never happen.

— chris didn’t believe it for one second when matt talked to him about you taking an interest in him. you two were at a constant battle - to like him would be like a spaceship crashing down after an attempt to go to space.

— junior year everything changed.

— you two still weren’t fond, but you had completely given up fighting with him and he couldn’t believe it.

— “im done, okay? you win, chris. you win.” you didn’t even slam your locker, you delicately closed it and handed him a paper with what he needed to do for the group project before walking off.

— he didn’t back off, but he wasn’t as harsh. there was still eye rolls but he stopped with the comments, and the attempts to humiliate you.

— when dance season came again, chris was considering asking if you had a date. ‘not ‘cause he cares’ (he did so much) but because he didn’t want to go alone.

— chris was lividly butthurt over you for the second time in his life. he heard from nick who heard from madi who heard from jason who heard him his best friend dylan that you said yes to going with michael.

— you looked beautiful that night. what a shame michael never came though. you didn’t find out until years later, but matt decided enough was enough and scared michael off, giving chris a clear opportunity to swoop in and be the good guy again.

— and he did. chris sat by you, secretly hoping michael would never walk through the doors. after an hour, he stood and pulled you to the middle of the gym, not wanting you to have a depressed night.

— you belong with me by taylor swift was playing, but you two still slow danced. your head was on his chest, and he was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

— when the song changed you two broke apart, but kept you heads close together. his nose brushed yours and the look in his eyes was no longer hatred, he was back to the same seven year old that you brought extra desserts for, and were about to kiss.

— it wasn’t the best kiss you guys shared. it was both of your first times so there was no guide into it, but it was still cute.

— the rest of the school year you two were a lot more kinder to each other, offering to walk each other to a class, borrowing pencils when you both did in fact have one.

— the secret kisses too. anytime no one was looking chris instantly would catch your lips with his. overtime it got more riskier, but that only added fun to keeping secrets.

— by senior year every single one of your friends was suspicious. they all interrogated nate first, considering he’s who chris would tell anything.

— he didn’t fess anything up, but when alahna offered free mcdonalds after every hockey game he spilled the beans.

— chris wasn’t mad, he was waiting for it to happen. he spent almost a week dodging questions about your now not-so-secret kissing adventures from nick and matt.

— at a family dinner, nick decided to talk about how friendly you two have gotten and everybody was able to connect the dots.

— marylou had a talk with chris, saying if he wanted to ask you out he had to do it the right way, in person, preferably on a date, and make sure you didn’t feel pressured.

— and that’s what he did. well, what a seventeen going on eighteen year old could do.

— he didn’t have the big youtube money yet so the most he could afford was taco bell. it was okay though, you admired the effort.

— he followed the steps, but ended up getting words gambled and asking if you felt like his girlfriend. it was funny though, so laughing your head off you said yeah, and chris asked if for a quick moment so he could restart.

— then all of a sudden you’re graduating. your last name was before theirs so chris made nick carry him on his shoulders so he could see you accept the paper thing.

— after a year or two, you were a special guest on the podcast and when making a joke about the rivalry, chris went on a ten minute rant about how he was jealous you swung with someone else.

— after finding out that though you decided to buy a swing set as a christmas gift him to put in the backyard.

— ꒰ ☀️ ꒱ @freshloveee , @mattscoquette , @itzdarling , @freshloveforthefit , @junnniiieee07 .

[ollie-supports]

Can I have some transmadd tips :3 one of our alters is questioning if that’s them and he wants help

- ❗️potentially triggering content under more❗️

- do you have other tips you think could help? a reply with them would be appreciated! if you would rather your tips stay anonymous, you can message me with them and i'll reply with it myself!

- did i accidentally say something triggering/disrespectful? please tell me so i can fix it! i am not perfect so i will make mistakes, but i am trying my best!

hello there, of course!! just do one thing for me, alright? make sure the antis dont get to ya! theyre very uninformed, its no good to stress over them!

first off, most madd daydreams are complex and even follow a sort of storyline! your daydreams do not have to be in chronological order, but they do tend to be in the same sort of "universe." i have about 5 different universes! you can have much more, of course. i usually use the same "cast" of characters in them too, such as my father figure in all of them and my other friends being in some universes and some not! so, i would suggest taking some time to plan out your universes! give yourself some time to think of the main scenario, and for me whatever happens next just happens! if you have trouble with that, though, take some time to think of a plot as well!

secondly, my daydreams will just begin out of nowhere, immediately sucking me into those universes. if you have trouble with this, i would suggest an interval timer with long intervals between it! or maybe setting alarms at random-ish times? whatever works for you!

third of all, an important thing to mention is that maladaptive daydreams can last hours. this is not every time, my shortest is about 10 minutes and it usually ends before the hours up! if you can't maintain a daydream that long yet, then i would suggest slowly building up to longer daydreams! increase it by 1-10 minute/s every time, using whatever works best for you to do so! once youve built up your sort of "endurance," vary the time of your daydream! if you have trouble with this, i would use a random number generator and a timer!

most importantly, stay safe!!! without proper care, these universes can become stressful to leave. make sure to find happiness in this universe and make sure you accept that your daydream universes are coping mechanisms!

best of luck to you and your alter!! it may take some time to get it how you want, but i believe in you!! much love! (/p, plantonic!) 🌸

❗️CHILD NEGLECT MENTION❗️

also, madd is usually (not always, so this isnt required!) a trauma response. in order to cope with how horrific the real world can be, beings with madd will hide in their fantasy worlds! if you have traumas you believe could be comforted via any scenario, then that would be a great universe idea! (for example, i was a victim of child neglect my whole life, so in one of my universes my father figure adopted me from my current irl household when i was 3 years old! the daydreams consist of him raising me!)