theirmadness

[theirmadness]

can’t wait for sotr era so there’s a surge of thg canon muses 😢

[theirmadness]

@hartlines, mwah.

“ don't say that, sam. ” the words come out softer than she means them—she doesn't feel the need to be sharp or cold. just... tired. not of him. she doesn't think she could be tired of his cute smile and his kind eyes. but, she is tired of this. the blood, the tragedy, the horror.

and the way he always looks at her like she shouldn't have to do this. like he's a burden. her fingers are steady as she finishes the last stitch, but her throat tightens anyway. she swallows it down. keeps her head bowed over his skin so he won't see her face just yet.

“ you don't owe me anything. ”

she says it like a fact. because it is. because if she lets herself believe she's doing this to be owed something, it all falls apart. she finally looks up. her hands are still bloody. her eyes are tired. “ i'm not doing this because i have to. i'm doing it because i don't like the thought of you bleeding. ” a beat. her voice drops lower. “ so if you really want to thank me… ” she hesitates. not because she doesn't know what to say, but because saying it out loud makes it real. and vulnerable.

carmen hates vulnerability. she was raised to believe it's weakness.

“ …don't shut me out, next time. let me be there. even if it's messy. especially if it's messy. ” another pause. “ i don't want to come in when it's too late... and you're already hurt... i want to be part of the fight. i'm not... some damsel in distress you have to protect. ” gently—almost too gently for the girl he's met two days ago, who's all bite and latin sass, she adds: “ i want to matter. the way you do. i want to be brave, like you are. ” she hesitates just for a moment before taking his hand. squeezing it to let him feel how much she means it.

HELP MY MUSE WASH OFF BLOOD FROM THEIR BODY

@theirmadness — Carmen Lopez

Killing never gets any easier, and perhaps it’s a good thing it doesn’t: he doesn’t dare to think of the day when cutting someone’s head (or something’s, as is often the case) was just par for the course—for that to happen, something inside him would have to be numb.

He, however, would like to feel less uneasy when he does it, as it’s part of his job to do so, whether he likes it or not. It shouldn’t be Carmen who takes care of him afterward, tending to his wounds with butterfly stitches and cleaning up the blood from his exposed skin, which isn’t entirely his.

"Thank you… for doing this."

He’s generalizing, but he’s grateful for more than one thing, and he’s trying his best to remain still.

"I don’t know how to repay you."

[theirmadness]

she'd blame it on toxic human hormones coursing through her body. clouding her judgement. making her... feel. it's disgusting. but she... had time to prepare herself, familiarise herself to the notion of it all.

abaddon wasn't foolish enough to think, even for a second, that he would want this. he didn't want her, he didn't want a relationship with her. he barely even wanted to do what he was created to do—but still, she thought that perhaps... if she reminded him of the glory that they could achieve together—it was useless. he did not seek glory, or their lord's approval. he sought only to exist, until his end came. it was so... pathetic. so human of him. she goes through a myriad of emotions.

anger, betrayal, hurt, sorrow, grief. but most of all: hatred. it burns in her like infernal flames, and she tastes it on her tongue like blood and bile. she swallows, hard, the grip of his hand is familiar, the sting of a blade just threatening to pierce the flesh, even more so. perhaps he's her punishment, after all. “ you're weak. ” she spits. he would do it.

he's done it before. but his flesh had been only human, then. still, she doesn't want to take any risks. “ and pathetic. i should get rid of it msyelf not to spread your disease any further. ” but she won't. she pushes him off her with meaning behind it—shaking. it's barely there, but to his trained eye? he'd see it. the only sign she's upset besides the anger, and the venom in her eyes. “ what a disappointment. ”

LACKING EVERY CHANCE TO GET RID OF HER, HE GRUDGINGLY SETTLED WITH TOLERANCE. Descended back into madness, went on killing sprees with her and somehow made her presence more bearable this way. Old times revived, wasn't too bad. But their bickering never died, however. Cain shrouds himself in vehement denial still and would do so even if the fruit below her heart were already big enough to swell her belly. His glare survives Abaddon's monologue in silence, although confusion pinches his brows together at her implication that this... this thing could convince him to what? Love her? The scoff such lures from him says it all.

The mention of Adam, at least, fails to sway him.

" I don't have to explain to you what we are. And what a child of our blood would be doomed to become. " Which he won't accept. It's her besmirching Abel's name that prompts him to bridge the remaining distance between them. One hand grabbing her throat, its counterpart unsheathing his hunting knife to hold its blade into sight. " You want this abomination to live? " A warning, unblinking stare pins her, the knife's peak guided down on her while each word sounds as calm as can be:

" Then run. Run away and never... " A subtle shake of his head ere he releases her with a decided push. " Never come back. " An opportunity granted; for Abaddon to try and play mother and for Cain to know her gone.

[theirmadness]

rowena is no stranger to fear.

but this fear she feels now, with him—this fear is unlike the fear of survival. this fear of failure—it's a fear she does not know well. even before she was who she became to survive, rowena had been...

confident. sure of herself. sure in her skills, her tenacity. she had many gods throughout her centuries on earth, but the one thing she always believed in was herself. she makes a soft scoffing sound when he pulls her in and reminds her that he is, indeed, old as humanity is. adam and eve's firstborn son. she cannot compete with that, but, she still gives him a stubborn look. always reluctant to admit such things.

she leans into his arms, allowing his presence to still the raging storm brewing inside her. her eyes fall shut, enjoying the gentle caresseses.

“ it's been so long since i've been afraid to fail. ” an admission, a soft whisper. she opens her eyes to meet his—the blue infinity that cain holds, staring at her with such devotion. when was the last time she had been looked at this way, and felt something similar in return? she can't help but smile, one of her hands cupping his cheek. she's grown used to the feeling of his beard, on her palm. the shape of his jaw.

her words, sealed with a kiss on his chin, as she thumbs the spot under his eye. determined. “ then i suppose we'll be afraid together. ”

TERRIFIED WOULD BEST DESCRIBE WHAT THEY BOTH FEEL. Rowena is not alone with this, even though Cain can't object her self-reflection on being a terrible mother— look at Crowley, evidence on two legs. And Cain himself was the blueprint for all the absent fathers out there. He can't help but simper in response to all this doubt pouring out of her, how utterly endearing it is to know there lives such vulnerability within this force of nature. He doesn't interrupt Rowena, lets her vent all that's coursing through her head certainly since days on end. The caresses she plants to his skin an effortless reward.

Until she mentions her age.

Cain huffs a quiet laugh rooted in genuine amusement, whereas skepticism soon tugs at his brows. " Love, you are speaking to someone as old as humanity itself. " That's when he withdraws his hands from Rowena's cheeks to pull her into a warm embrace instead.

Apropos humanity... when did he last feel so human? Fingers of one hand carding through her ginger locks, he dips his head just enough to mutter close by an ear: " If it helps, I'm as afraid as you are. And there was a time where... offspring was unthinkable for me. " Which they both know too well. No need digging deeper into that abyss. Then he inches back just enough to restore eye contact, habitually grim mien still softened; as always when he looks at her. His old, forgotten self would call him pathetic. " But now. With you? I am willing to try. "

[theirmadness]

@hartlines, mwah.

penny laughs. it's a little too high-pitched and light. her legs are swinging in the air where she's perched on the examining table. she wasn't one to visit the doctor all the often. the clinic sounded awful. until she saw the handsome doctor that one time she came in with a friend, and the rash was the perfect excuse for some time alone.

“ you're funny, ” she purrs, pushing golden locks back, out of the way, and all but pushing her chest forward. “ yeah, i'd like you to put it on yourself. wanna make sure it's done right. don't wanna lose my tan line—can you imagine? ” she tugs down one pink strap to reveal a faint bikini line. “ you sunbathe much, doc? you look a little pale. ”

It’s a rash alright, and nothing she should be worrying about, but it may be taking House too long to explain that to Mrs… Mrs… Mrs. Perky Boobs (he’s given up remembering) because she’s chosen to altogether remove her shirt rather than just give him a run-of-the-mill sneak peek.

"Oh—no, you’ll be fine; it’s just allergic dermatitis."

At least he remains (as) professional (as he can).

"A little cortisone cream, and you’ll be breaking men’s hearts in no time… see, if you want, I can put it on you myself."

[theirmadness]

she doesn't just watch him now. irene studies him, devours him with her eyes. she takes her time with it, like she’s deciding which part of him she wants first. like he's a meal she wants to savour, not a man.

and then, she moves. slow and feline in nature. the scrape of her chair against the floor is barely audible over the music and chatter in the room, the sounds of people living their lives and indulging in guilty pleasures... but the tension it creates is deafening. she crosses the distance between them without asking permission—because she doesn't need to. because jim, leaning closer himself, had asked for it.

he said she wanted to taste the forbidden. so be it.

she leans in, one hand planting lightly on the table beside his, the other brushing up the line of his sleeve, not quite touching skin. not yet. It's the promise of the touch that lingers heavy in the air between, charged with tension. jim is the sort of man who enjoys toying with his food more than he does eating it. she knew it from the start.

her mouth is close enough that he can taste the ghost of her breath when she speaks, low and unhurried. “ you know, you're not the first man in my life to think he's dangerous, ” she whispers, eyes locked on his. “ but you are the first to think i'd be afraid of that. ”

her fingers find his collar, smooths the fabric there.

there's a pause. intentionally intimate. she's assessing the situation. giving him one last chance to lie.

“ i don’t want your secrets, james. i want you. the part of you that gets hot when someone stops pretending. ” a beat. her lips hover near his jaw now, just shy of touching. “ you came here for something only i can give you, ” she breathes. “ so why don't you stop pretending you're in control of this conversation and tell me what you really want. ” she pulls back half an inch—just enough to make him feel the distance. but her fingers don't leave his collar. they tug, gently. promising something more, something dangerous. “ i’m right here, darling. and i’m not scared to play. not even a little. ”

Irene Irene Irene, what a Pandora’s box she was, always playing with others yet there was something about her that made James’ mind tick, to dig into that pretty mind of hers and tear it to pieces until he found the source. Whilst he was sure her body could give him much pleasure it would always be her mind he would be most interested in, still, it didn't mean he could try a bit of both if he felt the opportunity arise. It would be a good way of reaffirming who was in charge, she seemed to be more emotionally driven than him, a weakness. Leaning forward as he walked across the mediocre flooring he could almost smell what happened in some of these rooms, not that he was complaining, he admired anyone who had a talent for manipulating people, including by sex.

James had done the same a few times, he still preferred methods of the mind, one of the reasons his attraction to her was mostly because of how different she was, she was far from boring, and he knew it would make him furious if he disappointed him, betrayed him, he had to start now. Getting up from the table, he leant closer to her, a smile mirroring hers before he sat back down. He didn't look away from her cleavage, it was a move he was sure worked on most, an attempt to make them feel hot under the collar, instead, he looked at her as someone taking in the details of a painting. “I wouldn't mind if we did, don't you like dancing? Interesting choice of wording there, you need to be much more careful with your words” he teased. “If anything you desire to do me don't you? To taste the forbidden knowing how easily I could kill you after, admit it and just perhaps I'll tell you why I'm here.”

@theirmadness

[theirmadness]

@musedbyalli from here.

if she were completely honest…

hermione would admit that she was surprised to be alive. she had gotten her affairs in order, and she expected to not be here, right now. the point was for harry to survive. the point had always been for harry to survive. although, she had figured out early on, that harry would have to die… that had been dumbledore's plan, all along, she had not expected to make it out, herself. she was fully ready to die.

but here she was. alive. reasonably well. as reasonably as one can expect, after surviving a war.

admittedly, the last person she had expected to be commensurating that fact with was severus snape. yet, here they both were. she looks at him with a kind smile on her lips. there are bags under her eyes. she does not sleep much, these days. “ rather unexpected, yes. ” the fact he, would be seen as a hero… the man whose robes she had once set on fire… “ i suppose neither of us expected to be here. but i am glad we are. i am glad… you are. i hope you know that… severus. ”

it's so strange, using his first name. but she's an adult now.

no longer his student, they are on equal grounds. there is no need for formalities. specially given the fact she had been the one to save his life.

[theirmadness]

❝ howdy, viktor. ain't ya just cute as a button. ❞ she twirled on the spot before sauntering closer to them, a smirk wide as it spread across her lipstick-smudged lips. ❝ it's nice to meetcha. i gotta ask... what's a cute lil' thing like ya doin' round these parts, all on ya own? it's dangerous out here, yanno. but don't worry. i'll protect ya. ain't nothin' nor nobody gonna hurt ya 's long as ya with harls! no, sir! ❞

“  so  i  am  not  that  creative  ,  &&  rhyming  is  not  my  style  ,  but  i'm  viktor  .  ”

[theirmadness]

i need ai to stop stealing my dashes and elipses and favorite words bc i dont need ppl thinking im using ai in my writing while overusing dashes and stuff when im just dramatic

[theirmadness]

@heroexxs was supposed to be her way in.

that was all. he wasn't supposed to be anything else. how many men like him had she been with? this time, everything felt different. from the way that she had used her real name to the profession that she had chosen. ballet had been how she expressed herself since she was a child. this mission, had been too personal from the start. she knew that she had fucked up. never let yourself get attached. that was crucial.

and up until this point, she never had. she was good at her job. but the way that he presses into the barrel of the gun, the way that he could've taken it from her by now, the way that they both know he has the upper hand right now... and yet, he chooses to remain as he is, letting her choose whether or not she was going to pull the trigger, completely putting his life into her hands. why did he trust her so?

even after finding out that she lied to him... he trusted her. she could not understand it. ❝ i have to choose? do you not want to live? ❞ but it wasn't about that. she knew it, and so did he. she stood there for a moment longer, and with a frustrated groan, she lowered her hand. it frustrated her, it infuriated her. but god, she couldn't go through with it. even if it meant she failed her mission. ❝ you're a stupid man. ❞

her voice was weak, lacking the conviction it held before. her eyes were on his lips. all she could think about was how badly she wants to be in his arms. she had never felt safer than she did in those arms...

"maybe i am." zeke said as he leaned ever so slightly against the barrel of her gun that was pressed against his forehead. there was no running away from this situation, and even if he wanted to, there was a large part of him that didn't want to. while he had his slight suspicions about her, the feelings that he had for her were real, even if her identity wasn't.

the beautiful ballerina that fell into his life due to his boss. it seemed almost too good to be true, but he fell right into this trap. with him gone, he knew that it would give her complete access to his boss, and that was the goal the whole time. whoever hired her, or whatever his motivation was, whatever she could do to complete her goal, he was just in her way.

"what's it gonna be?" zeke could see it in her eyes, her slight hesitation, and could sense the slight twitch in her left hand. he knew one quick movement and he could take the gun from her, but he stayed still and continued to lock eyes with her. it was almost like he was hopeful that she would feel one ounce of love that he had for her and change her mind.

"you have to pick, ana." he muttered. letting him go would cause a change of her plan, but with him out of the picture, it seemed almost guaranteed that she could complete her mission. "i can't pick for you."

[theirmadness]

as soon as wanda saw natasha coming out with the cake, adorned with a ridiculous amount of candles, the vvitch laughed. given nat's sense of humour, she shouldn't be surprised, but, she was amused. shaking her head, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, the book in her hand floating towards the bedside table as she gave the older female all her attention. ❝ you know, technically, it's suposed to be thirty-one. you're forgetting i missed out five years. ❞ wanda is, of course, teasing the redhead. she scoots closer to the edge of the bed. she hasn't really celebrated her birthday much since pietro's death...

but, she's trying to break out of that cycle. moving on.

"Happy birthday." Natasha grins as she brings out a cake with thirty six candles on it.

@theirmadness I told you, she thinks she's funny.

[theirmadness]

carmen could be a social butterfly when she wanted; mostly, to get something out of someone or a situation. but, if given the choice... she'd almost always pick staying home, particularly now that she had morgan around. to her, that was all the more reason for her to stay at home, wrapped up in the blonde's arms. it was her favourite place to be, even if she did enjoy dressing up and going out now and then.

with a smirk on her lips, she wraps her arms around @heroexxs's neck, not giving a damn that someone could snap a photo of them. they could talk and gossip for all she cared. she wasn't going to hide who she was, or who she was in love with. carmen was unafraid, that way. she was, and had always been, unapologetically herself. she likes to think that was one of the reasons the more reserved morgan stark was attracted to her, in the first place. they were the polar opposite.

❝ you want to get out of here. ❞ carmen teased, giving morgan a quick peck on her lips. she turned slightly to grab their drinks so she could finish both of them, before unwrapping herself from morgan, adjusting her clutch over her shoulder as she turned to offer the other woman her hand with a teasing smirk on her lips. ❝ well? ❞

"i know but…" she couldn't even finish her head was clouded with jealousy. she was sure that the brunette could see the steam coming out of her ears, but then again, she was right. she knew the minute she had carmen on her arm what she sighed up for, and still she had her waiting on every word. feeling her move closer and rest her hands on her thighs did calm her down slightly and she leaned in to wrap her arms around her waist.

"doesn't mean i like to see it," she grumbled more to herself before letting out a defeated sigh. she knew when to pick her battles and when that brunette had her in the palm of her hand, it was hard to say no. "maybe we shouldn't have gone out, i'd have you all to myself back at home." the blonde said with a little shrug as she leaned in a bit more. she knew she had to be careful; one snap of a picture or even just word of mouth would start some tabloid battle that she did not want to be involved with.

"what do you say? do you wanna get out of here?" she said with a little smile as she pulled the brunette a bit closer to her so she was situated between her legs.

[theirmadness]

@vyrulent, from here. ♡

❝ oh, not at all, darling. some of us are content with scraps. ❞

that had never been the case with her. not even before. she smirks as she watches the theatrical way in which he moves, stalking towards her with purpose. she's aware of his reputation, and she's not...

disappointed. at least, not yet. she can see the allure, the... enigma of him. she understands why so many fall at his feet. she doesn't move, leaning against the pillar herself as she waits for him to come to her. it's very clearly a game to her, as are all things, and she's always the one who sets the rules. if he wants to play, he has to learn to tango.

❝ wouldn't you like to know? ❞ birdie lets out a sultry laugh, blowing out the smoke from her cigarette in perfect circles. he's a fun one.

[theirmadness]

@vyrulent, from here. ♡

peter might be young... and a little naive...

but he wasn't stupid. he knew that those were just sweet words the vampire was whispering to him, to appease him, to flirt. peter lets out a breathless laugh as he looks up at the vampire, his eyes a little bit heavy. peter had become a... fang banger since the vamps came out.

with his gifts? the boy simply couldn't help himself from helping out. vampires could drink their fill, or as close as they could. peter would recover. at first, he'd been afraid that his blood might be radioactive.

it wasn't. ❝ how often does that line work? ❞ peter licks his lips, and he offers russell a smirk. the boy places one hand on the vampire's chest, the other snaking up so he could rest his arm over the other's shoulder. ❝ not that it's not not working on me, but... i'm curious. ❞

[theirmadness]

@vyrulent, from here. ♡

her blood is the sweetest nectar he has tasted in a while...

and that is high praise from the well-travelled count. in fact, it might just be the highest praise one could get from him. still relishing in the aftertaste of her blood, he offers her a smirk as she purrs her words.

the count can taste her arousal in the air. it's a thick scent, and it's as intoxicating as a strong wine might be to a human. ❝ i am not a man, my red flower. but i am most definitely wicked. ❞ he let go of her arm, so he could instead grab a fistful of red hair, bringing her in closer.

his other hand grabs a hold of her hip, holding her in place, though he doesn't think that he truly needs to. this one won't try to run at all. ❝ i think we should put that to the test. what do you say? ❞

[theirmadness]

@vyrulent, from here. ♡

he seems so casual about it; so nonchalant.

as if she just told him that the weather outside had changed. at first, she's shocked, but then, it dawns on her. this isn't a man. this is the monster that had changed her, turned her into this... this thing that she now is. he talks about if as if it's a story, and for a moment, she...

annamae lets out a laugh. ❝ you're a sick, sick bastard. ❞

her accent is thick, as she steps towards him. something about him has this... allure of danger, but she's not afraid. and she's not about to be cautious, either. ❝ i didn't mean to kill him. i was just so... hungry. what the hell happened to me? ❞ she was trying to keep her head. to remain calm, but the memories flooded her mind, and she was... lost.

her fangs were on full display now, and she let out a whimper as she felt them protuding into her lower lip. she raised a hand to touch the sharp tip with her fingers. ❝ oh, god. i'm a monster, aren't i? ❞

[theirmadness]

❝ god, yeah. ❞ betty felt seen. for the first time in ages, she felt like she was speaking to a true kindred spirit. someone who could truly understand what she felt like. ❝ it's like this dark cloud... no matter where i go, or how hard i try to run... it's always hanging over me. ❞

A huff passed his lips as he skimmed through the book in his hands. "And it seems like no matter how much I try to distance myself from it, it always catches up with me. Do you feel like that too?"