she hits like ecstasy

SCARLETT 'LOLITA' MADDOX; 21. Stripper. Casualty of society. "She is rotting quietly under her skirts with a melancholy smile, like the odour of violets given off by a decomposing body."

[lolitamaddox]

logan.

“Just fuck off, alright? I don’t want to talk about it.”

One week locked within the confines of her own mind was enough to drive Scarlett mad. Fortunately, her feelings for the man before her eyes had stolen what sanity she had left long before imprisonment could do it. It was the sense of powerlessness that had almost driven her to despair under Xavier’s iron grasp -- her whole life, Scarlett had been powerless. To be given power only for it to be taken away could break the weakest of men. But Scarlett was not a man -- she was a warrior. Always had been. She wore her lipstick like war paint, her words like daggers. She was untouchable; or at least, she had been until Logan had cut his way though the armour imprisoning her heart.

To see his face again made her realise it was all worth it. The sleepless nights. The starvation. The intrusive thoughts. The split knuckles and bruised thighs. Before she could stop herself, she was running at him, headlong, heedlessly sprinting, beating back the tiredness that tugged at her bones as she threw herself into his arms. Speechless, not even a thorny remark passed her lips as her arms snaked around his back, burying themselves in his coat, hot breaths against his skin as she at last allowed herself to cry, relief pouring through every inch of her mind. Logan was alive, and so was she. Right now, that was all she needed.

[ivyholloway-blog]

[lolitamaddox]

ivyholloway:

lolitamaddox 21, RSS, prostitute — i move through town, i’m quiet like a fight, and my necklace is of rope, i tie it and untie  

[lolitamaddox]

"Here, vomit in this."

“ёб твою́ мать!” 

Bile slipped from her throat, her stomach retching as she clutched the blonde’s arm to steady herself, and spilled into the contents of the leather bag. Designer, the marionette of a girl noticed between her restless retches. Crocodile skin across the straps. 

In another time, it was the sort of soulless child of capitalism that the materialistic woman would have lusted after in deep desperation for ownership. Ownership meant power, control, and the ability to at least try to fool herself that she was in charge of her decisions. Material items had little use to her now. Who cared about Armani when you were rotting in your grave?

The fingers of her free hand -- cold, despite her feverish temperature -- clutched at the loose strands of her rat-tail hair, dirty blonde roots creeping through peroxide locks, the ends fraying and bitter. Her stomach hurled again, the bitter taste of vomit stinging her throat. A sickness bug in a time like this. She was as good as dead.

“Why are you helping me?” The vixen spat, her hand reaching to wipe her mouth, drying her cracking lips. “It’s not exactly like I’ve ever done anything to help you.” As a child, she remembered reading A Streetcar Named Desire -- Blanche’s famous line ‘I have always depended on the kindness of strangers’ still haunting her to this day. Strangers were never kind. Not in her world, at least. They were always merely after something -- and it usually wasn’t pretty. 

Before she could wait for an answer, curiosity plaguing her hardened mind, her stomach was retching once more, vomit projected into the bag. So long, Louis Vuitton. 

[lolitamaddox]

Illness themed RP starters! (I'm going to get sad if I don't get any.)

"When is the last time you ate?"

"Let me get you a glass of water."

"You can lay down in my bed if you need to."

"Don't cry, you're going to be fine."

"You're safe, I've got you."

"You're fever's too high, you're delirious."

"Sleep it off."

"Can I get you anything?"

"Here, vomit in this."

"You've been out for days. I was worried you were dead."

"When is the last time you slept?"

"How bad does your stomach hurt?"

"How long have you had that cough?"

"Hold on. You're too sick to go anywhere."

"I'll get you a blanket, you're going to be here for a while."

"Let's go home, you're too sick."

"I can do that, just go back to bed."

"Maybe you should go to the doctor."

"Come on, at least sleep in a bed."

[lolitamaddox]

scarlett maddox + character aesthetic

[lipstick-trackmarks]

[isaackrane]

[lolitamaddox]

isaackrane:

RUNNERS. FOR THE POUNDING FEET & BLOODY KNEES, THOSE WHO RUN.

❝ — because I always feel like running not away, because there is no such place. because, if there was I would have found it by now. because it’s easier to run, easier than staying and finding out you’re the only one… who didn’t run.

{ elijah-santos } { lolitamaddox } { itsjulietvalour } { lyradyson } { axelmckinnon } { isaackrane } { dexfitz } { scarredalexia }

[lolitamaddox]

scarredalexia:

“You’re sayin’ you’re jus’ gonna be sittin’ ‘round doin’ nothin’? You ain’t wantin’ to break out an’ die on your own fuckin’ terms?”

“Well now that you phrase it that way, I s’pose I should follow your advice and change my entire outlook on life!” Eyes, empty as a ghost, were rolling in their sockets before the smirk had even made it’s way to her lips, dried by the chill of winter’s breath. “If you think I care enough to break out of this place, you severely underestimate my apathy.”

[lolitamaddox]

14, 21, 47.

14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

Smiling’s overrated. A person who can always make you climax is far more valuable.

21: What is the last thing you said out lot?

To whom? Mother didn’t even get a goodbye, and I don’t know who my father is. The last thing I said to Trix... I don’t even remember. The last words Frankie heard from me were poured straight from my heart. She said she’d take my secrets to her grave. Who knew it would come so soon. And Logan? Probably that I hate him. Or that I don’t hate him. Both mean the same thing, in my mind.

47: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

No. Never. I don’t miss anything. I’m not a nostalgic person, and the way my life was six months ago certainly leaves much to be desired.

[lolitamaddox]

50 questions, 50 ways to get to know me.

1: What would you name your future daughter?

2: Do you miss anyone?

3: What if I told you that you were pretty?

4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

5: What are you looking forward to in the next week?

6: Did you go out or stay in last night?

7: How late did you stay up last night?

8: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

9: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?

10: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?

11: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

12: Have you pretended to like someone?

13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?

16: Think back five months ago, were you single?

17: Have you ever cried from being so mad?

18: Hold hands with anyone this week?

19: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

20: Who did you last see in person?

21: What is the last thing you said out lot?

22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?

23: Have you ever been to Paris?

24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?

25: Do you use chap stick?

26: Who did you last share a bed with?

27: Are you listening to music right now?

28: What is something you currently want right now?

29: Were your last three kisses from the same person?

30: How is your heart lately?

31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?

32: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?

33: What do people call you?

34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?

36: What are you listening to right now?

37: What is wrong with you right now?

38: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

39: Do you make wishes at 11:11?

40: What is on your wrists right now?

41: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?

42: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?

43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

44: Have you hugged someone within the last week?

45: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?

46: What were you doing at midnight last night?

47: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

48: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?

49: Have you ever been to New York?

50: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

[wnq-writers]

I was the ocean and she was the moon; pulling me in and pushing me away.

Annie Munro, you and i are somewhere between the tides (via wnq-writers)

[goongdingy]

[lolitamaddox]

derpycats:

This vine speaks to me on a metaphysical level

[itsloganwoods]

* [ jumps onto my broom and rides off into the moon cackling manically ]

“You’re gonna need to get me more alcohol before I go there… Alright. Alright. She’s a fucking nightmare on legs and might just be colder than I am. A good person though, underneath all the bullshit. Even if she would never admit that much. She’s vulnerable, and sensitive, and looks obnoxiously adorable when asleep. With… With Mark… gone, she’s basically the most important thing in my life so don’t fuck with her or I’ll gut you.”

[crisroe-blog]

*

send me a * and an url and my muse will talk about that muse whilst drunk

“This bitch is crazy and I… I oddly want to make out with her, but NO she–she would probably like… I don’t know. She’s pretty though, and uh, troubled. I wanna help her but… I don’t know how, or if she’d let me.” Cristine paused to guzzle down some more alcohol before coughing and wiping at her face lazily. “I may or may not want to pet her hair too, it looks soft. AlsoIreallywouldn’tmindmakingoutwithher. Don’t tell her that.”

[nicolapetlz]

[lolitamaddox]

Nicola and Will Peltz’s Glamorous Givenchy Adventure

[lolitamaddox]

itsloganwoods:

“With someone,” he repeated with a shrug against the doorframe, making no move to come within slapping distance. “Just a kiss, mind you.” Logan wasn’t about to reveal that things could have progressed even further without Corvo’s intervention. Scarlett’s tone hit his ears with all of the hollow uncaring perfection that she always threw in his direction when he fucked up, when he did something to upset her to the very core. Learning his blonde vixen had become a bittersweet affair, because while delving into her abyss both excited and perplexed him, he also could no longer feign unknowing of how his actions would affect her. “Like I said, I’m just trying to figure all of this out… What we’re doing, if any of it matters…” He felt as though he were rambling now, digging within his own mind to find a logical excuse for why impulsive selfishness had been a well-thought out idea. “A joke, Scarlett. It was a joke. We all know there isn’t a virgin alive who would come close enough to let you sacrifice them.” Despite his unoriginal attempt at slipping into their usual banter, the words felt… Wrong. As though now was hardly a time to piss around with the woman who consumed his thoughts from daybreak to sunset, their emotions connected through invisible strings that he could feel tugging against the organ in his chest. He knew she’d be upset, never let on mind you, but hurt nonetheless. “Anyway it’s not going to happen again, if that makes a difference to you at all.”

She remembered a time, back before the infection, when she would stumble around the palace of sin, half-starved, cigarette at her lips and a head full of junk. The countless times she would find herself imagining there was one more step to the staircase than there was, feet falling through the air, a sudden tug at her lungs as she tried to catch her breath. Winded; that  was how she felt. Like the breath had been torn from her lungs before it’s time, her chest struggling to catch up. “Just a kiss?” The blonde pried, raising a brow. A steady hand set her glass on the work top, knowing that if she didn’t throw it’s contents in his sorry face, it would surely slip from her fingers and betray the anger lingering inside. 

“Why stop there? Why not fuck ‘em, Logan? Get your money’s worth, right. Hell, fucking elope with them for all I care.” Hands rifled through the cutlery draw, the words that dripped from her lips like a leaking tap still callous, apathy tracing each syllable, begging the question of how much was put on and how much was the truth? How much of Scarlett was the truth, and what was merely smoke and mirrors, personalities she -- like a chameleon -- had taken on over the years; roles she had played in her long and successful career in the field of manipulation. “Stop trying to figure things out. Like you said -- this isn’t a ‘thing’.” Slim fingers at last found the item she sought, pulling a rolled cigarette from the tin to press against her full lips, the flick of a ligher bringing her one drag closer to death. “I’m not mad at you.” The runner lied, exhaling a plume of smoke above her head. “I mean, you wouldn’t be mad if I said I was fucking Corvo, would you?”

[desperate-housewives]