CERTIFIED BRAT

by  tash .

[madamasque]

#MADAMASQUE -- Tash presents Marvel's MADAME MASQUE aka WHITNEY FROST aka GIULIETTA NEFARIA aka KRISSY LONGFELLOW aka JULIA NEFF

A STUDY IN -- fuck youery / don't look at me / bad case of the ex / rich bitch syndrome / master of disguise / daddy's little monster / get too close & she'll bite / chain smokin' gun tottin' femme fatale /

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BLOGROLL: @predctory / @medusx

[madamasque]

thinking about wine drunk Whitney with a glass of red in one hand & a cigarette in the other dancing to Sade in her living room

[madamasque]

we have a headache

[ritwikkumarghatak]

Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski

[pornochrist]

[huijnkokkn-blog]

[madamasque]

no. it's non-negotiable. you're staying here.

FOR THE DRAMA // accepting

He can’t help himself. She’d even asked him nicely to turn off his alert system. Had let him take the lead. Had wrapped herself up all pretty & irresistibly so he could undress her at whatever pace he deemed appropriate. Whitney hadn’t even batted at eyelash when he’d brought out the rope.

But then that damn sound started blaring everywhere & it was like nothing else mattered. He was in his suit in barely a minute. Whitney wouldn’t have believed it, if she didn’t know him as well as she did.

She strained against her bonds as he made his exit. “You could at least untie me!!”

@impossibleormerelyfantastic

[huijnkokkn-blog]

[madamasque]

if anyone can do it, it's you.

FOR THE DRAMA // accepting

“Obviously I can do it.” Whitney rolled her eyes & shoved the thick handle of the blade into Kate’s hand. “I want to see you do it now.”

Eyeing her grubby hand, Whitney scrunched up her nose distastefully beneath her mask. “After this, I’m calling my manicurist.”

@ladybrohawkeye

[madamasque]

Norman: Stand Up

@herokill3r :

[mcflymemes]

DRAMATIC & PROTECTIVE RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS *  for the ones who want to keep you safe from harm

get behind me.

go inside and lock the door and don't come out until i say so.

are you all right? where are you hurt?

over my dead body.

i promised them i'd keep you safe.

i sleep better when you're next to me.

are you serious? i'm not letting you risk your life.

don't go. it's safer here.

i should have been here. this is my fault.

here. take this gun. don't pull the trigger unless it's absolutely necessary.

they told me to watch you.

i won't let anyone lay a hand on you.

stay close to me.

i'm not worth saving. please.

can you stay? just for a little while? it would help.

it's too dangerous out there.

i thought i'd lost you.

can you hear me? hello? where are you?

they're all afraid of me.

they told me you'd be trouble. clearly that was an understatement.

one of us has to make it out of here.

is that a bruise?

get back. get back right now.

did they touch you?

i already lost you once. i'm not going to lose you again.

a few more steps. we're nearly there. i've got you.

where does it hurt? let me see.

oh my god, you're covered in blood.

i love you, but you have to go.

climb on my back. i'll carry you.

i wish you'd stay.

i slept here all night. i couldn't leave you.

stay with me. i can keep you safe.

no. i've made my decision. you're staying here.

holy shit. are you okay? what the hell happened?

we have to get inside right now.

quick! hide! in here!

if they know you're with me, they'll leave you alone.

if they attack again, we'll be ready.

this never should have happened.

i want you to run, okay? run and don't look back.

you're all right. you're safe. it's over.

i'll feel better once you're out of this.

i don't have nightmares when you're here.

where have you been? i've been calling you all night.

your phone went straight to voicemail. what's going on?

i don't want anything to happen to you.

i can't stand the thought of losing you.

i won't let them touch you.

when we met, i promised myself i'd keep you safe.

where'd they go? i'll give them a piece of my mind.

here. squeeze my hand if it hurts.

i'll lay beside you.

no. it's non-negotiable. you're staying here.

i don't want you to die, okay?

listen to me! i know what i'm doing!

i can't lose you again!

do you hear me? i love you! i've always loved you.

i've got you. i'm right here.

can i stay? i'll take the couch.

tell them you're with me.

you can make it. i believe in you.

are you kidding me? who decided this?

here, i'll pick you up.

get back in the car. i'll handle this.

if anyone can do it, it's you.

let me carry you to safety.

i don't do well when you're away.

[mcflymemes]

"OH SHIT, WE'RE TRAPPED!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

looks like we're stuck here.

we'll never find a way out in time.

have you tried the door?

try jiggling the handle.

that's it. i'm smashing our way through.

i'm not going to die in here.

we've tried everything.

it's no use!

well, we're not getting out that way.

that was pointless.

do you have any other bright ideas?

this is all your fault.

i can't believe i listened to you.

this is what i get for trusting you.

everything's locked.

there must be another way.

it's pointless. there's no way we're getting out of here in time.

maybe we could try yelling for help?

wait, did you hear that?

i'm sorry. this is all my fault.

they tricked us.

i'm going to break the door down.

maybe we should just wait for someone to rescue us.

they'll notice we're gone. they'll come looking for us.

i wish i had a better idea.

of all the people i had to be stuck here with, it has to be you.

don't give me that look. this is all your fault.

wait! do you see that? light!

that's it! we're getting out of here!

hold your breath!

i found us another way out of here!

can you still hear me?

i'm gonna get us out of here.

keep your eyes fixed on me.

did the wall just move?

it just shut behind me!

that was our only way out!

tell me a story to pass the time.

they'll find us. they will.

once they see we've gone, they'll come looking for us.

i don't see any other options.

try using your shoulder to break the door down.

does anyone have a match?

i still have my flashlight!

how long have we been trapped in here?

feels like we've been down here for days.

you told me there was a way out!

everyone stand back. i'm going to try something.

let's see if this works.

well, we're fucked.

i'm not giving up just yet.

you're just wasting energy!

all right, sound off!

i can't see anything.

ow! you just stepped on my foot!

well, it was a nice try.

not sure what you were trying to accomplish with that.

that's your bright idea?

we're all gonna die.

[madamasque]

creepin’

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Are you aware that the word “passion” means “suffering”?”

— Victor Hugo, from a letter to Adèle Foucher written c. March 1822

[insidemyblood]

It is always something.

Tony's not mad, he's not bitter either. Tired. That's the best word to describe it.

Tired of being trapped in her gravity. Always drawn together by a force neither of them can see. Distance is supposed to weaken it. That's the rule, right? That's how it's supposed to work universally. It just never does with them. They put oceans between each other, years, blood, other people, bad decisions and just like nothing, they're back in the same orbit.

And maybe, just maybe, that's the part Tony hates most. Not coming back but the predictability. The fact that it makes him feel like they never had a choice to begin with. Like no matter how many times they try, it's already decided for them how it ends.

Together.

Until the're not.

Because there's always that something in their equation.

Tony exhales heavily through his nose and wraps his arms around her, pressing her tightly to his chest, his hand holding her nape. Comforting. Avoiding her tears. The last step of their chase.

"Look, I get it," he starts because he knows exactly what kind of man her father is but that's a business for a different day. "I do. But you don't get to come back in here with another alias, say sorry and–and act like what happened didn't–" he cuts himself off and bites the side of his cheek.

He can't really say it.

Didn't wreck him? Didn't break his stupid heart?

"I mean, you can't expect me to just, what? Let you walk in again? But I can't let you go like that," he confesses. "Makes me a selfish bastard, I know, I'm fully aware of that."

[madamasque]

Whitney stops breathing as he draws her body to his. The tears keep coming, her grip still clinging for her life to his shirtfront. How seamlessly her head rests against his chest, how exquisitely she fits — like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle — in the crook of his neck, his jaw settles perfectly against her crown.

She lets her eyes slip shut, she lets her body relax for the first time in what felt like eons. There’s no tension, no weight, no pain. There’s only peace.

Until he speaks.

With all her fight gone, with all her defences crumbled she can only listen. That icy dagger is still there, buried to the hilt in her chest: she can still feel its sting. He’s right — of course he’s right he’s always right. It’s his way, the futurist. He can see patterns & predict from them what will happen before they do.

Everything is an equation — even them.

Worst part of all is, he’s right.

“I know…” It’s all she can say. She does know, she’s anything but stupid. But sometimes — times like these — her emotions outweigh her judgment, her critical thinking. She knows that she’s no good for him. It was the reason she ran away in the first place. It was always the reason. She blamed it on her Father because it was easier than the truth. It was easier than admitting to herself that she was not worthy of him. Of his love.

But just like him she is selfish, spoilt. She wants that which she cannot — should not — ever have.

Whitney sighs heavily, shoulders deflating against him. Her eyes are still shut. “I know. I’m sorry I just — I just don’t know who I am without you.”

Pathetic, but true. She can’t lie to him. She can’t do a single fucking thing without him. “I need you to set me straight, to reboot. & then when I do I realise you’re better off without me… so I leave.”

[madamasque]

I fuck so hard with the idea of Tony & Whitney bumping into each other randomly.

At a bar, at the opera, at a high end party, at a concert, at a gala.

They recognise each other from a distance, eyes on each other until the time where one if them goes over to the other. For a small moment in time they leave everything at the door — no iron man, no madame masque — just two people who mean a lot to each other, catching up & checking in. They stay & talk until someone kicks them out.

They don’t believe in fate, they’re both too smart, but when they come together like this — unplanned & unprepared — well, sometimes it does make them wonder.

[ironarchived]

maybe i am just a pasteboard playboy… maybe i come on with a manufactured line… but i know a real woman when i hold one. and i know there’s a kind of beauty that can’t be destroyed because it’s on the inside!