(M.) CLARK,

I M𝛳URN WHAT 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷 HAVE BEEN, WHAT WILL ɴ̵͟ᴏ̵͟ᴛ̵ BE, 𝖶̑ͤ͑̂̆͒̾̓͋𝖧̱̙̼͔̺̒͒̿̒𝖠͚͚̲̝͇̔ͮ͂͗ͦ𝖳͙̦ͥ̍ 𝖨͊ͮ͋ 𝖢̆͒̾̓𝖠̂̾̾͑ͣͤ𝖭͒̾'̑ͤ͑̂̆͒̾̓͋𝖳̖͙̬̮͓ͮ̏ͤ 𝖲̰͍͚̞̣̱͑ͬͦ̉𝖠͒̾𝖵̫𝖤͚͚̲̝͇̔ͮ͂͗ͦ.

[madsway]

#MADSWAY, is an independent & highly selective portrayal of madison clark from amc's fear the walking dead, with an emphasis on apocalyptic settings, including but not limited to the walking dead universe. heavily headcanon based and canon divergent post stadium "sacrifice." TWENTY1+ ONLY. BY BRI, 28, SHE/HER.

slides ( wip ), prompts, multi. + IN AFFILIATION WITH: tba.

GENERAL RULES - will be moved to slides once completed.

PORTRAYALS BY BRI, 28, SHE/HER. established oct 2024. revived oct 2025. TWENTY1 ONLY+ ( no exceptions ).

to start, basic roleplay etiquette applies. don't be an asshole. be kind, have fun, no god-modding, no stealing, no ooc drama. lets keep that ic.

portrayal specifically, to keep with canon, i do still run the stadium sacrifice story line, however, madison is released by a group of survivors not p.a.d.r.e finding her and she then becomes a lone wolf survivor whilst looking for her children, injured and generally distrusting but every bit as lethal and dangerous as madison has always been.

i do not claim the rights to any media found on this blog. i'm not apart of amc or the walking dead, but i do absolutely take pride in my portrayal of madison as a whole -- and i'll know if you take anything that is aggressively personal to how i choose to portray her character. i won't tolerate that on any level.

all graphics made on this blog are made by me. [ do not steal ]

i do not follow everyone back. i've been on tumblr for many years now and have learned how best to curate a space for myself that i am happy to be in. it would be a disservice not only to myself but to everyone if i acted as though i could keep up with a quick moving dash by interacting with every single person. for the most part, i tend to try and follow people back within twenty four hours if i can see us writing together. otherwise i do make sure to softblock unless rules state you'd prefer to be hardblocked to avoid confusion.

IMPORTANT: if you support or condone racism, homophobia, transphobia, white-washing, suicide baiting, bullying, military propaganda, d*nald tr*mp or bigotry of any kind i will immediately block you. this also goes for zionists. we have nothing in common and i do not want that energy in my space. this is your one and only warning.

in terms of callout culture: i do not partake in it just for the sake of it. i typically do not reblog or engage with callout posts, but if someone is actively harmful to the community as a whole then of course that's different. i'm not interested in watching anyone to try to chase somebody out of a community simply because they don't like them. i am an adult with a mind of her own who can make decisions for herself. just because i don't interact doesn't mean i don't see it nor does it mean i'm supporting or not supporting it. if by chance i'm ever interacting with someone harmful, please let me know privately but do not do this if you don't plan to tell me why / how because again, i'm not interested in entertaining the removal of someone from a community over a friendship fallout.

this blog is heavily dynamic based with an emphasis on plotting. i love to plot and i find i am most inspired to write when i'm comfortable plotting with someone. it doesn't always have to be long and intense, but establishing some sort of dynamic between our muses is the best way to start off in my opinion. please never hesitate to come to me to do so. in fact, i'll be happy to jump into it at any time and create something together. it helps build something we'll both look forward to writing -- and gives us somewhere to go, because writing without a goal long term just isn't the energy i tend to go for. all this to say, i'm incredibly patient. i do not expect partners to be quick at replying or to do a constant back and forth. i'm simply happy to vibe while plotting too.

^IN ADDITION: i also ask that you also be patient with me. i work in finance and sometimes my job extends into my home hours [ not often luckily but it does leave me tired and brainless ] so naturally, i can get busy and there'll be days or even weeks where i don't feel like writing at all. give grace, and the same will be returned to you.

if anything is ever confusing to you or you have any questions, do not hesitate to ever reach out to me. communication is key and i'm an advocate for that in all situations. anon is off, though not for any specific reason ... i got used to doing it and now i just do it on all my blogs for my own peace of mind. but my dm's are always, always, always open. <3

[madsway]

madison is back over on my multi. @arkehtype.

[bethrip]

It's impossible to understand. You are just like them. You're worse! You're heartless! Don't say that. You don't have feelings! Alicia. No wonder Dad was so depressed he was living with a goddamn corpse.

[madsway]

I KNOW THE WORLD CHANGED AND MADE YOU INTO THIS ... -- ME? i've been like this a long time. + IND. MADISON CLARK, ftwd. by bri.

[madsway]

<3 for some memes in ur askbox !

[disdaidal]

It’s a place for free people who only ask for help when they need it. - I’m asking. I need it.

[madsway]

+RADIO STATIC ... come in nam-gyu , [ @124player ] : — THERE YOU ARE. I WAS GETTING WORRIED. + received

the grass isn't always greener on the other side. sometimes— most times, she's learned— it isn't even green at all. PALE YELLOW, DRY, DEAD. or coated in crimson. covered in ash. all from another reign of terror with no name. just the lowly howl of what the world has become to show for it. deceiving like the rosy red apple eve bit into while hope lingered in the shadows. madison isn't from that four letter words clutches either. her kind of hope just doesn't leave her wide-eyed and on her knees begging for its hard earned arrival. instead, she snaps like a rabid dog at its lack of presence. the only thing left to trust being the ground beneath her feet.

knuckles crack beneath her thumb. " plans changed. " RAGGED, HOARSE. like she spent the better part of her way back running. she didn't, and madison isn't sure when the last time she coddled fear was, but her feet sure did carry her a little quicker. the apple wasn't bit. she saw the jagged-edged teeth of hope. but she felt eden burn instead. " we aren't going that way anymore. " a statement without explanation. it's better this way, she determines. better for who? she refuses to answer for herself. her type of protection comes with an ode to selfishness. BUT IT'S PROTECTION ALL THE SAME. " that worry didn't have ya out that door, " she nods to the cracked wood they need to patch up before nightfall. (if she even sleeps at all) " that's good. keep it that way. " because worry like his looks a lot like fists and bloodshed and crimson dripping knives. and death and his name don't need hers too.

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

[doomprep]

> @madsway / uncharted starter prompts. i'm sorry, for what happened to you.

the silence throbs between them like an infected wound, thick with a sizeable, unblinking dread, as though time itself had ground to a halt. only the crackle of a makeshift campfire disrupts the stillness of their settling, casting restless shadows that flicker and dance across his resolute face. the warmth is lost on them both; his silence is colder than the night air, ashen irises fixed to the centre of her face and unmoving, a wordless indictment. he doesn't know what she expects to find within him. forgiveness, he supposed; except this here was no vigil and jake was no god to grant her the absolution she craved [if she craved it at all]. her sorries feel worn, threadbare with overuse jake was sure he had heard a thousand apologies spoken in a thousand different ways by now, echoing some former sincerity but hollowed out, drained of all meaning the longer it replays. neither have to look to feel the loss, the severance of all they had come to know to pave the way for a new mode of being. jake still feels the teeth of a stranger plunging into his right arm, the sacrifice for sin. MARK 9:43 IF YOUR HAND CAUSES YOU TO STUMBLE, CUT IT OFF. IT IS BETTER TO ENTER LIFE MAIMED THAN WITH TWO HANDS TO GO INTO HELL, WHERE THE FIRE NEVER GOES OUT. the barrel had kissed his brother's temple. troy had greeted his unforgiving end at the hand of a brother and then black. his irises plunge back into the heat of the night. molten embers spit into the open air; mere morsels of hellfire, the scorching depths that would no doubt await them in heed of what they had done to live up top. [but jake knew the forsaken were really here, spotted them in the faces of the living and the dead, feasting on one another until all that remained were the trees.] it is the cross they each bear, living when those they had loved die in their place; a penance to which jake could see no end, what remained of his limbs rain whipped and sore-stung, dragging himself towards a grave that had not yet been dug. evermore.

‘which part?’ jake asks evenly, eyes flickering up to meet hers. they appear black with the night, reflecting the firelight but holding no warmth, as if his dark pupils were swallowing every detail laid out before him. they almost lack recognition in their steadiness, no spark. just a deep unsettling emptiness that spoke of restless nights and implacable memories. his gaze revealed no judgement, no anguish, but instead something worse a barren soul out of reach, untouched by apology or forgiveness alike. he supposes it is rather cruel for him to ask, to ask madison to choose which sin she requires pardoning; but the list was long and jake was aggrieved the last of his name, heir to a costly state that was no longer lodgeable. he could put the clark name to a number of occurrences that allowed the ranch to fall. their presence an omen, dark and foreboding, and yet there persists a remnant of feeling. something that keeps things steady enough between them to co-exist, to find common ground in an inaccessible enemy. but also, hidden in the deepest parts of him persists that innate goodness, the one that feels like oweing someone you once loved.

[madsway]

how many apologies has madison made in her lifetime? TOO MANY TO COUNT. caught between teeth / half-alive on her tongue / without an ounce of remorse, or the contrary -- too much remorse with nothing to show for its presence. something or other about band-aids and bullet holes. the fabric too thin for a gaping wound that never stops the bleeding. her waters have been bloody for decades. holy water hisses at her name. calls upon the tide to pull back in her wake. this apology, HIS APOLOGY, is carefully curated. words chosen with precision. not to misplace the rightful blame from its spot on her shoulders or to shine her spine until it squeaks [ * the dirt is too thick, too heavy, it broke through her skin and leaked into her earthly tomb of a body so long ago its absence is all knows ] and certainly not to heal. nature and nurture are complicated when attached to her name. the campfire crackles. is it forgiveness she seeks? is it absolution? neither of those feel right. no one's gone until they're gone, she once said ... but one can be too far gone, and madison thinks she is too far gone for anything that resembles forgiveness or absolution. besides, his suffering looks altogether too familiar for that. something dredged from a corridor whose hallway she doesn't even look down. wreathed in shadow with bleached hands. bibles burning. the distant cry of angels wailing. she gave birth to a boy like him. she was a girl like him too. lost and lonely. sitting across from jake now, she still doesn't know whether whether to be envious of how well he wore it or to damn her empty sky for taking another good soul. she wonders what his sky would have to say about that.

"the part that made this." she says, chin jutting. years separate their last meeting. the passage of time turning over and in upon itself and madison, too, has changed. FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE IS THE ONLY DEBATE. she offers him a pointed look from across the flames. laced with the richness of knowledge that only a friend, or an enemy, could hold. she doesn't cower from his darkened gaze. the fall of the otto name reads clark. it occurs to her it wouldn't matter how long it took for the same thing to happen with somebody else, or perhaps, from their very own hands themselves -- not when there's somebody to blame, and she's sitting right across from him. it wouldn't matter to her either. death is death is death. "you were the good one, jake." lies surely surpass the amount of apologies she's made, but the words leave her lips coated in truth. "might not be what you wanna hear, but it's all i got. unless y'want me to lie to you. tell you i'm sorry for things i'd do again. did do again. but i've lied to you before and i don't really wanna lie to you now. that's not the way to move forward."

[madsway]

yay or nay ???

[madsway]

still thinking about that s8 episode insider where they said, "madison takes a very drastic, very dark action by killing troy" like hello?? wdym?? she did this 4 seasons ago puhhhleaaaseeee

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 19 

i’ve been at war my whole lifespan.

you know, you are a real fucking nightmare to deal with.

there is something wrong with you. you’re the worst person i’ve ever met.

you can’t like someone right now because you could kill them.

you’re flawed and imperfect, and you somehow fit perfectly with me.

you’re a nightmare.

you realize everyone is just waiting for you to fuck them over, right?

i’m tired of being angry at you, you know?

i just figured you were fine. you’re always doing fine.

you’ve been painfully, painfully perfect.

i just ruin things and there’s not even a fucking point to me.

i loved you, even though i knew all the worst things about you, so why are you punishing me for that?

we don’t have to be friends for me to make sure you’re okay.

i’d rather die with you than live in this world without you.

you’re doing a really good job of pretending not to hate me.

my natural impulse is to lie.

are you hitting on me right now?

if you’re waiting for it to make sense, it’s not going to.

you get hurt the most by people you would never think would hurt you.

honestly, i just wanna be alone and be depressed.

why won’t you take my advice? i’m the only one trying to help you.

it’ll be okay. some things just need a lot of time.

i know you better than that. why do you look so miserable?

i didn’t think i could hate you any more than i already did.

have you not noticed how much i like you?

can we just talk for a minute and i’ll fuck off after if you want?

i’m just so much happier with you. and better. i make better choices. 

you tried to keep me from knowing you. you never showed any vulnerability.

you’re afraid that if you let anyone know you, you’ll get left again.

you’re at your worst when she’s not around, and i’ve never seen you this bad.

i knew you long before you pushed me away.

you’re always hurting other people just to help yourself.

what if i’m just as bad as everyone always said i was? what if i’m worse than that?

i prefer the fuck ups. they’re way more fun.

you fight dirty. you use people’s worst shit against them.

i don’t think i can do this anymore. it’s not solid ground.

you’re nowhere near as nice as you fucking think you are.

am i somebody you would ever date for real?

i don’t go around telling people my business if they don’t ask.

we just have quiet, desperate affairs like normal people.

i’m talking about the haunted, lonely look in your eyes.

i want my life to be something i can be proud of again.

can we just do this now? i don’t wanna go home and fight.

sorry to interrupt with completely normal reactions.

i robbed us of so much time together. 

sometimes i feel like you’re just a bad person. you do all the things a bad person would do.

you’re really fucking harsh sometimes. you know that, right? 

what do you got cooking in that big brain of yours?

i am not discussing my father with you.

it’s so sad watching you self sabotage. it makes it impossible to stay mad at you.

you’re only nice if there’s a reason for it.

my whole life, everyone i depend on quits me.

fuck you, you love me and you said it.

the best lies are 90% true, and i’m the best liar.

there is no winning. there is just the upper hand.

you are such a fucking asshole, it’s almost attractive.

i’m allergic to my ex-spouse, everything else, i’m immune.

i’d say be careful, but i know it’s bad luck.

we’re saying crazy things to each other. we love each other.

i love you. we have to be okay. we have to.

all i needed was permission to ignore you. 

i’ve always been smart. you just didn’t notice.

i think it might be nice to feel something other than fear and shame.

[madsway]

is my url mads way because it's mads way or no way or mad sway because she sways a lil mad sometimes ( most times )

[madsway]

omg what's your sweater made of??

boyfriend material obv

[madsway]

I KNOW THE WORLD CHANGED AND MADE YOU INTO THIS ... -- ME? i've been like this a long time. + IND. MADISON CLARK, ftwd. by bri.

[madsway]

------ ¹ @nonpareil (chris) / ² moved from everyroute .. fair? how is any of this fair?

fair is a relative term, she supposes— what was fair before is sure as hell a luxury they cannot afford in the now. spoonful of sin, spoonful of tragedy. it doesn't feel right but if madison listened to every goddamn feeling that only felt right and just then she fears she may wade even deeper into the uncharted territory she treads. the waters already at her waistline. too high to push her back to steady ground. it thickens beneath her feet and appears to be turning a brighter shade of red with each passing week. realizes it isn't quite the position she wants to find herself in. DOES THAT MAKE ME BETTER OR WORSE THAN THE DEVIL? I'D ASK GOD BUT MY SKY'S BEEN EMPTY FOR DECADES. in the end, it's just another thing to add to the list of luxuries they can no longer afford: the ability to want. the only reliable thing left these days is that, and the safety of a gushing wound to the head. but chris is just a kid. he shouldn't have to understand the brutality of stained palms. so how the hell is she supposed to explain it to him?

“ you're right. it's not. none of it is. ” madison bites the cherry red apple of appeasement. while she is no stranger to the chewiness of a lie between her teeth she doesn't anticipate that he would rot into the sweetness of it any more than she could bare to offer it. never the granny smith. not even a bitter golden russet. it is much easier to think of herself as the worm snaking tunnels through to the core— a creature with a thirst for gore she can never quite tame.

madison takes a seat opposite of him, resting her elbows on her knees to lean forward and meet his gaze. travis has done more than his fair share for her kids. kids with double the load, without ever having to be asked. the least she can do is try with his own after the ringers he has been put through.

“ so, what's fair look like to you then, chris? huh. here an' now.. 'cause we can't go back. this is all we got now. ”

[madsway]

------ ¹ @doomprep / ² uncharted sentence starters. .. is that a sin? i think that's a sin.

“ that ain't a question for me. ” the pragmatic approach to all of life's problems had been invented and perfected during childhood. a bruise was just a bruise. a gun just a gun. painted on a mother. held by a daughter. there was nobody waiting on the other end of her midnight prayers. all she saw was a blood red moon dancing to muffled wails. nobody answered while she choked on familial disappointment. felt it curdling like spoiled milk in her veins with each passing day. IF THIS GOD DIDN'T ANSWER HER THEN.. HE WASN'T EVER GOING TO. and that isn't any damn god madison could ever subscribe to. she did everything right in the valleys of youth & still, he hadn't been there. so why did he get to be there for all of her wrongs? staring through the smoking chamber of a gun with a dull ringing in her ears— she decided he didn't get to be. “ i thought your god had all the answers. ” your god, his god, not hers. here is her penchant for poking in all the places she doesn't belong. maddie pulls the string of her jacket a little more taut around herself. hears that weeping again in the atmosphere. it reminds her why she does the thing she does. why she continues to wear these burdens like new skin. it's the closest she'll ever come to rebirth. the concern lining her face is subtle. in the right light, she would shed this skin into the skin of something he needs with more than her own agenda paving the way, but this ranch won't survive on gifts of the giver alone. her family won't survive. prying the bible out of someone's hands only works if they're cold and dead. it has to be tossed overhead into the flames by choice in life. something she knows all too well. does she wish the same fate for him? no, madison isn't that cruel. and she isn't sure they can bide enough time for the reckoning of jake otto to take full effect. but the night isn't over yet. “ come on, jake - you really think this is the plan he had in mind? you're smarter than that. ”