#madhousescapee

[shiveringolds]

         ❛   i  don’t  wanna  talk  to  you.   ❜   timbre  is   cold,   and  it’s  almost  as  if  she   SENSES  that  it’s   him,   because  her  previously  serene  demeanor  had  officially  grown   hostile.   ❛   get  out  of  here,   binx,   or  i  swear  i  will  call  the  cops.   ❜   faye  would  never  reach  to  those  measures,   however  if  it  was  enough  to  rid  her  of  his  presence,   she’d  throw  the  empty  threat  towards  him  like  a  dagger.   ❛   leave,   —   it’s  what  you’re  best  at,   anyway.   ❜   //   @madhousescapee.

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@madhousescapee liked for a starter

❛ Was there something you wanted? ❜ The first question to fall off her lips as she approached the other. It wasn’t unusual for her to wander around the block at night. Especially when she was finding it difficult to sleep. Similar to that evening. However when she got the odd sense of being followed, whether she truly was or not, she got a little paranoid. Maybe it was from the bottle of wine she finished off just before trying to go to bed or the heavy fumes from the dyes and chemicals at work. But the footsteps were not a part of her imagination. But when she turned back down the narrow walk way that lead to her apartment building they still lurked behind. Coincidence? ❛ Only asking because I’m pretty sure you don’t live in this building so. ❜

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@ anon stop being a dick, square up

me rn, let’s tag team it

[starcrsses]

that anon can choke goodbye !!

much love for youuuuu though !!!

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( &&. @madhousescapee .

           a sharp PAIN where her latest injury acquired from her last deployment evoked a grunt to emit, cursing the individual that HAPHAZARDLY bumped into her. clutching the still FRESH wound, oaklynn turned to look at the idiot, too stubborn to let the encounter slip. ‘ watch where you’re going next time. ’ grumbling at the stranger as she pointed towards her wrapped shoulder.

[ofrevelations-blog]

     send me ♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours

         there   arent   many   things   that   causes the   young   male   to   tremble,   but   being   dared   to   kiss   his   best   friend   has   his   hands   shaking   uncontrollably.   he   was   wondering–    weren't   kisses   supposed   to   be   something   intimate   ?   not   something   that's   done   as   a   dare   request   from   people   at   a   party   ?   (   that   she   drug   him   out   to   in   the   first   place   )  

                   come   on   binx,   get   your   shit   together

         standing   tall   in front   of   the   much   shorter   female,   he   swallowed   harshly.   he   hadn't   exactly   had   the   opportunity   to   kiss   many   girls   running   from   the   police   and   being   locked   in   a   mental   asylum.   leaning   down,   the   blue   eyed   male   rested   his   hand   on   her   small   waist   ever   so   gently.   he   felt   that   she   was   so   fragile   that   a    M O N S T E R    like   him   should   not   be   allowed   to   touch   her.   he   wrapped   his   other   arm   around   her   waist   and   pulled   her   to   him,   kissing   her   gently.   one   thing   he   hadn't   expected   was   the   softness,   the   comfort   he'd   gotten   from   the   kiss.   it   left   him   confused   ;   U N C O M F O R T A B L E.    he   momentarily   stood   still,   lost   in   thought.   he   backed   away   from   the   short   female,   shaking   his   head   as   his   whole   world   seemed   to   turn   to   slow   motion.   to   the   others   in   the   room   it   would   seem   like   he   didn't   enjoy   the   kiss,   considering   he   darted   out   the   door   once   the   kiss   ended.   but   that's   exactly   the   problem.   he   DID   like   it.   and   he   hated  himself   for   liking   it.

              stupid.   stupid.   STUPID.   the  immaturity  radiating  from  the  intoxicated  party-goers  was   unbearable,   an  immediate  wave  of  deplore  overpowering  her  slightly  inebriate  state  upon  being  whirled  into  the  most   FRAUGHT   situation  that  she  could  possibly  endure.   binx  was  nothing  more  than  her  best  friend,   —   the  pair  practically   d o m i n a t e d   the  stereotype  that  the  opposite  sex  is  unable  to  remain  platonic  without  unresolved  feelings  coming  into  play.   alas,   here  vera  stood,   face  to  face  with  the  towering  male  and  by  now  she  could  perceive  the  pinkish  tint  that  blossomed  about  the  apples  of  her  cheeks.   it’s  only  a  matter  of  seconds  before  she  witnesses  his  brims  against  her  own,   umber  orbs  fluttering  shut  in  the  heat  of  the  moment   ;   but  before  she  was  entitled  to  even   process   the  moment,   he  fled  the  premises  quicker  than  she  could  yell  for  him.   sepia  optics  overt  to  scope  out  the  reactions  of  the  populace,   petite  feet  directing  her  towards  the  exit  until  she  met  up  with  the  familiar  virile.   ‘   binx   ?   ‘   her  prose  is  laced  with  solicitude,   a  dainty  hand  extending  to  set  comfortingly  along  his  arm.   ‘   are  you  okay   ?   did  i  do  something  to  upset  you   ?   —   besides   drag  you  into  an  uncomfortable  situation   ?   ‘

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☼ @madhousescapee ☼

another rough night in the masih household led ellie to leave her house sporting a black eye. going to the one place she felt safest, the girl found herself knocking on the door and looking over her shoulder, as if her father actually followed her there. hearing the door open she let out a breath of relief. “ ..hey. ” she spoke, stepping inside. “ thanks, y’know. for letting me stay the night. ”

[ofrevelations-blog]

madhousescapee replied to your post:i cannot believe that transphobic people exist in...

thanks princess. ur too good to me

but you stay being deserving of it all .