#madmonarch

[selfsaving]

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               “   MOGAR  STILL  DOES  NOT  UNDERSTAND  THE  APPEAL  OF  A  BED.   ”     he  almost  seems  SUSPICIOUS  as  he  stands  beside  the  item  in  question  ——  although ,  admittedly ,  closer  than  his  usual  place  of  resting  against  the  wall.  still  not  accepting  that  such  a  thing  isn’t  UNNECESSARY ,  but  possibly  open  to  being  told  otherwise.     “   lying  flat  will  only  waste  time  if  an  enemy  seeks  to  ATTACK  you  while  you  sleep.   ”

[huskofachanc-ar]

madmonarch liked your post:huskofachance: small lyrical starter call for...

“There is something not right here. I can't place my finger on it, But this young man is filled with darkness.“

[recdrflxg-ar]

@madmonarch

The sounds of the dorm door opening roused the sleeping science major from his light sleep. He peers of the edge of his bed to see the pen set up at the end of his bed, a little blue paw sticks out of the bars reaching for his roommate. Flug yawns his hands patting about the bed looking for his glasses.  “What’d ya bring home now?” He griped tapping on a panel his roommate invented, the panel light up filling the room with a dim glow. He stared at the other’s blurry form giving up on finding his glasses at this time.

[lacksmotive-a]

billy, staring at his three dads: why???

[vonbrandt-blog]

"Shit what are you- what did you do?"

Damned be the girl who played with fire. Heavy wheezes wriggled their way out of Lux’s chest, the girl was having immense trouble breathing. She could feel the fire within her chest, the warmth of something burning strangely uncomfortable for once in her life. Ears picking up on a snapping sound, a consistent crick-crackling that wasn’t coming from her hands, her best attempts were made to ignore it. The sound rose in her ears like the fire she could see around her, everywhere that her eyes darted to and from were the reddish-orange lights she’d come to love. The fire in her hands seemed to only grow into a glowing white hot mass. “What do you think I did, Riain?”

Turning her head back to get a look, to look at him, she kept her face obscured behind her thick hair. Faint light peaked between the dark strands and danced across her shoulders. “What else could I have done? What else do you think I could possibly fucking d- someone came in and they started- I panicked and they had guns and they-” Speaking required her breathing to pick up. Breathing got harder, thinking got hastier, a numb void feeling encased her body save for the searing, incinerating, all out burning sensation coursing through her veins.

Mind power quickly running to a halt, a decision was made to face the man she considered a friend. Turning towards The King, she allowed him to see that which she tried to ignore. Her body was burning from the inside out, overheating to the point that any tears blocked out by adrenaline vaporized into steam. The skin on her fingers was finally starting to melt away, leaving charred bone in their wake. A hole was boring its way through her chest, leaking out some smoky liquid and once that she noticed that The King had seen it, a hand moved to acknowledge it. Covering it. Hiding it. “…It really is bad, isn’t it?”

Adrenaline wearing off, realization setting in, Lux began to truly feel the searing pain throughout her body. She tried her best to keep in the noises of pain, but she couldn’t help but sob. “This really is- Oh my god, oh my god- Riain, I always… I said I’d go out in a blaze a’ glory but not like this, not like- fucking help me, Riain, don’t you fucking dare just stand there-!”

[bemoose]

    she’s seen documents both of paper and coded numbers on the digital screen. the name has never left her once she first laid eyes upon it; a reminder of the nothing that filled her life and no matter how intentionally or unintentionally the cause of the fall of ROOSTER CORP. she wanted to scream and lash out. take the vase of lilies and gladioli she’s picked up and smash it against his head ---- that would relieve some stress, but doing that would also make a scene and she didn’t want to be at the forefront of attention in public space. so she clings onto the vase, like a pillow for comfort. like a shield between her and the boogeyman.

    of course, she should have expected that the division would never last as their respective bureaus can only act as a safe house for so long. but she hadn’t been prepared for this. hadn’t been prepared to be  alone  again after parting ways with MAVIN. she hadn’t been prepared to find herself standing in a secluded part of the store with the man she had yet to prepare to meet in much different and dangerous circumstances gripping her wrist. for her to pass by casually to what should be a normal day and for him to appear out of the blue and take her arm, his fingers hot and searing her skin leaving invisible marks. he shares the face of a friend but she knows that this man isn’t her COMRADE.

    she tries to tug her arm away, leaning her posture to a particular direction to run but she’s pulled right back in. she takes a step closer, planning to demand for her release but what comes out is a meek voice; tired and admittedly terrified. ❛ what do you want from me ? ❜

✰ @madmonarch .✧

[betterinventor]

CONTINUED X || @madmonarch

   A meal with a scent so appetizing: mix of spices and vegetables combined with a familiar scent of pork. A slice well prepared, and  beautifully set on the plate with seasoning and cooked greens. Snacks, wine and a little touch of a candle to finish the setting. Had she already dug in without a question if not presented with information. Stomach turning. Fingertips lingered on handles of silver cutlery, not picking one up. Food should not go in WASTE, nor played with! A voice rang inside her head as an echo from her childhood, arguing with question of morals taught around the age. And until now, Hilda, herself, had broken quite a list of them. Serving something like THIS was nothing more surprising than the infamous Mad King was known of. At least, she was able to give him points for honesty. The variety of thoughts and questions surfacing the thoughts, there was a long pause before grey hues greeted the blue across the fine table.

   ❝ — ... just. Wow... I am lost in words... I appreciate the thought... and the fact you bring this up now and not after the meal... ❞ It might have been a forced compliment in a place it wasn’t needed. Something to control her temper during dinner. Anyone would have expressed shock over such a discovery. Everything was TWISTED inside the mansion walls. Everything shocking became a norm. Merely, Hilda showed mere disgust towards the grand ingredient of the main course. However, there was an effort of some kind to at least give it a try. Cutlery was picked properly, moved above the dish. A small piece, just to study the texture more closely. Get used to it. Tip of the knife set on top of the juicy piece, disturbed by a flash of a image of cutting someone. Just like a sound of metal cutting plate, it sent a cold shiver through the spine. The cutlery was set down just as softly without a clash, a napkin brought over her lips. A time out. Meat was spoiled! Her mind held her back. Even the sauce and vegetables were spoiled inside her mind. His words were spoken in back ground, hand reached for garlic bread, spreading butter over it. Something to satisfy her need for nutrition.

   ❝ — ...That’s how you reason it, being a hunter in here? ❞  Hilda ate and digested meat, something of living beings capable of feeling and had no problem with it. without a problem. Something she was used to eat since her early childhood. A moral PARADOX she came to question, only now around him, and that paradox was easy to pick and turn against her.   ❝ — ... just how polluted we are... the food and habits... Next time, I rather eat a rabbit than someone on a garbage diet.  ❞

[selfsaving]

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               CHAINS  WEIGH  HEAVY  ON  PALE  WRISTS ,  guards  secured  on  either  side  that  drag  him  through  a  set  of  heavy  doors.  A  CRIME   //   A  REASON  FOR  HIS  BEING  HERE   ?     things  not  provided  to  the  forest  dweller  ——  caught  in  the  wood’s  outskirts  by  the  same  men  that  hold  him  now.  far  OUTNUMBERED  and  mogar  quickly  enough  subdued     (   although  he  offers  his  fair  share  of  struggles  during  their  short  journey   ).

                                        THEY  STOP ,  FINALLY ,  before  a  throne   //   and  a  figure  sat  in  it.  some  command  towards  mogar  to  KNEEL  ——  obviously  not  obeyed   !     pushed  to  the  ground  instead  as  the  guard  to  his  left  bellows  an  introduction.  THE  FERAL  BOY   !     FOUND   &   CAPTURED  ROAMING  LIKE  AN  ANIMAL  THE  WOODS   !     narrowed  eyes  from  mogar  in  the  silence  that  falls.  a  glare  that  falls  and  SETTLES  on  the  throned  man  ——  an  a  growl  that  rumbles  from  his  throat.