#madsenismad

[rustedxmetalxheart]

@madsenismad liked for a starter

    “Would you get the fuck out of my room? I’m not fucking smoking, mind your own goddamn business for once!” It was a lie of course, the scent of weed was painfully obvious in her room. Besides, it wasn’t like David didn’t know she was a pothead.  “You can't just barge into my room whenever you want something to shout about.” She scowled, getting up from her seat on the end of the bed and staring him down with fists clenched at her side. Chloe hated it when David tried to lecture her on what was good for her. “You’re not my dad, asshole!”

[rustedxmetalxheart]

@madsenismad (starter because I love u and miss u and love this AU)

   Chloe stood frantically in the dark, pacing about anxiously while one hand held her cell phone up to her ear, hoping desperately for her step father to pick up quickly. He had said he was always there if she needed help, holy shit did she need major help right now, and he was the only person who she could think could help. There was a certain feeling of guilt in Chloe’s stomach while the phone rang, but trumping over that was an utter sense of dread. David’s revolver was clenched in her left hand, hanging down by her side, and upon hearing him pick up, slightly gasped from relief.

   “David?! Oh thank fucking god, l-listen, I need your help right now... I... I... I need you to get to the old junkyard as soon as you can, please! Max is hurt, and...” Chloe wanted to tell him everything, fearful that somebody else might come and kill her before she could get the truth out, but she kept quiet. Worried eyes turning over to look at the body of Mark Jefferson lying in a pool of blood not three feet away, two bloody bullet holes in his lower chest. Drawing a sharp breath, Chloe swiftly looked away and clenched her eyes shut. “S-some seriously bad shit went down and I-I’m hella scared, you gotta hurry!” 

[cl0nes-dr0nes-salt-blog]

“you’re wrong ”

“I don’t doubt that,” Brooke replied coolly. Her occasional conversation with Madsen routinely led to her at least reexamining her knowledge of events in Arcadia Bay. “But it might help if you told me what I was wrong about.”

[scarypunkghcst]

★

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d ‘borrow’ your money //You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you //You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[ncvabcrn-archive]

❛ You’re here with me. I need you. ❜ ((should be interesting))

“Why ҉d͢o y͡o̸u͜ nee̴d͘ ͘m̵e͡.̴”     She doesn’t look at him, who the hell would anyone want to be with HER? Especially someone like Madsen.       “Ar͝e͜ ͘you͞ g̶oi͏n̵g̢ t̛o ͞mo̵c̷k̸ ͞m̢e͞ a̧gain?̡”

[paeularit--e-archived-blog]

David ♡’ed for a starter

“-- I’m sorry, what was that?”

The aghast countenance that plastered his features was accompanied by a quirk of his brow; hand planting itself onto the top of his desk as he attempted to obscure his rage. Mental games of checkers seemed to be their dialogue, and he grew tired of constantly winning each round. Even so, he couldn’t help but humor the man.

“ Mind saying that again? My ears aren’t what they used to be.”

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madsenismad

“Oh you do? How’s that?” David asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Trust me; my opinion is always validated.”

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"I didn't ask for your opinion Mark"

“You know, I highly beg to differ.”