#princeofthemadhouse

[sanguinaryprince]

@princeofthemadhouse

For a starter (possibly from this)

               No one dares walk up and throw a punch at Dio! No one! Not even some mad god from a realm unknown, but that didn’t stop the vampire from hissing his displeasure from the surprise assault. It stung, but his rage overpowered the pain as it always had. Bringing himself to full height as he looked down his nose at Sheogorath, The World fading into existence behind him, two large hands settled on the vampire’s shoulders as it rose above him, also gazing down at the prince.

             “You’re getting too comfortable with this, fool. This is the last time I’m letting you get away with it,” Dio growled, amber eyes narrowed sharply. Without another word, The World lashed out.

[dancingdevilbendy-blog]

✒  @princeofthemadhouse​ ll sheogarath

There was something about this guy that caught Bendy’s attention - but he didn’t know what. He made sure that his footsteps were as quiet as they could be(and by quiet, I mean- it’s a surprise the man hadn’t turned around and told him to come out of hiding! his little inky feet were making the ever so slightest splish splash sound!) as he walked behind him from a distance. 

Then, his mind flooded with ideas that he could do to get this man’s attention, and the smile on his face seemed to only grow wider. He looked down at his inky arms, seeing that they were already starting to drip off... it must’ve been the heat, or something, huh? Well, either way, that wasn’t something Bendy should be worrying about at the moment.

He continued to follow after him, purposely making his footsteps louder with each step he took as he let some of the ink on his body drip off and fall onto the cement below him. 

[thatonegrandson-blog]

>> @princeofthemadhouse

“E-excuse me, mister, but I, uhm... I was wondering if maybe... do you know what are these flowers called? They look so pretty and I just wanted to know... If it’s not a problem?”

He looked like someone who might know the answer. It was worth a try to ask.

[lastsarafan-blog]

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princeofthemadhouse replied to your post: ❝ Razzy, put that one back. You don't know where...

“You know what. It moist and covered in glitter. Put it back on the ground.”

@princeofthemadhouse

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“What... are you talking about?

...I don’t know anything of the sort.”

[cyberneticscientist]

princeofthemadhouse replied to your post: [text] Rumor has it that you're built to be a...

[text] late night voices [text] flashes [multimedia message] *selfie of Him throwing up a peace sign among the carnage outside, robot and flesh alike*

[ TEXT ]: I was avoiding this fiasco for a reason.

[ TEXT ]: For the love of God, Sheogorath. What sector is this. Where are you.

[ TEXT ]: I’m not partaking in this fatuous event. Not while my shields are down and there is a potential for blind fire to be shot in my direction just because of my silhouette. Can you at least make it safely towards Sector 005? I’ll find you and let you stay here. 

[ TEXT ]: But you have to promise me you’ll make an effort to behave somewhat reasonably and stay quiet.

[warihumquwitik-blog]

@princeofthemadhouse

This was a predicament she was in.

Kidnapped to a random place for some sort of experiment---should she believe what they were telling her at the least. One should always take the words of those they were taken by with a grain of salt. Either way, she was without any of her gear, only given a toy as a replacement. They were courteous enough to give her a place to stay, though.

Not that she knew where that was.

Figuring her best shot was to ask one of the locals, she looked around, eye locking in on a man that looked a smidge trustworthy. It was worth a shot.

“Hello there,” she called, waving a hand to the man.

“Do have a minute to help an old soul out?”

[thatsaspicytaako-blog]

[ @princeofthemadhouse​​ liked for a starter ]

In any other circumstance, Taako would have adored the sight of the man’s flashy outfit, but having been placed in such an unfamiliar environment with some sad excuse for a replacement wand and his clothes being all to his name--and lest he fail to forget the torment endured inside of Wonderland--he was hesitant to even be on the same side of the street as him. Though, from a look around, between his outfit and others, he could only piece together enough to conclude that this man just happened to dawn the most brilliant wears out of this entire city, and without Magnus or Merle by his side... Who else was he to turn to?

Sluggish strides draw him ever so cautiously towards the well-dressed man, a quick wave being shot in his direction before words escape pursed lips.

“ Hey there--lovin’ the outfit, my dude. Mind if I tag along for a sec’? ”

[lionseekcr-blog]

The Shopping District || Shegorath/Harry

@princeofthemadhouse

Harry doesn’t understand the basic concept of the trains here in Hive. Walking from Sector 01 to the station, it took him two hours to get there. He looked around and suddenly, memories of his first time in Hogwarts came to him. He silently reprimanded himself. Harry was still overwhelmed and confused when he comes here. He has observed the odd routines of the trains, going back and forth in each sector. 

It’s nothing like good ol’ Hogwarts Express, but this is somewhat close..

But then there is a good chance with this, he actually might have a new life and away from his home. The Dursleys were cruel and unkind to him, and he still doesn’t understand why. Harry decided, he’d go to the shopping district and have some good ideas for shopping but he doesn’t know where to start.

This is like his first time in Platform nine and three fourth quarters, all over again. Harry almost laughed. Now, his next big question formed in his head-- who to ask first about the train station’s mechanics--

“Um, excuse me--”

He tried to get attention at someone near him out of vain, hoping it may work for him. For he has spotted a man and hoped he is friendly for a friendly conversation, other Hive Citizens seems to be okay by far.

“Can I have a moment? See, thing is-- I’m not sure how--”

He gestured towards the train station for emphasis. Let alone his anxiety seems to rise in his chest while he meet new people.

“Do these trains require a train ticket?”