this ᵘˢᵉᵈ to be a 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄.

n͟o͟w it's 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 of 𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 clowns. 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻, i'm gonna burn it ᴰᴼᵂᴺㅤᴰᴼᵂᴺㅤㅤᵈᵒʷⁿㅤ ᵈᵒʷⁿㅤ.ㅤ.ㅤ.

[theirmadness]

＃theirmadness,    a collection of original and canon muses from various source materials. headcanon based potrayals with canon peppered in. 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄: 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐓 content found within.

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PSA: semi-permanent hiatus from 22 / 04 / 2026. ** currently not accepting any new threads or asks. **

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A STUDY IN:      the complexity of the human experience and the maddening tragedy of existence. featuring mummy and daddy issues, female rage, trauma of every kind but make it religious and sinful. these people are a cathedral of suffering, mingled in with the sorrowful excuse of being flawed. diving deep into sexuality and the pathetic need for connection that drives every being. an exploration into the supernatural and divinity as a whole.

heavily affiliated with: @drwlf, @storyuntrue, @rejectory, @helenaus, @topshelfperverts, @angcltouched, @thewiickedones ♡

› HIGH MUSE:      most canon and oc female muses. › DRAFT COUNT:      five hundred and twenty7.

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[theirmadness]

hi i caught the plague and i’m trying to work on some drafts + a carrd but toby stephens keeps haunting me w how good he looks and i can’t handle it hows it going w y’all

[cptncnnor]

for @theirmadness 🏴‍☠️

[theirmadness]

i miss writing

[cptncnnor]

@theirmadness

[theirmadness]

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜ (Homie to Wanda)

blue can't track memes. / wanda ♡ @h-a-unted.

wanda's breath hitched at the raw possessiveness in his voice.

his words sliced through the charged air between them like a blade. for a split second, the glow in her eyes flared brighter, chaos magic licking at her fingertips like living flames, responding to the threat and claim coiled in every syllabe. she didn't flinch. she didn't step back. instead, she lifted her chin, meeting those unnervingly blue eyes with a stare that held centuries worth of grief, rage, and hard-won power. she might be the only person alive who isn't afraid of him, and with good reason.

her accent thickened when she spoke. “ you say that as if i'm a thing to be owned. as if you candeclare it and the universe will bend to your will. ”

she took one step closer, the air around her shimmering faintly red, reality itself seemed to warp and ripple at the edges of her presence. “ i have been owned before, darling. by governments. by experiments. by grief so raw it nearly tore the world apart. i have worn collars of fear and chains of love that were supposed to make me feel safe. and every single time, the ones who claimed me learned the same lesson: nothing stays mine when chaos decides otherwise. ” it's a warning, and a threat.

but it's also the reality of her. one who's too arrogant to see.

she reached to touch him with red tendrils still dancing around her fingertips. before her fingers touched his skin, the light disappeared, but her touch felt as if she held it—she cupped his cheek, lovingly, and held his gaze. “ i am the only thing you will never own. the sooner you come to terms with that, the better it will be for you. there is no fighting chaos, my sweet darling. no amount of brute force can undo the darkness that has already claimed my soul. ”

[cptncnnor]

[lukaskyle-moved]

BLACK SAILS — VIII.

[topshelfperverts]

@theirmadness @plcthoraa

[vitalphenomena]

GIFTS ARE A FOREIGN CONCEPT IN THE FIRST PLACE. Everything he's received from his father feels like an afterthought or an accident. Everything he's been given by Kronos is because he's worked for it, bled for it, betrayed his friends for it.

He doesn't regret those choices. They're the ones he's made—that's all.

"Maybe things didn't work out between you and him. Don't take that out on me."

[theirmadness]

poseidon doesn't laugh, but there is a smile on his lips.

one that doesn't reach his eyes. he's surprisingly calm—which coming from him, could be terrifying. but he isn't angry at this child. he is angry at his father for using him. for once again, destroying things. “ i suppose being eaten alive by your father could be considered... things not working out between us. ”

“ i'm not taking anything out on you, luke. we're having a conversation. ” truly, if he wanted, even now, all it would take would be one thought.still, he has done nothing of the sort. “ why does my presence anger you so? ”

[protectxthem]

@theirmadness asked: i did a number on your back. sorry about that. [ raven @ erik <3 ]

PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER | Accepting

Erik sits up on the edge of the bed, glancing over his shoulder to look at his back. He then moves to the mirror and looks at himself in it, turning his back to the mirror and looking over his shoulder again. He chuckles softly, turning to look at Raven. He shrugs a bit and smirks at her. "I asked for it, didn't I?"

He moves over to her and puts a knee on the edge of the bed, before crawling over to her. Once he was close enough he leans in an kisses her. "Wanna go again? Or eat first and then go again?"

[theirmadness]

raven watched him inspect the damage in the mirror with a satisfied smirk on her lips. the angry red scratches running down his back looked even better now—deep enough to sting, but not enough to actually slow someone like him down. this, she knows, is the kind of mark that he'd wear proudly. when he crawled back onto the bed and kissed her, she hummed against his mouth, one hand tangling in his hair.

“ you did ask for it. ” her voice was low, still husky and sleepy. her golden eyes flicekd down his body, then back up to meet his. “ begged, even. pretty sure i remember hearing you say harder at some point. ” she stretched languidly beneath him, like an oversized blue cat, the sheet slipping down just enough to tease him, before she propped herself up on one elbow, coming face to face with him.

“ eat, first. ” she decided, brushing her thumb over his bottom lip. “ you're gonna need the energy. if we go again right now, i'd probably put you in a coma before lunch. ” raven leaned in and nipped at his jaw, stealing a quick kiss from his lips. she gave his hair one last playful tug before rolling toward the edge of the bed. “ come on, magneto. feed me, first. then you can try and survive round two with your favourite wildcat. ”

[cuthalions]

And every time I said my name, they knew my name. The first thing they said every time was your name. Like we was two halves of the same thing. I can’t be your wife, Jack. But you and I are gonna be partners till they put us in the fcking ground. CLARA PAGET as ANNE BONNY & TOBY SCHMITZ as JACK RACKHAM BLACK SAILS (2014 - 2017)

[topshelfperverts]

@theirmadness

[theirmadness]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity ! ☆

if i'm one of ur faves and ur one of my faves.... who's driving the bus??!?!?

[wantdead]

" look, i'm not the kind of asshole who would stand in the way of true love. and if you say you love her, i believe you. " he hesitated, but he had to say it, " — but you're a hunter, claire. how do i know that my baby girl is gonna be safe with you? "

[theirmadness]

claire shifts on her feet, crossing her arms over her chest.

“ you're a hunter, dean. has she ever been safer than she is when she's with you? i get it. you're her dad. it's different. but it's also not, because i love her. i'd burn the world to keep her safe. she means everything to me. you know how much i've already lost because of supernatural shit. you think i'm letting anything take her away from me? ”

[rejectory]

@theirmadness *

As a matter of fact, he does. How should it factor?

Hip cocked, mind’s eye a sweaty glass of sangría, Charles marvels.

❝Would you say that’s very adult of you?❞

Loosely speaking—as Raven’s capacity for containment is in the challenged bracket and objectivity an uncountable noun somewhere on a page. Getting her out in the right skin colour tonight was nothing short of a home birth.

She can take her pick as to the “that,” starting with the ultraviolent projections onto the backs of her eyelids that, may he highlight, have missed their target market entirely.

[theirmadness]

her shoulders tensed at his words. that condescending lilt of his voice scrapes against every raw nerve she had left tonight. “ adult? ” she echoed, the word dripping acid. a short, humourless laugh left her, golden eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

“ that's big, coming from the man who spent half the night letting his students paw at him like he's the second coming of casanova. you want adult? how aboug this: i'm not the one who needs a lecture on containment, professor, ” she used the title like a sharp blade. “ telling you to go to bed instead of letting you smash your pretty face in is actually very adult of me. ” she took a step closer, voice dropping into something quieter.

“ go sleep it off, charles. you've got your precious presentation in the morning. wouldn't want to disappoint all those wide-eyed admirers waiting to hang on every brilliant word that falls from your lips—and do us all a favour... take a long shower first. you smell like regret and bad decisions. ” coming from the mutant he knew to have some of the sharpest instincts? it's a particularly sharp insult, and she knows it, too.

[shnehollander]

Nicholas Galitzine & Anne Hatheway

THE IDEA OF YOU (Dir. Michael Showalter)

[cruisified]

Beef - 2.01 | All the Things We're Never Going to Have

[vitalphenomena]

this is a battle, too, and she's losing. they're losing him. — @theirmadness