#maddox strong

[melsie-sims]

It was still raining pretty heavily but that wasn't stopping Maddox from being outdoors working on his handiness skill.

He happened to have more than just unlocking electricity on his mind.

It was his intention to ask a certain question to Bridget soon, and he knew he'd need simoleons to be able to afford starting up a life with her.

[cybernomads]

i'd like to inform everyone that i finished building my new rig and that the raw screenshots that come out of it fuck severely

[mabelmidnight-takeover]

something so warm and comforting about how much the friendships in hsmtmts mean for the show. something about ginas confessions to her friends, something about jets happiest moment being singing on a stage with ricky, something about bigred knowing his best friend and looking out for him, something about ej stepping up to look out for his people everytime he can, something about all of them not letting emmys dream die, about them supporting both seb and carlos with their second chance, something about kourt and ash showing kindness to a classmate and gaining confidence from then on, something about their whole lives being changed bc a year ago they met this group of people that became home.

[annahanover]

screaming

[galaxysharks]

hc that maddox is actually pretty strong. like, she picks up a lot of heavy stage stuff. but nobody apart from EJ knows this and it's sn incredibly pleasant surprise when she sees it in action

I mean that's not even a headcanon, we have evidence to that.

Maddox and EJ move the tables before auditions. That's a solid wooden table, and speaking from experience, anything wood, add 150lbs to whatever you thought it was. But neither one of them is struggling at all, they're having a chat.

She built the set, and that includes a floating staircase on a turntable, and there is no evidence of any lifting equipment.

She gives Jet a little shove when he enters the HSM3 rehearsal, and that boy, plus all their luggage about goes flying.

She carries a bag full of a ton of decently sized rocks to Gina's party without trouble.

Her putting her hands down on the podium nearly knocks it over and sets off feedback

Flinching a little bit pulls a large machine clean over.

Maddie's strong as hell. The wildcats find out via arm wrestling. EJ and Seb are the only ones that challenge her.

[splooosh]

“Sinister”

Joe Quesada - Jimmy Palmotti

[ringthedamnbell]

The Next Generation of Wrestlers You May Not Have Heard Of…Yet. Volume 11

Pro wrestling has been filled with second, third and even fourth generation wrestlers. Some have made it bigger than their family members, while others have flopped badly. Who will rise and who will fall in the latest list of pro wrestlers with a legacy?

Brian Damage Professional wrestling has been filled with second, third and even fourth generation wrestlers. Some have made it bigger than their family members, while others have flopped badly. We have already covered seven installments of this in past with Volume 1, Volume 2, Volume 3, Volume 4, Volume 5 , Volume 6, Volume 7, Volume 8 , Volume 9 and Volume 10. Some made it, while others…

[chrisgordon75]

In this conversation, I chat with actress Tori Griffith who discusses her role as Rosie Maddox in the TV show Elkhorn. She talks about her character's traits and motivations, as well as her preparation for the role. Tori mentions that Rosie is scrappy, ambitious, and kind-hearted. She wants to have her own life and follow her dreams, which were not common for women in that time period. Tori researched books set in the Victorian era and the Old West to understand the mindset of women during that time. She also created a storyboard and a Spotify playlist to immerse herself in the character's world. Tori highlights the strong relationship between Rosie and Medora, played by Ashton Leigh, and how working with Ashton elevated her performance. She also mentions the challenges of portraying a character from a different time period and the importance of knowing the character's backstory. Tori Griffith discusses the challenges of embodying her character in Elkhorn, including the need to be more contained and less expressive. She shares how the costumes helped her get into character and how the heat on set affected the cast. Tori emphasizes the importance of building good relationships with cast and crew on set and shares her experiences working with actors who were down-to-earth and easy to work with. She also mentions her upcoming film, Bau: Artist at War, a Holocaust film set to be released by Paramount. Takeaways Rosie Maddox is a scrappy, ambitious, and kind-hearted character who wants to have her own life and follow her dreams. Tori Griffith researched books set in the Victorian era and the Old West to understand the mindset of women during that time. She created a storyboard and a Spotify playlist to immerse herself in the character's world. Working with Ashton Leigh, who plays Medora, elevated Tori's performance and showcased the strong relationship between their characters. Portraying a character from a different time period comes with challenges, but knowing the character's backstory is crucial for bringing them to life. Embodying a character sometimes requires being more contained and less expressive. Costumes can help actors get into character and improve their posture and mannerisms. Building good relationships with cast and crew on set is important for a positive working environment. Working with down-to-earth actors can make the filming experience more enjoyable. Tori Griffith has an upcoming film, Bau Artist at War, a Holocaust film set to be released by Paramount. Chapters 00:00 Introduction and Technical Difficulties 02:07 Introducing Tori Griffith and Elkhorn 04:32 Describing Rosie Maddox in Three Words 07:00 Creating a Storyboard and Spotify Playlist 12:38 The Strong Relationship Between Rosie and Medora 19:14 Challenges of Portraying Rosie Maddox 21:33 Challenges of Character Embodiment 25:32 Filming in Hot Weather 32:59 Building Relationships on Set 39:15 Upcoming Film: Bau: Artist at War

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Random Descendants Incorrect quotes

(with ships)

Queen of Hearts: Why are you drinking, Red?

Red: I don’t drink anymore, so don’t start with that.

Queen of Heart, holding an empty water bottle: So why was this under your bed?

Red: WE NEED WATER TO LIVE!

Queen of Hearts: NOT IN MY DAMN HOUSE!

(such a great mother)

---

Red: If a demon possessed me, I’d just be like, “Okay, take it from here, good luck man.”

(fr)

---

Dizzy: Truth or dare?

Chloe: Truth!

Dizzy : Do you-

Red: I dare you to kiss me.

Chloe: *kisses Red*

Dizzy, to Celia: They said “truth”, right?

(pretty sure it was a dare 👀)

---

Chloe: So you like cats?

Red: Yeah.

Chloe: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

(Chloe is jealous of Earl getting Red's attention. Context here)

---

Celia: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Maddox: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Dizzy: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned.

Chloe: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Chad: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Red: I have emotional scars.

(that's Chad in college)

---

Ben: Hey, what have you two been up to?

Carlos: We were helping Evie write their vows, but they kicked us out because Jay was making inappropriate suggestions.

Jay: How is "Mal, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?

(why kick Carlos out tho 😪)

---

Uma: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?

Mal: Bees?

Uma: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES!

Mal: Wait-

*Harry approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

(yeah. Ouch)

---

Mal, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Jay: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Jay: Here you go.

Mal:

Jay:

Ben: Why am I here?

(damn-)

---

Merlin: Fay, you'll be working with Maleficent and Hades.

Fay: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Fay: ...Of people on a team.

(I understand lol)

---

Morgie: *Takes a sip of milk and gags*

Morgie: Oh my god, is this expired?

Morgie: *Takes another sip of milk*

(Morgie why are you so relatable)

---

Mal: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Ben: That's great, Mal. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

(Canon)

---

*Bridget sneezes*

Ella: Bridget, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!

*Charming sneezes*

Ella: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

(Yuh)

---

Bridget: I eat cheerios because they’re heart healthy.

Bridget: And my heart has been severely damaged, so Ella, if you’re out there—

(This makes me imagine that Bridget confessed her feelings to Ella at Castlecoming, Ella took it well but doesn't feel the same and also avoids Bridget while at the dance. Bridget was heartbroken but accepted it, then she got turned into a monster. Ella has been avoiding her and didn't go to help. I don't know how feelings work lol. You make it make sense)

---

Chloe: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Red: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Chloe: That one. I want that one.

(let's hope the caterpillar wasn't smoking)

---

Mal: Do you always have to attack me with your words?

Audrey: Would you prefer me to use a brick?

(oop)

---

*The Squad is on the bus, and a child is crying*

Uliana: *rolls eyes to the sky*

Bridget: *makes funny faces to get them to stop*

Hades: *puts their earphones on at 100% volume*

Hook: *doesn't mind, doesn't bother*

Morgie: *is the reason they're crying*

Maleficent: *enjoys in silence*

(Morgie accidentally scared the child)

---

*when a child starts crying in public*

Charming: *tries to make the child laugh*

Tiana: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*

Fay: *gives detailed instructions to the parents*

Ella: *ignores the child*

Jaladdin: *is the reason why the child is crying*

(I'm the baby. And that reason is valid)

---

Fay, entering Maleficent room: Hades did it again.

Maleficent: Peace disturbance?

Fay: What no-

Maleficent: Arson..?

Fay: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY-

Maleficent: uh....Attempted murder?

Fay: NO, THEY ATE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, BUT WHAT THE FU-

(Yeah they live together. So what?)

---

Fay: Can I bother you for a second?

Hades: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

(Yeh. Basically)

---

The end of the beginning.

I'm tired so I shall sleep 😪.

I wanted to add more but I shall post it now already.

Ok byeee

[mxnsterbabe]

Male Ghoul/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 4,389 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist

A new rock band is taking yoru city by storm, their identities hidden behind masks and personas. You seem to know the lead singer already.

The concert venue buzzed with energy. You stood with your friend, squeezed into the crowd, everyone around you eager and excited. The stage loomed ahead, hidden in shadows, promising something incredible. 

When the lights dimmed, the crowd gasped. Voices hushed, replaced by the thumping of your heart. You leaned forward, trying to see. Nocturne Eclipse—the band everyone was talking about. They were a mystery, hidden behind masks.

The first notes of the song cut through the darkness, sending chills down your spine. Lights flashed, revealing four figures in dark, gothic outfits. Their masks were eerie and beautiful. The lead singer drew your eyes. He moved gracefully, his voice powerful and haunting. 

“Welcome!” he shouted, voice crackling through the microphone. “Let’s have some noise, hmm? I hope everyone has a great night!”

The crowd erupted in cheers. Beside you, Melanie tossed dark braids over her shoulder and gripped your arm, face grinning.

As the first song played, you felt it in your bones. You’d never been a fan of rock, but the deep thrum of the bass and the lead’s rough, scratching vocals itched at the back of your brain.

That voice tugged at something deep inside you, a distant memory. You’d heard that voice before; not at concerts, but in your own garage back in college. But that was impossible. Right? 

His mask slipped a bit; and before he could fix it, you caught a flash of a black neck tattoo. A giant hornet curling around his ear. 

Your breath caught. It was him.

Your friend nudged you, snapping you back to the present. You couldn’t look away from the stage. The band’s music was mesmerizing, the crowd swaying as one. For you, everything narrowed to that one familiar face.

The song ended in thunderous applause, but you barely noticed. Your heart raced. As the band started their next song, you pushed through the crowd, desperate to get closer.  Melanie called after you, but you didn't stop.

You reached the stage’s edge, a barrier separating you from the band. You watched, transfixed, as he sang. For a minute he stuttered, mask tilted down to look at you.

Security was tight, blocking your way, but you didn't care. You shouted his name, your voice lost in the noise. He was right there, so close. He looked at you for a moment longer than the rest.

Suddenly, strong hands gripped your arms, pulling you back. Security. 

"Hey! I know him!" you shouted, trying to break free, but firm hands curled around your arms and yanked you away.

The guard shook his head. "Everyone thinks they know the band. Calm down."

"No, you don't understand. I actually do know him!" you insisted, voice rising in desperation.

The guard's eyes narrowed. "You're crazy. Go home and sleep it off."

"I'm sober!" you protested, but he was already dragging you toward the exit.

Outside, the cool night air hit you. The guard released you with a final warning glance. You stood there, heart pounding, mind reeling.

Moments later, your friend darted out of the venue, eyes wide. "What the hell was that about?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "The lead singer... he has the same tattoos as Maddox."

"Maddox?" she repeated, brows furrowed.

"Yes. Maddox. My ex-boyfriend — who died in a car crash a week before graduation four years ago," you said, your voice breaking.

Her eyes widened, disbelief mingling with the realisation of what you were saying. The night air felt colder, the reality of your words sinking in. Maddox was alive, but something was terribly wrong.

Melanie sighed and said, “maybe we should go home.”

She guided you to her car, her touch grounding you as you both slipped into the seats. The drive was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the silence between you. You stared out the window, trying to piece together the fragments of what you'd seen.

"I'm sorry for cutting the night short," you said finally, breaking the tension.

Melanie glanced over at you. "Don't worry about it. I'm just concerned. Maybe he just has a similar tattoo and you're... freaking out over nothing."

You shook your head, the memory of that night vivid. "I was with him when he got that tattoo. It was his twenty-first birthday. It was custom. I would know it anywhere."

Melanie didn't reply immediately, focusing on the road ahead. Soon, you reached your flat. The familiar surroundings should have brought comfort, but your mind was still racing. You both went inside, the warm lights of the living room casting a soft glow over everything. Melanie headed to the kitchen, filling the kettle and setting it on the stove.

She made tea, the ritualistic clinking of cups and spoons soothing in its normalcy. You watched her, your mind still grappling with the impossible reality.

"Melanie," you began, your voice low, "what if Maddox is... like you?"

Melanie paused, looking up at you. Her expression was a mix of sympathy and seriousness. "Being a werewolf won't bring someone back from the dead."

You sipped your tea when she handed it to you, the warmth spreading through you, but it did little to ease the cold knot of fear and confusion in your chest. If Maddox wasn't a werewolf, then what was he? How was he alive after all this time? 

Melanie placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It has to be a coincidence. It can't be Maddox."

You nodded, trying to convince yourself. "Yeah, you're right." You finished your tea, but as Melanie flipped through channels, settling on a light-hearted show, your mind kept drifting back. The tattoo could be a coincidence, but his voice? That was Maddox’s voice. You’d never heard the band live before and never made the connection, but hearing him in person… there was no doubt in your mind.

The evening wore on, and you listened to the TV drone. Melanie laughed at something on the screen, but you barely noticed. 

Finally, you sighed and stood up. "I'm going to bed," you said softly.

Melanie looked up, concern still evident in her eyes. "Alright. Try to get some rest."

You nodded and made your way to your bedroom. The familiar space felt strange tonight, the shadows seeming darker, the silence heavier. You changed into your pyjamas, the fabric soft against your skin, and climbed into bed. The hum of the TV in the living room was a faint comfort, a reminder that you weren't alone.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling, the night's events playing over and over in your mind. Eventually, exhaustion pulled you under, and you drifted into a restless sleep, your dreams haunted by a voice you thought you'd never hear again.

***

The next morning, you woke to the sound of your phone buzzing. Groggily, you reached over to your nightstand, squinting at the screen. A missed call from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, you played the voicemail.

Your heart nearly stopped. It was Maddox's voice, clear and unmistakable without the din of a concert hall. "I need to see you. Meet me at thirty-two Yarrow Street. Noon." The call ended abruptly, leaving you staring at your phone in disbelief. You tried to call the number back, but it wouldn’t go through. It was as if he had called and then immediately blocked your number.

You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to process. It was silly, maybe even dangerous, but you had to know the truth. You scribbled a quick note for Melanie, explaining you had to step out and would be back later. You left it on the kitchen table, hoping she’d see it soon.

Grabbing your keys, you headed out, the address looping in your mind. You plugged it into your sat nav, and it led you through winding streets and unfamiliar neighbourhoods. Your mind raced with every turn, each passing moment bringing you closer to answers—or more questions.

Eventually, you found yourself in front of an old warehouse. The building loomed large and foreboding, its windows darkened, its structure showing signs of age and neglect. You parked the car and sat for a moment, staring at the imposing facade.

You stepped out of the car, the cool morning air hitting your face as you stared at the old warehouse. The building's structure seemed out of place, a relic of the past nestled in an unfamiliar neighbourhood. You hesitated for a moment, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on you, but curiosity and a desperate need for answers propelled you forward.

The warehouse door creaked as you pushed it open. To your surprise, it wasn't locked. You stepped inside, your footsteps echoing in the vast, dimly lit space. As your eyes adjusted to the gloom, you took in the surroundings. The interior had been transformed into a makeshift home. 

There was a living area with mismatched furniture, a battered sofa, and a low coffee table cluttered with empty bottles and crumpled papers. A messy kitchenette occupied one corner, dishes piled high in the sink, and a faint smell of toast and jam lingered in the air. It was run-down, far from the glamorous lifestyle you’d expect from a new, popular band.

As you ventured further inside, you caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye. Your heart pounded in your chest as a figure emerged from the shadows, clad in a hoodie that obscured his face. He paused.

"Hi," the man said, his voice soft and familiar. 

Your breath caught in your throat. There was no mistaking it. It was Maddox. Despite the hoodie concealing his face, you knew it was him. He seemed different, shy and hesitant, nothing like the confident, enigmatic figure you’d seen on stage.

"Maddox?" you whispered, taking a tentative step forward.

"Where are we? How are you alive?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope. "What happened to you?"

Your questions tumbled out, one after another, your mind racing to make sense of the impossible. Maddox stood there, his expression pained but resolute. Instead of answering, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. 

The hug was unexpected, and for a moment, you stiffened in shock. Then the familiarity of his embrace washed over you, and you melted into him. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the feeling of being held by him once more. 

You closed your eyes, trying to hold onto the sensation, the reality of his presence grounding you in the here and now. The questions still swirled in your mind, demanding answers, but for this moment, you let them fade away. 

His hold on you tightened slightly, and you felt the subtle tremor in his hands. 

"I have answers," he said softly, “but can we just stay like this a bit longer?"

You nodded, hugging him tighter. His embrace was comforting yet strange. Maddox had always been a bigger guy, a regular at the gym with a solid build. Now, he felt too thin. The broad shoulders were the same, but you could feel his ribs through the fabric of the hoodie. It sent a chill down your spine.

When you finally pulled away, you caught a glimpse of his eyes beneath the hood. They were deep set and black, so different to the bright, warm hazel eyes you remembered. The sight made your heart ache as you pulled away.

Maddox guided you to the makeshift living area and sat you down on the worn sofa. He sat next to you, his posture tense, hands clasped together tightly. He seemed nervous, a far cry from the confident, vibrant man you once knew. 

"I'm sorry," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant to leave you... but I had to, for your own safety."

Your heart pounded in your chest. He took a deep breath, the words seeming to cost him more than you could imagine.

"Four years ago, I died," he said, the statement hanging heavy in the air. "You know that, obviouslyI don't remember much from the accident itself, just that everything went black. Then... I woke up in the morgue. I scared the owner half to death when I came back on the table."

Your mind struggled to process his words. It was surreal, like a nightmare you couldn't wake from. Maddox's eyes searched yours, desperate for understanding.

"I don't know how I came back," he continued, his voice breaking slightly. "All I know is that I did. I wasn't the same. I’m... different now. It took me a while to figure out what that meant."

He paused, looking away for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I found others like me. The band... we're all like this, more or less. We’re a family now. It's the only way we've survived, by sticking together."

The room seemed to close in around you, the weight of his confession pressing down like a physical force. You reached out, placing a hand on his knee, grounding yourself in reality.

"What happened to you?" you asked, your voice trembling. "How did you become... this?"

Maddox shook his head slowly. "I don't have all the answers. I wish I did. All I know is that I died and came back. The others—my bandmates—they have similar stories. We don't know why or how, but we're trying to make the best of it."

You looked at him, seeing the pain and confusion etched into his features. It was clear that he had been through hell and back, and the journey had left scars deeper than the physical.

"I missed you," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Every day, I missed you."

Maddox reached out, taking your hand in his. "I missed you too. Every single day. I think about you all the time, the things I would have done differently if I’d known this would happen.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, the emotional floodgates breaking. The pain of his loss, the confusion of his return, and the fear of what it all meant—it was overwhelming.

He squeezed your hand, his touch a lifeline in the storm of emotions. "I know it's a lot to take in," he said softly. "I’m sorry. Would it have been better if you never knew?"

You shook your head, squeezing his hand in return. “No, God no. I’m glad I know the truth.”

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his cheek. His skin was cold. "Can I see you?" you asked, your voice trembling with both fear and determination.

Maddox hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty in his dark eyes. "I don’t look like I used to," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t even look human."

You nodded, your resolve unwavering. "I want to see you."

Slowly, he reached up and pulled back the hood. His black hair fell across his face, streaked with pure white. He was thin, almost gaunt, with sunken eyes. They were entirely black, save for a faint blueish glow in the center.

He looked at you nervously, waiting for your reaction. You could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the fear of rejection. Instead of recoiling, you felt a surge of desire—love, longing.

Without thinking, you lurched forward and kissed him. The contact was electric, sending a jolt through your entire body. His lips were cool against yours, but you didn’t carel. You poured everything into that kiss—the years of pain, the longing, the relief at finding him again.

Maddox’s initial shock melted away as he responded, his hands moving to cradle your face. He kissed you back with a hunger that mirrored your own, a deep, aching need. The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you, lost in the moment.

Your heart pounded in your chest. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as if afraid you might disappear again. You could feel his desperation, his need to hold onto this moment, to make up for lost time.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the now unfamiliar contours of his body. It didn’t matter. He was still Maddox, still the man you loved.

When you finally pulled away. Only you were breathless. Did Maddox even need to breathe?

You stared into his eyes, searching for any sign of the man you once knew. Despite the changes, despite the inhuman features, the essence of Maddox was still there.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but they were tears of relief, of joy. "I don’t care what you look like," you whispered, your voice breaking. "You’re still you."

Maddox’s eyes softened, a small, grateful smile playing on his lips. "I’ve missed you so much," he murmured.

You hugged him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around you in return. 

You kissed him again, slower this time, savouring the moment. You slung a leg over his, tugging him close, and rested your head against his shoulder. 

He held you tightly, his touch both familiar and foreign. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. "For my cold skin, for being... well, this."

You lifted your head to look at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I like it," you replied sincerely. "This new you has its own charm. Besides, you're still Maddox. That's all that matters."

He looked at you with those gorgeous dark eyes, then pulled you even closer. You buried yourself into his side, feeling his steady, if slightly abnormal, heartbeat. 

"It's funny," you said, your voice muffled against his chest. "You were right in front of me this whole time. The band is one of Melanie's favourites. I mean, she loves Embers too — but you’re definitely top three."

Maddox chuckled, a sound that was both familiar and comforting. "Yeah, I’ve been keeping an eye on you from a distance."

You looked up at him, seeing a hint of the old Maddox in his expression. The tension in his features seemed to ease, replaced by a sense of tentative happiness.

He sighed, a contented sound, and kissed the top of your head. "It's been so long since I've felt anything close to normal," he admitted. "Being here with you... it feels like coming home."

You smiled, nuzzling deeper into his embrace. "It feels like home to me too."

You nestled closer to Maddox, your head resting against his chest as you watched him from the corner of your eye. The changes were undeniable. His teeth seemed sharper, peeking out slightly when he spoke. His fingers were longer, more slender, giving his hands an almost skeletal appearance. There was a subtle wrongness to his features, a hint of something not right.

You found yourself strangely drawn to these changes for reasons you couldn’t place. They were a part of him now, a part of the new Maddox. Despite his worries, you didn’t find it gross or repulsive. He was still as beautiful as you remembered.

He shifted slightly, his arms tightening around you, as if he sensed your thoughts. "I know I look... different," he said, his voice hesitant. "You don’t have to sit so close if you don’t want to."

You looked up at him, your gaze steady. "I don’t mind," you insisted softly. "It's different, sure, but it's still you. I love you, Maddox, no matter what you look like."

He sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're something else, you know that?"

You smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Can I meet the rest of the band?" you asked, curious about the people who had become his new family. "I want to know everything about your life now."

Maddox hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. "Maybe," he said slowly. "Beneath the masks and the band getup, some of them look... way worse than I do.."

You shook your head, undeterred. "I don’t think I care," you said firmly. "If they’re your family, then I want to meet them. I want to understand your world."

He studied you for a moment, searching your face for any sign of doubt. When he found none, his expression softened. "Alright," he agreed quietly. "It might take a while for them to warm up to you."

You nodded, understanding the caution. "I’ll take my time," you promised. "I just want to be a part of your life again, Maddox. All of it."

He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "And I want you to be," he whispered. "More than anything."

Maddox pulled out his phone, typing quickly. You watched him, the familiar lines of concentration etched into his face as he messaged the group. Moments later, his phone buzzed with a response. He read it, his expression shifting slightly.

"Jaehyun isn't thrilled about me telling you," he said, glancing at you. "Though they'll meet with you if I insist."

You grinned. “Great, I can’t wait.”

***

A few days later, the moment finally arrived. You sat with Maddox on the worn sofa, curled together for comfort. Maddox’s arm was draped around your shoulders, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your arm.

"It’ll be okay," he murmured, sensing your anxiety. "They’re cautious, but they’ll come around."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. The seconds ticked by slowly until a soft knock echoed through the warehouse. Maddox squeezed your shoulder before standing to open the door. Jaehyun stepped inside, his presence imposing even in the dim light.

Jaehyun removed his mask slowly; he was even more gaunt than Maddox, eyes sunken and pale. His skin was grey and withered, pulled too tightly across jutting cheekbones. 

He was an unsettling sight, but you kept your expression steady, determined not to show your nerves.

"Jaehyun," Maddox greeted, motioning him inside. "This is her."

Jaehyun stepped forward, his eyes scanning you critically. For a moment, you wondered if this was a test, a challenge to see if you could handle the reality of their world. He held out a hand, skeletal fingers extended in a gesture of introduction.

You took his hand without hesitation, shaking it firmly. His grip was cool and surprisingly strong. "Nice to meet you," you said, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart.

Jaehyun studied you for a moment longer before his tense expression softened. "It's nice to meet you too," he replied, his voice surprisingly gentle for someone with such a daunting appearance.

Relief washed over you as the initial tension dissipated. Maddox returned to your side, pulling you back into his embrace. Jaehyun took a seat across from you, still observing but with a hint of curiosity rather than suspicion.

The three of you sat in silence for a moment, the atmosphere slowly easing. Jaehyun's acceptance was the first step, and you could feel the barriers beginning to lower. 

"You know," Jaehyun said, breaking the silence, "Maddox talks about you a lot. Always going on about how he wished he could speak to you again. I’m glad he had the chance.”

You smiled, the warmth of his words helping to dispel your lingering nerves. "I'm glad, too. I’m sorry if… if me insisting on meeting you guys is annoying or anything.”

“It’s fine, you seem like the good sort. Stick around long enough, and you’ll see we’re not so bad. Just a bit... different."

The tension in the room eased further as Jaehyun relaxed, leaning back in his seat. You glanced at Maddox, and he squeezed your shoulder.

The door creaked open, and the last member of the band entered. They moved with a quiet, almost hesitant step, immediately drawing your attention. This newcomer, who must have been the drummer, was markedly different from the others. Their face was a gaunt landscape of heavy scarring, the skin tight and withered. Their arms were exposed, revealing a more gruesome sight—several fingers were missing, and the ones that remained were elongated and claw-like.

Juni’s eyes didn’t meet yours. Instead they flicked around the room before landing on you only briefly. They seemed to shrink back slightly, clearly uncomfortable and unsure.

Maddox stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Juni’s shoulder, and gently guided them into the room.

"This is Juni," Maddox introduced softly.

Juni shrugged off Maddox’s touch and wandered over to linger behind Sloane, their posture tense. The contrast between their somber presence and Sloane’s vibrant energy was striking.

You took a deep breath and offered a tentative smile. "Hello," you managed, your voice steady despite your own nerves.

Juni’s gaze met yours for a fleeting moment before they looked away, giving a slight nod in acknowledgment. 

Sloane chimed in with a cheerful tone. "Don’t mind Juni, they’re just a bit shy," he said, his grin wide. "Trust me though, they’re the best drummer you’ll ever hear."

Juni’s lips curled into a small, appreciative smile, though they remained close to Sloane, still wary. You could see the effort it took for them to be here.

Maddox returned to your side, pulling you close. His lips brushed against yours in a brief, tender kiss. His breath tickled against your skin and you smiled.

"Get a room, you two," Sloane teased, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Maddox rolled his eyes but smiled, his hand squeezing yours. "Now that you’ve met everyone, what do you think?" he asked, his eyes searching yours. The room grew quiet, all eyes on you, waiting for your response.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, glancing around at the faces before you. Jaehyun, eerie eyes boring into yours; Sloane, so welcoming; and Juni, nervous but undeniably gentle. They were an unusual group, but somehow they all just fit together.

"I'm glad you found a family like this, Maddox," you said finally, your voice steady and sincere. "People who understand you, who you can rely on. If you’re all willing, I’d like to be a part of it too."

Sloane's face lit up with delight. "Hell yeah!" he exclaimed.

Maddox’s eyes softened, and he pulled you in for another kiss. He cupped your cheek, put everything into that kiss and it left you reeling. 

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were grinning.

"Welcome to the family.”

[silassinclair]

My Yandere OC Info!!

Masterlist Here!!

Here’s some moodboards of my Yandere ocs and general information :) May or may not add more ocs overtime. Stay tuned to find out ;)

Maddox Graves, Outlaw

Yandere Type: Possessive

Yandere Intensity: 73%

Age: Mid 30s

Race/Ethnicity: Mexican-American

Personality: Loner, Dangerous, Smooth, Calculated, Flirty

Pet Names: Sweet Heart, Princess, Honey, Baby

Dante Verona, Ghost

Yandere Type: Obsessive

Yandere Intensity: 100%

Age: ???

Race/Ethnicity: Italian

Personality: Selfish, Well Mannered, Desperate, Whiny, Clingy

Pet Names: Amore Mio, My Love, Darling

Viktor Markov, Boxer

Yandere Type: Protective

Yandere Intensity: 56%

Age: 24

Race/Ethnicity: Russian

Personality: Quiet, Cold, Strategic, Defensive, Strong

Pet Names: Kroshechnyy (Tiny)

[melsie-sims]

"Oh, hey baby! I didn't think you were coming," Bridget said when, after a couple hours, she finally spotted her boyfriend in the crowd.

Maddox chuckled and sipped his drink. "I was outside by myself, jumping in mud puddles. It was a real good time."

"No fair, you didn't even ask me to join?" Bridget asked.

"Well," Maddox moved toward her, taking one of her hands in his. "I might know something else you might be interested in... It might be just as fun..."

"Oh?" Bridget raised an eyebrow, interested in knowing more.

[eightmakesonebraincell]

With the smoke and the strong winds (I can hear this is in Maddox's voice) , I was like sheesh hope our boys are doing okay

There's this gif of Jongho circulating around where he sips whiskey with one hand and mic in other with the wind sweeping his bangs and I fucking lose it everytime. On that note, I am absolutely FERAL for bf! Jongho from your texts.

On other (A)news (miss announcer yunho) While I am indeed losing my sanity, one of my abstracts got selected for publication. I am not telling many people around me cause I don't wanna jinx it but I thought this was a nice follow up to my online woes

Oh and I like how you can guess your anons to a certain extent through their writing style. Very cute

-bulleo bulleo anon

coachella!jongho with his wind-swept bangs is a ⚠️danger⚠️ to humankind because WHO LET HIM LOOK THIS YUMMY

but omg omg omg!!! your abstract got selected for publication??? THAT'S HUGE OH MY GOD??? THE BIGGEST CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU BUBS I'M SO PROUD OF YOU 🥹🫶 also you were the first anon i ruled out bc you use capitals HAHAHA

[madson-of-hermes-notluke]

He faux gasps. "Lily! You, you wouldn't drown me, would you? But... but I'm just a poor boy. 🥺"

Open RP Starter because I'm bored and it's 4 am 👍

Maddox rolled around camp, finally settling on a spot next to a large tree where he could sip his lemonade while he observed the other campers' antics. He was having a fairly enjoyable evening, no assholes commenting about his physical conditions and no gods threatening to smite camp, so it had to have been a good day for good things.

Or maybe he'd spoken too soon. Someone barreled into the tree next to him, jarring him out of his serene mind. "Hey, watch it."

[melmedardasworld]

your fics are so good! I love the chemistry between klonnie. What scenes in canon would you rewrite to feature more Klonnie?

Ah, thank you so much! I try. ☺️ Klonnie will always have my heart mainly because it pairs one of my two favorite and most powerful characters in the TVDU.

There are so many opportunities in the show to naturally build up Klonnie, and it would still make sense, especially if it is a slow burn, which would be the best course for Klonnie, in my opinion. Also, E2L is my favorite trope if you've read my collection of one-shots and other works. But it fit and would also work for them in the show since they can stand up to the other given their power.

But going for specific scenes and rewriting them for Klonnie comes to mind. This will be a long post, and I will make separate posts to focus on other seasons too so this answer will focus on season 2 only. Thanks, anon, for giving me this creative brain boost because I am going down a rabbit hole. Will I write it? Chances are small, but never say never. But I love sharing my what-ifs on here to at least get them out of my mind.

Season 2: Klonnie are enemies, plain and simple. They're out to kill each other. Bonnie to protect her friends, and Klaus to become the Original Hybrid and for power.

I would mainly focus on the last few episodes in this season. But Bonnie is secluded from the others because she has to fake her death from Klaus. I've given my opinion and feelings about having her off-screen so much just to save the day by beating the big bad. However, it does allow me to take liberties by setting the tone for Klonnie, which would pay off later in the later seasons. Also, I am still trying to keep the overall plot the same.

Season 2, Episode 17 - "Know Thy Enemy":

• Damon leads Bonnie and Jeremy to the Witch's House, where Bonnie harnesses the power of dead witches (first use of Spirit magic).

• Bonnie feels the deaths of the witches and realizes she must be careful as her body isn't strong enough to channel so much power. She keeps this secret from everyone except Jeremy.

• The goal is for Bonnie to have enough power to deal with Klaus, as per Elijah's plan.

• Klaus, working through Isobel, sets his plans in motion with his witch Maddox.

• Klonnie element: While they don't interact directly, this sets the moment when they prepare for an eventual confrontation, setting the stage for future encounters.

Season 2, Episode 18 - "The Last Dance":

• Alaric!Klaus gathers information through a compelled Katherine, learning the group believes Bonnie has lost her powers.

• Klaus decides to do personal reconnaissance as Alaric to observe his doppelgänger and verify Bonnie's power status.

• Bonnie expresses confidence in her ability to take down anyone, including an Original.

• Key Klonnie moment: When Bonnie confidently states she can take down anyone, Alaric!Klaus briefly shows interest and doubt about her power and self-assurance. He is both intrigued, but mostly wants her gone since she is the thing that can ruin his plans.

• Alaric!Klaus consults with Maddox about killing Bonnie, learning that channeling too much power will kill her.

• At the dance, Alaric!Klaus observes Bonnie and lures her into a confrontation.

• The cafeteria showdown: Bonnie is ruthless with her attacks on Alaric!Klaus.

• Klonnie element: During their battle, Klaus (in Alaric's body) shows a flicker of interest in Bonnie's power. He mentions the "new order," he planned for 1000 years hinting at a potential alliance if circumstances were different. Klaus internally acknowledges that in different circumstances, he might have tried to recruit Bonnie to his side.

• This encounter plants a seed for future interactions while maintaining their current enemy status.

Season 2, Episode 19 - "Klaus":

• Bonnie, while in hiding, learns about Klaus's history with her own research through her ancestors.

• Bonnie sees unconnected visions of Klaus's past, including his human life, first turning, and transformation into the notorious monster he's become.

• Through it, Bonnie discovers the truth about the Sun and Moon Curse being the actual Hybrid Curse and thinks it’s best to focus on weakening Klaus by eliminating his witch, Maddox.

• She plots with Damon to deal with Maddox at the right moment to prevent Klaus from finding a replacement in time.

• Klaus appears in his original body.

• Klonnie element: Bonnie's growing curiosity about Klaus's past and the "new order" he mentioned, she is looking for a way to weaken him and protect her friends.

Season 2, Episode 21 - "The Sun Also Rises":

• Jeremy and Bonnie search for a resuscitation spell to save Elena from becoming a vampire.

• The ritual started. Bonnie offers to perform a locator spell to find Klaus, using Elijah's blood.

•Building up Klonnie through a conversation with Elijah:

- While performing the spell, Bonnie questions Elijah about vampire nature and morality.

- She asks how vampires, can lose their humanity after living so long, they started as humans.

- Bonnie expresses her opinion about vampire cruelty given her experience with them, fueling her desire to kill Klaus.

- Elijah reveals that he and Klaus weren't always monsters and explains his past loyalty to Klaus.

- He discloses Klaus's betrayal - the murder of their family - and his quest for atonement.

- This conversation provides Bonnie with indirect insight into Klaus's character and history.

• Bonnie questions Elijah's resolve to kill Klaus, given their brotherhood. Elijah assures her of his commitment.

• During the sacrifice ritual:

- Bonnie confronts Klaus, shocking him with her survival and power.

- She taunts Klaus, declaring his "new order" will never rise. Yes my girl is petty like that, we know this.

• Elijah betrays them, fleeing with Klaus when promised the whereabouts of their family.

• Bonnie feels betrayed but also stupid for not expecting it, reinforcing her distrust of vampires but also complicating her understanding of family loyalty.

Season 2, Episode 22 - "As I Lay Dying":

• We shift to Klaus, who wakes up naked in the empty woods after his first transformation as a hybrid. Elijah is with him and explains that Klaus was in his werewolf form for two days, even after the full moon had passed.

• Klaus is elated by this revelation. He smiles as he recalls every kill he made during his transformation, showcasing his newfound power and the control he has over his hybrid nature.

• Elijah reminds Klaus of their bargain - he wants to see the family members Klaus supposedly killed. Klaus assures Elijah that he will follow through with the deal soon enough.

• Klaus then taunts Elijah about having to break his word to save him, referencing Elijah's alliance with "the little witch" (Bonnie) and the Salvatores.

• In a subtle Klonnie moment, Klaus wonders aloud if the Salvatores and their "secret weapon" (referring to Bonnie) aren't seeking revenge. This shows that Bonnie is very much on Klaus's mind, recognizing her as a significant threat.

• Elijah urges Klaus to hurry, but Klaus tells him to lighten up, assuring him that they will soon be reunited with their family.

• Internally, Klaus reflects on his near-death experience at Bonnie's hands. Despite now being unkillable as the Hybrid, he's acutely aware of how close Bonnie came to ending him. This leads him to consider his next moves regarding Bonnie:

1. He needs to keep an eye on her, either to potentially use her power or to eliminate her as a threat.

2. With no witches currently serving him, he contemplates forcing Bonnie's hand by threatening her friends and Mystic Falls.

3. He also considers waiting for Bonnie to come after him in retaliation for Elena's death, curious to see her next move.

• Klaus finds himself somewhat impressed by Bonnie's power and fearlessness, remembering how she was ready to face both him and Elijah even if it meant her death. This sparks a sense of respect and a desire to gain her loyalty, possibly even corrupt her to his side.

• However, Klaus puts these thoughts aside for now. He has work to do first, needing to rebuild his "new order" with a new species sired solely to him: Hybrids.

• The scene then transitions to Stefan and Bonnie at the witches' house. Bonnie explains that she will attempt to summon Emily to find a cure for the werewolf bite. Bonnie attempts to contact Emily for a cure to the werewolf bite, but is rebuked by the spirits for misusing their power.

• Left alone, Bonnie tries to reconnect with the spirits, seeking guidance about Klaus's survival and new hybrid status.

• The spirits remain silent, leaving Bonnie questioning their concept of balance and feeling unsupported.

• This marks the beginning of Bonnie's doubt about the spirits and her role in maintaining supernatural balance.

• Her growing uncertainty and isolation could potentially create an opening for future interactions with Klaus, as both navigate their evolving supernatural identities.

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - seventy-one | whirlwind

It was terrifying how fast Hongjoong had scheduled the pitch meeting with the CEO, and even more terrifying how fast you were working on the pitch for Ans:wer’s revamp. The rest of the day was a flurry as you, Hongjoong, and Maddox put together the presentation, at the same time pooling ideas for the first album and making notes for the title track. By the end of the night you had the presentation, now fleshed out with so many bullet points and tons of pictures in it for style concepts, finished. Hongjoong and Maddox had worked on the demo, with your notes on ideas for their songs, and that was also finished by the end of the night with Maddox and Hongjoong having supplied the vocal talent for it. You weren’t even sure how you all accomplished it so fast.

The next day you were in a daze: somehow you were standing in front of the CEO of the company you started working for not too long ago, giving a presentation, and having him smile and nod receptively at you. You never thought you’d be doing any of those things, and you also never thought that the Ji Hak would shake your hand afterward and tell you he loved the idea.

“I’m glad Maddox was able to convince Hongjoong to see reason. We expect big things from you.”

You bowed and nodded. “Thank you. I’ll certainly try.”

He smiled and walked away, talking with his secretary about his next meeting. You would have been floating on cloud nine if it weren’t for how nervous the project made you. No pressure.

“Hey,” Hongjoong said as he walked over.

You turned to him, still dumbstruck.

“No pressure.” He smiled.

“I don’t know if I believe you.”

“You mean you don’t believe our illustrious captain?” Maddox asked as he hung an arm around Hongjoong’s shoulder.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes and laughed. “You’re not doing it by yourself, we’ll both be right by your side.”

You believed him. “No pressure.”

Maddox gasped and clapped his hands together. “It’ll be our first album as Crom3r!”

A few days later Ans:wer were in the studio to listen to the demo of their newest single.

You remembered their old designations since you looked up their old profiles online when you were working on your pitch: the leader, Seongho; the ‘mom’ and visual, Mirinae; the ‘dance machine’, Changheon; the center, Yongsun; the face, Mookang; and the maknae, Uijin.

Seongho, Changheon, and Yongsun were all married with kids, Mirinae had just gotten married, and Mookang and Uijin both had long-term girlfriends. Though, you didn’t get those last two tidbits from the internet, Hongjoong had told you. It wasn’t something you particularly needed to know for the album itself, but it did put into context how much older they were when they started their careers, and how much their lives had changed. And also: their current life priorities.

“I’m so nervous,” Yongsun said.

“My heart is nervous. How old do you have to be to have a heart attack?” Uijin asked.

“Don’t joke like that.” Mirinae said as he slapped his arm lightly.

“I’m excited,” Mookang smiled. 

“Let’s all temper our feelings, everyone,” Seongho said, seriously. “We don’t know if we’ll like it. Please,” He gestured to Hongjoong to start the track.

The song started with an instrumental and a traditional singer performing part of a folk song, the lyrics having to do with the sun and a flower opening. The beat of the song came in, and this was obviously the time that they would have somewhat of an extended dance break as the traditional singer kept singing and traditional instruments played. You could practically see the group and the backup dancers already in hanbok, dancing in ways both graceful and powerful. The high note was allowed to hang in the air for a moment, before there was a build up towards the end, where an added horn section made the song feel imposing and powerful, and helped the song end on a strong note.

You looked at them as the track ended. Two of them had their mouths open, one had his hands over his mouth with his eyes wide, two just sat there with wide eyes. After a few moments, they all weighed in.

“I like it.”

“I-- I like it.”

“I like it.”

“I really like it.”

“I love it.”

“This is amazing, we have to record this!”

You sighed a sigh of relief and all of you got to work as you went over the plan for recording the next day.

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