#muse: maddox

[virtueofsanityx]

open to: f (romantic), any (platonic/familial) with: maddox willingham prompt: maddox finally has a gig, and he's nervous to go on stage, so he's spending his last few minutes before showtime workshopping lyrics with you.

"Don't laugh! I'm already freaking out enough as it is!" Despite his words, Mads was chuckling under his breath, quickly scratching out the lyric he'd just written down, labeling it in his head as a total dud. There was really no reason to be this nervous. He'd performed before, and sure, that had been on a small stage in front of about 20 people with literally no stakes, and this was a bigger stage with lights and noise and about three hundred eyes zeroed in on him, but he was a good musician. He knew he was a good musician. There was no reason to be this freaked. "Okay, what about this one? Too cliche? Too esoteric?"

[rosesonbreeze]

@rampxnt | Maddox and Your Muse, At Maddox's Apartment in London

It's rare for Maddox to sleep in, without a roaring headache or a heaping of regret waiting him. Outside of the track, he attempts to keep a modicum of sanity. Even if his latest exploits in the Indycar make him an unwanted commodity. In Formula 1, however... Well, that's an entirely different story. One that his companion wouldn't have any interest in, as they slept peacefully by his side. The pair of them had fallen asleep shortly after rising with the morning, and getting lost in each other, and Maddox is the first to speak when he feels them stir. "When's the last time you've been to Italy?" Maddox asks sleepily, scratching his beard. "I'm heading over there, for work. And if you're around..." Well, why not have this fun all over again?

[betweenmuses]

One Step Forward - Maddox & Jeffrey (closed for @ragtagrunaways)

Maddox had stared at his phone for what felt like forever at the invitation that was presented on the screen. Jeffrey had reached out and asked if Maddox wanted to come over, and while inwardly Maddox was screaming absolutely from the rooftops, outwardly he immediately became nervous. Jeffrey was the one person who just did things to Maddox, made him feel things that he hadn't thought possible, desires that had long been kept hidden from the world, so by agreeing to go to his house tonight, wouldn't that be leading the sheep right into the lions den? He couldn't turn him down though, not when there was just something so damn irresistible about him, so a little while later he sent his response, that he'd be over in about an hour, and he made sure to get cleaned up and put on a decent outfit.

He tried to keep it casual but still found himself wearing a black pair of dress pants with a lilac button-down shirt. It looked like he'd stepped right out of the office but he just didn't know hot to dress more casually than that, and quite possibly he dressed to try to impress the man he'd be going to visit tonight. He made it to the others place, parked his car, and made it up the steps so that he was standing at the door. He let out a nervous sigh, turning to look back towards his car as he wondered if this was a good idea, but his hand still reached over to knock on the door - it was too late to turn back now as he stood and waited to see the most gorgeous man answer that door.

[sweethangman]

no because irving was holding her. the second helly came back he was holding her and apologizing. he was holding her

[virtueofsanityx]

he knows that she's right, but there's still that itch under his skin. the idea of lovers is almost disgusting, and he wonders if it's that strict upbringing, if it's his nona and all of her words about loyalty, if it's something else entirely that he hasn't quite put a finger on yet, but picks and prods at the places inside of him that are useless and empty now.

"not worried, necessarily." his voice isn't the smarmy, sarcastic thing it had been inside, but a soft, tired voice. his voice, mads voice, not the voice of maddox willingham, youngest son of the family, still expected to command the room and make people listen. it hides a little rasp, it shows something softer, and it exists only in private places. he's flipped the radio on low, letting some classical piece play in the background of their conversation just to stop the car from being totally silent as he drives.

"you aren't my property, as you enjoy making quite clear yourself, and i'm not going to hold you to this sham of a marriage in aspects that aren't public. i was merely saying that if you decided to take lovers, i'd prefer not to meet them over breakfast." he has no real intention of it himself. more of that lesson on loyalty sticking in him. he barely had a love life before this, the idea of having one now seems laughable. his interest has always been the kind that took time to develop, the only woman he'd ever been with a long term girlfriend, someone he had connected with so deeply before she had run off and married someone else.

the car is silent for a while after that, with maddox's attention on the road and not forcing small talk on the woman, only speaking again as he pulled past the large gate and into the long driveway of the estate. "i'd be happy to give you a tour of the house and grounds, if you want one. either tonight or in the morning. i'm sure you'd like to get comfortable first, so i can show you to your room." the house is dark as he pulls up to the door, shuts it off and sits for a moment. "i don't keep a large staff here. just willard and melba year round. they're a married couple. melba cooks amazing crepes. during the summer there's a groundskeeper, as well."

The cool night air was a welcome reprieve, cutting through the weight of the evening like a blade. Finally, space. Finally, distance. The grand hall, the clinking glasses, the hollow congratulations—all of it felt suffocating, a room full of ghosts whispering expectations down the back of her neck. But now, outside, beneath the dark stretch of sky, she could breathe.

And yet, just as the tension in her shoulders began to unravel, Maddox’s voice cut through the quiet—lower now, no longer laced with amusement, no longer the insufferable arrogance he wore like a second skin. Just tired. Worn down. The weight of the night pressing into him as much as it did her.

Her gaze flicked toward him, unreadable, as he spoke of the estate, of her room, of the quiet arrangement they would settle into. And then—his request. Sienna let out a slow exhale, something dark curling at the edges of her lips, a quiet amusement that did not reach her eyes. ❝You’re worried about me bringing lovers into your home?❞ she mused, voice smooth as silk but sharp beneath it, curling around the words like a blade hidden in velvet.

She let that hang in the air for a moment, let it sink in before tilting her head slightly, studying him.

❝Tell me something, Maddox.❞ Her tone was light, but there was something dangerous beneath it, something slow-burning and deliberate. ❝Do you think I would be careless enough to let someone into the place where I sleep? Do you think I trust anyone enough to let them get that close?❞

Her lips curved, but it wasn’t quite a smile. More like a quiet, bitter thing, laced with something unspoken.

❝You don’t need to worry about lovers.❞ She stepped forward, the click of her heels against pavement the only sound before she slid into the car, her voice softer now, but no less sharp. ❝You and I both know I don’t trust anyone that much.❞

She turned her gaze toward the window, away from him, away from whatever this night had stirred beneath her skin. Her father had made sure of that a long time ago.

[babyyarlert]

NEW EP BY INDIE POP PUNK/ROCK BAND ‘UR MOM’S OLD SEDAN’, OUT NOW

EP called BLEED and is featuring 4 tracks: WARZ0NE, FR3NEMIES, SEX ON THE BE4CH and CR1MINAL

Pics in better quality

cr: the songs all belong to an actual band called Stand Atlantic. go stream their stuff. they make bangers🧚🏾‍♀️

[virtueofsanityx]

closed starter for @ohmylcve

besides one small hiccup, the show had been good. the place had been full, crowd loud and singing along, and maddox felt that amazing high of performing live that always just left him feeling good. of course, that one small hiccup-- he wasn't sure it had been true, that he'd really seen her sitting there in the front row, the song he was singing had been written about her, and now she was watching him sing it live. if it had been her at all. he had managed to shake off that feeling until the aftershow meet and greet, when someone had tapped him on the arm and pointed. her. it was definitely her, and maddox thought it was probably better to quickly move and catch her before she made it too far into the party, hand on her arm and pulling her to the side. "what are you doing here?"

[rosesonbreeze]

OPEN: M/F/NB, 25+ PLOT: Sort of inspired by “John Tucker Must Die.” Your muse has made it their mission to teach Maddox the error of his lying, playboy ways by making him fall in love only to cut him off at the knees. Honestly, down for this to go the angsty route (your muse regrets it) or toxic (your muse regrets nothing and double’s down). MUSE: Maddox Montgomery, 29, He/Him, Investment Banker and the most classic of fuck boys. Party boy, posh, privileged, and a piece of shit.

“I know I’m not one to talk. I’m a prick.” A deflated breath catches in the winter fog, as they stand beneath a lamp post outside of the pub. They should be back inside; singing, dancing, being merry like the holiday suggests. But once Maddox caught onto their game, how they intricately ensnared him a web of lies… There was no going backwards. No matter how much he wanted to pull the wool over his eyes, and remain in the haze. “I lied, all the time. Made false promises. Strung people along. I cheated and I played… And I never said sorry.” What did it say about him, that he didn’t lose a moment’s sleep about it until he met them? But there they stood, unyielding and a farce. Were they his lesson?

“But I never did that with you.” No, Maddox grew up. He ditched his rotation of hook ups, cleaned up his act, got home at a reasonable time. It was a transformation, one he believed was driven by love. Instead, it was a game… His throat bobbing, he hears himself ask “Why don’t you love me, anyway?”

[littlequeenies]

September 1973 - Lori "Lightning" Mattix backstage at the Whisky A Go-Go in Los Angeles with Sylvain Sylvain of the New York Dolls and an unidentifiend woman (photo 1); and Lisa Robinson, Steve Paul, Danny Fields and Iggy Pop (photo 2).

Photos by Bob Gruen, from his website.

[sweethangman]

why is talking to my mutuals so scary. hello we have a shared interest. can i talk to you about it? if not feel free to kill me btw

[iamnmbr3]

it’s so funny to me that Bruce Maddox thought if he won the trial he was just gonna disassemble Data by force. like. bro. that would have gone. so poorly. yeah sure Data is nice. bc he WANTS TO BE. not bc he has to be. like he may seem super passive and calm but he is so very not.

I think Data is the crew member most likely to just straight up disobey orders if he thinks its important. or call ppl tf out if he disagrees with them. or remember the time he straight up tried to brutally murder Kivas Fajo and then lied 2 Riker about it?

not to mention he has super strength and is way more durable than a human. remember the episode when his homing device activated and he took over the whole ship in like 5 minutes?! 

yeah. Data would’ve acted all obedient and left with Bruce Maddox and then would’ve been all ‘unfortunately the shuttlecraft depressurized and Dr. Maddox did not survive.’ (and u know the whole enterprise crew woulda been like ‘yeah such a shame. what a tragic accident. anyway guess data gets 2 stay with us. bye now.) 

[rosesonbreeze]

He's tempting Luca's unfamiliar ire with this game. But would Maddox truly be a race car driver if he didn't enjoy some modicum of risk? Shifting in his seat, he can only meet Luca's unequivocal gaze with his own. "I always meant to keep my Formula 1 debut under wraps until the last possible second. Contract negotiations, non-disclosure agreements... The ink was barely dry when you told me who you drove for." And still, all Maddox offers is context when Luca is searching for answers. "I didn't want my second act to be about the fact that I'm sleeping with my partner." Licking his lips, he adjusts in his seat. The weight of Luca's eyes, asking for more than Maddox is giving. The answer? Well, it is gory, and Maddox puffs his lips in relent. For a second, his gaze drops. "And maybe I wasn't sure about how you'd play it, if you knew in advance." They liked each other between the sheets. But this? This was business, their livelihoods, their legacies. Maddox couldn't chance it, even if it meant conduct unbecoming. "Maybe I like winning more than I care about being a good-" What could he describe his role in Luca's life? "A good partner." He lands on, cusp of something professional and something well-meaning. "I am sorry, Luca."

Luca's jaw tightened as he listened to Maddox's words. The mention of the Indycar championship and the implied superiority grated on him. It was clear that Maddox was here to make a statement, to challenge Luca in every way possible. The cameras captured Luca's composed exterior, but inside, a storm was brewing. As the room shifted to the Formula 2 conference, Luca seized the moment to confront Maddox without the scrutiny of the media. He watched Maddox remove his mic, his expression shifting to one of cautious curiosity. Luca's eyes bore into Maddox's, searching for any sign of deception or insincerity. The anger he felt was tempered by the lingering affection he couldn't entirely suppress. "Mad enough," Luca replied, his voice low and controlled, but laced with a sharp edge. "But I'm listening." He crossed his arms, his stance a mixture of defensiveness and reluctant openness. The betrayal stung, but Luca needed to understand why Maddox had kept this secret, why he had blindsided him in such a public way. "Start talking," Luca said, his gaze unwavering. "And make it good."

[swtsours-archived]

does anyone want a starter from one of my co*dy ch*ristian muses? 👉👈

[babyyarlert]

Maddox Thompson

Full name: Maddox Thompson (he/him)

White; American

• Cis man, straight

• Age: 25 (Nov 30)

• Signs: Sagittarius𖤓, Pisces☾, Aries↑

• Personality: goofball, funny, very easy to talk to, tends to never take anything seriously, he’s likeable but can come across as kinda obnoxious to the wrong audience, he’s kind of an idiot but he’s an adorable idiot lol, his hugs are the best, a big soft sweetheart beneath the jokes and aloofness.

• Height: 5’11 or 180cm

• Eyes: blue

• Hair: brunette

Occupation

• Drummer in alt rock band ‘your mom’s old sedan’

• Works at a record store

Family/Background

• Maddox comes from a long line of carpenters. It’s a family business. His great grandfather taught his grandfather, who taught his father who now wants to teach him.

• There’s just one problem, Maddox has his own plans for himself. He isn’t interested in the mundane life of being a carpenter.

• His music and the band means the world to him. And he isn’t willing to give that up for a family business he isn’t interested in.

Relationship

• Single but he’s kind of an f-boy?

• Even though he’s so easy to talk to, his playful personality makes it hard to maintain a relationship with him because he never takes shit serious. So he mainly pursues casual flings and one night stands.

• The playful, flamboyant, f-boy persona is just a mask and there’s one sim that manages to see right through it 👀

Hobbies

• Working out

• Gaming

• Jamming out on the drums

• Pissing people off for his own amusement

Random facts

• He has a younger brother who’s still in college and an older sister who’s married and living with her husband in Del Sol Valley.

• Owns a YouTube channel where he posts short videos of him drumming or doing covers and earned the nickname ‘Mad Dog’ in the online drumming community due to how intense and fast he freestyles.

• He’s a great vocalist too.

Notes:

• 👀 = important plot points that will be or is addressed more in depth in the book

[rosesonbreeze]

He's prepped and ready to head out. After shave slicked on his jaw, cologne dabbed on his neck. Boy's night, down at the pub. A time honored tradition, especially for single mavericks like Maddox. Not even the rain, harsh and torrential, should keep him away. He's already got his hand on the door when he hears a knock, and Maddox catches a look at Vivian through the peephole. "Is tonight my lucky night, or your unlucky one?" He asks, cherry wittism as he glances down her lithe frame wet from the rain. "Come in." Maddox invites, dropping his keys on the counter. Boys night can wait.

muse ↳ vivian everly fitz // innocent. early to mid 20s. girl next door, bright eyed, bubbly, emotional.

faceclaim/diana silvers

open to ↳ anyone

based on ↳ this!

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the flood of anxiety inside vivian matched the flood of freezing rain that fell in sheets on top of her. of course, today was the day she forgot her keys. she had locked herself out. great. awesome. on top of this, she knew nobody that she could stay with. wallowing in her misery, she almost decided to stick it out and get hypothermia. but, then she remembered the next door neighbor who she had been silently flirty with since she moved in a few months back, only a few words of small talk slipping through the tension filled gazes. she swallowed her fear as she stood on their doorstep, her clothes soaked through and her hair sticking to her soft face in wet strings. finally, she knocked, shivering on the steps as she awaited an answer.

[virtueofsanityx]

@theknifeinyou sent "Looks  like  we're  stuck  together." || generator selected: maddox

"well, i do suppose there are worse things to happen, though i will admit, i wasn't expecting such lovely company." maddox's grin is wide, a little bit shit-eating as he leans down and offers an arm. "a drink seems to be in order, shall we?"