#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]

[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🧚🏾‍♀️

[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.

[virtueofsanityx]

"do you want me to tell you what kind of girl i think you were in college?" a smooth, flaxen eyebrow raises as he looks down at her, mischief alight in his eyes. she hates him, that much is very clear. probably to everyone in this room, despite their rather poor attempts at hiding it so far, but maddox can't say that he hates her back. he certainly doesn't like her very much.

but there is something about a woman with a hard edge and a spitfire personality that sets ablaze something besides hatred in him. and they are married, after all. is it a crime to be attracted to your wife who clearly wants to poison you during dinner? he doesn't think so.

still, there's something to be said for showing a little bit of grace, so when he feels the subtle press of her hand against his chest, he relents and loosens his grip on her, eyes still sparkling with that same sadistic glee that it has been all night, making sure to let his hand run slowly across the small of her back before he reaches up with it to fix a stray curl that's gone sideways, giving her the space she clearly, desperately needs from him.

eyes roam the room once more, the smile on his face not nearly as forced as hers. some part of him, perhaps the part that likes pissing people off, is having fun. sure, he might have asked his parents to reconsider this stupid marriage idea, had he gotten to them in time before handshakes were being handed out and toasts were being poured, but he understands why it was him that had to do it.

his older brother, the one who's going to inherit the family business, can't get his hands messy with this. perhaps sienna would have liked his sister better, but she's off galavanting in europe, cozying up to some farm boy that her parents hate. he's the obvious choice.

he spots his mother, standing with his nona in a corner, seemingly having a whispered conversation, and when she catches his eye and that look that says 'come here right now' crosses her face, he offers his arm with a bit more space between them this time. "let's go say hello to my mother and my nona, then whoever you need to put up a face with, and we can get out of here. sound okay to you, princess?"

Her spine stiffened as his arm tightened around her, the forced closeness igniting a spark of rebellion in her chest. His smirk, his words, all of it grated like nails across stone, each syllable deliberately antagonizing. The pointed kiss to her cheek felt less like affection and more like a gauntlet thrown.

❝A sorority?❞ she echoed, the word slipping from her lips with a venomous edge, her voice quiet but sharp enough to cut. ❝Do I look like the kind of girl who spent her college years painting banners and hosting bake sales? Spare me, Maddox. You don’t know the first thing about me.❞

Her smile was razor-thin, poised and practiced for the crowd of prying eyes. It was the same smile she wore to every negotiation, every meeting where her father paraded her as a pawn. The same smile she used to conceal the fury that churned beneath the surface.

❝And for the record,❞ she continued, tilting her head slightly so her words curled like smoke against his ear, ❝your bottomless bank account doesn’t impress me. It never has, and it never will.❞

She leaned back just enough to meet his gaze, her dark eyes alight with defiance. ❝What do I want, Maddox? I want my freedom. But since that’s clearly not on the table, how about this—try to keep your clever little remarks to yourself for the rest of the night. Unless, of course, you enjoy looking like an ass in front of all these people.❞

With a delicate motion, she placed her hand against his chest, ostensibly to adjust the lapel of his jacket, but the pressure of her fingers was firm, an unmistakable signal that she needed distance. ❝You can play the part of the doting husband all you want,❞ she said, her tone syrupy sweet, ❝but neither of us are good enough actors for it.❞

Her gaze swept over the room, noting every curious glance and feigned smile, and then she turned her focus back to him, her expression a careful balance of charm and challenge. ❝Now, how much longer do we need to parade around here?❞

[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?”

[betweenmuses]

Status || Closed for @trashedrps Muses || Maddox & Hayden

The doctor was starting to get used to his typical Thursday afternoons of driving over to Hayden's house to check on him without the prying eyes of the office. He understood that it made Hayden feel more comfortable being in his own home, and although at the beginning Maddox had found himself quite nervous he was settling and actually enjoying their interactions outside of the office. Hayden was relaxed, the doctor enjoying what he was learning about him, and when all was said and done Maddox simply said his goodbye's and went on his way. It was the least invasive, and had actually been something that Maddox grew to look forward to each week.

Obviously, this week was no different than the others, Maddox worked in the pediatrics unit, but when it came time to leave to go to Hayden's he grabbed the bag he'd need and said his goodbyes to his colleagues (he sure as hell wasn't going to make the drive back to the office after finishing up with Hayden - not when his house was so much closer to Maddox's). He made it to Hayden's house in quick time, parking in the driveway as he made his way to the door and knocked several times. He couldn't very well just walk in, the last thing he'd want to do was walk in on something he wasn't supposed to, so instead he stood at the door waiting patiently for an answer - a smile adorned on his face, glad that they'd be getting some face time again.

[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."

[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.) 

[sweethangman]

why does marley keep getting gayer. man keep it together you're trying to save his soul not. not whatever your homosexual ass is doing

[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.

[swtsours-archived]

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