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im lowkey drawing this for a dead fandom but BOOM. zadison. they should have happened

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[CAR CRASH] [SCREAMING] “GOOD GOD” [EXPLOSION] “WAAAAAAH” “WAAAAAA” [YELLING] “MAMA” [BABY CRYING] [SIRENS] WEEE WOOO [METAL CREAKING] [TIRES SCREECHING] “AAAH WAAAAAA”

Zoe: “Come here, cuddle bug.” *Wraps Madison up in her arms and squeezes her tightly*

Madison: “Hey- hey, I am not a cuddle bug. You have me all wrong.” 

Zoe: “But you’re just so cuddly and cute! You don’t always have to be so tough, you know. It’s just us. You can let your guard down behind closed doors and I’ll still love you.” *Continues to hold on to her*

Madison: *Gives in and melts*

prompt credits: @homefreeptx

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at least zadison fucked lol

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WEE WOO WEE WOO LOOK AT THIS ROMIGA CONTENT WHAT THE FUCK,,,,,, EMMAS HAND ON TAISSAS SHOULDER, THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE, YEA WE GOING THRU IT

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zyle stans watching the bathroom scene be like

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𝐳𝐨𝐞: 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞?

𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩?

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hm...

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... yes, if you see witchy content in here, this is just me accidentally reblogging stuff on the wrong blog. please ignore. 🤓

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enjoy this rare of these two gfs being happy n shit 💞

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zoe is a top-switch fight me.

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who's madison montgomery's true love according to your birth month?

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jan; zoe benson

feb; zoe benson

mar; zoe benson

april; zoe benson

may; zoe benson

june; zoe benson

july; zoe benson

aug; zoe benson

sept; zoe benson

oct; zoe benson

nov; zoe benson

dec; zoe benson

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𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐡𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞! ✨

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[ 2h30 — krita ]

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zadison/romiga height gap appreciation post ✨

please don't tell me madison isn't just a whole pillow princess

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𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲!

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐞!

𝐧𝐚𝐧: 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰!

𝐳𝐨𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧:

𝐳𝐨𝐞: *𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡* 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐳𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭

𝐳𝐨𝐞: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧. ✨

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EMMA ROBERTS REALLY DID THAT FOR THE GAYS

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[in a relationship (2018)]

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i couldn’t save her back | zadison

! MAJOR SPOILS FROM 8x09 !

TW// mentions of sexual assault & self harm.

it’s my first oneshot on here and it’s shitty so bare with it i guess.

italics are a flashback.

                                     •••

— i saw them. but i couldn’t feel them. i couldn’t feel their souls. there was nothing. i couldn’t bring them back, why couldn’t i bring them back? cordelia was yelling in pain.

everything was so dull yet the room was plunged into a deadly silence. everything was jostling in my head. the images were scrolling. i wanted to cry and scream. screaming my rage. but i remained there, planted like a picket in front of cordelia, who was slowly finding her breath after that dangerous descent into the underworld.

— oh shit. i whispered.

i was feeling as if something had got stuck in my throat. i had trouble talking. i was remembering a specific memory.

— what?

— when we went to the house where michael was born, we found out he could do this... thing. after he kills someone, he can erase their soul, he can like burn their souls so there's nothing left. they do not go anywhere, they're not ghosts. they're just... gone.

she rushed towards me and she slapped me in the face. i wasn’t even thinking about pain. i realized it was over and we couldn’t do anything. they were dead. zoe was dead. everything seemed vague around me. myrtle tried to calm the supreme down. mallory did too. i looked around me, i realized i was all alone.

what did she expect? he was the antichrist. either way, we all knew we would end up dead. he was stronger than all of us, he was the dark force and an alpha at the same time, but with the force of a supreme.

— i’ll do something, okay? i- i will fix this, and i will bring them back. i said, and my voice cracked.

i ran out of misty’s hut and i ended up finding myself in this dark woods. i was still running in the cold night. the branches of the trees were hurting my bare legs now covered in blood. but i couldn’t feel pain. my non-shod feet were numb, the more i walked on sharp pebbles. i finally collapsed. my throat was burning and i started to pour my hot tears on my frail and tired face from these endless sleepless nights due to the constant stress of our battle against michael. he had won. our allies were dead. the only person who cared about me a minimum was no longer there. and it was a even worse feeling to know that her soul was gone, destroyed, into the void. it was as if she had never existed. memories seemed distant, so far away. when i was raped, she was the only one who was there for me. while the others didn’t want to see the marks on my body, she saw them. she told me that everything would be okay.

she took my arm gently and ran her thin fingers over my wrist. her touch made me feel home.

— does it hurt?

i tried to avoid her gaze. prideful, i didn’t want to cry in front of her.

— i cut myself with a knife when i was cooking, the other day. nothing so extravagant. i said, almost in an arrogant tone. that’s madison culture.

— madison, you never cook. at the first opportunity, you take some mcdo or any other fast-food.

she put her cold hand on my cheek and slowly raised my face.

— i already told you that everything was fine.

i pulled my arm off her grip. i got up drastically from the bed where we were both sitting.

— talk to me, ok? she raised her voice and i crossed my arms. i know it affects you a lot and you can’t deny it.

— are you talking about what happened at the party? you are so innocent, benson. it's not that. it's been three months already, why would it affect me today? and i’m doing fine, fuck, i don’t need a therapist. go see kyle a bit and entertain him, he always needs to have your whole attention anyway.

i walked to my closet and took some clean clothes.

— what are you doing?

— i’ll take a fucking bath. will you also follow me to see if i’m trying to kill myself by drowning in the bathtub?

she didn’t add anything. i headed for the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

the water ran down my naked and wounded body. i was ashamed to be naked like that, even if i was alone in the bathroom. i was ashamed of who i became. i was seeing their faces, i was hearing them, feeling their gross hands all over my body. my breathing increased and my heart was throbbing. i had a heart murmur, so it was extremely painful, especially when i was crying.

after about fifteen minutes i heard faint knocks on the door.

— madison, are you all right?

my eyes half closed, no longer having the strength to cry, the soapy water turned cold, i answered weakly.

— yes. everything is fine.

she went in anyway. although i was a little covered by the murky water, i didn’t take the time to hide myself around her anymore. i was remembering all those nights where we were just messing around in our bed at unholy hours, our two naked bodies dancing together. those nights that meant nothing but the fact that we were alone. it made me forget all the pain that i tried to hide deep within me. for too long. and then, kyle sometimes came back in zoe’s life, and she could forget me for a few weeks, a hole deepening more and more between our two souls.

i looked at her and saw her red and puffy eyes. her long brown hair hid her troubled and frightened face. she rubbed her hands. i started to cry.

— i don’t even have the strength to wash myself. i am so fucking useless. i said, sobbing.

she approached while undressing, remaining in underwear. i rubbed my face with my shriveled hands. she came to join me and i left her a small place and she settled down.

— we'll start with your back, okay?

i shook my head, as if all this was no big deal.

— i’m not going anywhere, okay? i’m right here with you. she said, sponging gently on my back.

she said it. she wouldn’t go anywhere. she was nowhere. nowhere near me. nowhere to tell me that everything will be fine. nowhere to give me the strength to fight for this coven, as she has always done so well herself.

but it didn’t matter anymore, the coven collapsed little by little and i was wrongly accused of everything that happened. i was accused of the death of my sisters and the girl i fell in love with.

it wasn’t fair. i should have died again, not her. all i always brought was bitchiness and chaos. people hated me.

i couldn’t feel her. i couldn’t feel her soul either. she did save me but i couldn’t save her back.