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toxiclittlethoughts · 1 year

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@midnightsaboteur

It’d hardly been three weeks since Madalyn had been back in New York; traveling from country to country and show to show somehow never entirely shaking the way her encounter over NYFW hadn’t fallen from her thoughts yet. Even during what was meant to be a business dinner she had arranged the designer sat in her chair as fidgety as she was distracted. The conversation between the others at the table practically lost on her throughout the night. It wasn’t exactly that the time she spent with TR kept popping into her mind -- the sex was well worth the second thought. It was that he kept popping into her mind, even more often since she’d been back in town.

She found herself taking second glances at almost every blonde man she’d crossed paths with, only to mentally scold herself after. Why did she care if one of them was him to begin with? And if one were him, was she double checking in order to see him or avoid him? More importantly, why did she find herself letting him creep into her mind as often as she had? This wasn’t something normal for her, it wasn’t anything she was used to or even knew what to do with. Even having sex since him, Madalyn kept finding herself defaulting back to TR, so much so that at one point she swore she there was a night where she simply wondered what he was doing -- a night she’d done well to blackout entirely since.

It was frustrating beyond understanding, finding herself growing more annoyed with him every time he came to mind. Never even really knowing why he kept popping into her thoughts -- well, maybe she knew. He was unconventionally good looking yet some how equally traditionally handsome, he was as confident as she was and god could she get lost in the different tones in his eyes had she let herself. His body, and how he appreciated damn near every inch of hers... For anyone other than Madalyn it would have made perfect sense. But for Madalyn? It left her aggravated... annoyed... and somehow at the entrance of his nightclub a few hours later.

Feeling like she’d barely remembered the rest of the dinner up until the moment she was walking inside. Seeming to come to a version of her senses as she heard herself rationalizing the appearance; not even knowing if he was even there, she told herself between the staff and regulars somehow word of her being there would at least get back to him in order to force him to think about her. To put him in the same frustration he was. And then once again shushing her own mind, feeling unsettled in giving the man far too much thought already as she tried to take a few discreet glances over her surroundings as she moved towards the bar, slipping onto one of the open stools as she was greeted by the bartender, giving him a casual smile and her drink order Madalyn damn near felt like a teenager again. Putting herself somewhere she knew he could be -- simply waiting to see if she’d be noticed or not, pairing it with the insistence she’d only be there for one drink.

#midnightsaboteur #thread: madalyn & tr 01 #u kno the drill. u mentally fix the mistakes urself bc if i try to proof read this again #i'll just end up adding another paragraph (:.#also 🖕bc i am so freakin tired of you being right

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m4da1yn · 10 months

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Welcome to my blog, babe!

Masterlist ♱ | Requests ♱ | Rules ♱ | My Spotify Account ♱

About me:

Hi, I’m Madalyn! I’m a metalhead and I absolutely love the 1980s. I’m 16, still in high school. I absolutely love writing whenever I can find the time to. I’d honestly call myself an avid writer. Yes, I write smut. If you think this isn’t appropriate for my age, just block me because I could not care less. I go by any pronouns, but I prefer they.

About my blog:

I really only write fan fiction for now. Someday I may end up writing about some silly idea I have in mind for a story that isn’t fan fiction, but for now I’m strictly fanfic. I will mostly write about Metallica just because I know a lot about them, but I will write for other people. However, if I don’t know that person well enough, I probably won’t write about them. i do take requests so if you’d like me to write something, just ask! I promise I’m very nice, I won’t bite :D but please, look at the rules before you send me a request. My requests aren’t only open to fic requests, feel free to send me anything! Tell me about your day, some book you’re reading currently, vent, literally just anything. But, I do ask that you respect my boundaries for the requests/other, and you can find that under the requests link!

Enjoy your stay :)

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#about me #about the author #metallica #metalhead #1980s #80s

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charey111 · 1 year

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Parker Leon

Aspiration: World Traveler (Kiara Sims 4)

Traits: Shy, Coffee Lover, Charming (Kiara Sims 4)

Madalyn "Maddie" Currie

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

Traits: Confident, Outgoing, Hates Kids

Eric Elias

Aspiration: City Native

Traits: Genius, Outgoing, Childish

My First MM Save

I did it! MM cc has come a LONG way since I tried to make a Maxis Match Save a few years ago. Still have a lot more cc to download, but overall, I'm quite pleased with the result. Per my Tumblr, my overall aesthetic is Alpha with occasional MM mixed in, but it's nice to take a break from the usual and try something different (and have my game run smoother). Can't wait to see the shenanigans these cuties get into.

#s4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 simblr #simblr #black simblr #black sims #the black simmer #black simmer #the sims 4 cas #the sims 4 mm #sims of color #urban sims #tzr

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fictionalinfinity · 3 years

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In the rain.

#miraculous ladybug #umbrella scene #ml spoilers #glaciator 2.0 #ml gif #love square #clowns how we feeling #also I’m apparently in a purple mood today #madalyn gifs

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mndvx · 3 years

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DOOM PATROL – Dead Patrol (S03E03) ››› Ty Tennant as Edwin Paine ››› Sebastian Croft as Charles Rowland ››› Madalyn Horcher as Crystal Palace

#doom patrol #ty tennant #sebastian croft #madalyn horcher #edwin paine #charles rowland #crystal palace #dead boy detectives #doompatroledit #dctvedit #dcedit #tvedit #doom patrol spoilers #my gifs

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multifandomfanficss · 3 years

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The Road to the Afterlife

Platonic!Dead Boy Detectives (and Doom Patrol) X Reader

Prompt: After dying, your friends at the Dead Boy Detective Agency will do anything to get you back. This includes diving into one of the most dangerous planes of existence with their friends at the Doom Patrol by their side.

Warnings: blood, anxiety

A/N: I’m a big fan of both the Dead Boy Detectives comics and Doom Patrol so after their appearance in season 3 I knew I had to throw something together. This was inspired by both the comics and the tv show, but you don’t have to read the comics to read the fic. I do suggest watching the episode of Doom Patrol first. This mostly surrounds around everybody’s 2 favorite dead boys, but Crystal, Dorothy, and the Doom Patrol do make appearances. Let me know if you want more Dead Boy Detectives or some Doom Patrol centered fics!

It was just a normal case with your best friends Charles, Edwin, Crystal, and Dorothy until it wasn’t, but then again when is anything truly normal in your business? One minute you were bleeding out on the concrete gripping Crystal’s hand and the next minute you were hanging from a hook like meat in a horror movie. You had just woken up from what felt like hours of darkness. You had heard the stories of people seeing loved ones in the afterlife to persuade them to crossover, but you had no one. You never knew your family because you grew up bouncing from orphanage to orphanage. You were told your parents were alive, but they just couldn’t have you in their lives. The only people who were ever there for you were two dead boys running from the afterlife, a teenage medium, and a 107 year old child with real imaginary friends. There was nobody to greet you. No one to keep you company and give you any form of hope. Nobody to calm you down. You tried to take deep breaths. Your friends would surely come for you.

THIRD PERSON POV

Charles was anxiously pacing around the tree house while the rest of the group was sitting down trying to figure out their next move. They all knew what they needed to do wether they wanted to go or not.

“I’m going to get them” Charles blurted out. He stopped pacing and stood seriously in front of his friends. He tried to fake confidence.

“Don’t be rash. We need a plan” Edwin said thinking about what to do next. Dorothy and Crystal sat at a table with a couple of (Y/N)’s things trying to reach them. One of the items on the table began to glow.

“We’re running out of time, Edwin!” Charles began to get frustrated. Edwin stood up and put a hand on Charles’ shoulder.

“I know you’re worried about them believe me I am too, but we can’t just go running into the afterlife with no backup” Edwin begged his best friend.

“Well somebody needs to figure out something and fast” Crystal added. Dorothy knew what she needed to do. She excused herself from the table to call her old friends at Doom Manor.

(Y/N)’s POV

“I’m dead…I’m literally dead…I bled out and now I’m actually really dead. What the actual fuck” You whisper aloud to yourself. You can feel the tears begin to roll down your cheeks. You try to keep your sobs quiet as to not alert the monsters above that you were awake. You had heard about Watchers and you weren’t very excited to meet one. You heard the hatch lift over your head as you were lifted off the hook and onto the platform above you. You wiggled and kicked trying to get the person to release you.

“I’m not going to hurt you” The voice promised. You looked up to find a man with kind eyes, eyes that seemed to have seen a lot. You recognized him from descriptions of the last time your friends had been to the afterlife. Underneath cuts and bruises this seemed to be the man who had helped your friends escape. He must have been tortured for helping them escape. You felt terrible. You found yourself to be staring at him until he pushed you down a corridor.

“Run!” He said with urgency. You couldn’t even say thank you before your found your feet taking you away as quickly as possible. You turned down another corridor and stood at the end of a long hallway trying to catch your breath. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Why did you need to breathe anyway? You were dead. You thought death would stop the feeling of a racing heart and breathlessness, but it only made your anxiety worse. You felt footsteps coming towards you. You tried to hold back your sobs as you came to terms with what was happening to you. You didn’t know what would happen next. What would happen if the Watchers found you? You turned the corner to find a dead end. You had nowhere to go. Your legs gave out in fear as your slid down the wall, collapsing to the ground. The footsteps were only getting closer and closer until they stopped.

“(Y/N)?” You heard a familiar voice say softly. You looked up to see Charles, Edwin, Cliff, Vic, and Jane.

“Are they okay? They’re kinda freaking out…” Cliff asked.

“Leave this to us Tin Man” Charles said as he slowly kneeled in front of me and put a hand on my shoulder. Edwin follow closely behind him and crouched down. The others kept their distance.

“Very funny jack ass” Cliff said before Jane pushed him.

“Not the time” She whispered.

“I’m gonna go stand guard” Vic said running down the corridor.

You avoided eye contact with the boys. You were scared and embarrassed. Most of all you were still panicking. You felt like you would throw up on them if they got any closer. You were still holding back a lot of tears.

“It’s okay (Y/N) we’re going to get you out of here” Edwin began.

“But I’m de-dead” You let out a sob you didn’t realize you were still holding in and Charles brought you into his arms. He rubbed circles into your back and spoke softly. He reminded you that everything was okay and that they were there to take you home. Charles felt different in this plane of existence. He felt more solid and less cold. He felt more alive…or maybe you just felt more dead.

You apologized profusely for putting them in this danger. Edwin assured you that you had nothing to be sorry for.

“I hate to break up the reunion, but the Watchers are coming” Vic said running back to the group.

“Then let’s take those sons of bitches down! We fucked them up once we’ll do it again” Jane said before receiving a high five from Cliff.

“That is really not a good idea” Edwin chimed in as the three of you stood up. Charles stood up first giving you his hand to help yourself up. After standing you didn’t let go. You don’t think he minded as you ran for the river. As scared as you were you knew he was probably feeling worse at this moment. He would probably never get over his fear of water and who could blame him? The boat rocked back and fourth before you sat settled between the boys, your boys, your heroes. You had no idea what horrors they had been through to get to you. You were thankful. You laid your head on Edwin’s shoulder. Being the less affectionate of the two you were only a little surprised when he barley stiffened at the touch. You sighed of relief. You were going home.

When you got back to your body you were surprised to see there was little to no evidence of your mortal wound. You bolted up taking a deep breath. Dorothy, Crystal, Larry, and Rita immediately ran to your side as Cliff, Jane, and Vic returned to their bodies from astral projection and Charles and Edwin came through the mirror. You were in new clothes. This was no doubt Rita’s doing. She confessed she didn’t want you waking up in blood soaked clothes. You gave a small laugh as that had been the least of your worries.

Hours later after everyone had left, you sat alone in the tree house with Charles. Dorothy had gone back to Doom Manor to visit for a couple days and Crystal was trying to show Edwin how to play her favorite video game, Yonda, for the fifth time this week.

“Thank you for coming. I know how much you guys risked to come save me” You thanked Charles.

“It was nothing” He tried to down play it.

“Do you ever think about getting back into your bodies?” You asked.

“We’ve been dead for too long. Edwin’s remains are lost and my body has been decomposing in a plot at St. Hilarion’s for decades” He explained. You felt bad for asking. You got quiet.

“It’s okay though. Being a ghost has its perks” He smiled.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Like this!” He laughed as he lifted you up and floated out the door and to the roof of the tree house. You laughed along with him.

“Don’t drop me!” You begged.

“I won’t drop you!” He promised. The two of you sat on the roof and were later joined by Edwin and Crystal for some star gazing. You saw a shooting star.

“What are you going to wish for?” Crystal asks you.

“I already have everything I’ve ever wanted and more” You respond as you lay with your best friends, your family.

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marril96 · 3 years

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#ruth connell #ruthie connell #madalyn horcher #sebastian croft #abi monterey #abigail shapiro #night nurse #crystal #charles rowland #dorothy spinner #doom patrol #doompatroledit #doompatrolnetwork #weheartevilwomen #fieryfrankie #my gifs #edit

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h01vd4l · 3 years

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#madalyn horcher #doom patrol #dead boy detectives #dc #crystal palace

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toxiclittlethoughts · 2 years

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@midnightsaboteur

Madalyn had been riddled with nerves for days waiting for Caspian to return home, nerves that she couldn’t really understand given the future they had already planned together - a future plan that was currently being pushed up in their timeline far sooner than she had expected. Not that Madalyn could really call herself surprised, given her and Caspian’s version of safe sex had only ever involved having a safe word just incase things drifted out of their comfort zone, not that such a thing had yet to occur. It was only a mere handful of hours of him being back and settled before she had reached her tipping point, and she found herself wandering into the living room with a look of curious anticipation on her face that she was sure he’d be able to read like the back of his hand.

“Do you have a moment for me, darling?” Madalyn asked through grinning lips, almost rhetorically as she was already sliding herself onto his lap, “I wanted to talk to you about our wedding...” She added on, letting her arm closest to him slip around his neck while her other lifted her hand to let her fingertips toy along his jawline in the same fidgeting manner that she always had when she had news to deliver. “As excited as I am to officially be your wife, I was thinking maybe we push it back a little bit, maybe a half a year or so...” Her words dwindled out, far slower than she meant for them to, but no matter how many times she had gone over it in her head, saying them out loud was a reality even she had to take in slowly, “I just, never really envisioned myself being a pregnant bride, and if I walk down the isle in the next say... seven to eight months, it seems as though that would be the case...” She finished off with a rather obvious smile on her lips, hoping that Caspian was taking in the backwards confession she had tried to coyly lay out for him.

#midnightsaboteur #thread: madalyn & caspian 02 #the urge to say surprise bitch is wickedly strong rn

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sarisstories · 3 years

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Song stuck in my head so got inspired to make this of Madalyn Winchester's relationships

She's somebody's daughter

She's somebody's everything

She's somebody's little girl

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She's somebody's whole world

She's somebody's baby

And if you don't treat her right

Hers won't be the only heart you're breaking

tagging

@chickensarentcheap @jewelswrites-ish @not-another-fangirl @aceyanaheim @hughstheforcelou @ocfairygodmother @xtruebeliever @raging-violets @eddysocs @howdoiputthisgently

#oc: madalyn jaymes winchester #my ocs #spn oc #ocappreciation #oc relationships

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farfallasunicas · 3 years

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Christmas Drabble Sneak peek

Characters:

Madalyn Jaymes Winchester: age 4-5

Sam Winchester: 19

Dean Winchester: 23

This story takes place during Sammy's first Semester at Stanford so I'm guessing 2001 or 2002.

thank you @dannifielding for the edit

tagging @hughstheforcelou , @raging-violets , @ocfairygodmother , @annibunnysworld

sorry if I forgot anyone.

a/n: For me to write this is not letting my anxiety win. I've been having all kinds of ideas for younger Madalyn. And Maybe because I work with Prek and Kindergartners, she is perpetually 4 or 5 no matter the season in all these ideas. Maybe it's because I like writing the boys as parents, but earlier when I asked someone I thought it was a friend to draw a cover page for me using a picture of the little girl Madalyn is based off of as a model I was accused of being a pedofile so I refused to write. I'm trying not to let my anxiety control me. I hope you enjoy it.

It had been an usual couple of months for the Winchesters ever since Sam left for Stanford, especially for Madalyn who was the youngest Winchester at barely just 5. One of the constants in her life, one of the people who practically raised her was gone. Even though she knew he was at school, she still had a hard time adjusting to the fact that Sammy wasn't there everyday like before.

"Dean?" she asked in her little kid voice. " Do you think Sammy will come home for Christmas?"

Dean hated that question, and he had been asked it by Madalyn every single Holiday. "Will Sammy come home for Halloween?" When that passed it became " Will Sammy be home for Thanksgiving?", now Madalyn was asking him just about every day if Sam was coming home for Christmas.. Dean knew the best thing to do to stop the asking and make Madalyn happy would be to tell her yes, but he and Sam taught her one of the main Winchester rules besides " Stay Safe" was " Winchesters don't like to each other" and Dean was not going to do that to his baby girl. After much deliberation in his mind he finally thought of the best answer.

" I don't know ladybug" Dean gave her a soft smile. " I would like for him to though".

" Can we call and ask him?" Madalyn asked, her voice getting higher with excitement.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea." Dean stated. Madalyn didn't know how bad things really were between Sam and John, or that John basically told him if he left not to come back

, but Dean was too late. Madalyn had already gotten his other other cell phone and was dialing a number.

"Dean?" Sam asked after looking at the caller idea getting ready to make sure he heard a little voice on the other line.

" Hi yo Sammy!"

" Mads? " Sam asked confusedly, she never called him. " Is everything ok?"

Mad's shy side started to come out as she wouldn't say anything on the phone causing Dean to take it.

" Heya Sammy, sorry Mads just got really shy and handed me the phone."

"Is everything ok?" Sam asked his voice a mixture of concern and annoyance.

Dean stepped out of the room so Madalyn wouldn't hear the conversation. "Madalyn really misses you man" Dean replied not wanting to admit that he missed Sam too. "She keeps asking me everyday if you'll be home for Christmas and I don't know what to say except I don't know"

" How about the truth?" Sam snarked. He knew he wasn't welcome at home by his father who'd get his siblings to side with him

"You know I'm not good with tears. " Dean answered with a smirk on his face. "Plus as her favorite and oldest brother I can't break her heart...besides I'm pretty sure she doesn't understand why her life got turned completely upside down these past few months."

Sam let out a sigh, sure he was annoyed because he was getting ready for a date when they called but his sister was extremely important to him, and he hated that he may be upsetting her. " Ok, let me talk to her, get her calmed down and in bed then will talk about this ok jerk?"

" Fine bitch." Dean responded in their normal way, heading back to give Madalyn the phone. " By the way… how was Madalyn able to call you when she can't read or spell or names yet?'

Sam let out a small chuckle. " I had her.memorize our numbers during reading time in case she ever needed them."

" That's my boy!" Dean exclaimed letting Sam know he was proud before handing the phone back to Madalyn.

#ocappreciation #spnoc #my stories #character: Madalyn Jaymes Winchester #occcommunity

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