– an independent , highly. selective delving into brooke maddox , first. seen in 𝐦𝐭𝐯'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 . written by ariel , she / her , 21 . previously @drowngrief . est june 2016 . heavily headcanon / plot based . triggering / nsfw themes will appear . # 𝐬 𝐞 𝐫 𝐢 𝐜 𝐚 𝐭 𝐞 . ( DOC . ) ( PINTEREST . )
hey loves! very likely returning to brooke once i get my laptop fixed, but for now you can catch me @dwnflls
it’s called we do a little revamp !
‹⠀ ◜ ♥ ◞⠀ * ––––––– OESHUN .
𝙎𝙋𝙊𝙏𝙏𝙀𝘿 : 𝘔𝘈𝘕𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘈𝘕’𝘚 𝘎𝘖𝘓𝘋𝘌𝘕 𝘉𝘖𝘠 making connections outside the upper east side. it was very much likely that nate archibald was the closest thing to a prince charming the real world could ever get. what any other man would offer his coat to 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 unknown lady nowadays? ❝ excuse me, miss. it’s kinda chilly in this part of the town. here, may i offer you my suit? this shirt i’m wearing is warmer than it seems. ❞ enchanting smile upon handsome features as he handed her the royal blue item of clothing.
‹⠀ ◜ ♥ ◞⠀ * ––––––– VAULTENGL .
› 〝 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄
𝐓𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 . , it can be as dark IN HERE , AS IT IS OUT THERE . so why not 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 . 〞‹
thinking about brooke & jamie ( @absecrate ) .. dont text ..
‹⠀ ◜ ♥ ◞⠀ * ––––––– lNCARNATE .
UNREST WANES : coiled wire tugging her back to the helm. NOW : 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽. slip from it’s perch with a tight, grizzly maw - ready to snap those jagged knife - like canines. s̳k̳e̳l̳e̳t̳a̳l̳ ̳ ̳ ̳ ̳ ̳ ̳c̳l̳a̳w̳s̳ always always reaching out. parasitic in it’s hunger, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. body so much not her own
the knowledge sinks down to her organs. not butterflies in her stomach, but moths crowding her chest. acrid reminders of the dormant hound eating at ˢᴷᴵᴺ & ᴮᴼᴺᴱ - a puppet on strings. ( 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 - 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍. ) you’d never know, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔? not now, ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘʳᶠᵃᶜᵉ as she is.
𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗? ❜ rose - soaked tongue, dripping blood & spoiled honey. NOT AT ALL THE GIRL YOU THINK I AM. her unwanted tenant all too adept at deception. just wilting petals, ˢᵀᴱᴹˢ ᴿᴼᵀᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴾᴵᵀ . . . . . in her gut. not of nature, the dark that lingers. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋. the spider that waits, ready to swallow sorrow.
‹⠀ ◜ ♥ ◞⠀ * ––––––– MADlSN .
〞𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 we met , 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ?
sowe seduced our way out of that 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 - hole .. honestly i could have told youwewould .. way too fine tobeseen with the 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. i thoughthewould be alot cuter i think thatwasthe most disappointing 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 〟