#mxstress

mary loves invasion of the body snatchers, rosemary’s baby, freaks, dracula’s daughter, frankenstein, the innocents (the 1961 movie w deborah kerr), and the haunting, tho im sure i’m missing some stuff on this list… generally she likes movies with a Message; although in terms of timelines she precedes the prevalence of slasher/gore films, even if they were in her field of vision culturally she wouldn’t be interested. she prefers moodier and more psychological things—many of her favorite movies, as you can see, have obvious political messages (invasion is all about cold war paranoia, rosemary’s baby is about women’s bodily autonomy, dracula’s daughter is uh………………..lesbian, freaks is about outsiders and othering).

Soft Smut Sentence Starters- @mxstress

     “Oh, Missy, of course we can.” There were times when the two were like wildfire, neither wanting to stop the other and rushing to an always explosive ending. But then there were times, such as now, when either one of them preferred to take their time, to enjoy their time together on a deeper level. “We have all the time in the world.”

     Lilith held Missy securely in her lap, nuzzling her nose under her chin and tracing the path of her sharp jawline. She could hold her like this forever if she had to, would do so honestly even if no one asked. Going slower meant they had time to linger and tease, to laugh with one another as they leisurely worked themselves up. Her mouth reached Missy’s earlobe and she caught it with her teeth to tug on it ever so gently before releasing it in favor of pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

     Imprisonment is so boring. 

     It had taken the goddess several decades to come to terms with her banishment, knowing she’d never escape her own dismal realm until her father perished from the physical world. After that, there was nothing left to focus on except for the steady influx of souls—and even they take care of themselves after being judged by their ruler and sent to their respective places throughout Hel.

     Hela has nothing to do except sit and stew in her pent up rage while throwing daggers at obsidian statues for entertainment. That is, until the strange box comes out of nowhere and lands in her great hall.

Missy: *laces her fingers together* ‘…_inside the ride_…’

im no artist but i believe this image captures the nuances

Rose let out a groan as she came too. The first thing that she was aware of was the numbing pain in her upper arms, then came the headache. She slowly opened her eyes, and took a good look at her surroundings. It was then that she realised that she was standing - barely standing, with her toes just touching the floor -, with her arms strung up above her head, wrapped in thick rope that was connected to the ceiling. 

A few feet away from her was a set of wooden stairs, which led up to what she presumed was the door to her escape route. To her right were several benches along the wall, with trays upon on trays of very different pieces of ... tools and equipment. She also noted above the benches were uncomfortable looking paddles and what looked like torture devices. She glanced over her left shoulder to see what was behind her. Worryingly there was a metal bench/chair with straps for the wrists and ankles. and oddly enough, an old and rusty bathtub. She glanced down at herself, and discovered that she was wearing nothing but her underwear.

         “You can speak for yourself, I’m sure.”

         But is Missy so wrong? Margarethe’s nails drum on the windowsill. She’s avoiding the sight of her maid, looking out onto the yard instead, the sprawl of rich grass, the garden. There are servants moving about out there, among the rows of plants. The summer growth has long since yellowed and withered in the changing weather, and the fall harvest has to be seen to, or so she’s been told by that John fellow her husband employs. Surely only madness could drive Margarethe to interest in such details as which plants to harvest and how to winter the pumpkins or store the potatoes or whatever it is.

         Yet. It’s more than that. Deeper than that. Margarethe knows what madness means. Circularity. She pictures a woman in a madhouse pacing her cell, round and round about; pictures herself pacing this house, room to room to room.

         Outside, Ella, bright and pretty in her blue frock, has appeared to help the servants. She stoops over the dirt with them, laughing and chatting. It doesn’t matter what Margarethe says to that girl. She simply won’t learn what’s proper for someone her age and station. It makes her company unbearable. And when there is no outdoors for Ella to occupy herself with, no fields for her to wander in, and none for the servants to tend; when the fall ends, and winter comes, and snow blankets them here–when snow shrouds Margarethe, in the dark in this house, with nothing, no one…

         “Missy,” she says, and her voice is different. Purposeful. She’s had a thought. “What if we went away for the winter, hm?” Her hand now rests on the windowsill, motionless. “Somewhere far from this… Backwater.” She pictures some distant city, southerly and ornate. A townhouse rented there for her by Auguste, who has stayed behind, of course, perhaps even with Ella–must maintain his correspondence, can’t go running off when there’s work to be done, and the girl is so attached to her father. In a sunny place far from here, Margarethe, Anastasia, Drisella, and, of course, Lady Tremaine’s indispensable companion. Missy.

          There is the faintest smile on Margarethe’s lips. “Somewhere warm.”

I have the great fortune and pleasure to interact and write with many many incredible people on here; so here is a quick list of just a few of my amazing mutuals!! And I’m sure many of them would be excited to interact with you as well; Some of them may be a rather selective; but i still highly recommend shooting them a message to see if they would be open to new threads as they are all absolutely brilliant!

@intherightwasi/@doctorrockstar@balderrask@hellishtrickster@xiii-doc@knownconsortofthedoctor@mxstress@everybodyelsedying 

There are so; soooo many more than just these; because I write with so many incredible people; but these babes just popped into my head! :3 so consider this me, shamelessly promoting them XD