#mxrtuusrex

[swallowedblood-archived]

@mxrtuusrex liked for a tiny starter:

      ❛ so... what have you come to bore me with this time? ❜

[flowerwreathed-archive-blog]

mxrtuusrex replied to your post:thanks to Natalia Kills, I kinda want an human AU...

;;that girl is a problem, problem, goddamn problem.

[ But--and now I’m developing headcanons about her. I’ll put her in college or something. So she skips classes all the time and drinks underage and goes out to parties and teases people until they’re frustrated and leaves, but in the end, she gets good grades and she doesn’t like to be drunk--so she doesn’t do that--and she has big plans for her future. She just likes to do these things and she likes to have her hair like that and her tattoos and she just does what she wants. 

[nonvictimam]

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There’s a dandelion seed on her husband’s clothing. An ever-tanned finger puts itself on the seed; it removes itself from his shirt and onto her skin. “Who’s thinking about you, Hades?” she teases.

[nonvictimam]

She’s wearing a rhinestone gown and her husband hasn’t started screaming? What trickery is this? 

[ofxsparta-blog]

               ;:& mxrtuusrex​ liked this for a starter

                 “ i feel like i should take 'i kissed a boy just to start shit'                        as   my   LIFE   MOTTO. i  mean,   how   REAL   is  that? ”

[indxstress-a]

mxrtuusrex said ;;calm down old lady, or you’ll have a heart attack. you have life alert right?

FITE ME

sonofshadow said: pONY—

all the tiny horses 4 u bae

[aphrcs]

Vulnerability is a wicked mistress; insidious in all her decadence, whispering sweetened affections craved by even the condemned.  Aphrodite names it her folly that she has allowed temptation  to  overcome sense. Arguments of matter and mind are infinitesimal in maddened occasions. But the shade of night will peel away  all  reason, if only to divulge the most grotesque and  converted  parts  of the self.  Limb would effortlessly entangle limbs in some crooked belonging.  Face burrows in junction between shoulder  and  neck, that  spot  in  which she knows she might always find that damnable comfort she  so oft denies.  Such open displays of fragility are sparse, saved but  for times of true instability --- times where constitutions are caught  on the waning fringes of madness.  ❝ I’m t i r e d. So save your ridicules for the morning, hm? ❞ Her pride will suffer what it may, but for now she need only seek  the consolation only one  so vile as he can provide. ( but inquire  arises: is it out of kinship she draws to  him,  or is it birthed from a softer nature she would so readily repel were he  any  other? )

[nonvictimam]

mxrtuusrex

 you don’t understand how badly persephone nopes...

;;oh no it’s snowing you have to stay in the underworld.

what a shame