So after a very boring New Orleans experience (Remy, I blame you.) and all mourning over Hag aside... We are now in Gotham city with Julian, A.K.A. Hellion, and Laura, A.K.A. X-23. So far, things have been okay.
Except for one teeny tiny problem.
My GENIUS of a husband has... Stolen the Bat Mobile. It's still sitting in the parking garage, even. And where is Mr. LeBeau? Not here. He took Julian to go steal the car.
I just... I have nothing to say about that. Other than he deserves the kick in the pants that I'm going to give him. Biiiig time. I told him, before we left to go to Gotham, no. Do not try it. I don't want you landing your ass in jail.
I'm relatively sure he's in jail right now. I am not bailing him out if he is! He did this to himself! There are some things he can charm me into agreeing to, none I'll say here of course! Let your imaginations run wild, darlings.
The other day, Laura, her daughter Sofie, and I went to get ice cream. That trip itself was boring, but when we got back... We had a very touching conversation. We're friends. And that warms my heart to no end.
Then, yesterday... Namor infiltrated the penthouse. I hate King of the Fish People so damn much it's not even funny. I will sacrifice my husband to him to SHUT HIM THE HELL UP.
Also. Met some kid named Sam Guthrie. He reminds me of Cid Highwind.
Love,
Mistress Myth
Friday, February 25, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Miss Frost
Is somehow always right. No point trying to convince yourself otherwise. Fuckin' shit.
I can't wallow in self-pity. I have to put my foot down, I have to be strong again. Not just for myself. I won't be pushed around, and I won't play Penelope.
I'm done waiting.
I can't wallow in self-pity. I have to put my foot down, I have to be strong again. Not just for myself. I won't be pushed around, and I won't play Penelope.
I'm done waiting.
Cost of Living on the Edge
Hag is gone. I feel alone.
I feel trapped. Why do I feel trapped? I'm not trapped. He wouldn't restrain me like this. Where's the girl who lived?! I survived, damn it! And I didn't survive to become someone's pet, someone's doll! Someone who's never even THERE!
He's never around when I need him, or even just want him there. And to bring us all the way out here like this? He had reason. To keep me here, hidden? Why?
How did I fall to this? How did someone who was practically a living symbol of freedom... Turn into this? I have fallen so far... And there is no hope of rising to the heights I once climbed.
I can see it now. She and I are one in the same. Burned out in the club, and don't know what to do with ourselves.
Mistress Myth.
I feel trapped. Why do I feel trapped? I'm not trapped. He wouldn't restrain me like this. Where's the girl who lived?! I survived, damn it! And I didn't survive to become someone's pet, someone's doll! Someone who's never even THERE!
He's never around when I need him, or even just want him there. And to bring us all the way out here like this? He had reason. To keep me here, hidden? Why?
How did I fall to this? How did someone who was practically a living symbol of freedom... Turn into this? I have fallen so far... And there is no hope of rising to the heights I once climbed.
I can see it now. She and I are one in the same. Burned out in the club, and don't know what to do with ourselves.
Mistress Myth.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Never Gonna Dance Again...
Hey, normies! Thank Deadpool for today's choice in music!
I love my husband, everyone knows that, right? He puts me through the most emotional turmoil at times. Monsieur LeBeau is surely the one, right? The man I'm meant to spend my life with... The father of the child I'm carrying...
But why is it that he's making me feel trapped? We're in New Orleans now, and I have my laptop with me. (You'd swear it's GLUED to my hip...) I'm heading to Gotham later today, though. Gonna do something nice for Hellion. -insert gagging noises- But back to the topic at hand.
He wants us to leave Utopia. Leave the X-Men. Leave it all behind. He may have friends down here in New Orleans, but... The last time I was here, I was either bleeding out on some old woman's COUCH, or too drunk to retain much. Sometimes both, depending on how old Hag felt. If I got too loud, "Here's some bourbon, brat. How the fuck're you gonna handle childbirth?"
I used to always say, "If I live that long..."
...Hag! If I can find her in the city..! Then maybe she'll help me. Yeah... Hag can definitely help me! She was always good, I think...
I miss her anyway. Wanna show her I'm still alive and kicking! Married, even, too! Ha ha... She won't act like she cares, but I think... She'll be proud. Yeah. I can't wait! Matter of fact, where's Pixie? We're gonna go see her NOW. Fuck waiting.
Love,
Mistress Myth.
I love my husband, everyone knows that, right? He puts me through the most emotional turmoil at times. Monsieur LeBeau is surely the one, right? The man I'm meant to spend my life with... The father of the child I'm carrying...
But why is it that he's making me feel trapped? We're in New Orleans now, and I have my laptop with me. (You'd swear it's GLUED to my hip...) I'm heading to Gotham later today, though. Gonna do something nice for Hellion. -insert gagging noises- But back to the topic at hand.
He wants us to leave Utopia. Leave the X-Men. Leave it all behind. He may have friends down here in New Orleans, but... The last time I was here, I was either bleeding out on some old woman's COUCH, or too drunk to retain much. Sometimes both, depending on how old Hag felt. If I got too loud, "Here's some bourbon, brat. How the fuck're you gonna handle childbirth?"
I used to always say, "If I live that long..."
...Hag! If I can find her in the city..! Then maybe she'll help me. Yeah... Hag can definitely help me! She was always good, I think...
I miss her anyway. Wanna show her I'm still alive and kicking! Married, even, too! Ha ha... She won't act like she cares, but I think... She'll be proud. Yeah. I can't wait! Matter of fact, where's Pixie? We're gonna go see her NOW. Fuck waiting.
Love,
Mistress Myth.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Oh My GOD!
Bitches, I know I'm no saint. I'm sure as hell a sinner!
So... I saw this man, all clad in white... He said his name was Jean-Philippe... Fantomex. Those eyes... Oh, my heart couldn't slow! Wouldn't slow even if it could! His words, not unfamiliar French that spilled from lips oh so poisonous.
It felt like someone had slipped a sexy, seductive version of arsenic into my ears. Oh my god... He had me the moment he said, "Well, Mistress, I've been bad. Care to whip me?" And that was just the lust!
...Have to interrupt here, I'm pretty sure I just saw Angel fly through the halls naked, telling Emma he got what she wanted... I... Well. Um... This beats seeing Psylocke and Rogue practically screwing each other in the hall and LOUDLY proclaiming their love for each other... And then Hellion running off with Pixie and I just give up.
Back to the oh so lovely man I was telling you all about. Lust is all fine and dandy, obviously... But his words... Sweet, gentle whispers that made me want to stay with him. Even just in his arms... Oh, what he said to me... How he promised to erase the scars on my body... Told me all sorts of lovely things, the likes of which I have never heard a man say...
He is just the type of man... I think I truly want. I'm so confused... Remy... I love him dearly, but... It feels more like he wants to keep me trapped. Jean-Philippe... He makes me feel right! I don't feel... Like some butterfly pinned to the wall, to be admired. Let alone admired by a man who rarely seems to speak to me!
But... Remy... He makes my mind go blank when I see him, my cheeks go red... My heart skips beats when our eyes meet... I'm so confused...
Love,
Mistress Myth.
So... I saw this man, all clad in white... He said his name was Jean-Philippe... Fantomex. Those eyes... Oh, my heart couldn't slow! Wouldn't slow even if it could! His words, not unfamiliar French that spilled from lips oh so poisonous.
It felt like someone had slipped a sexy, seductive version of arsenic into my ears. Oh my god... He had me the moment he said, "Well, Mistress, I've been bad. Care to whip me?" And that was just the lust!
...Have to interrupt here, I'm pretty sure I just saw Angel fly through the halls naked, telling Emma he got what she wanted... I... Well. Um... This beats seeing Psylocke and Rogue practically screwing each other in the hall and LOUDLY proclaiming their love for each other... And then Hellion running off with Pixie and I just give up.
Back to the oh so lovely man I was telling you all about. Lust is all fine and dandy, obviously... But his words... Sweet, gentle whispers that made me want to stay with him. Even just in his arms... Oh, what he said to me... How he promised to erase the scars on my body... Told me all sorts of lovely things, the likes of which I have never heard a man say...
He is just the type of man... I think I truly want. I'm so confused... Remy... I love him dearly, but... It feels more like he wants to keep me trapped. Jean-Philippe... He makes me feel right! I don't feel... Like some butterfly pinned to the wall, to be admired. Let alone admired by a man who rarely seems to speak to me!
But... Remy... He makes my mind go blank when I see him, my cheeks go red... My heart skips beats when our eyes meet... I'm so confused...
Love,
Mistress Myth.
Insert witty happy remark here.
I know, I know. Another entry, so soon? I just can't help it! I'm so happy! Just being near him... I feel like, together, we could do just about anything!
I've never felt this safe before. I've never... Not in my entire life. Right now, I think... I've finally gotten what I wanted all along. I'm loved.
I am loved.
I want to cry so badly I am just that happy. This is how I want to live! Wrapped in this bliss... I don't need fancy things, or a crazy life... I just need this. People who care about me, a husband who loves me... I found heaven, and not through prayer, or begging a fictional God for it. I found it by earning it, and spending most of my life crying and bleeding for it.
Love,
Mistress Myth.
Autumn LeBeau.
I've never felt this safe before. I've never... Not in my entire life. Right now, I think... I've finally gotten what I wanted all along. I'm loved.
I am loved.
I want to cry so badly I am just that happy. This is how I want to live! Wrapped in this bliss... I don't need fancy things, or a crazy life... I just need this. People who care about me, a husband who loves me... I found heaven, and not through prayer, or begging a fictional God for it. I found it by earning it, and spending most of my life crying and bleeding for it.
Love,
Mistress Myth.
Autumn LeBeau.
Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fufill Me!
So, one. The woman who created me discovered The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Be afraid.
THAT ASIDE. I have my husband back in my arms. (And in my bed.) And we're taking Pixie and Victor to New Orleans for a vacation! So expect me to be quiet for quite some time. Especially if I get the chance to see more than the bedroom.
Oh, and did you all know that man lived in a fucking plantation house!? I can't wait to see it! I had no clue...
And he explained the deal with Blindfold... He really has something else living in his head. I hope I never have to see it. He said it's the Horseman of Death... So he and Warren have something in common. How is it this one is always falling for Horsemen of Death, hmmm?
I don't care. I have my husband, and I love him. I really... Oh god, it feels strange saying that. I love him.
I'm going back to bed now. He's awake again and I am so not done showing just how much I've missed him. Teehee~
Love,
Mistr
THAT ASIDE. I have my husband back in my arms. (And in my bed.) And we're taking Pixie and Victor to New Orleans for a vacation! So expect me to be quiet for quite some time. Especially if I get the chance to see more than the bedroom.
Oh, and did you all know that man lived in a fucking plantation house!? I can't wait to see it! I had no clue...
And he explained the deal with Blindfold... He really has something else living in his head. I hope I never have to see it. He said it's the Horseman of Death... So he and Warren have something in common. How is it this one is always falling for Horsemen of Death, hmmm?
I don't care. I have my husband, and I love him. I really... Oh god, it feels strange saying that. I love him.
I'm going back to bed now. He's awake again and I am so not done showing just how much I've missed him. Teehee~
Love,
Mistr
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
In The Mists of Morning
I feel like Penelope, from The Odyssey. Waiting for a husband that I don't know if he'll ever come home. He's been gone for a few days, I've lost count how many... No calls. Just that damn note sitting on the table. On top of that, Julian's flipped his shit, so we have a psycho TKing teenager.
Fucking lovely.
Pixie got kicked out by Emma. Partially why I decided to stay mute when I wanted to talk to Miss Frost. I don't wanna risk ending up on my ass. I... I think I've forgotten how to stand on my own two feet.
But... To be honest? ...I kind of like it. A lot. But at the same time... I lack the feeling of being loved. I look at his picture, and I want to burst into tears... I miss the sound of his voice, and it's pissing me off. How it felt to be in his arms, the taste of his lips, his scent... God, I'm pathetic.
Oh, fuck. Phone's ringing. Gimme a few.
Eek~! That was him, he's on his way home and I am going to end this now! Expect an update tomorrow!
Love,
Mistress My
Fucking lovely.
Pixie got kicked out by Emma. Partially why I decided to stay mute when I wanted to talk to Miss Frost. I don't wanna risk ending up on my ass. I... I think I've forgotten how to stand on my own two feet.
But... To be honest? ...I kind of like it. A lot. But at the same time... I lack the feeling of being loved. I look at his picture, and I want to burst into tears... I miss the sound of his voice, and it's pissing me off. How it felt to be in his arms, the taste of his lips, his scent... God, I'm pathetic.
Oh, fuck. Phone's ringing. Gimme a few.
Eek~! That was him, he's on his way home and I am going to end this now! Expect an update tomorrow!
Love,
Mistress My
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