#mctives

[innocencel0st]

Partially plotted AU with @mctives

Tatum used all the strength she had to fling the freezer door open, smacking him in the head with it. She had to put space between them. She had to find an escape or a weapon. She ran for the door that would lead her back inside the house. But he was already up. She threw the first beer bottle, then the second. But he was running at her. She ducked and he rolled over her back, landing on his on the stairs.

There was the pet door. But what if she didn't fit? What if she got stuck? He'd be up in a second. She had to make a decision.

The skis. She grabbed a ski pole, bringing the point down hard into his chest. "Motherfucker!" She lifted the pole back up and brought it down again. And again. And again....

When she was done, she was out of breath and in shock. The pole clattered against the cement floor when she dropped it. She fell to her knees beside him, blinking. The adrenaline was still pumping through her to the point that she no longer felt the sting from where the knife had cut into her forearm. Her own blood mixed with his on her hand as she reached for the mask, pulling it off. Of course it was Billy, she hadn't trusted him from the start.

As she got back to her feet she picked up the last unbroken beer. There was a numbness setting in as she climbed the few steps back up to the door. Conveniently unlocked this time. As she made her way into the kitchen and back into the party, she didn't notice the stares she was receiving. She was disheveled and bleeding as she made her way to Stu, "Here's your beer."

[scrivellc]

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

@mctives

Any time he was left alone with his dad as a kid left Orin in a perpetual state of unease, so while it wasn't the most afraid he's ever been, it's the most prolonged time he's ever been in a fearful state. This was a fear that resurfaced when his mother died and he realized he was going to have to live in the same house as his father again. At the same time he was grieving he felt a sudden welling up of complete dread that had been dormant for years, and it lasted for weeks. He was 15 years old and felt for certain that something awful was going to happen to him the moment he was subject to his father's whims again. He learned to live with it for the next couple years he lived with his father, but that initial realization caused such an extreme panic in him that he wouldn't feel again....until years later when some weird, little, guy with glasses decided to watch as he died slowly while pleading for his life...

[gcrdy]

hc + 🎵 for a music-themed headcanon

@mctives

If he wasn't so busy scheming and plotting (and failing miserably at these exploits), Gordy would have pursued a career in entertainment/been a lounge singer. He always romanticized that type of life but never actually thought of actively working toward that since he's so convinced that he has a duty to carry on the "family business". Plus, any of his music related interests as a kid were never really supported. His family wasn't about to invest in instruments for him to play after all or pay for any sort of classes. But singing was and is free, so there was no real way to stop him from doing that. Mostly he would just sing to himself when he was alone to keep himself company when he didn't want to watch TV, but he did perform at a couple talent shows when he was a teenager, but that was more just for fun and to show off than anything else. Also the allure of a small cash prize or other free goody was always enticing. He actually has a few CDs of his favorite performers that he still has since they're small enough to carry with him, but when he had more stable housing he used to collect old records...but who knows? Maybe one day he'll be in a place to collect and perform again.

[progeniterror]

" JESUS FUCK they let you out already ? Feel like I shoulda gotten a call about that... "

starter for @mctives

[screenviolense]

　　' you look worse than the last time i saw you. ' was she smug? a little, given how she'd managed to but she could only be so smug when she was the one coming back here for more material for her next book. unofficially, of course.

@mctives / short starter call.

[cstarling]

clarice hadn't argued when jack gave her this assignment, despite wanting to protest against it as a whole. she wanted to stay on the ripper case, find the man who had been terrorizing the city for years. instead, she took the file and set up a time to meet stu macher at the prison he's resided in for some time, now. his case was pretty cut and dry - the ghostface killings in woodsborro, california ; him and billy loomis had killed several students, eventually trying and failing to kill their final victim, sidney prescott. stu made it out, billy didn't. even the macher family lawyer couldn't get the judge to deny all of the evidence presented against him. she thinks about this as she enters the prison, checking her gun and badge with security before following a guard to the room they'd be using. clarice listens to the precautions and nods, heaving a silent breath before she's allowed into the room. sitting at the table is stu, scars littered across his features, the man handcuffed to the table. she meets his eyes. 'hello, mr. macher. my name's agent clarice starling, m'with th'fbi,' hand gestures toward the chair across from him. 'may i sit?' @mctives.

[drkroots]

@mctives said: ❤️ — what are some of your best qualities?

          munday asks

❤️ — what are some of your best qualities?

As I writer, I like that I'm creative as fuck ( though the probably ADHD makes it difficult because I'm in a constant state of stress and burnout ) and if I had the power, I would truly be unstoppable and write the damn series this blog is based around lmfao.

Non-writing related, I like to think I have the patience of a saint with what I used to have to put up with growing up ( though it's also something I've had RL people try to take advantage of ), I'm also hella passionate about the things I love when I am able to decompress and love them properly. I also like to think I'm that chill friend that you come to if you need to chat and vent. I'm always down for a good bitchfit and a couple of drinks

I'm also a birb mum. I got that going for me too.

[loomiskiller]

“Just you, me and a couple of silly hats. What do you say?”

@mctives

"I was actually invited to a party." Billy states, though, he doesn't sound like he is interested in going to it. In fact, his mood has been terrible since Christmas. His dad had to ruin everything for him and his sister for yet again. That man can't seem to let his children catch a goddamn break. He has new bruises from trying to defend his sister, though, they are hidden from view. Billy keeps his gaze off of Stu.

Sometimes, Billy thinks about taking a knife and stabbing him a few times. Then, maybe, maybe he will understand what it is like to experience fear. Unfortunately, Hank is his and Vicki's only provider, so, they would be shit out of luck if he did that, so, he's just bidding his time until he can move away from Woodsboro and take Vicki with him. He finally turns to Stu.

"Not really in the mood to celebrate, really. Not even to get drunk."

[innocencel0st]

I know I already replied to this meme you sent, but I woke up at 4AM to thunder and lightning with an idea @mctives

Depending on her schedule, and when his appointments were, they would either meet at the cafe on her lunch break, or across the street at the park after she left the office for the day. Today had been a park day. Until the sky opened up and it seemed to start raining out of nowhere. First it was a light sprinkle, then within moments, the sky was gray and it was coming down hard. There was a boom of thunder and a crack of lightning, and they were running for the parking garage Tatum's car was in.

Tatum wasn't really sure at what point she'd reached for his hand. Or maybe he'd reached for hers to help pull her along? She couldn't be certain. All she knew was that when they made it to her car, they were still holding hands, grinning, and dripping wet. She let go, not because it was Stu and she'd realized her hand was in his, but because she had to fish her keys out of her purse.

Do you need a ride? The words simply tumbled out of her mouth before she realized it. But she stuck to them, and after a moment of insistence, they were both inside the car, the heater on full blast trying to warm them up (and dry them).

Then she looked at him.

Wet tendrils of hair framed her face, what little bit of makeup she wore was washed away by the storm. She was still grinning, and for a moment she felt like she was eighteen again. Maybe it was the adrenaline still pumping through her, but without giving it a single hesitation, her hand was on his cheek and she was capturing his lips with hers. She was screaming at herself in her head. She could hear Dewey and Sidney screaming at her in her head. What are you doing? But for a moment, she simply didn't care.

[contradictivs]

when people don't understand you, you can say anything you want.

"I don't think that's actually how that works."

After making himself comfortable on whatever spot of grass he had claimed, Ryder had tried his best to focus on whatever he had been working on. Only mildly listening to the people around him talk about whatever they were talking about. It did not surprise him that Stu was the one to say something like that — Stu saying weird shit was something that he had quickly become desensitized to after hanging out around him a couple of times. It still caught him off guard, sometimes, but it didn't genuinely surprise him.

Pen tapped against paper as he glanced at the other. "You can't actually say whatever you want, whenever you want."

[scrivellc]

🖕    Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture 

@mctives

"You must have me confused with someone else or you're very, very, stupid," Orin said as he fixed the stranger with a dirty look. Who'd this snot think he was anyway? Probably just being shit if he remembered what he was like at that age. And truth be told he was still like that even if he pretended otherwise. He shouldn't picked a fight, he knew that on some level, but he couldn't just let this kind of thing go. Just like...on principle. "Since you're still just standing here then I'm gonna say stupid."

[trainedmutt-a]

“ so,    who  d’you  think  it  is?    himbry?    you  ask  me,    the  guy  seems  high-strung  enough  to  wanna  gut  a  couple  students,    ya’know  what  i  mean? ”

@mctives liked for a one-liner!

[innocencel0st]

"Positive," she nods, still trying to smile. Trying to be like she used to be. "You know I wouldn't lie about something like that." And it was true, Tatum had always been fashionable, on top of the latest trends. Even now, her style had evolved with age and to suit her profession, but the red silk blouse tucked into the black velvet dress pants were proof that she was just as stylish now as she was at eighteen.

"Don't..." she breathes. She's trying to keep it together. Her grip on the top of her cane is so tight that her knuckles are starting to turn white. She's still trying to smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes. Eyes that are wet with the tears she's trying to hold back. "Just give me one moment," her voice is still low, pleading. "One moment that I don't have to be sad about...that I don't have to question which Stu you are or over-analyze."

Her lips press together and she blinks, trying to keep her emotions in check. Then her smile reappears, and she's over the difficult part. "I'll see you around, yeah?" And she figured she would, as long as he didn't change doctors. She'd see him in passing, either coming to or going from appointments. They might even run into each other again at the cafe.

They could have these little accidentally on purpose moments where they can pretend they're just two friends catching up, and nothing bad ever happened. She knows its delusional. She knows Sidney and Dewey, maybe even her mom, would be furious with her. But she wants it.

Stu was focusing himself on a little sanded down and polished knothole in the table. Following the lines of it with his eyes, breathing slowly. He used to have panic attacks a lot when he first got to prison, but he was pretty good at stopping them now. And he didn't want to act like that in front of her. He wanted to be normal with her so fucking badly.

"Y-you sure it's not?" he managed to say, a vague smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes when he looked up at her. If he were in prison right now, he'd know exactly what happened next. The guards would come. He'd go back to the same routine he'd had everyday since he was eighteen. He'd know exactly what the boundaries were, and exactly what'd happen if he crossed them.

What he wanted to do was reach out to her, tell her not to go, tell her to skip the rest of the day at work. They could just spend the day together. They could spend the night together. They could be like they used to be and it'd be fine. He would be fine.

But he didn't know that. He wasn't sure he was any better than he used to be. He could be lying to everybody without even knowing it. He could snap again.

Even his fake smile falters a little. "You deserve so much fucking better, Tatum." Than him. Than the life she's had because of him. All of it.

[innocencel0st]

💕 our muses’ romantic relationship (for tatum bc of course)

[aranostra]

gonna try to overcome my bad brain and actually write today~

feel free to dig around my muse list and send me some memes because I could use some fresh threads. (same for @servire, @ofmercy, @texastwang, and @mctives)

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