This Car is 100% Death Proof

autohomicide @ 2009-07-27T21:41:00

2009-07-28T01:42:22Z

A very cool wreck piece by lieu_murphy

autohomicide @ 2009-05-13T00:14:00

2009-05-13T04:25:33Z

Mike was glad to hear from his mom. There was a part of him that was even more happy to hear her offer to take the kids for a day. He hadn't had any time with Butterfly in weeks. He didn't ask Butterfly. Instead he just packed up the kids while she was still asleep. Mike spent about a half hour settling the kids in with Grandma McKay and Uncle Bob. The kids seemed alright.

Mike left them and headed back home. The house was still quiet when he got there and started looking for butterfly.

autohomicide @ 2009-04-13T19:24:00

2009-04-13T23:25:27Z

**Pissed off** Someone hit my car.

For Butterfly and Thomas

2009-04-02T02:06:18Z

Mike hadn’t woke up Butterfly or Thomas when His mom and brother arrived. It was still early in the morning. After helping them both inside Mike sat down with his mom and let her hold Dolores. While she chatted cheerfully with her granddaughter, Mike caught up with Bob. They were deep in a conversation about his latest stunt and how to better execute the airplane crash. Mike trusted his brother’s opinion and took his advice very seriously.

After a short talk Mike went out to their truck and brought in the bag of gifts his mom and purchased for Butterfly and the children. Mike had a suspicion that his brother had a hand in one particular gift for Thomas. That got both the men laughing over memories of Mike when he was still a child. He was happy to have his family here. Besides Thomas, Butterfly and Dolores, these were the only people that didn’t bring up his instinct to kill. Even Butterfly triggered it at times but for much different reasons than most. Mike made them some coffee and settled into the living room again. He just made small talk with them as they asked about his new movie, Dolores and the boy they hadn’t met. His mom knew something of Butterfly, even if it was only that she drove him crazy in the right and wrong ways. As they talked all three kept their voices down. Bob was now feeding Dolores and Mike had relaxed more than most would have seen him ever.

For writers_muses F. "I haven't thought that far, to be honest with you.

2009-01-10T07:33:00Z

Mike had promised Thomas they'd do something together once the plane arrived on set. He didn't tell the boy that it had arrived only that they were all four going out to lunch. They all packed into Butterfly's car. He tried to convince her to drive but gave up once Thomas started getting antsy. They had a nice lunch at a small Mexican resturant that Butterfly really liked. It was relaxed despite Thomas asking questions about everything that was hanging on the wall. Mike used to get unnerved by it but then he realized something. Thomas was acting so much like Mike had to his own brother. That alone changed the perspective on everything. Mike slowly began settling in to being a mentor. He never really treated Thomas like his son though he called Mike dad and Mike referred to him as a son. The true meaning of those words Mike was not comfortable with. Instead he opted to treat him like a little brother.

After lunch they headed back but Mike took a detour out to the airfield where the stunt crew was setting up. Thomas was int he back talking to Dolores and didn't immediately notice where they were. Mike drove out toward his trailer and on the other side sat the little two seated prop plane. That was what he promised Thomas though it had arrived later than anticipated. He imagined by now Thomas thought they weren't going at all. Mike pulled up and turned off the car before turning back to the boy. Mike couldn't help but get excited to see when Thomas noticed. It was until right now that he understood why his brother Bob had tolerated him for so long. None of them had met Bob or his mother yet. Mike had it in his mind that maybe after this shoot they could all take a trip to New Mexico. He really missed his mom. All those thought though were washed away when Thomas finally saw the plane sitting in front of the car.

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autohomicide @ 2009-01-01T15:01:00

2009-01-01T20:02:45Z

You Are the King

You are natural leader. You like to rule, and people like to be ruled by you.

You handle responsibility well. You enjoy providing for those who are loyal to you.

You master anything you try, and you refuse to accept failure as an option.

You're especially good at developing strategies and delegating tasks.

You are a total perfectionist. Your standards are hard to live up to.

However, you are also very generous ... at least to those in your inner circle.

What Role Do You Play?

This is a rather interesting take on me.

For couples_therapy 1. Mistletoe

2008-12-19T03:00:31Z

Mike was waiting for Butterfly to dress the two kids. They were planning on going out to get the tree tonight but Mike had purchased a few things to decorate the house. He couldn't remember the last time he'd celebrated Christmas. Not since he was a kid and then it wasn't like this. Christmas was punctuated every year by his mother's black-eyes. Now as he thought about it he didn't think there had ever been what he considered a good Christmas.

Mike didn't want to think about it. Not now or ever really. He stood in the living room stapling up the garland that he'd bought earlier. Mike was doing it without much thought. His mind was still in the past. Still reaching up and measuring the loops to center it. The kiss on the cheek shocked him because he wasn't expecting it.

"What was..." Mike trailed off as he looked up and saw the mistletoe handing right in the center of the garland. He put in the last of the staples and stepped back to look at it.

"Are the three of you ready?" He hadn't looked back yet. His mind was still in a dark place.

Words: 200

For couples_therapy

2008-10-24T21:48:31Z

1. Reluctant.

Mike couldn't take the distance any longer. If he were somewhere else it would be possible but they lived in the same house. They lived in the same five rooms. It was too close to have this kind of distance. Thomas was at school right now so it was the perfect time to try this again. Mike had his reservations. After all the last two times he'd tried at this they were all utter failures.

Mike took a deep breath. He couldn't force himself to go into the other room. He had to. Reluctantly he headed for the bedroom. "Butterfly?"

Mike came up to the doorway and looked in. He was nervous but couldn't place which reason was worse. The attempt at apology was bad enough without the fact that he didn't see a reason to apologize for what he'd done. There were so many things eating at his mind. Most often now was seeing his father when he killed him. He didn't want to apologize for who he was. He was tired of it. All of his life he apologized or was required or asked to apologize for himself.

As much as he refused to apologize for who he was there was a part of him that needed to close the distance before he went crazy. He stood there waiting for Butterfly.

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For couples_therapy

2008-10-18T03:52:37Z

2. Discuss a time when you doubted the strength of your relationship

Mike didn't know if this would last. Worse he wasn't even sure he wanted it to go on. Standing in the kitchen he pressed his hands to the counter top and sighed. things were getting worse not better. What could he do? Dying or at least trying to for her hadn't been enough. Mike looked down at his hands. Her father's wedding band was on his finger. There was intention, maybe even on his part.

He needed to make a choice. The boy of hers was starting to get attached to him. The baby was coming soon and still he had no confidence in what they were doing. What were they doing? He was too old. She was too young. This family thing wasn't working. It couldn't be.

"Mike."

He heard the boy's voice and cringed. He hated him but most of all he was afraid of him. He was afraid to get close. He was afraid of killing him. Deep down he was afraid it would make him his father. He remembered clearly how his father said it was his fault he became a drunk. It was Mike's fault that he beat his mother. His brothers had been fine but he was the reason everything fell apart.

McKay took a deep breath and looked down at the eager boy with his backpack. Why had he suggested taking him to the set? Mike had no idea and ran his hand through his hair. Turning back now would just send him and Butterfly back at each other. Despite his displeasure with the circumstances fighting wasn't anything he was eager to do. He pulled himself together over all the emotion.

"Come on kid." Mike smiled trying to imagine things were better than they were. Thomas smiled up at him in a way that Mike had never seen from anyone. He had no idea how to react or what to do about it so he just started walking. "Come on."

He could hear little tennis shoes following after his long, even strides and race past him. The boy was out the front door but Mike stopped in the doorway. He felt sick watching the boy run to the car, stop and look back. That expectation of being there or doing something was so alien to Mike that it might as well have been asking him to fly. Honestly, flying would be easier. He was a stuntman after all.

Mike looked back toward the bedroom. "I'll bring him back at lunchtime angel."

He called to her but what he felt conflicted. Love and the desire to run or kill collided full speed inside of his mind. Mike shook it and stepped out the door. Every step toward the eager boy was a struggle. Internally he fought for every inch from the porch to the car in the driveway. Around the car he pushed himself to keep walking. This was a new car. The last was a junk heap after he tried to end this all in the only way he could find acceptable at the time. Now he couldn't accept that outcome either.

McKay opened the car and got in. "Over here."

He patted his leg waiting for this boy to come around. Dad. He was terrified of that word. Disgusted by it. Dad was the reason he had spiraled down this path. He could still feel the weight of the lamp in his hand. That was so long ago but it was still fresh. All it was today would be a few hours. What were the chances of hearing that word before he had the boy back home? Slim, none?

He looked at the boy standing beside him in the door, waiting. He took a deep breath and reached out tucking his hands under the boys arms. The movement of Thomas into his lap was like handling a bomb that was about to explode if it was jerked around too much.

"Do I get to drive?"

He was eager again and Mike shook his head. "Only watch."

He buckled them in to the seat knowing Butterfly would kill him if the boy was in his car without the harness. Just a few hours. He could do this. Looking back over the seat he started the car. Thomas squealed with delight as he started to back out. Just a few hours then it would be over.

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simplebutterfly and youngparker used and referenced with their respective mun's approvals.

autohomicide @ 2008-10-14T21:50:00

2008-10-15T01:51:12Z

I don't know how to apologize.

Mun Prompt for muse_erotica

2008-10-07T05:10:28Z

C. Mun Prompt – Five Questions:

1. Do you feel looked down on or unfairly criticized by other players in the game because you write sexual themes or roleplay sexual scenes?

To be honest I feel it some times for the exact opposite reason. I have several characters that are not sexual for one reason or other. Peninnah is a prime example of this. The fact that she is curious about relationships but not interested in sexuality and I’m not that interested in making her sexual at the moment has rubbed some muns the wrong way. I’ve been criticized over it and couldn’t care less. On the other hand Snake and his like of 16-25 year olds while being 40 fans some hellacious flames with some people. Yes, I understand it’s inappropriate in some countries and no I don’t condone it but canon is canon. What can I do besides delve into it and explore the character?

2. Do you feel inhibited from writing kink, non-con or other violent/graphic sexuality, because others put you down for it?

I don’t get inhibited but I have been called out for writing it. Particularly Snake’s involvement with a 16 year old and it should be with his involvement with Taslima which is implied but never explicitly stated in canon. She’s 17. That has got me a lot of flack even a BRPS post. It’s canon. Though I can say it has inhibited my writing of Mike some what. If Snake, whose sexuality is relatively normal, gets crap I can only imagine non-con necrophilia with underage girls. Mike really bends that way but I haven’t wrote it. I don’t feel like there is an environment where I could write it and be unjudged, even his own lj. Maybe it’s my own fear of being criticized or whatever but I sit here with several very graphic necrophilia pieces I’ve wrote for Mike and just can’t bear to post.

3. Do you feel pressured to “romanticize” your muse’s sexual behavior, to make it more palatable?

I haven’t really. This is one area where I don’t feel the peer pressure for sexually based writing.

4. Do you feel that because you do write sexual content, your muse is viewed only as a “slut” muse, and that their other prompts/roleplay is disregarded?

I don’t exactly feel the slut muse opinion but related to that I do feel like there can’t be such a thing as a faithful/loyal and very sexual muse. It seems like the way you have to go is if a muse likes sex they must be unfaithful/slutty/fucking everything that works with their body parts. I’m not sure it makes me feel disregarded but it is rather frustrating when the concept of “faithful and horny” can’t be accepted. It causes a lot of problems with playing Snake sometimes and to a lesser degree some of my other male characters. Is it wrong for a male to just really have the hots for his wife/girl/playmate, want to bang the hell out of her and still be there in the morning? God, I hope not. What a sad world that would be for everyone.

5. Do you feel there is a “double standard” regarding sexual behavior based upon muse gender? Fandom/canon versus OC?

I think there is a definitely bad stigma put on older male characters and young female characters who like sex, talk about sex often, engage in it etc. I can only assume it is worse with OCs. There is this idea that I have seen expressed too often that “so and so only created that OC that likes sex because they can’t get any in real life.” Whether or not that is the case it’s crappy to say that about someone and honestly I don’t think that is often the case. I do think there are fandoms more prone to being accepting of random sexual behaviors than others, even those that fly way out of anything canon within the next twelve galaxies. Other fandoms are ruthless about protecting what is canon for the characters so far that logical relationships can’t be explored.

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true_writers D. Time of uncertainty and E. Classic cars

2008-10-03T12:22:55Z

OOC: Written for simplebutterfly

Mike spent most of his time in the garage building a new car. It was another Charger and his favorite among the classic cars for speed and durability. His mind was on his last one as he started bolting the frame together. His last one had been his favorite of the dozen or so he had built and the only one he ever smashed with the purpose of injuring himself. It unnerved him to no end that he was being pushed this far into what ever damage was done to his mind.

Staring blankly at the intricate pattern of metal above him his hand went to the scar. He traced it from above the brow down to the chin. It still was there; welted and angry. For a passing moment he wished Butterfly understood the danger she and that boy were in while he spiraled out of control toward wanting absolute devastation. Unusually he relied on the car and wanting accidents but that was no longer the case. He almost choked her, several times now. So close to smothering her in her sleep, crushing a pillow over the boys face. McKay slept on the couch now. She thought he was disgusted with her but Mike knew he had to distance himself.

Now she slept with the little boy and the jealous surged to the point he’d nearly killed him four times this morning. Of course neither of his cohabitants knew what he thought. Butterfly refused to understand it. Maybe he should leave before they all ended up dead? He knew leaving was out of the question though. Butterfly had survived him, somehow through luck she had managed to be spared that accident he so desperately wanted her in. It was her that he thought about while he was with Pam’s nearly lifeless body after the crash. It was her he thought about in all that blood. Seeing her alive had been so many things. Disgust, lust, despair and a driving need to kill.

For over a year now he’d managed to divert that desire to kill elsewhere. He could when it was just the two of them. He could kill and come home with it still in his mind. He could pretend because he felt free. Now, Mike felt trapped. The baby had been a surprise but he had coped slowly. The idea of having a daughter here wasn’t something he wanted but he had warmed to the idea. Only warmed when the boy appeared. Then Mike was thrust into fatherhood. No, birth or hospital stay to adjust.

Mike hadn’t moved from beneath the car as his mind drifted. Here he could think without their interference. That boy had been rescued as an apology to Butterfly but for what? He had admitted to trying to take his own life to spare hers. To her that meant nothing. Mike didn’t know how much more he could tell her the twisted mess of a person he was wouldn’t allow it. He was a killer. Couldn’t she see what it meant for him to turn the gun on himself?

Now he doubted he meant anything. That boy took all her time, took up his space and his life. He hated him much more than he could remember hating anyone save his father. He’d even been displaced from his own bed by that intruder. It was a emasculating situation that was driving him to ruin. Butterfly went on as if nothing was wrong. All of this was in Mike’s head. All of it was his problem. He had to work it all out without any comfort. His own child would be born soon and he could almost see himself being second to find out that that boy would be there in his place. Maybe she wouldn’t tell him. Maybe the boy would be in the hospital room instead of him when she was born? Mike’s mind was freewheeling into self hatred but not because he hated himself. That would be easy. No, he was starting to believe he should because she did. Why else would he face being forced to the side for a boy?

Mike just laid there. He thought he was crying, maybe? He felt hurt in a way he had only felt once before. He felt useless and replaced. Butterfly was treating him just like his father had when his younger brother had been born. Mike, why aren’t you more like him? The sound of his father’s voice in the madness that was consuming him did nothing but force him farther into the inevitable. All she had to do was pay attention to him. Butterfly didn’t. When the greetings coming home from work stopped and she withdrew completely from him that was the breaking point. McKay turned in on himself until he broke. He was amazing at breaking people, other people. He felt like some other person now.

He shifted out from underneath the car and sat there on the cold concrete. His eyes were going dry from the contact lenses and his lack of blinking. They burned in a stinging pain that he barely noticed. It took awhile for him to stand. The mental numbness and the stiffness from his old body sitting so long on cold, bare concrete was taking its toll. He did stand, leaning on the frame. A faint wish that Butterfly was there was dashed apart when he heard her laughing somewhere. She never laughed with him anymore. He felt cheated. He went inside intent on making some coffee but the cabinet also revealed the stash of booze. He stood there staring at all the bottles. Even his forced sobriety was cracking. He slammed the door and headed for the couch.

Mike sat down and gave the TV a thought. He never turned it on. Instead he sat there, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, staring. Nothing was on the opposite wall. No pictures, no furniture, nothing. He focused on it until his mind went numb. He could’ve been there for hours and he probably would be for hours more. He didn’t expect either of the others to say a word to him. He was an outsider in his own home now, again.

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For couples_therapy

2008-09-20T05:50:40Z

2. "The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable." - Victor Hugo

Mike had to go to work. Butterfly had asked him to stay but this was too much. He was going to be a dad, going to be, now he was one. He did it for her solely as an apology for walking out now he had to face the consequences. People at work noticed and thought it was just the accident. A few days off was what he needed. Mike hated it but the producer said no.

Mike drove for awhile before he stopped to eat lunch. He stood by his car looking around. This was really too much but he knew how to make the best of a situation at least for awhile. Food didn't seem appealing anymore. Mike was about to get back in his car when he saw the Toys'R'Us. He paused half in the car and half out for almost a minute before he got back out.

He walked with purpose across the lot. Make the best of it was all he could tell himself. He was in the store and out before he could talk himself out of it. Mike sat the bag in the back and headed home. HE had to block out everything but driving. One thing at a time if more than that he would lose it again.

After pulling in the driveway he took another break. One deep breath and a moment before he grabbed the bag and stepped out. It wasn't the easiest thing but he looked down at the bag. A brand new baseball and three gloves were in it. He wanted to throw them away but forced himself to walk inside. He set the bag on the coffee table and headed straight for the shower. He couldn't handle the questions at the moment.

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For writers_muses E. "Just don't let her see it."

2008-09-18T00:26:52Z

Mike had called and had his paycheck sent to Butterfly. He couldn't go back. In fact all he wanted to do was smash his car and test that claim he had to the farthest possible point. He had actually turned around and headed back toward home. What should be home but he was afraid to be there. The twisted feelings that filled his head were driving him insane. Mike was flying down the road with the spedometer buried when he saw the SUV coming in the other direction. Blinded by his mind. All he wanted was one wreck to hear the metal crumple. He didn't even care about the screams this time.

The oncoming SUV saw him and attempted to swerve. He broadsided the vehichle. The side crumpled in and the hood on his own car buckled. The sound caused Mike to laugh in the midst of the accident. The SUV rolled and Mike's car sailed into the air from the force that continued to push him forward. The car slammed down on end further crumpling the front until the motor dropped free. The car was lighter now and started flipping into a roll. Mike had hit his head because he wasn't trying to keep his composure during the destruction. The world went black before his car came to rest six thousand and some feet from the overturned SUV.

Mike didn't wake up for the paramedics when they came. His luck was that a passerby had called to get help. He was still unconscious as they discussed the need for X-rays and the dead in the other car. Mike might have been amused that they hadn't been wearing their seat belts if he was awake. The police took his wallet looking for a next of kin to contact. The only thing they found was a picture of a woman and the man who was smashed int he car. That was paired with a business card for the site he was working on the set of. They directed the officers to Butterfly.

Mike had gone through X-rays and was given a clean bill despite a concussion and some bruises. He was the lucky one they said assuming that the other car had swerved into his lane. No one imagined they swerved to avoid him. The cops however were unaware as they rang the door bell talk to the young woman about the man they had watched pulled from the wreckage on the interstate.

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autohomicide @ 2008-09-15T15:34:00

2008-09-15T19:36:18Z

Pass a Secret Note ✘ Meme

For couples_therapy 3. Write a "love letter".

2008-09-14T08:52:13Z

This wasn't Mike's usual MO or even anything he'd ever done before but by the time he driven for a few hours it seemed like the right thing to do. Mike had no idea where he was when he stopped but there was a truck stop and a small store. That was all he needed. Mike bought some stationary, a pen and a cup of coffee in the diner. For almost an hour he sat there staring at the table. She deserved to know and still all he could see when he closed his eyes was her body mangled up in an accident. He wanted to see it so desperately in real life. He wanted to feel the warm smear of her blood on his hands and yet for the first time he inwardly attacked himself over the fantasy.

Arlene.

I can't stay. I want to do to you what I have to your friends. You should've been in the car with them. You should be dead. I still want you dead every time I see you. You'd be beautiful dead but only for awhile. Then they will take you away and bury you. You'd be pretty in the casket, to me anyway but then you'd be gone. Our daughter would be gone. I guess I don't want that to happen more than I want you to die. You are still alive and I left. It doesn't make sense, I know but you have to believe me.

I can't come back but I'll take care of you. Both of you. I get paid in a few days and I'll send you money. I can't see you. I'm going to kill you and I can't stop it. I've been ignoring it all this time and I can't anymore. It took all my control not to smother you before I left. I don't want to lose you but all I want is to see you dead.

Don't miss me.
Mike.

He quickly sealed the letter and got a stamp before dropping it in the mail box. Without a second thought he got in his car and started driving again. Nevada was another few hours. He would let himself stop once he was out of the state and too tired to drive back. Mike felt like a time bomb. He had this feeling before. He choose his target, stalked in, got close and killed. He never felt guilty about it. He felt no remorse. It had always been erotic. it had been sexual. It didn't feel that way any longer. He was looking to wreck. There wasn't any traffic on the road he traveled but if there was he would consider it. Consideration faded to determination he wanted to wreck and he didn't care with who.

Words: 467

For true_writers and un_love_you

2008-09-12T23:02:36Z

Title: I Can't Stay
Characters: Stuntman Mike, mention of Butterfly
Fandom: Grindhouse/Death Proof
Word Count: 601
Rating: PG
Prompt: un_love_you 15. This is my desperation in action.
and realmof_themuse 1. If you must say that to me, then whisper it.
Summary: Mike decides there is someone he doesn't want to kill.

Mike was getting cold feet, freezing feet when he looked at Butterfly still sleeping on the couch. He didn't want to be here. He did but then he didn't. This wasn't what he thought life should be. Women hated him and used him. That's how it always was. She couldn't possibly be any different. Mike had thought about it for a long while when he was still laying down with her. This life felt too much like a trap and too much like a lie. He wanted to kill her again but it was getting worse not better.

He went into the bedroom and packed his bag and camera case. She didn't need to know. Maybe she'd just think he went to work and then he'd never come back. She was strong enough to go on without him. He'd convinced himself over a year ago that he'd kill her. He was still convinced he was going to kill her. He dreamed about it all the time. She was dead and heavily pregnant. Sometimes on the street, somtimes in his car, others in someone else's car but she was always dead. When he woke up from those dreams he felt aroused and wanted to suffocate her. He dreamed about strangling her when he woke from the dreams in his head. Things were getting too twisted. Even Mike was realizing how bad it was. That was the reason he couldn't stay. As much as he fantasied about her death he didn't want her dead. He didn't want his daughter dead.

Mike took his bags and left them by the front door. Leaving her was walking out on the only one he might have cared for besides his own mother. Mike didn't even know anymore what he felt when he saw her on the couch. Even if he couldn't place his own emotions Mike knew she trusted him. She was too close. Mike pulled on his coat and walked over to the couch. For a long time he stood over her unmoving. Anymore it didn't wake Butterfly. She knew he still stalked her sometimes depsite the fact they lived together. He couldn't help the desire to follow her, photograph her like he had the first time he saw her. It was just a normal part of their life now. One that Mike had hoped would temper the drive to kill the woman carrying his child.

Nothing stopped the want for death. McKay knelt down and kissed her cheek. "I love you Arlene but I can't stay. I can't do this anymore. You and Dolores deserve to live."

Mike didn't think many people deserved to live. It was hard to admit she was one of them. It was even more difficult to realize that was the reason he had to leave her behind. Mike got up and didn't look back. He shouldered the bags and left his door key on the counter. There was a photo of them there together that they'd taken on set. Mike picked it up and pushed it in his pocket.

He always loved walking out to his car. The car was part of him and a friend. He dreaded getting in it but there was no choice. Mike walked with a forced determination to the door, opened it and tossed his bags into the back. Once in the car there was no turning back. He pulled the door shut quietly and buckled up before he started the car and pulled away. This had to be good-bye before he killed his own child and killed someone he might actually regret killing.

for the_lucky13

2008-09-04T04:49:45Z

16.1 - 13 Things you Hate about others.
1. Vanity
2. Arrogance
3. Thinking it's ok to play others
4. Disrespect
5. When they believe or treat other people like toys
6. When a woman can't believe a man is talking to her for any reason other than sex
7. Gold diggers
8. Unfaithfulness
9. Abusive parents
10. Alcoholism
11. Excuses
12. Liars
13. Overcompensation

For writers_muses Prompt: Formula

2008-09-01T06:04:58Z

Mike was sitting on Pussycat's hood reading with a deep scowl on his face. The lot was too bright but the pamphlet he was reading was more the source of his anger. It made no sense at all and was only compounded with the glasses sliding off his nose. His contacts hadn't arrived on time and for the next two days he'd be trapped in the wire framed glasses he avoided since he was scarred.

Laughter caught his attention as he looked up from the pamphlet that explained the differences in formula. He couldn't make heads or tails of any of it. Family wasn't his thing and he'd never planned on being in this position. Mike set the information on formula down on the hood to watch the group of women who were coming back from lunch. Women was a stretch of the word as he doubted they were over twenty five.

"Nice car."

The voice startled him but the girl in the hot pants wasn't a surprise.

"Yeah she is." Mike commented though he wasn't so sure it was a serious compliment or not.

"What are you reading?" She came closer looking over the car.

"Nothing really interesting." He felt embarrassed all the sudden about having a pamphlet on baby formula. She stared directly at it sprawled white on the black surface of his car.

"Are you having a baby?" She asked curiously as her fingers tapped on the hood ornament.

"Actually I'm not." Mike put on his best smile. "But I do know a fetching young woman who is."

She giggled. "That's what I meant."

"Then yes, I'm having a baby." Mike nodded lighting up a cigarette.

"When?"

"Aren't you just full of questions?" The grin he had never faded. "I don't really know. She hasn't told me."

"Congratulations." She had what seemed to be a genuine smile and for the first time he noticed she was wearing glasses too.

"Aren't you sweet?" She wasn't that offensive given some of the people he'd met on the sets over the years.

"Hey Alice!"

She looked up. "I gotta go. Bye."

"Bye."

He smiled as she scampered off to the others. She wasn't so bad.

"Who is he?" The girls were whispering but Mike could hear.

Alice shrugged. "I don't know. He's having a baby."

"Him?"

Mike was watching them drain the good mood away.

"What?" Alice couldn't understand the response.

"Did you look at him and that scar?"

Mike had enough and got up to get in the car. The pamphlet on the hood was forgotten. He was trying not to kill but this was not helping. This was not going to work.

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autohomicide @ 2008-07-27T20:05:00

2008-07-28T00:06:36Z

I need to think of names.

For writers_muses Mun Prompt

2008-07-26T18:02:59Z

Talk about the pros and cons of tackling a canon muse versus an OC. Describe why you might favor one over the other. Also, if you choose a canon muse, how do you make yours stand out among all the others?

I have a ton of muses both canon and OC and Fandom OCs as well. There is a big difference between Non-fandom and Fandom OCs when it comes to writing. Personally no matter what the case is I love playing a character that has a strong mental standpoint and internal conflict. This is simply because I love writing the psychological side of fiction. I tend to lean toward muses with mental problems or who face life altering decisions. That narrows down who I play and explains a lot of my choices.

I suppose most would say I have three main muses: Snake, Mike and Peninnah. 2 canon and an OC. This really does reflect my over all choices. I prefer canon just a little over OC. There is a reason for that. I love writing from the situation of knowing what happened, knowing the personality of who did it and trying to delve into the motivations. You’ll see that a lot in my writing. For me and OC flows the other way. You start out with the motivations and the personality to make the "what happened". It’s just not as fulfilling and interesting to write an OC for me in that area of writing.

On the other hand OCs offer the chance to create everything from the ground up that you just don’t have with a Canon muse. Non-fandom OCs give you even more room to roam since you don’t even have a world. Usually though, I make OCs with the intent of exploring one aspect of human nature or several. Peninnah came about to delve into matters of faith, belief, curiosity, awe and development as a person. I created her specifically to write those things. Kailin Tyree, my Babylon 5 OC, was also created with a purpose. He was there to explore honor and self-sacrifice in wartime and family. As you can see I still dwell on the psychological aspects of writing. I like OCs for this because it’s much easier to pick and choose what to explore.

For Canon muses the downside is that there are aspects you have to write because they are the character. I’m always very picky about the canon muses I will write based on what I “Have to write” to make the character who they are. With Snake and Mike their duality is what draws me. Both men have a dark side and a light side that war around inside their heads. Snake more often walks on the good side while Mike nearly always in deep in his darkness. I have a lot of confidence in my ability to write duality. Rarely though do I trust myself to build that in an OC.

I’m not usually one to worry about whether I have the voice of a muse. For me to even start writing the voice has to already be firmly in place. This brings me to one other reason why I like canon muses over OCs. I love the research. I love sitting down with a movie I love and picking every aspect of it apart. I love digging up the screenplay and watching the actor/director interviews searching for little hints. I like sitting down and trying to figure out a characters preferences by actions in the movie. I adore reading movie novelizations. None of this I can do with an OC even a fandom OC.

Words: 590

autohomicide @ 2008-07-21T18:57:00

2008-07-21T22:59:04Z

Never said I wasn't a wolf.

For couples_therapy

2008-07-19T14:57:38Z

2. What do you and your partner have in common?

I’m not sure we have anything in common. The closest thing I can think of is that she was in the fashion industry and I worked in Hollywood. I’m not sure that is something in common.

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We do have one thing in common. We’re putting aside our desire for death because she’s pregnant. I’ve stopped, mostly, wanting to kill her. Butterfly has stopped encouraging me. That’s the only thing we have in common, keeping a baby alive.
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How did we end up together? It wasn’t commonality I can say that for sure. I’d bet on obsession. I’m not sure it’s a healthy one either. She has a death wish. There’s nothing healthy about that. A butterfly to flame in reality. She’ll get burnt from staying eventually.

Words: 130

For writers_muses

2008-07-08T04:23:34Z

D."I know you like to break your toys. Why do you think I'm here?"

She seemed to tease him with it some days. She’d defy him, anger him and then roll over. Mike never knew quite what to make of it until hours later. Then he wanted to crush her into pieces. He loved the idea of crushing her because she’d lured him in like he did to others. Moth and flame. Mike hated being the moth. He wanted to be the fire that killed people.

Mike sat there on the couch thinking about how to kill her while stroking her hair. Butterfly was feeling sick today. The pregnancy was taking a toll on her. The vulnerability set off the predator as much as he tried to reject it. Butterfly was curled up on his lap and holding tight to his chest. As his fingers slid round a lock of hair he started to imagine her neck in his hands. They were tightening until she couldn’t breathe.

“Why do you stay?” Mike had probably heard the answer but he needed a distraction before his hand drifted to low. There was a pause before she looked up.

“I love you.” She said it with conviction as she laid her head on his shoulder.

Mike was at a loss again. She was disarming. Butterfly, the innocent one of that group maybe that was why. Thoughts bubbled up in his mind, conflicting with each other.

“I want to kill you.” He had to admit it to her. Mike didn’t even know why.

“I know.” She sat up with her hands braced on his chest and stared. “Why don’t you?”

Again he was disarmed by her presence. He wanted to kill her because she wasn’t the women he was used to? Maybe but he doubted that. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t?” She seemed surprised.

Mike held out for a time before speaking. “I want to break you.”

“Why?” Butterfly’s eyes were too much for Mike to hold the gaze of.

“I don’t want to care about anyone.” It was the closest he could imagine to the truth.

“Oh.” She relaxed against his chest again.

“I can’t now.” Mike was more or less thinking out loud to try and see why he thought the way he did.

“Cant’t?”

It was too late when he realized. Slowly he shrugged. “I can’t be me.”

Words: 390

autohomicide @ 2008-07-06T01:21:00

2008-07-06T05:22:42Z

Mom's Pussycat is 100% death proof.