M A T T H E W

"I licked it so it's mine" || Matthew Bay || 24 || Creative Writing @ LRSOA

[giggleharry]

WWA Film

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heiroftheoakes‌:

Charles couldn’t help the rise of his eyebrows when his shoulder was prodded, the shadows distorting the others face but nonetheless, he nodded, “Very much still have a beating heart,” His eyes momentarily falling on the object in the other’s hand before opting not to ask just yet, “Have you come across many of the formerly dead?”

“I wish I knew.” Matthew sighed with the sense of relief still lingering. But a new dread slowly crept up on him. This place was, in lack of a better term, haunting him. This was the most fucked up prank he’d ever been a victim of and thus his belief in this theory was faltering. He wasn’t sure if he could confide in the blonde business guy, who probably owned more rationality than himself, but he owed him an explanation at least. “I could’ve sworn I saw someone... they weren’t dead but let’s say they are dead to me. I already buried them with the past, you know? And I want to make sure they stay there.” He muttered the last part to himself.

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finnoikos‌:

         his eyes dropped to the leg once it was revealed to him, studying the scratches for only a brief moment before scanning their surroundings. “this is so fucked up,” he whispered more so to himself than to the other. growing up in the family he did prepared him for just about everything, except for this. usually he felt like he had the advantage but now? now he was struggling to even understand how anything like this was even possible. “would you keep it down? i reckon whatever scratched up your leg won’t hesitate to come back and take the rest — unless it was only a tree that you tangoed with,” finn sighed and glanced to the male behind him, then motioned for him to follow — “best we get out of the open like this. figure out what’s going on and then try to find a way out, or figure out where other people went.”

“Amen.” Matt agreed with a nod, unable to hide the little snort that came after his word joke. Humour felt good to him. Humour was familiar and the only reason it hadn’t helped him cope with the scary situation so far, was because there was no one around to joke with. (Talking to himself was only one step removed from insanity, after all.) At the other's request, Matt finally did shut up. Just the mere reminder of the ghosts that he thought were chasing him, send a shiver down his spine. He'd much rather stay in line with this guy, who seemed determined and had a plan of sorts. "If you think the others are here too, we should probably go back that way. Because I left something behind." Over his shoulder, he pointed to the hallway he just came from. "And there's a staircase sort of thing there too. If you're not too bothered by the green... dancefloor." He admitted a little reluctantly, not fancying tangoing with trees again.

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finnoikos‌:

     HIS BODY SPUN AROUND RAPIDLY — the poke to his shoulder catching him off guard. he nearly lunged at the other male out of defense ( there were several times throughout the night that he could’ve sworn someone had been following him ). however, he relaxed after a moment of realization and brushed the spot he’d been poked. “yeah, i’m alive. what’d you think i was?” of course playing it off was the route he’d take, but if he was the only one with a messed up mind, he wouldn’t give it away so easily.

“Honestly? I don’t know, man.” Matthew dropped the brush on the floor. Plastic meeting tiles with a clattering sound. His hands ran over his face as if that would wake him up. “I fell asleep on the bus and everyone was gone before I even got off. So I was roaming around trying to find someone in this wretched, dead place,” With a slightly shaky breath he added, “but then something found me first.” He pulled up his long costume gown so the other could see the dried up scratches on his legs. Matt had attempted to convince himself the implausibility of it all, thought of reassuring alternatives such as having been attacked by a few obtrusive tree branches perhaps. “All of this is too far-fetched for a prank if you ask me. So if this is orchestrated by those Halloween loving witches they should come out and take my bloody annoyed picture already!” His voice volume raised near the end of the sentence as if he was yelling to hidden cameras that weren’t there. But when he got as much as a squeak in return, he found himself quickly standing behind the other, a sheepish smile fading.

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Cautiously, Matthew pulled out his in-vodka-soaked toilet brush. Unable to trust his eyes any longer, he used it to reach out and poke the shoulder of the silhouette in front of him. “Oh thank god, you’re alive.”

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daphxgreengrass‌:

She trembles in her wake, gaze fluttering swiftly, her mind quivering with the fear of realization. Not again, not again. Her breath hitches, small arms wrapping around the base of her knees. Please! She chokes then, stifling on a sob. Her stomach appearing to clench together and her chest heaving with shallow and rapid breaths. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. The darkness of her hues blink in the scarce light provided, staring at the vibration in her fingers her anxiety provokes. She sniffles, allowing herself three minutes of wallowing before she has to run. One. Her fingers shake unequivocally. Her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, of terror. Two. She tries to slow her breathing. Almost time. Run faster this time. It’ll come. Three. It’s funny she thinks, with a morose sense of humor that is vile and dark, how her sneakers appear to cling to her feet. They’re not bare. She’s never had the vantage of shoes before. RUN.

Scrambling to her feet, Daphne leaps forward. Stumbling across the wet grass, moving within any direction. She’s found it doesn’t matter, just don’t stay within a clearing. It’s as she’s darting across the grounds, her lungs constricted with a lack subsequent air and panic, that she notices the absence of the forest. Of the willowing trees and their outstretched branches. Instead, getting clearer, is the sight of a vast looming building. Its walls tall and friable, an eerie sight in the blackness of night. In her distraction she doesn’t realise the silhouette of a person carving itself within her view. With a thud and a stumble, she collides against them. Her world shaken. There aren’t suppose to be any others.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” There was certainly more surprise in his tone than annoyance, but the pun had been rehearsed countless times in front of his mirror this week, so much so that it rolled automatically over his pale-ish lips. With his strong hands, he gripped the smaller one by her shoulders, though it was too late to stop the collision from happening now. Upon checking her out, he noticed her fear stricken face and a nervous chuckle escaped that probably soothed neither of them. “Relax, I’m not an actual priest so you don’t have to worry, girl.” The shameless joke died out as quickly as the birds had stopped singing when the busses had parked on these unfamiliar grounds. Matt had to admit the change of plans had even him feeling on edge as well. He’d prepared for a nice afternoon filled with shocking art snobs (preferably Christian ones) at the Tate Britain and Tate Modern and then moving along to a nice evening spent at a costume party or two. Instead, he’d lost his way in these eerie woods going out for a smoke and was at the mercy of time cause soon the sun would be setting. And tree branches performed the weirdest shadowplays in the dark. He didn’t want to find out which sounds would be accompanying the piece. “Let’s get you back, you look like an unintended ghost and I’m not actually authorized to perform exorcisms.” He already started walking off, with or without her.

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writingxriven‌:

There’s a small glimmer of luminescence, reflecting against the flickering lights of the building before her that catches her attention. And, pensive, the wheels within her mind rapidly turning, Riven moves across the field, her boots squeeking against the grass. She comes to a halt before one of the friable brick walls, her hues peering at the dull plate that seems to be plastered against it; Its surface is covered within thick layers of dust and dirt, small cobwebs clinging to it for dear life. Curiously, and with the distinct knowledge it’d possibly contain their location or in the least the name of the building, she reaches for it, crouching, swiping away any of the obstructive material. What clears into view are the faded letters of the founder. The very founder of their school. “It looks to be the old campus of London Royal.” Riven mutters thoughtfully, the dirt on her sleeve brushed off absentmindedly as she glances around.

From a safe distance, Matthew watched the brunette wipe all the dreck away. As if standing too close would put him at risk of getting any webs or worse on him. Couldn’t mess up his pastor robe now, could he? After all, he’d never intended on bringing it back with much more than some spilt booze stains on it. So crushed bugs were definitely excluded. This dead place didn’t need any more of those anyways, it seemed. Upon hearing her revelation, he finally leaned in and opened his mouth to outsmart her. (not that that had ever worked out for him before.) “Shouldn’t the old campus look more new?” But then he realized that would only make sense would they have travelled back in time, so quickly he spit out his own theory instead. “Never mind, don’t break your pretty head over that one. I think that if this is London Royal, as you’re saying, this is just the best trick I’ve seen the art departments pull off in years. You want to bet if we go inside, we’ll just find ourselves in one of the most dramatic haunted houses currently in the city?” With a little smug smirk and confidence, he walked backwards up the entrance steps and swung open the ramshackle doors. Sure, he almost tripped over the lengthy black robe but it wasn’t until he turned around to the empty hallways that his triumphant smile vanished. “Hmm. No snacks.”

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➳ OH MY GOD! MATTHEW BAY AS A PRIEST

Good lord, is it almost Christmas? Because looks like Matthew Bay decided to dress up as a holy knight this halloween. I’m already dreading the sincerely bad puns he’ll be throwing around all evening. At least he’ll be doing a better job at getting girls wet than usual - with his toilet brush and holy vodka. For heaven’s sake, perhaps we should just cross this boy off the invite list.

[onlyhuman]

[ghostsandgoblins]

[writtenbymatthew]

🕯 - Aubree

🕯 - Aubree and Matt perform a séance

“You know, if you wanted to see me so badly, there are other ways to do so than burning down your new place. Though I must admit it’s flattering that you immediately go all out.” Matthew laughed, poking directly fun at the set up of candles on the ground. There were a few smaller ones, a few big ones and literally none of them seemed to have the same colour but all were still unused, at least. He wished he could ignore her clever quip about how insurance money would always be preferred over him but he couldn’t and just childishy stuck out his tongue. 

As she motioned him to sit down on the floor, he obeyed automatically and crossed his legs over one another while facing her with curiousity. “What’s going on Aubs? Are you trying to turn me into a wax statue so you can keep me forever? Because fair warning, I will make discomforting noises if you do so.” Even though they had parted ways and lost touch a bit afterwards, their jokes had not lost their touch yet. He still acted as if she secretly loved him and called her out for it whenever he got the chance while she turned him down on even more occassions (clearly joking, you see?). 

“Alright, fine, I’ll pick a candle and then you tell me what this is all about.” Matthew agreed, pretending to overlook the set though his choice was already made. “Let’s take the one with the biggest wick.” He winked, unable to hide his laughter when she rolled her eyes. That was the classic way they communicated, after all: Matthew just interpreting her every gesture in his favour. An eye roll? Definitely meant he was a hoot. “Oh yeah and I brought this,” He pulled his backpack closer, pulling out a black cloak. A pack of cigarettes fell out, together with some crumbled papers which he tossed back in before returning his attention to Aubree. “I wasn’t sure what you meant with cloak and why you assumed I had one, so I just brought the Harry Potter one from last Christmas. Thought you might wanted to do some roleplaying.” And bingo! There it was. Another eye roll.

His laughter had died together with the lights in the room. They were sat across from each other, wearing their cloaks and having three candles placed inbetween them along with a plate of tiny snacks. Matt rubbed his hand whenever his eyes landed on the plate, knowing not to eat from it now (as Aubree had so kindly slapped into him) or it would upset the spirits. Frankly, if she had told him before that they were doing a séance, he would’ve laughed and come over anyway with a printed out WikiHow article and a few bottles of booze. But the way she had explained it just now, made him curious enough to stay, sober and serious. After the way she had embarrassed him last Halloween by scaring the crap out of him, he simply couldn’t get up and walk away from a talk with dead spirits. Besides, what was the worse that could happen? “Do I get permission to hit you hard if you become fucking possessed?” He asked when she made herself the medium of their tiny circle. But what he really wanted to ask, if it weren’t for his fear of being depicted as a gullible believer, was what the fuck he should do if things went wrong. 

Her hand palms rested on top of his and the longer he focused on that, he came to the calming conclusion that nothing could be much worse than Jayson stomping in on them. And she was out for a live charity event tonight. “So who are you dying to talk to?” Clearing his throat, he tried to sound as nonchalant about it as possible. “Houdini? The third Rosewood twin that you two secretly offed? Oh, wait, please tell me it’s not some past lover cause I don’t want things to get awkward in here.” He laughed a little too loud, a little too nervously. Even his jokes were suffering from the dark tension around them. In the back of his mind he wondered why spirits couldn’t be summoned during broad daylight instead of having to imagine them luring in some dark corner of Aubree’s living room. But he kept those comments to himself and merely nodded when she told him they would just see which ghosts were lurking around. Something about that made sense, considering this was a new home and he chuckled one last time at the idea that she had cleansed his house when moving in as well. 

Then the chants started. The brunette had locked eyes with Matthew expectantly as if he had to start with saying something. The silence dreaded on for a whole minute until in fact, he spoke up to inform her he had no fucking clue what the word séance even meant till fifteen minutes ago when he had excused himself to the bathroom and googled it on the toilet. “I writer thrillers. Not horror.” He corrected her and she sent him a pout. Suddenly he wanted to step up, wanted to prove he could be of use to her anyways so albeit with a heavy sigh, he added, “The real horrors happen in my character’s minds but fine, fine, I’ll see what I can come up with. Um, I just talk to them right? Does it have to be all shitty and rhyme?” He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to face Aubree’s expectations and pushed the words out: “spirits of this place, um, floating among us- fine, just moving then. show us your face. what do you mean they don’t show us their face? Ugh, how about their voice then? Dear spirits of this place, floating among us. Replace your voice with ours and visit upon us. That enough for you?” Together they repeated the four short lines in unison.

For a relieved second, Matthew didn’t think any action would take place tonight. But then he thought he saw the offering food move and when he eyed Aubree to see if she had noticed it too, she sat staring straight ahead instead. His words faltered when he noticed she was no longer chanting. Hopeful, he watched her lips part and prepared himself to pick up the chant again. But as he leaned forward to pick up the sounds coming out of her mouth in rapid whispers, he was suddenly blown backwards when she screamed as loud as she could. “Shit!” He scrambled back to the circle and reached for her hand, fumbling to entangle them properly again as Aubree’s earlier warning to not let go early was blaring in his mind. It wasn’t until her laughter overruled the pulsing sound of his heartbeat in his veins. “No way! Fuck you!” He screamed once he was sure the laughter belonged only to her and no one else from any other realm or past. Jumping up,he was ready to storm off, his hands threw off the hoodie and ranfrustrated through his hair, then he spun on his heels. Relieved laughter fell from his lips and ofcourse, he could never be mad at aubs for this brilliant performance but hewasn’t going to forgive and forget that easily. “Fuck you, you bet I’m notsitting next to you on the school trip now, you witch.”

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austin--andrews‌:

Austin gave a quiet chuckle, “Not new…w-well not exactly new.” He told him. “I did a degree here a-a couple of years ago, now I’m back doing a masters in Creative Writing. Although I suppose I probably was a bore.” 

His entire body stiffened and tensed as the other grabbed him by the shoulders, he moved where Matthew had placed him but didn’t manage to breath out until the other had removed his hands again. Austin didn’t know anybody in the art department any more and so he was useless in seeing anybody who might be pursuing Matt. He laughed as Matthew gave a rendition of what he had done. “You drew…in invisible ink…on a project whose medium  is invisible ink?” He rolled his eyes, “Of course. That’s definitely an alibi, and not at all a damning confession.” 

Matt’s mouth formed a little O-shape at the unexpected answer. There was no point in hiding his frown when he expressed his confusion. “What? You’re almost a head smaller than me, smart pants. I for sure would’ve guessed you were lower ranked than me here but okay,” He squinted slightly at the other before cracking out that big smile of his. “Congrats on your degree, I guess. And may you get many more of them.” He’d always been too proud to ask for help higher up but surely no one would suspect Matthew of doing something as uncool when he chatted with this boy. He felt like he couldn’t leave here without getting some test answers from previous years or access to old assignments. So he tried the tactic that he figured any student could relate to, “So what’s up with Mrs Waters, am I right? Was she as bad in your year or did you guys pull a good one on her and ruined it for the rest of us?” 

A chuckle escaped as he put up his hands in the air. “Hey, in my defence, the canvas was blank.” Matt soon realized the other didn’t seem as amused by the prank as he had been. So after taking a glance at the hallways, he started to consider he should just get out of here instead of lingering around, waiting for his punishment and damnation. “Come on, mate. It was just a little joke. It’s too bad I got caught but the face on that little first grader was priceless. I swear he could’ve just cried on the spot if it weren’t for the rest of his classmates rushing in too.”

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emergency | text

artemis: i'm not exactly snitching though am i? just letting you in on a little intel

artemis: minor issues, i can make up for it. i have my ways

artemis: woOOW i can just feel your enthusiasm bud

matthew: of course. whatever makes you sleep at night Quasimodo. now give me that intel

matthew: alright, steady yourself Casanova, you're not the only piece of charm around campus.

matthew: besides, aren't the ladies here a little too.. well, not casual, for your taste? what if one of 'em wants to settle down?

matthew: don't worry, I just haven't had my morning cup of coffee yet. Well, afternoon cup, I guess

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closed starter for @heiroftheoakes

Matthew switched between checking his phone’s screen and his tie in the rearview mirror, for what seemed the umpteenth time. He had pushed his hair back a little, taking away his whole “I woke up like this”-look for once and replacing it with what seemed like he’d made an effort. Which he had. You couldn’t blend in otherwise in such a fancy firm as Oakes Incorporated. He’d thought long and hard about the best way to infiltrate and eventually the memory of a prank he’d pulled on his own dad during one of his student council meetings, had resurfaced to inspire Matt. “Don’t snack just yet.” read his last outgoing text message to Charles. He’d sent it right after executing step one through five of his infallible plan: walk in; charm the desklady into taking a coffee break with him; get her phone number only to call her back to her desk and lastly, linger around long enough to prepare some special coffee brew for the fourth floor. Now he would have to wait for the meeting to be dismissed but it couldn’t take long. Not even a stern, humourless CEO would be washed up against laxatives, after all.

[lrsoarp]

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lrsoarp‌:

Send me a symbol for a drabble in which our characters…

🎃 - carve Jack o’ Lanterns 🔮 - see a fortune teller 👻 - tell ghost stories 👹 - go to a Halloween store 🕯 - perform a seance 🔦 - get lost in the woods 🌽 - go through a corn maze 🐄 - go on a haunted hay ride 🌱 - go to a pumpkin patch 🍿 - have a Halloween movie marathon 🔪 - have a horror movie marathon 🤡 - go to a haunted house attraction 🎭 - be actors at a haunted house attraction 😱 - play scary slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…) ☠ - visit a cemetery at night 😈 - try on Halloween costumes 👽 - talk about conspiracy theories 🍬 - go shopping for Halloween candy 🍭 - hand out candy on Halloween 😏 - play a scary prank 🎈 - plan a Halloween party together 🎉- attend a Halloween party together 🏚 - go poke around in a haunted location 🎪 - go to a creepy carnival 🎫 - go on a tour of a spooky location 🏰 - spend the night in a spooky location

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austin–andrews‌:

“Smaller than I am..or me I suppose” Austin mumbled under his breath as the guy spoke. 

Upon Matthew’s comment about setting somebody’s panties on fire Austin turned slightly, with a particularly confused and surprised expression adorning his features. He had often had difficulties with other’s mannerisms and phrases. 

“For some reason?” He echoed, “What reason could that be?”

With raised eyebrows and the corners of his mouth pulled down in an impressed grin, Matthew contemplated the other's input. Momentarily forgetting that he was on the run, he started chatting, "Hm, well, well, do we have a new addition to the writer's team or were you just a bore in secondary school?" He asked in a playful tone. Perhaps the guy had been here for years already and had Matt just skipped enough classes to miss him but as per usual, his first assumptions had left his mouth without much further thought.

He noticed the other's confusion and couldn't help but laugh at the question. "You want to hear the nitty-gritty details, huh?" One glance was thrown quickly over his shoulder before grabbing the boy by his shoulders and positioning them a little bit more out of sight, his own back to the bypassers in the hallway. "Alright, one thing you should know about the permanent marker I may or may not have used, is that you can't really see what you draw without the UV lights on. The second thing you should know is that I'm not much of an artist and that my drawing skills are pretty limited to cats, my name tag and doodling dicks."

[bikinipowerbottoms]