#ahabitoftakingthingsforgranted

Milo took a quick, uncertain glance around, still a bit uneasy about his new “friend”, or rather... Acquaintance. Yes, that was much more fitting, in his eyes. The wolfdog being next to Marilyn was a tad unsettling to him as well, but he took a deep breath to do his best to ignore the anxiety that was beginning to stir in his mind.

“You need to keep your voice down out here, especially with how far out we are on the outskirts of town. It’s dangerous out here, and the last thing I want is for either of us to get mauled by wild dogs-” Milo startled to ramble a little, making sure to keep his voice down. “If they hear anything, they aren’t gonna be too friendly. You can never be too careful out here.”

fluffy/blushy sentence starters

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Jake grins, lopsided and toothy, as he gives another pull on the cuff of Mike’s jacket.

“Well, technically, it’s your jacket, not... everything.” It’s maybe half-a-size too big on him, judging by how it seems to look the slightest bit baggier on him than Mike. Then again, Mike looks more the type, and fills it out better.

send me 👌 if your muse would bang mine

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@ mike and marilyn: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

It was late in the evening for Josh to be walking along the beach, a cool breeze blowing to make the air seem a bit more chilly and it caused him to shudder. The brunette wraps his jacket around himself, finding himself wandering in the secluded area and the smell of blood caught his nose.

Send ‘I licked it, so it’s mine’ for my muse’s response to yours licking them and saying that. Alternatively, send ‘Did you just lick me?’ for my muse to lick yours and say that.

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There’s a good few seconds where Jake sits statue-still, unblinking, as his brain short-circuits.

Beg your fucking pardon?

Eventually, he brings a hand up to wipe slowly at the thin trail of saliva on his cheek.

               m-mike? what are you doing here?          i’m supposed to be.. meeting someone.

{they’re two hours late, hannah. i don’t think they’re coming. her head bows down and she swallows as she fiddles with her nails.}

It’s cold out tonight, colder than Ash is used to Blackwood being- especially since it’s nearly April, the weather should’ve warmed by now. But she sucks it up, bundles in layers, and heads out after saying goodbye to the wolves. There’s been people on the mountain lately- realtors, maybe. Ash doesn’t think that the Washingtons would want to keep the property here after what happened to the twins and... and Josh. She swallows hard and shakes her head, adjusting her shotgun on her shoulder. She hasn’t thought about Josh in a long while. He and Chris, they’re the reason she’s here, they’re the reason she’s become defender of the mountain. She can’t let anyone else die the way they did. No way. 

A twig snaps underfoot and she freezes instinctively, glancing around before letting out a relieved sigh and moving through the woods again. Practically the moment she relaxes again, however, she hears the unmistakable sound of a wendigo shriek, and a scream. She takes off sprinting, loading her shotgun as she moves. 

She hears the wendigo again before she spots it. Aiming carefully, she pulls the trigger on the gun and the monster turns to her, shrieking. A glance to her left tells her she isn’t alone with it, just like she thought.