#bitelove

[someotherdog]

for / @bitelove participants / benny & the muse of your choice! story / a year or two into the apocalypse, final boy benny is surviving all by himself. he's mostly kept away from society due to past and current trauma, but one day while running away from the undead, he sees something that stops him dead in his tracks. could it be your muse? could it be some fucked up shit, or maybe some mutant zombie à la the rat king from tlou? up to you!! setting / the woods, probably somewhere in the northwestern united states

his lungs hurt. his lungs always hurt, but having to run made it so much worse. he tried to make it a point to never have to run, but sometimes, it couldn’t be helped. what could be helped was not getting distracted. survival was all that mattered; he had done it before, even turning his back on his friend in order not to die by a madman’s knife, and life felt it fit to keep throwing shit at him like it was desperate to break him for good. he tried to stick by a strict code of rules in order to go on living, though he didn’t really understand why he wanted to keep on surviving. it wasn’t as if life was going to get any better, only worse. it would probably be so much easier to give up, but some animalistic part of his brain refused. benny didn’t think of himself as a cockroach, but maybe it was apt. especially these days. he survived because there was nothing else to do. stopping in the middle of his escape from a horde was not conducive to survival, however. benny skidded to a complete stop, almost slipping on wet leaves on the forest ground. his head cocked to the side, eyes widening to a comical degree. “what the…” benny whispered to no one, scared out of his mind.

[someotherdog]

for / @bitelove participants / collie & the muse of your choice! story / despite the outbreak a few months ago, collie's life is much the same as before. in fact, the winesaps only somewhat believe that zombies are real at all, due to the fact they've never seen one. on a random night, your muse wanders onto their property and collie has to save them before her mama sees. does your muse have nefarious intent, or do they genuinely need help/a place to sleep? either way, collie's going try to sneak them into the mansion without her mother's knowledge. setting / the winesap manor, located in a southern louisiana bayou

her eyes blew wide at the sight of a figure in the distance. her nose was pressed up to the glass, hands splayed open and framing her face. it had been months since she had seen anyone come across their property. the television went dark almost immediately, so she hadn’t managed to see more than two or three news reports at the beginning. the dead walking the earth. it seemed like such a fantastical concept, something she’d read in a book. no one ever came by the winesap mansion before the outbreak; rumors swirled all around town that the winesaps were witches, and anyone that approached their home was swiftly met with a shotgun pointed at their face, courtesy of mama. though neither collie or her mother were completely convinced that the world had ended, mercy marie would greet strangers with her shotgun, alive or undead. that meant collie had to work fast. hurriedly but quietly slipping out of the house onto the front porch, she held her hands out in hopes the stranger would stop approaching. “wait! you can’t come here!” collie was half between a whisper and a yell, afraid they wouldn’t hear her but that her mother would. “it’s not safe for you here.” it wasn’t safe for anyone, and it had nothing to do with the apocalypse.

[takesdrink]

CONTINUED. @bitelove (nicholas).

he doesn't know what he wants more: to die or to disappear. caught in the middle of a game of tug of war in his mind over what to do. it takes everything in him not to peer out of the corner of his eye over at the man laying beside him, knowing full well that if he does, he's done for. caught like a mouse in a trap.

he can feel himself being stared at like he's the most fascinating thing in the world. he's not, but it seems like nicholas wouldn't be convinced otherwise. so, he continues to lay there, staring up at the ceiling in nothing but borrowed boxers that had been gifted to him, as he further denies what the other so clearly wants. but for how long?

because despite the man's overbearing personality, his touch is surprisingly gentle. there isn't a twist in his gut like he thought there'd be; almost as if he were getting used to nicholas's presence. perhaps even craving it? god, there's no way he'll ever admit that. but it seems like his body might be doing that for him, length twitching with interest the more nicholas palms more of it into his hand.

“  yeah.  ” he'll give him that at least. “  yeah, it does feel good.  ”

[takesdrink]

he wakes abruptly. a flurry of limbs trying to claw at the quilt that had been draped almost lovingly over his previously sleeping figure. a head that whips around once freed, causing for the blonde tangle of his hair to smack himself in the face. desperately does his brain work to catch up with what his eyes are seeing, and it takes him a few seconds to recognize the cabin that he's in.

not a dream after all, it seems.

bleary eyes blink, half squinting under the harshness of morning's light pouring in through the curtain drawn window nearby. it is before he sees the dark figure that leans down close to him, much too close for his liking, and he instinctively jerks his head away.

Q: hey, it's okay. i didn't mean to scare you. SENT BY: @bitelove. (nicholas)

he hears a calm, almost cheerful, voice console him. feels the warmth of a hand that seeks out his shoulder to hold and prevent him from falling over. or getting away. the steadiness of the other man grounds him, with danny unfortunately not in a right enough mind to realize that is not a good thing.

“  it's fine, it's all good,  ” he speaks nonsense as a hand absently reaches out to grip nicholas' arm in return, using it as stability while he rubs the sleepiness from his lashes. he stifles a yawn before he shoves the curtain of his blonde locks out of the way so he can get a good and proper look at the other man. “  i must've conked out pretty good last night to sleep here. sorry about that.  ”

[fauxpunks]

🎃 + townes (if you haven't done hers already)!

any reason to be lazy. put on a t-shirt, figure out how to do that 90s boy hair, and make her own fake blood. she had originally planned on going as josh from the blair witch project but felt like no one would understand her. so at least she has a reason to put on the ghostface mask and not have to wear a bra (as if she ever does). not everyone knows who she is, but those who do? well, she'll let them hit on her and buy her a drink before slipping out and taking a last minute job to tail someone's husband who is definitely cheating on his wife with one of the sanderson sisters.

send me 🎃 + a muse to find out what they're wearing for halloween!

[fauxpunks]

closed starter for @bitelove

based on: two of them uncover something super fucked up (following leads n whatever hacked things got hacked) and both got horny bc of it.

butch / masc starter call.

the logical thing to do was to not go to a junkyard at three in the morning with winter just because they finally got ahold of cctv footage. the logical thing to do was to not feel heat between her thighs as they uncovered the bloodied, crushed cars piled up at said junkyard. townes had winter pressed up against the hood of a rusty jaguar, gripping them by the collar of their shirt. "we should ..... take pictures. and leave. shouldn't we?" but her fingers curled around the collar a little more, breathless. she didn't want a logical answer whatsoever, the flickering light seemingly encouraging her hand to grip harder.

[goresouls]

♱ closed for @bitelove, based on this post.

being a salon owner came with its perks, surely. coming from a rather wealthy family was even better. "look, i just need you to go to this event with me and i'll get you whatever you want." and she means it wholeheartedly. she grew extremely fond of them, especially since the start of their new arrangement. she picks up her phone to scroll through a list she had made, full of outfits she would die to see them in. after all, they were meeting her rather lush friends. "what about this one? the blue's gonna look so good on you.. bring out your eyes just the way i like."

[goresouls]

♱ closed for @bitelove, based on this post.

anyone with eyes could see that they were about to fold like a wet paper bag. but especially wes, considering just how acquainted they'd been with each other over the past few months. this push and pull, cat and mouse relationship they have would never get old for him. just the sight of their name popping up on his phone had him grinning smugly to himself. "if you didn't call me up to fuck you, then why am i here?" it's an honest question, really. there's nothing he could possibly think of that would warrant such a late call from them. "come on, who're you kidding?"