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Elijah simply grunted, nodding a bit as he stifled a small cough. His blue eyes darted to Calvin, narrowing slightly. “How long you been driving?” he asked, watching him. How long was this guy’s road trip? He started to lean back in his seat, his eyes moving back to glancing outside. Did he look like shit out there? He focused more on his own reflection in the trucks window rather than the snow blustering by outside. He guessed he looked shitty, he hadn’t shaved in a while and he knew he needed a shower.. He sighed, the air fogging up the window slightly. 

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Elijah had been standing there for quite some time now, the snow slowly falling all around him. It was peaceful, though chilly, and only when a vehicle sped by was his world turned into a cascade of white puff into his face. He had a thick jacket on, pulled tight around his body with a baseball cap on under his hood. A duffel bag was tossed over his shoulder, and his hand outstretched, thumb up in hopes of getting out of the cold by the highway. When a truck started to slow and then pulled over, he made a run for it. His jeans were stiff and icy, snow falling down into his boots to soak his socks and chill his body as he reached the vehicle. He started to reach for the door, glad to hear the locks click open so he could open it. “Anywhere.” he grunted. He just needed to get out of the snow, out of the area. He pulled himself in, body hitting the seat and he closed the door, letting off a sigh of relief. It was dry and warmer inside the truck, something he was grateful for, his hands working at pulling off his gloves to put his fingers to the heating vents. A shiver ran through his body, snow shaking off his shoulders before he glanced at the driver. “Thanks.”

Anywhere? Huh, okie dokie, then. Calvin watched the guy shuffle inside and tug the door shut. Hitchhiker was tall, kinda scruffy, but seemed normal besides freezing his ass off, obviously.

The heat was already at the highest level so he couldn’t fuck around with that. As much as he was a man that never stopped moving, Calvin still had a sense of hospitality that was hard to shake. In a sense, his sputtering, jittery pickup truck was his home. “Hey, no problem, man,” he shrugged of the gratitude easily, leaning back in his seat as he shifted back into drive, “It’s nice to get some company, ya know? Road trips get pretty fucking boring when you’re on your own.”

You’re not on your own, came a slithering stray thought at the back of his mind, but he mentally shook it off. As much as he loved the constant idle threats and back-and-forth riddles with Cornell, talking to a regular person was a nice change of pace.

“Plus,” he continued, unabated and not skipping a beat, as he glanced back over his shoulder to merge back onto the highway, “You looked like shit stuck in the snow like that.”

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MUSE BODY LANGUAGE.

bold / italicise what you apply to your muse.

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Tagging: @askillinois

For Elijah:

DEFENSIVENESS.  

arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE.

hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to bridge of nose // pursed lips, knitted brows

SUSPICION.

arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION.

open hands // upper body in sprinter’s position // sitting on edge of chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders, droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward // chin up

CONFIDENCE.

hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY.

chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing //rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION. short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // rubbing hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers w/ notable tension in brow // shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales

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Elijah had been standing there for quite some time now, the snow slowly falling all around him. It was peaceful, though chilly, and only when a vehicle sped by was his world turned into a cascade of white puff into his face. He had a thick jacket on, pulled tight around his body with a baseball cap on under his hood. A duffel bag was tossed over his shoulder, and his hand outstretched, thumb up in hopes of getting out of the cold by the highway.  When a truck started to slow and then pulled over, he made a run for it. His jeans were stiff and icy, snow falling down into his boots to soak his socks and chill his body as he reached the vehicle. He started to reach for the door, glad to hear the locks click open so he could open it. “Anywhere.” he grunted. He just needed to get out of the snow, out of the area.  He pulled himself in, body hitting the seat and he closed the door, letting off a sigh of relief. It was dry and warmer inside the truck, something he was grateful for, his hands working at pulling off his gloves to put his fingers to the heating vents. A shiver ran through his body, snow shaking off his shoulders before he glanced at the driver. “Thanks.”

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The day on the road had been a rough one. Roads were perilous and the snow did no one any favors, much less his tires. He had the hot air on full-blast, although the heat wasn’t the best, so he still sported a thick, rugged winter coat. The snowfall was so thick he almost missed the guy with his thumb propped up on the side of the road, but he pulled over about twenty feet down the highway to help him out.

“Where you headed, dude?” Calvin called out, his tone innocently curious, as he ducked his head low enough to spot the other man through the opposite open window of his pick-up truck. “I’m heading Northeast, up into Pennsylvania, I don’t mind a small detour, though. Hop in if you want!” The click of the door locks beckoned Elijah inside and out of the cold. In all honesty, he hadn’t had a lot in the way of human contact lately and wouldn’t mind the extra company—so long as this dude wasn’t some kind of weirdo.

He looked all right, though.

@wolverinesmittens

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@hiinthemiddle:  He flashed him a lazy smile and looked down at the bonfire at his feet. Moving further into the woods would increase their chances of sightings, although it meant packing up and lugging a bunch of crap down the maze of hiking trails. No time like the present. “Dude, there’s a site deep in the woods next to a little lake. We could totally set up there. Help me pack up some of this shit.” It took a while, but dowsing the fire and packing everything into a backpack took less time... 

Jesse moved as fast as he could, bristling with excitement as he helped Calvin pack down and get ready. Finally, he looked at the man, motioning for him to lead the way to the site. “Man this is going to be such a good trip.” Jesse grinned widely, a little bounce in every step as they moved closer to the site.   

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In accordance with @off-brand-nations monster lodge event:

Name: Jesse Hoitler

Occupation: aspiring youtuber, full time cryptid hunter,part time bartender

Monster type: the most horrifying of all, human

Arch Nemesis: dead camera batteries, out of focus creatures, creature reveals just off screen

Backstory: Jesse grew up on a farm out in Illinois, always having a fascination for the creepy and mysterious things he believed to lurk in the forest. When he went to the city for college, there were sighting of Mothman in Chicago and thus he was out during the night with camcorder in hand, hunting down sightings of the cryptid. This ignited a fire within him and he began to travel in search of new creatures and worked at a bar when he was back in his home state. Now though, he was in the prime of his vacation time, visiting a town that had multiple cryptid sightings, searching for the truth. Reasons for coming to the hotel: Jesse has heard about the monsters from the town folk while visiting, is going on small escapades to the forest in search of these creatures he longs to find.

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Jesse woke with the sunlight streaming in on his face, shining in his eyes and rousing him from his slumber. Moving to his feet, the man shuffled through his room to dress before moving to his kitchen, his gaze turning outward to his fields. His eyes went wide, jaw dropping as he saw the lush variety that had suddenly sprung forth from his old and useless soil. His mind was blank as he rushed from the room, almost knocking into the frame of his door as he ran out to the field, his hands and eyes moving over his crops, touching it as if he were afraid it was all a lucid dream. But it wasn’t! He could feel the petals underneath his fingertips, he could feel the leaves cut sharp against his skin, he could smell the sweet aroma of the living plants that he waded into as tears flooded his eyes and spilled down his cheeks.  With tears still streaming down his face, Jesse reached for the produce, pulling it from the field and bundling it in his arms. Just enough for a breakfast, a feast of a breakfast of the like that his daughter would have never known before. He staggered back in, wiping the tears from his grinning face, smearing dirt upon his cheek as a laugh of joy tore itself from his throat. 

Warming the Underworld

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Jesse watched her as she started to dissipate, nodding gently. “We’re ready..” he said, a slight twisting of doubt in his stomach. At least, he hoped he was. He’d never made a deal like this before so he could only hope that he could hope up his end of the bargain. 

That night, Jesse’s crops sprang forth from the ground, spreading their leaves to unseasonably large sizes, and fruited with great, colorful produce. Fields of dry, cracked earth softened and darkened, suddenly rich with the nutrients needed to bring the crop to its peak. Flowers bloomed out of season; grasses yellowed without the autumn. 

The next day, Maia waited, unseen, lurking in her little altar. She could not help herself; to see his and his child’s excitement, at her gifts. The dead could care for themselves for a while; she had the living to care for.

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Jesse nodded, moving to pull out his cell phone from his pocket to check the time. “We better get moving to a place to set up a camp then!” He smiled, looking back at the man. “Where do you want to set up? Any woods nearby he might be stomping around in?”

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Jesse grinned widely. “Great! Now, where was he sighted last here in your state?” he asked, moving to take another drink of his beer. He could feel the excitement bubbling up inside of him as he thought of the two gallivanting around in the woods and the possibility of finding the great Bigfoot. 

Ohio carried on recording him until the moment had drawn out for long enough that he could no longer get away with not answering the other state’s question. He flicked off the camcorder and let it fall to his side as he ran through his hazy memory of all the latest sightings. There wasn’t much he could remember off the top of his head, but—hey, who cares? Even if there weren’t many sightings in this specific area, that didn’t mean there weren’t any Sasquatches running around! “Dude, I’m pretty sure there were some sightings here, like, two weeks ago.” Okay, that was definitely an exaggeration, but who can blame him? He was excited! “Keep an ear out for tree knocking. That’s how they communicate with each other.”

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Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

Nightmares

Humanity

Guardian

Torture

Insanity

Slaughter

Order

Morality

Loyalty

Promise

Betrayal

Epiphany

Apathy

Memories

Loss

Lies

Death

Love

Plans

Pawns

revenge

Monster

Time

Waiting

Laugh

Trend

Alliance

Natural

Pretence

Urge

Impression

Critic

Accent

Stranger

Judgement

Delirious

Instinct

Damage

Illusion

End

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Jesse grinned widely. “Great! Now, where was he sighted last here in your state?” he asked, moving to take another drink of his beer. He could feel the excitement bubbling up inside of him as he thought of the two gallivanting around in the woods and the possibility of finding the great Bigfoot. 

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Jesse took it from him, moving to light it with ease. “Much better.” he hummed. “You know, maybe we should go and see if we can see anything of him..” He suggested, his eyes darting to Calvin to see how the other state liked the idea.

Of course, Ohio thought that idea was just awesome. The fire licked and danced in his eyes, giving him a healthy glow that matched the sunset above both their heads. A wicked grin spread across his lips at the possibility of Bigfoot hunting with the other state. What better way to spend the night, right? It wasn’t like camping was comfortable, anyway—they’d just be tossing and turning with tree roots digging into their backs all night. “Dude, that’d be fucking awesome,” his tone held no hint of joking, he was all for this, “I think I brought my camcorder too! Where’s it at—?” He shuffled around, digging through his pack, until he pulled out one, old and dented and probably a decade old. Wiping it off, he whirled around and started recording Illinois without skipping a beat. “Found him already, holy shit.”

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Jesse watched her as she started to dissipate, nodding gently. “We’re ready..” he said, a slight twisting of doubt in his stomach. At least, he hoped he was. He’d never made a deal like this before so he could only hope that he could hope up his end of the bargain. 

Warming the Underworld

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Jesse looked at her, a soft look in his eyes. “We would certainly appreciate it.. Lillian especially needs more to eat.” he looked back to his daughter as she carried the candles into the room with them.

“Then so be it!” Maia clapped her hands dramatically, causing them to begin a slow transition into smoke. “If that is all you require, then I shall be off to fetch some last few things, and everything will be ready for the next day or two. With–a small bit of help to tide you over until you’re ready to produce for yourself. Are you prepared for the work?”

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Jesse chuckled and smiled, looking at her. “Thank you..” He hesitated as he looked at her. “So...how’s your day so far..?”

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Jesse spun around, his face lighting up as he caught Viola looking at him. “Well, I had hoped this was going to be a secret, but it looks like it won’t..” His cheeks flushed slightly as he moved his weight from side to side, the thigh high stockings rubbing between his legs as he reached down, adjusting the black lace panties around his hips.

Well, it certainly wasn’t a secret anymore. 

Viola chewed the inside of her cheek, and stared at the ceiling as obviously as she could. It was too awkward to back out now, without saying anything. “Well uh–” She allowed herself another glance, and then did her best to make eye contact. Her gaze fell somewhere above his left shoulder, instead. “It’s a pretty good looking secret. And uh–quite safe with me.”

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Jesse blinked slowly, staring at the man still. “Yeah..” he muttered. “Wow..”

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“Do you like?” he purred, one arm outstretched above his head as he leaned against the door frame. “I just got them”

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Reverse

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Jesse stared with wide eyes at Francis as he looked at the man and the lingerie. He certainly hadn’t been expecting this when he came over. 

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Jesse spun around, his face lighting up as he caught Viola looking at him. “Well, I had hoped this was going to be a secret, but it looks like it won’t..” His cheeks flushed slightly as he moved his weight from side to side, the thigh high stockings rubbing between his legs as he reached down, adjusting the black lace panties around his hips.

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Send me 🎁 to catch my muse in lingerie.

Add ‘reverse’ to show off lingerie to my muse.

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He paused to think then. "Honestly, all of thos sound good, so wherever your heart takes us." he smiled at her

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Jesse smiled and moved to her, gently kissing her lips

Now it was time for the diss. “Is that the best you can do?” she teased. “You modern men have forgotten about the art of kissing, it seems.”