October is here already? Perfect – now he has a good excuse to play back-to-back marathons of various horror, zombie and supernatural movies! While he’s already up this late at night, attempting to take decorations out of the boxes without waiting until the next day. He really couldn’t help it, truthfully: he already forgot his plan of setting the already haunted house with Halloween decorations to amplify the spooky atmosphere.

What time is it? The numbers glaring at her from the alarm clock are blurry, their red hues dancing in front of her squinted eyes. But there’s a light on in the hallway and a nearby sound of excited footsteps, followed by mysterious rustling. The spot next to her is empty. He’s up to something.

She leaves her spot on the bed and takes off with little care as to what she’s wearing ( which is just an oversized t-shirt ) or what she looks like ( her hair is sticking up in places it shouldn’t ). When she finally comes across the man of the hour, she can’t help but smile and snicker.

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        ❝ Hm, I guess October’s alright, D makes me watch horror            movies with him && all, Muds gets his creep on, no doubt            he’ll try && get us to wear something ridiculous again. ❞

force my muse to spill their secrets // accepting !!

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

Paula sometimes wishes she had the skills of an artist. She can’t paint or draw to save her life; it all looks like chicken scratch. Her penmanship is only a slight upgrade to her artistic talent. She’d like to be able to have the talent to create a beautiful piece of work on canvas or design album covers for her favorite bands, but alas she does not possess the skill.

((It’s a good ship