“so what? because i’m a girl i’m supposed to be squicked out by blood?” ember scoffs. teenage boys. they never change. he reminds her of her lab partner in high school biology: a big dumb jock who’d asked something similar before mutilating the poor frog on the tray. she woke up with mr franklin worriedly leaning over her on the floor because she’d fainted. so, sure, she was squicked out by blood then but ember wasn’t that girl anymore. she’d died and come back as a fucking ghost. she could deal with some blood. maybe she’d show him her real face, see if he freaked - he’d probably enjoy it. she crosses her arms, lifting her chin haughtily. “c’mon. let’s see it then.”

worth mentioning that if there’s a particular muse you’d like to see me write uh now is the time to ask ✨✨ currently thinking of adding bloodsport and/or deadshot but. gotta finish tss first etc