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          “No, you can’t just borrow my weapon anytime you want,                  I don’t care whose son you are!”

      ❛   i ‘ m ---- what ? what ‘ s going on ?  ❜   ||  @prod8gy [ sc ]

“... why do you look so annoyed?”

' a...aren’t you HOT ? ’ ellen asked, exasperated and melting under the heat of the sun. her black leather coat laid atop her folded arm. she had meant to ask a very DIFFERENT question, like where the nearest gas station was. but seeing his entirely BLACK attire had thrown her off. her stupidity made her BLUSH,  and fiddle with her hat to seem uncaring and PREOCCUPIED. 

a sequin pink dress, the black and white tiles of the kitchen floor in gallows mansion. the smell of gunpowder and strawberries.  her sister’s laugh, her meister’s stripes.  a skull made out of diamonds.  the sound of jazz drums in the middle of a solo. the clonk of heels against wooden floors.  shame.  blush.  the adrenaline rush when you see a jumpscare.  relief. 

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