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//i’ve been dead for like a thousand years whoops sorry about that. i got my name changed yesterday and i’ve been with battlcscars a lot recently. i’m going on vacation in a few days for another like 5-7 days, then im going to warped tour, then i’ll be done with school and probably be more active. so starting on the 8th, i’ll probably be a lot more active. yeah. cool.
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rowan shifted his weight from foot to foot, scratching at his wrist absently before deciding he might as well sit down, too. it was way too early to go to sleep ━ for him, at least ━ and yeah, maybe disappearing and locking himself in his room was kind of RUDE, anyway. right ?
❛ wasn’t quite fixin’ to get to sleep anytime soon. so, no, guess i won’t be ditching you until you tell me to fuck off or somethin’. ❜
Spencer nodded slowly and leaned further back into the couch,
a satisfactory smile curling onto his lips. Despite being
literally diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder, he did
occasionally get rather social. Not because he LIKED to talk to
people, but maybe because he didn’t have much else to do and
people kept him busy. Especially when they gave him what
he wanted.
“ Good, because I get BORED quickly. Besides
the fact that I don’t actually mind you, which is a
first for me. “
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anabundanceofviolets ;;
“Well, we don’t have much, but I can gladly give you a tour of this washed up place,” she offered with a soft grin.
He considered it before nodding, arms crossing over chest. “Alright, well then lead the way. It’s not like I have much else to do anyways.”
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Spencer ur a little shit
“Yeah, no shit. That’s my specialty.”
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anabundanceofviolets ;;
“You’re an unfamiliar face, you look like you’re kinda wandering. Just wondering if you’re from around here.”
He gave a shrug and looked to the ground, then back up at the girl in front of him. “Well, I don’t live around here if that’s what you’re asking.”
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anabundanceofviolets ;;
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“You lost, stranger?”
“Why would I be lost?”
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❛ uhh, yup. one sec. ❜
there was no other way to describe louisiana summer’s. it was just hell. hot, humid, mosquito HELL. rowan opens up the fridge, a can of coke conveniently being the first thing he sees. after setting it down on the coffee table, he disappears again to grab a thin sheet from the laundry closet and hands that to him, too. because he doesn’t have an actual blanket. it’s probably too hot for one, though, especially since the air conditioning in his apartment isn’t totally RELIABLE.
❛ TV’s out here … uh, kitchen’s just … right there. bathroom’s the second door on the right, over there. next to my room. so, if you need anythin’ else … let me know. otherwise just help yourself to whatever. an’ don’t, like, steal shit. ❜
Spencer kicked his shoes off and slouched down in his place,
not wasting another minute to make himself comfortable. He
only ever got chances like this in a blue moon , in which
someone was willing to let him crash somewhere without sleeping
with them first. Not that Spencer would MIND either way. It
simply meant he got a little bit more time than normal to have
a place to stay. He looked up as the coke and blanket were
brought to him and took the blanket, then tilting his head as
Rowan began to explain.
“ Gonna ditch me? Not gonna lie, I was kinda
enjoying your company. “
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Ａ ＴＨＯＵＳＡＮＤ ＡＲＭＩＥＳ
ｃｏｕｌｄｎ’ｔ ｋｅｅｐ ｍｅ ｏｕｔ
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ мσney
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ cяown
ｓｅｅ ｉ’ｖｅ ｃｏｍｅ ｔｏ ｂｕｒｎ
ＹＯＵＲ ＫＩＮＧＤＯＭ ＤＯＷＮ
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change pronouns/ect if necessary
“i sell hardcore drugs.”
“we need help.”
“you’re gonna be okay.”
“believe in the fireflies.”
“got enough ration cards to last us a few months.”
“be careful.”
“i am the romantic type.”
“don’t leave me to turn.”
“it’s gettin’ close to curfew.”
“going outside the wall is suicide.”
“you mumble in your sleep.”
“i hate bad dreams.”
“it’s called luck—and it’s gonna run out.”
“are you still breathing?”
“we’re shitty people.”
“our luck had to run out sooner or later.”
“don’t touch me.”
“she’s infected.”
“just fucking go.”
“i can’t swim.”
“does it sound like i know how to whistle?”
“i’m a pretty good shot with that thing.”
“let’s get the hell outta here.”
“goddammit—i’m clean!”
“i owe you nothin’.”
“there’s one inside.”
“it’s the normal people that scare me.”
“you of all people should understand that.”
“i can handle myself.”
“once upon a time, i had somebody i had to look after.”
“you don’t need to worry about me.”
“fuckin’ hunters.”
“i’ve been on both sides.”
“so–you kill a lot of innocent people?”
“you sacrifice the few to save the many.”
“i don’t think they saw us.”
“trust me, it ain’t easy.”
“damn it—spores.”
“somethin’ on your mind?”
“you make every shot count.”
“just so we’re clear… it was either him or me.”
“how’d i do?”
“yeah, well, i was tryin’ to kill you.”
“you’re bleeding.”
“we can help each other.”
“i saved you!”
“you wanna hear a joke about pizza? …never mind, it was too cheesy.”
“how is it you’re never scared?”
“what are you scared of?”
“i’m scared of ending up alone.”
“it’s all your fault!”
“thanks for not blowin’ my head off.”
“you survived because of me.”
“you lay your hands on me again, it won’t end well for you.”
“you still remember how to kill, right?”
“hey, hey—are you hurt?”
“i guess we’re both disappointed with each other, then.”
“what do you want from me?”
“i can’t get infected!”
“you are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”
“i’ve lost people, too.”
“you have no idea what loss is.”
“everyone i’ve ever cared for has either died or left me.”
“sounds like runners.”
“can you walk?”
“stay the fuck back!”
“i think we’re safe.”
“you’re a better shot with that thing than i am.”
“don’t sound so disappointed.”
“you handled yourself pretty nice back there.”
“i believe that everything happens for a reason.”
“you’re just a kid.”
“i can protect you.”
“i’ll come back for you.”
“you’re a fucking animal.”
“you have no idea what i’m capable of.”
“i’m gonna teach you how to play guitar.”
“another city, another abandoned quarantine zone.”
“is this everything you were hoping for?”
“we don’t have to do this.”
“i ain’t leavin’ without you.”
“i guess you can’t escape your past.”
“hands in the fucking air!”
“i pretty much lost everything.”
“no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”
“the last of us” inspired sentence starters
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Blood
Cannibalism
Domestic Violence
Gore
Incest
Mental Issues
Murder
Rape
Suicide
Torture
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|| gravemorals:
✗ ;; deliinquexcy.
❛ ya need somethin’ to eat, or … ? ❜
rowan doesn’t get GUESTS often, so he’s trying his
absolute best to be as hospitable as he knows how.
“ Got any coke ? I’m thirsty as hell, and this
WEATHER isn’t helping. “
Spencer’s a bit too far on the tired end to be an asshole
today, so he���s setting for being appreciative and friendly for
once. Besides, he had made a recent decision to ‘fix up’
his attitude.
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