MBTI Mysterycore Aesthetics
ISTJ: lab coats and autopsies of the not-quite-human, rows of silver file cabinets, footsteps echoing down cavernous sterile hallways, humming tape recorders, unintelligible whispers from inside the walls.
ESTJ: dark trench coats and black coffee, “What we need is evidence,” polaroids on cork board, caution tape, untraceable phone calls, flickering street lights, skepticism, secret meetings in rainy alleyways.
INFP: black highways stretching into the night, screech-owl calls, baggy brown flannels, ominous religious billboard, unexplained cases of arson, a great once-buried force now rising from the earth.
ENFP: off-limit areas in state parks, rings of glowing mushrooms, cabins filled with faded maps and unsettling taxidermy, caves lined with crystals, walkie talkies, the silhouette of unidentifiable antlers.
ISTP: ominous cable towers stretching into a blood red sunset, picking locks, beat up converse and scraped knuckles, trespassing in abandoned factories and finding secret tunnels connecting the town.
ESTP: missing person newspaper headlines, the feeling of being watched in a fluorescent midnight diner, summer storms, shady local politicians with greasy smiles, novelty ties, and bloody secrets.
ESFJ: bicycles with baskets, befriending loners who see ghosts, pep-talks and first aid kits, bouquets in graveyards, Ouija board sleepovers, lying hand-in-hand on a blanket stargazing for signs of UFOs.
ISFJ: secret treehouses where time is just a little different, shoe-boxes full of old coins no one can identify, saddle shoes, pinkie promises, rescuing strange animals you found by the train tracks
INTJ: specimens in formaldehyde and stolen classified documents, telepathic abilities, government surveillance, erasing your old identity, knowing too much, hiding out in a lighthouse until the time is right.
ENTJ: letterman jackets and restlessness, dreaming of flying, meteor crashes, taking home pieces of glowing space debris, calling the press, “Don’t you understand! This could change everything!”
ISFP: charcoal sketches of shadowy figures, porcelain dolls, sleepwalking into abandoned buildings, prophetic dreams, cornfields at midnight, attic rooms visible only to you, “ No one ever believes me.”
ESFP: eerie late August carnivals, fucking with things that absolutely should not be fucked with and then getting tempted by dark forces, chaotic split-lip grins, breaking curses, standing your ground.
INFJ: boarded-up Victorian houses consumed by ivy, gardens of poisonous plants, typewriter keys and piles of unread manuscripts, knowing all of this has happened before, taking secrets to the grave.
ENFJ: spiral notepads and yellow pencils behind the ear, interviewing local hermits, speaking up at town hall meetings, justice for the restless dead, making powerful enemies of faceless men in dark suits.
INTP: ‘70s science fiction paperbacks and striped tee-shirts, clay models of alien spacecraft, broken glasses, chalkboard equations, creaking swingset chains, strange spinning lights above the suburbs.
ENTP: abandoned hospitals and EMF meters, notebooks filled with illegible equations, knowing everyone else in town calls you crazy, esoteric texts in dead languages, portals to other dimensions.
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