SMILE WITH MY TEETH

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Hey everyone! 

I sent a drop to the Isola blog as I think two is my cap of writing with activity requirements I could handle after my hiatus is done. I’ll be sure to update every bit of information accordingly, however Marvus will not be deleted. He’ll just become an indie blog. So if you still want to interact with him outside of the Isola timeline, feel free!

I still have my other two blogs, and I’ll make sure to come back full speed to writing once things have calmed down over here. Thank you for understanding and I’m sorry for those I was threading with. Feel free to hmu if you’d like to start something new sometime!

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@fxllenmidnightstar​

Lately all this work as been more tedious than the usual, perhaps because human concerts aren’t punctuated by the carnage troll culture is usually engulfed in. While there have been brawls at his concerts between fans, nothing has ever come even close to the usually fatal outcomes from his days in Alternia. Which means there’s no easy way out from fans attempting to come onto him. Still uncomfortable, he really isn’t interested in that sort of thing with people he’s not in the same frequency with.

“Thanks.” He’s a little distracted, admittedly, but has enough good manners to offer the bartender a drink as he sits there, trailing his index along the edge of the glass with purple liquid which had been set before him. The human seems very happy by even just that simple word, but Marvus is once again deep in thought. At least the bar seems quite relaxing during this particular hour.

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vantastm:

If Karkat could, he’d be producing a pen and notepad from absolutely nowhere to take notes on basically everything Marvus was telling him. He liked collecting information on things he really didn’t know enough about because in return he could ramble off about the subject to a friend. Maybe he even wanted to remember details about Marvus–details that he could keep on paper and have forever. (It almost sounded a little creepy, but really who gave a FUCK?) “What does your music FUCKING portray, huh? What kind of SHIT do you sing about?”

There’s a flush to skin as that little compliment is snuck in and the subject of loneliness is merely brushed by. It had Karkat’s pulse racing a little in his chest, swallowing heavily as he fiddled with his hands in his pockets. “Uh…FUCKING thanks. I think. Your smiles are FUCKING dope too.” What a lame comeback.

The more he watched the other, the more he noticed how invested Karkat is in his words. Marvus allowed himself to offer a smile as his voice trails off and he listens to the other troll’s questions. What do his lyrics portray either way? What kind of feelings does he want to evoke through them? “It’s subtle, but definitely there. Y’gotta really listen to them to get what the music’s sayin’, but when you do...” The clown’s fingers brush away a strand of hair that was out of place, and it returned to where it ought to be with little issue. “The struggles of those below and in the middle, the system as a whole and its real validity when certain instances of it are properly scrutinised. Let me tell you, it don’t hold up.”

“I don’t think I need to tell you that tho. You’re a smart troll, aintcha?” And he’s also endured Alternia’s regime, after all. They’d all been toiling under the same empress, though dealt different hands in the long run. Still, he seems genuinely flattered by the compliment even if Karkat saw it as lame. “Y’think so, huh? I appreciate it. I don’t really enjoy smiling if it’s not genuine, all that posturing ain’t really my style.”

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airomancy:

“i… what?”

he could feel his cheeks flare up in heat as he gets whisked away with his arm around his waist. this is WAY too close for comfort and he feels incredibly embarrassed. especially with how he could feel the brief glares at the back of his head for being this close to him. it’s not like it was his choice! but still, he didn’t have enough time to protest when they finally rushed on over to the edge of the pier.

john takes a moment to relax his nerves. nervousness and confusion still ached in his chest just by being with him. it still baffles him that the troll before him just doesn’t feel like he’s got anything planned up his sleeve. not that he could sense, anyways. from his experience, trolls were always very upfront with their motives. even if they try to be subtle about it.

“j-john. the name’s john.” he clears his throat. “no need for nicknames. i’m okay with just john.” he takes a seat at a relative distance by marvus, just to be careful. he shouldn’t look too much towards his direction either, lest he wants to get even more confused about his dilemma. so, he opts for staring at the sea. the skies are still tinted grey from the wake of winter. yet, the weather feels fine enough for him to not wear his usual hoodie out.

ah, right. he’s supposed to be sharing his sandwich, is he? he takes out a pair of sandwiches from his sylladex and hands the other half to marvus. “it’s no bug filling but i don’t know if you’re okay with some ham and cheese?”

“Like I said, sorry ‘bout all a’ that bu’ fans can get wack.” Humans are definitely more chill than trolls, but they can still be pretty up there from time to time. He’s did manage to maneuver John out of a potentially irritating situation, mostly of having to deal with people asking him about their basically non existent relationship. He doesn’t want silly speculation to disrupt the human’s life, because it shouldn’t have to be a thing to begin with. Marvus and John aren’t even friends yet, merely acquaintances.

The clown seems to have had the same feeling about the weather, though he’s not sure if he’s just being irresponsible or if Alternia’s own weather is just more extreme. This coolness is quite pleasant to him, and it shows since he’s wearing basically nothing beyond a sleeveless shirt with that very plunging neckline. “Aight, John it is. S’a nice name.” He’s being honest, it rolls of the tongue quite well after all. His own eyes remain focused on the vastness before them, as he enjoys just the entirety of that scene.

“Sheeeeet, ham and cheese sandos are the best thing since sliced bread.” Grubbread who? Sure, he sometimes does miss those, but humans have such ridiculous variety even in the simplest dishes that it’s impossible for the clown not to appreciate their efforts. Clawed hand reaches out to grab the half being offered, fingers briefly brushing against John’s own, and soon he’s digging in. He’ll have to return the favour sometime, because it doesn’t feel entirely right just to take without giving something too. Maybe when the other’s gotten more comfortable he could invite him out to get some grub? Would that be too much? “Mind if I ask you somethin personal, buddy?”

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stabtm:

huh

don’t know if we’ve got that kind of tea here right now

if u dont got it hmu fam i got sum 2 spare

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fangsmyth:

shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. keep calm, bombyx. just one of your favorite artists, no big deal at all. he doesn’t turn any heads or shift at all from what he’s doing. hell, lanque looks like he didn’t even notice marvus entering the room period. he keeps his sultry act on the woman, hoping to either coax a big tip from her or a fun night in. a simple trick has her laughing and tucking her hair behind her ear. he wipes the counter of any spare drops of vodka that manage to fall onto the shining wood, merely giving marvus a glimpse out of the corner of his eye. more to acknowledge his presence rather than gawk despite how easily he could get lost in those pecs.

when their eyes meet, lanque offers a smile before putting up a finger to the other patron. he sways in front of marvus, “ hmhm… gotta be more specific than that, hot stuff. whatcha in the mood for? ”

This guy’s got some chompers on him, doesn’t he? The clown seems invested in those vampire-like fangs for a few moments while Lanque’s busy entertaining a patron. He gets it, man, gotta get that coin in the daily grind and he isn’t going to fault anyone for that. Besides, she was definitely here first so there’s also that particular bit of a reason why he doesn’t intrude or push the jade for a speedier service. Marvus just isn’t that bitch, and he’d rather never be because those kinds of individuals really bother him. Not that he usually has to wait for very long, but that’s an entirely different story. Eventually he eases up on the fang watching and focuses on his sleeves instead, casting glances towards the other every now and then whilst he works on achieving the purposefully disheveled look which suits him so well.

Once their eyes meet proper it’s obvious that he has at least a good amount of Lanque’s attention. “’m a big fan of cranberry purple hazes, love. S’that doable?” Of course he means if the jade has all ingredients required, which he doesn’t doubt since this is a hotel. The clown is easily ignoring the looks he’s getting from other patrons, and some even seem tempted to approach but can’t seem to muster the courage to.

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airomancy:

huh. he seems to be really popular. the guy exudes some kind of… popularity to him, which is a surprise. the troll is not what he’d expect, really. can you blame him? he’s only ever encountered the makaras and that was enough to have him put a bad taste in his mouth. by the mention of his name, it clicks to him somewhat that he doesn’t seem to be related to any of them. at least, he hopes he’s not.

john stares at his outstretched hand, internally debating whether he should. and honestly, the looks from the crowd is getting to him and he feels like he’s being put on the spot. he eyes him warily, finally looking up at him with his lips pressed together into a thin line.

“okay… sure. i only brought a couple of sandwiches but i suppose i can give the other to you?” he hesitantly takes his hand.

wait. why’d he take his hand?! god, damn it. it’s too late now. he’s staring at his own hand on his with wide eyes. fuck. he facepalms with his free hand, lightly dragging it down.

“can we just… go? i’m not good with crowds.” that was a bit of a lie. he’s okay with them. but he just needs to GO.

Marvus can tell from John’s hesitance that there’s likely some very heavy baggage holding him back. It’s clear that he wants to accept and go against his better judgement, which likely partly stems from purpleblooded reputation as a whole, but to give someone that much fear they must’ve been exposed to some pretty concentrated and heinous acts. Really the clown would be lying if he didn’t admit he was curious regarding what, or who, happened to shape the human’s views against his caste.

Of course he’s unsurprised when the other finally caves in and takes the hand being offered, because eventually everyone does exactly this after some resistance. Without hesitating himself, he tugs John forward and that hand which had been warmly gripping the human’s (how is a purple’s hand warm, is his mind playing tricks on him?) drapes itself around that waist instead. “Sorry ‘bout the sudden close contact, buddy, s’nethin’ personal but it should send the message that we’re on the move and don’t want to be bothered.” The murmur is just loud enough for his companion to hear, and it’s coupled with another one of those dazzling smiles of his.

Surprisingly Marvus’ logic works, because the people who’d been crowding around them allow the two through just fine. Even if they definitely seemed too distracted by the smile to be glowering at John for his apparent closeness to the clown, which was certainly not the case. Eventually they manage to reach the pier, and once they’ve arrived to a more secluded spot along it that arm finally releases the human proper. “Whew, s’nice to have sum peace.” And they’re right there at the ocean now, the purpleblood seems genuinely excited for that.

“So, am I gettin’ a name? Nickname? Ain’t sure what to call you, bud, but I’m absolutely open to suggestions.” And with that he’s settled down on the edge of the pier, overlooking the sea.

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airomancy:

john looks at him, incredibly bewildered. of course he wants to talk. but what baffles him is that he talks to him without any malicious intent. at the very least, not that he can detect. his prior interactions with gamzee always dripped with solicitations that could only meant despair. and whatever god damn shit he’s got cooking up in his fucked up brain in his.

he awkwardly picks at his sleeve, trying to look away. he hates the fact that he’s considering it.

“i was just… going to eat by the pier by myself and maybe play on my switch? it’s not going to be anything… interesting…” he’s flustered. what’s gotten into him? he was careful with his words instead of telling him off outright. he scratches the back of his head, getting frustrated.

“…why me, though? there’s probably better company out here.” he looks arou–oh god. since when was there people staring at them? this is a fucking bad idea.

“I think you’d be fan-fuckin-tastic company, tho. Why you gotta sell yourself short?” Marvus watches him for a moment as he speaks before stretching some, the curve of those pecs becoming more prominent whilst muscular arms went above his head. He offers a wave and smile to those around them, and they seem pretty happy with any kind of attention from the clown either way. At least humans were far more respectful than trolls in regards to personal space for the most part.

“What you mentioned sounds gravy, honestly.” Better than parties or any big gatherings, Marvus was far more private than most gave him credit for during his downtime. Being surrounded by adoring fans while he was attempting to relax generally only served to distract him from his original purpose, which would be to rest.

“If you ain’t got anything t’eat yet, it can be my treat. I’m the one asking you to hang out after all.” And he offers a perfectly manicured hand to John, that familiar charming smile spreading across those painted lips. “Want to give this a try, then? The name’s Marvus, by the way.”

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fangsmyth:

Calling the monsters I had to liVe With criminals Would be putting it lightly.

But thanks… these fingers aren’t just good for seWing either.

wat u think i shld call em monsters ???? or is dat 2 tame still 

u preachin 2 the choir buddy i already knew u culd do way more than just sew n pour drinks w them

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fangsmyth:

Oh, people told me that all the time.

well dat aint nice and we clearly got criminals on our dam handz

i believe in ur capabilities babe no fuxxkin way id think otherwise u got sum talented fingerz after all

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airomancy:

he could feel his blood grow cold the moment he felt strong arms wrapped around him. thoughts running through his head that screams ‘fuck, i’ve been caught.’ and the nightmares would plague his dreams once more at a more painful rate again but instead, he’s left with a confused noise when he’s been pulled into that gentle hug.

…

huh?

his face pressed against an almost suffocating state against his rather plump chest. he felt himself paralysed in his hold, especially when he pulls away to greet him. the calm, handsome face greeting him with a reassuring grin. this is not the kind of face he expected on a clown from a high-tier hemospectrum that’s known for it’s ritualistic homicide… and torture.

what is gotten into him? snap out of it, egbert.

“uh, y-yeah. um. i’m okay.” he instantly backs off, taking two or more steps backwards away from him. “thanks, i’ll uh. go.”

“N’aw you leavin’ so quick?” Marvus almost pouts, attention focused on the human before him despite of the small crowd gawking at them in the boardwalk. He leans back against the railing again once he releases John from his grasp. Just now it becomes obvious he’s dressed so casually, which at least helps him look slightly less intimidating than the usual attire. “Sorry for holdin’ ya like that, jus’ got worried y’were gonna fall over youfeelme?”

Still, he tilts his head ever so slightly to the side and offers another warm grin. Even with those fangs bared, the clown still appears incredibly friendly.

“Was it too bad?” The purple doesn’t seem bothered by the human’s quick steps to put some distance between them. After all, he did just give John a face full of chest so he can’t exactly blame him for being so flustered. “I can make it up if you let me. How ‘bout we hang out for a lil bit?” Is this clownphobia he’s detecting? Perhaps a little, and he can’t particularly fault the other for such a thing. Purples don’t have an ideal reputation... Which means this human has met trolls before.

“Whaddaya say? I promise, if you’re too uncomfortable we can cut it short anytime.” Really, that cheeky look seems perfectly honest.

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airomancy:

john doesn’t visit the ocean all that often. jade had always told him how fun it was to live closest to the beach and swim whenever she wanted but… he never really gotten into it. he finds it far more relaxing to simply sit close to the ocean and enjoy the sea breeze and listen to the waves hitting the sand.

he supposes that today should be the day he goes out to the boardwalk now that the snow had passed by. he wanted to go to the pier and maybe have an impromptu picnic all the while playing smash on his switch.

…that is. until he spots a rather… familiar individual.

well, not entirely. he looked… far larger than gamzee. longer hair and more built. he couldn’t take his eyes off of him for more than a second. he’s exuding some kind of… eye-catching charm that john has no idea what about. still, it gives him the shivers from the back of his neck and all the way to his spine. it’s a fucking clown, for christ’s sake. and from his experience, he needs to stray the fuck away.

sucks that he can easily spot him if he go past but the good spot is literally right there. fuck. okay, take it easy, john. just speedwalk.

“don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook—FUCK.” he tripped on his shoelaces and stumbles right in front of him. JUST KEEP WALKING.

Oh, the sea’s probably always been one of his favourite things. Marvus may not be overly fond of the Alternian inhabitants, nothing too serious of course just a mild distaste, but the beauty of the ocean is undeniable. And this doesn’t change here either. As the clown finishes tying back those black locks of his, pointed ears pick up on someone’s very poor attempts at mumbling whilst advancing along the boardwalk. Which you know what? Valid.

A bit of a shame that the other’s bluff comes crashing down the minute those feet decide to betray him while he’s attempting to escape, and really if John had been actually subtle about his intent the clown wouldn’t have paid him mind.

It’s rather endearing, honestly. 

One minute Marvus is leaning his back against the boardwalk’s railing, then the next he’s clownstepped forward and caught the human in strong his arms. And though it’s rather obvious the purpleblood could crush this guy’s spine rather easily, the embrace is unexpectedly gentle. Why would he even want to hurt such a cute face in the first place? He’s got no interest in that, and he helps the human straighten himself up after what may have seemed like a very long two seconds of that face exceedingly close to his ample chest.

“Hey bud, you aight there? You’re lookin’ a teensy bit pale.” The ice has been broken and conversation initiated. Well damn.

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vantastm:

Music was not something Karkat was well versed in at all in any way, shape, or form. Sure, he listened to some of his favorite artists and had been picky in what he liked–but he never really go into the logistics of things. He didn’t understand the heartache or the joy behind creating those simple songs filled with vibrant beats and dark meanings. The translation of the songs were obvious to understand, but the work behind it likely wasn’t even displayed in the song. Marvus had a little bit more of Karkat’s respect now.

“That’s….actually pretty FUCKING cool, you know? I thought it was just superficial BULLSHITbecause people are just trying to make money. I didn’t know it went that deep, Marvus.” A glimmer of smile tugged at his lips, gaze flickering away for the moment. “Was it something you always wanted to do or did you have some wild moment, huh?”

“Don’t get me wrong, them kinds a’ artists definitely exist. Funny enough, they’re far more common amongst higher castes ‘cause for some reason they always want more cashmunny.” And more, and more. At first it was fun to receive such things, almost like an incentive as if that told him that he was doing something right. But the more material things you have, the less you see their value in the long run. And the clown eventually began to see far more value in the little things, such as a good prayer to the Messiahs in church or the ecstasy induced rictus on his fan’s corpses. That was true happiness, and he’s learned so over time. Not any amount of cash really brought him anywhere close to the joy performing for his audience provided. “Lower castes have different lyrics than higher ones, an’ that’s absolutely valid. Bu’ if you listen t’all sides, an’ I mean really listen, we actually have more in common than we’d think youfeelme?”

“Kinda jus’ fell into it fam. I’ve always had a knack for music, so that’s def helped too.” Still, he leans just a tad less on that cane. “Was the best thin’ t’ever happen, don’t think I could be happier if I tried.” Of course there’s the word think jammed there, and it’s because he’ll admit this much: “Gets a lil lonely ‘ere sometimes tho, not gonna lie.” Purple eyes flickered briefly over the faint shadow of a smile on the other’s face. “Y’know, smiles really suitcha. Jus’ wanted you t’know that.”

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Tagging: Anyone.

             ( BOLD ALL THAT APPLY to your muse. Italicize leaning or former. )

[ WEALTH ] $ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable ✪ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / servant / street trash / slave / unsure ✔ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet

[ FAMILY ] ◒ Children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent ◑ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings/ sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ] ♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between ♦ loyal / disloyal / in between ♦ faithful / unfaithful / in between

[ BELIEFS ] ★ Faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✮ Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✯ Belief in Reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ Belief in Aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❀ Philosophical : yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ] ❤ Sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual  / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual ❥ Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless / Just not interested ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless ❣ Sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / inhibited ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ] ☠ Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ] ☕ Drinking Alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ☁ Smoking : trying to quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✿ Other Narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✌ Medicinal Drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ☻ Indulgent Food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess $ Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♣ Gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

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copyrightedpiracy:

Even though she’s been here for a few days, Remele already managed to gather up a few new pieces of art, and gathered them all together for a little exhibition. Only very few paid attention, either to ask “isn’t this already a thing?” or say “this looks awful familiar…” Frankly, nobody here knew how to appreciate true art! What a shame. The troll was just about to set off, exhausted from this kinda threatment, and then…

… Hold on now, was that– Holy shit. It was. As the clown approached, Remele’s smile grew immediately.

“Oh my! Looke who the featherbeast brought in!” The one purpleblood she could actually handle in all of Alternia. Maybe things would finally turn around now that she actually got a true client!

“Y’got dragged into this place too?” He doesn’t even sound surprised anymore, as newcomers seemed to pop up like weeds all around the area.Marvus himself hasn’t been around for a very long time, but he has managed to worm his way into the hearts of perhaps an alarming amount of humans for someone who was considered entirely alien till recently. Purple eyes assessed Remele’s artwork, which was to his taste as usual but... Well, this would be an issue for her if he doesn’t warn her about how things worked here.

“Wack findin’ y’here, babe. S’nice to see a familiar face, tho.” He taps his chin for a brief moment. “Y’got time to chat wit’ me over a drink? There’s somethin’ we need to talk ‘bout. Not before I buy all your pieces, of course.” Yes this may or may not be a move to help preserve her for a while longer. Even if the biggest risk in this place so far is a lawsuit, it’s definitely not something Remele would’ve considered as Alternian copyright was an absolute joke.

“Just you an’ me. Feels like you could use a break from the public for a hot second. So, whatcha say?” People are definitely mumbling, though the rhyme juggler isn’t paying them any mind.

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MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

BOLD WHATEVER APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE. Add stuff and even change the format to your liking! Naturally, repost; don’t reblog!

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. transatlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs (worms). big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.

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025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise?

“Honesty. Ain’t a fan of people lyin’ to me, though I don’t think it’s uncommon t’want someone to be upfront. If you’re gonna hurt me, might as well have it be over being honest than me catchin’ you in a lie or somethin’. 

Also y’gotta love those capable of admitting when they’ve fucked up an’ takin’ responsibility for it. S’truly someone after my own pumper.”