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“I hope the dark glow in them sparkles for all eternity...

       ...a steadfast glow that will grant all your w i s h e s in the world...”

FEATURES: A friendly mun with 10+ years of roleplay experience.

Canon, OC, multiship & multiverse friendly!

Multi-para & novella length threads & interactions! (Also willing to tailor!) Multiple verses and time-frames—Episode 0, Cafe, Gakuen, etc—are available.

Please read the about/rules page before following or interacting!

ABOUT/RULES - OTHER MUSES - INBOX

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~"Here Rachel, I know you like birds so I made these little bird shaped chocolates for you!"

((I’m proud of you for breaking your ‘my first interaction is always crack’ record lol))

The shift in her expression was subtle; a faint brightening within the blue optics looking steadily at the other not unlike a pearl nestled in a great, still sea, but it was enough.

“…..Thank you.” Small fingers take the small box from the other and carefully stows it inside the messenger bag slung across her shoulder. Right next to the gift Danny had given her earlier.

“I don’t have anything to give back to you…” Eyelashes flutter gently as the younger girl’s gaze flicks downwards for a moment out of shyness? Guilt? only to immediately spy the small tear in the bottom of the other’s coat and come right back up. Now her languid movements are precise as Rachel drops to one knee in front of the other while her hands return once more to her bag. Her fingers soon withdraw a spool of thread and a needle which she begins threading without even looking at it, her gaze now intent on the tear in the fabric of the coat. “Hold still. I’ll fix it for you.”

It was the best gift she could offer.

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~🌙+ "There was blood there, I know I saw it!! I--" (for Danny and that late night meme!)

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

A firm squeeze on her shoulders makes the girl’s panicked tirade slow and then drop into a faltering stutter as Daniel stepped bodily in front of her and blocked her view of the dimly lit street curving ahead of them. Blocking her from seeing the body sprawled in the bushes. Again.

“It’s fine. Hush now.” The girl was twitching, her eyes—usually hazel but now black and dilated with terror—are jerking wildly back and forth. It was as if she were a horse about to bolt rather than a young woman—and she would bolt if he let her. He won’t, of course.

He couldn’t let her just run away, not with e y e s like those.

“Everything is fine,” Daniel repeats while giving the girl’s shoulders another, even firmer squeeze—she’d have bruises in the morning and not remember why. She wouldn’t remember any of this; not once Gray was done with her, not once Daniel was finally done with her. But ah, not yet. She still had a slim—diminishing by the minute but slim, chance to earn her wings live.

His hands quickly rise and cup her face gently, the b l o o d on the backs of those hands and his fingers hidden from the girl’s rolling, agitated sight by her curling locks, her own blind to the obvious panic and the night around them. “Turn around. Go back to the church and find the Reverend. He’ll help calm you down.”

Succinct words seem to calm her; the throbbing, thousand yard stare disappointingly lessening in it’s intensity in her eyes as she clearly struggles—and then manages—to take what Daniel could only assume to be a steadying breath. Her panic would re-escalate as soon as she was alone (perhaps even as soon as she was around the corner from him) but that didn’t matter. What mattered is that she left so he could finish his business. Lest his business change its target.

Soiled hands drop back onto the girl’s shoulders and push on one side, the force of it spinning her around bodily, and then those hands are on her back and the push this time was gentle.

“Go. Now.” Before your panic tempts me. Before I do something to you myself.

A self preservation that she didn’t even comprehend that she was using kicked in and the young woman broke into a brisk jog, her sneaker clad feet leading her away from the man in the brown coat and towards the church looming in the distance. Daniel stood still a few moments more, deciding within that span of time that if she returned he’d kill her right then, Gray’s orders be damned—but she didn’t and he was left alone.

Well, not entirely alone.

A groan and a weak shuffling from the bushes just a few paces ahead of him made Daniel turn, his right hand dropping casually into his pocket as he did so.

“Still alive, huh? Hmmm…”

The streetlamp illuminating the path fizzled, it’s already decidedly feeble light stuttering just as the girl’s eyes had done, and as Daniel approached the person in the shrub it seemed to fizzle out faster.

The small, waxy leaves were stained a blackish red, some of them were so saturated that they dripped their overflow onto the damp grass below. There’s hardly a sound as Daniel crouches down next to the prone person trying and failing to get to his feet.

“I’m sorry.” He actually sounds apologetic too, a small frown adorning his features as his right hand withdraws the tool kept in his pocket. “I normally do a much better job but you startled me earlier. But it’s alright, let me h e l p you.”

A hand settles into the other man’s hair and gives a brisk pull as a faint, watery groan falls from bloodied lips. The left side of the man’s face is a ruin—the eye socket a gaping, ravaged hole and the optic that had once sat nestled inside now smashed and leaking a whitish pus down the man’s trembling face. The violence reminded him of him (Henry….!) and Daniel’s frown twisted into a silent grimace for just a few seconds….and then he forced himself to relax. He could still do something after all.

The right eye was fine—rolling ceaselessly and clouded with terror—but fine.

It would have to do.

It was better than nothing.

It would sate him for now.

If he kept saying it to himself in his head it would come true. 

The church enshrouded in the darkness situated behind him tolled its bell once; an obvious signal for him to return and make a report, but Daniel stays where he is a moment longer. Just a moment longer. His disgusted expression shifts into a thin scythe of a smile.

The bloodied tool from his pocket comes forward just as the light overhead finally gives out.

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~“There’s blood.” (From that isolation meme for Danny, obviously!)

Isolation meme

“Of course there is~” It was the tone of an adult explaining something simple to a child; it was a tone with a silent, mocking laugh following each word. The man standing behind her reaches for a nearby light switch. It takes a few moments and then a faint hum is heard overhead and soon the room fills with light–not a lot of light, but enough.

It’s enough to see the operating table dominating the center of the room with its surface covered in scratches and blood. The light is enough to see even more blood smeared on the walls by frantic hands and fingers. The light is also enough to see the smile splitting the doctor’s face nearly in half as he steps around the other in order to stand in front of her.

“Your peepers are worthless as they are now; they’re much too dull when you’re afraid but don’t worry! I can make your peepers beautiful again!” The doctor had reached into his pocket as he spoke and now he pulled out a slender, medium length tool—not unlike a wrench—and held it up for her to see. There was blood on it, too. Now his opposite hand rises and taps his right eye, his fingernail making a soft tinkling sound not unlike a person tapping their finger against a teacup.

“But let me change this first. If I’m going to ‘treat’ you—and I know for a fact that you want the b e s t care possible—then this eye simply won’t do! You can wait in the hall if you’d like and I’ll gladly come collect you when it’s time for your surgery~” The word ‘surgery’ causes the man to visibly quiver, his ecstatic anticipation concerning what was to come a wholly palpable thing. The tool from before is now stowed away as the doctor forcibly spins the terrified girl around and pushes her towards the door.

Once they reach the threshold he shoves and the girl all but falls to the floor of the dimly lit hallway. She cranes her neck wildly and locks eyes with the man she’s trapped in here with–but not for much longer. Danny gives her another smile, his lips and eyes both closing briefly only for his tongue—a thing that seems; in her steadily mounting terror in the face of impending death, to be horrendously long—to wet his lips.

“Be a good girl and wait right here and I’ll have everything ready in just a moment~!”

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Cue the young girl sitting nervously in her chair with hands first clasping one knee and then the other. She couldn't look at the friendly sounding man for very long, she just sits and fidgets. (For the nice Doctor!)

((awhh))

She seems incapable of looking at him—a tremendous pity—but that doesn’t stop Daniel from smiling at her gently just in case she does happen to look at him. He wants her to feel comfortable after all and what better way to help that feeling along than with a smile?

“You don’t have to be afraid miss, this is a safe place. My name’s Danny and I’m your friend.” His tone is soothing and uncomplicated. There was no need for arduous or complicated words—not yet, anyhow. Nice and easy. “Is there something you’d like to talk about?”

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RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS

Muse: Daniel ‘Danny’ Dickens

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV :       orthodox monasteries  , deep woods , starry nights ,the sound of paper being torn  ,  dimly lit rooms ,  withered roses  , an unfinished letter , piles of books , the sound of shattering glass ,  ticking of clocks in a silent house , heavy wooden furniture  , the air before a storm , the smell of earth , a crowd of people dressed in black , distant murmurs  , emptied streets  ,  the fear of walking alone in dusk

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT  :       coldness of the skin against a blade  , slender pale fingers  &  slightly shaking hands , a red stain blooming on white fabric  , lonely steps in a corridor , the slow dripping of water , looking out of the window into the thickening darkness ,  a single dying candle on the table , listening to one’s breath  &  counting heartbeats ,  too many stairs , the desire to be invisible ,  a subtle memory of kind words

THE IDIOT  :       classical statues  ,  wealth covered with dust , a dark house tainted with inherited madness  , an unsettling feeling ,  long walks in a park  , useless chatter ,  a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench  ,  a melancholic face ,  an unexpected spring rain , the joy of reading one’s favorite book , the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around ,looking at cloudless sky

ANNA KARENINA :       fields of crops  ,  flowers brought from an early morning walk ,the wind caressing a girl’s hair ,  a bowl of fruit  ,  the smell of ripe pears  , the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea  , children’s laughter coming from the garden , soft sunlight  &  white curtains  , the sensation of velvet against skin  ,  pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor  ,  a sudden silence in a room full of people

WAR AND PEACE  :       a glass of wine  ,  the brightness of  a crystal chandelier ,  white lace  , a raging snow storm , the sound of a door being gently closed , the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room  ,  indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light  , closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing  ,  the sweet smell of strawberries  , a pair of gloves left on an armchair  ,  light scent of powder

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA  :     the chaos of a lively city  ,  ambient jazz in expensive restaurants  , jumping on a moving tram  ,  the sight of moscow from the roof of a house ,  yellow flowers in a vase  ,  leaning out of the window ,  shelves stacked with books  , a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky  ,laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony ,  colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind

EUGENE ONEGIN :       a lonely mansion , reading a book in the parlour ,  faint piano melody lingering in falling silence ,  long evenings ,  passing seasons ,  discussing french novels of the moment  ,  unspoken thoughts ,  leaning against the door frame  ,  quickly averted glance , eating a peach absent-minded , bright mornings  , footprints in snow , a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby

FATHERS AND SONS  :     birch groves ,  morning mist ,  moss-covered stones near a moor  , scientific books ,  white roses ,  cheap champagne  ,  shabby pocket - watch  ,  light - hearted irony ,  a maladroit cello sonata  , freshly mowed grass  ,  letting thoughts come  &  go , a  slow yawn  ,  picturesque plates   &   bowls filled with traditional dishes , drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO  :     a strange feeling of loss  ,  writing poems in a diary ,   travelling by train  ,  the hesitation before touching someone’s hand  , the gaze of one lost in thought ,  the warmth of cinnamon ,  a scarf brightly embellished with flowers  ,  a glass of water  , a threadbare jacket  , the tempting void ,  the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD  :     a lone chair in an empty room  ,  falling blossoms , old samovar  , the unsettling need for change  ,  a mirror reflecting full moon  , the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance  ,  a piano out of tune.

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Doctor is it normal to be so afraid of death? Of other people dying?

He’d read their file and based on its contents had expected something good—but not this good. This was almost heavenly.

The eyes constantly drifting away from him were of an indistinct color–green, perhaps—but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Daniel had seen this person’s anxiety, this person’s wretchedness, their fear, all of it building up in those eyes. The turmoil in them was palpable and the doctor found himself helpless to repress a shiver at what would—not could but would—come next.

All they needed was a little push.

Daniel laced his fingers together to dampen their trembling and when he spoke his voice was as light as always. His tone was a soothing stream of water that poured out faster and faster only to pool around his feet a brackish, stagnant puddle. He was going to drown this person—-just a few more pushes—

“That must’ve been awfully troubling seeing your family in such a horrendous state…” He was smiling legitimately now—his usual, easy expression becoming sharp and full of teeth.  Ahh, their despair was exhilarating! But it wasn’t enough, not when he knew he could get more. The thought of those eyes—eyes already so dark and troubled—dropping inwards to a depth where no light could penetrate them, where no emotion could hinder them, threatened to put the man in a state of ecstasy. Soon the two of them could have what they b o t h wanted. Peace of mind.

There’s hardly a sound as Daniel gets to his feet and crosses the short distance between them; a now barely controlled hand reaching out and settling on their shoulder, the very essence of consultation...so long as the other didn’t look at his face.

“Do you want me to help you with this feeling..? It wouldn’t be difficult.” Ah, it was worse up close–-the urge to drive his free hand forward was excruciating—but wait, wait…!

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~"Are you a religious man, Danny? I see you hanging outside this church quite often." (ep0 timeline, obviously lol)

Daniel had been deep in thought; deep enough that more than a light dusting of snow had begun to form on his person and he’d done nothing to brush it off, so when the young woman addressed him he jumped and the snow fell from his hair, shoulders, and clothes not unlike snow falling from a tree branch.

Absently dusting at his clothes with gloved fingers he offers his sudden companion a faint smile. He wasn’t entirely all there just yet, but that was fine.

“Pardon?” A plume of breath chased after his words and it finally struck him just how cold it was outside—not to mention just how long he’d been standing out in the snow. When Michelle repeated the question Daniel nodded, his cordial smile brightening somewhat if not ironically.

“I’m not what you’d consider a religious person, no. God and I are on…..unfamiliar terms, so to speak.” It’d be tremendously easy to blame ‘God’ for the way his life had turned out—he’d seen so many prisoners express that exact sentiment while faced with what was to be their last days of life. They did it without restraint and consciously blind to their own hand in things, immune to their own driven selfishness. Even in ancient times Providence (or the lack of) has always remained an easy target; a convenient source to lay blame. Killers did it all the time. But not him, no. He’d always been a conscious man. He knew exactly what he was doing and why—he just didn’t know why it wasn’t working or if it ever would. In truth his life had been ruined before it’d even began and in his youth he had questioned things rather than lay blame.

He’d asked why he was different.

He’d asked why he’d been born without one of his eyes.

He’d asked why his parents (his mother) looked so troubled—perhaps even frightened—every time they looked at him. Looked at what was missing.

And try as he might young Daniel received no answers to any of these sad, ruinous questions and soon stopped asking entirely. His life had started out broken and now it was empty, those shards of ruin sitting at the bottom of his heart just waiting to be reformed into something new—something beautiful whole. And the man inside the building—not the building like she’d assumed, but the main inside of it—he’d been so fixated on? Perhaps he could…..

Daniel blinked and forced himself back into the present. His eyes immediately honing in on the other’s slightly worried expression. He gave her another smile and patted her shoulder briskly. “Forgive me, I’m quite scatterbrained today. You haven’t upset me, if that’s what you think so please don’t worry.” His gaze eventually returned to the gray, somber building in front of them as his smile evened out into something equally as solemn, troubled even.

He wouldn’t go inside today. The man inside; this Reverend, this ‘Gray’, had attracted him yes, but he hadn’t ensnared him yet. The proposition he’d been offered was strange; the man’s words—or dare he say it, intuitions—having opened an abyss at his feet that Daniel wasn’t keen on jumping into just yet. He was perfectly capable of drowning above land much less in a blackened hole filled with God (watchful as ever, humanity’s God) knew what. And if Gray could truly see his heart like he so claimed? Let him pry on his own time. He’d be patient, Daniel knew that much.

‘Probably because he already has me and he knows it.’ Daniel thinks to himself, his lips reforming a smile only for it to quickly change into a smirk. What a fool he was. ‘But I won’t go; not today, maybe not even tomorrow. Soon—it’ll be soon—but not today.’

Now he turned from the building entirely. He gently offered a hand to the girl standing before him silently and tried to infuse his expression with what he hoped was warmth. It was part of his job, after all.

“Come along Michelle. There’s a cafe nearby and I think the both of us could do with something warm, don’t you?”

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Doctor if I have something troubling me can I talk to you about it?

The rearranging of papers is forgotten as the question draws the good doctor’s full attention, a genteel smile forming on his lips as he replies easily.

“Of course you can! I’m your counselor, aren’t I?” Danny steps around his desk and takes a seat in one of the comfy chairs situated in the room. His hands remain loose and empty in his lap as he leans towards the other. No notes were necessary this time around—not when his patient was clearly uncomfortable about whatever it was that was weighing on them. He didn’t want to pressure them needlessly. “Please remember that this is a safe place and you can tell me whatever you’d like and it’d remain just between us. In this room your troubles are my troubles and I believe we can work through them together.”

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Because of your Danny posts I went for a much needed eye appointment so thank you for that! uwu

((Hey good on you for bettering your health anon! I’m super horrible about eye appointments myself lol. I’m proud of you!!))

“You went and saw someone about your eyes? That’s wonderful!!”

“My my, I was wondering why those peepers looked extra shiny today and now I know why! And here I thought they couldn’t improve!” He gives the other an affectionate pat on the head before letting his hand drop to their chin and directing their face upwards. “Ahh…although—”

“—next time let me look at them, okay? Such wonderful, beautiful peepers can’t be seen by just anyone…”

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“I figured it’d be nice to be polite once in awhile.” From (a modern) Azuna to Danny

Hello Charlotte starter sentences

Cordiality in such a place—a place lying enshrouded in the ever looming desperation of those condemned to ‘live’ in such an institution—was rare, indeed the doctor’s first instinct was to withdraw, to scoff, to lash out and stake a claim to (their eyes!!) god knew what—

But he didn’t.

Instead Daniel paused, clearly collecting himself and using the grace period to recall what he knew of this woman and her connection to the others employed here along with their charges. Azuna. She worked on the floor above him and they rarely crossed paths, she worked with….the nurses? The smell of antiseptic—sharp and clear in contrast to the usual odors of blood and the other bodily discharges left or drawn from their guests—was unmistakable and it quickly triggered a far more detailed association in his mind, such was the man’s ability to analyze and recall even the slightest of details.

She’d been brought here to help keep track of their more troublesome sinners ‘patients’, the ones that even he had trouble getting through to. For all pretenses Azuna’s presence was meant to make things easier for all involved and it did—but only on the surface. The underlying reason—the t r u e reason—was far more enjoyable, far more real and viciously fitting: having such a talented doctor on site prolonged the prisoners lives. Not in regards to their sentencing; no nothing in the world could stop that, but it kept them from injuring either themselves or one another. Her being there gave him—not to mention Cathy and the small number of people involved in their little experiment—more time to play their game.

So when she showed up downstairs on his floor with a mug of coffee and his papers—papers he had mistakenly left upstairs on some table somewhere, silly Daniel!—he smiled at her graciously. It was a smile he generally reserved for the most downtrodden. The children he spoke to saw it a lot, the prisoners less so.

“Why thank you, miss Azuna!”

He took the proffered items and set them on his desk, his hands folding together neatly on top of the returned paperwork. “I was just wondering where these reports had gotten to! Thanks to you I can get my next appointment on time today, Eddie’s parents will be pleased.” The sooner he got to t h a t conversation the better, honestly. Eddie had been terribly erratic as of late—a far cry from the usually cheerful and diligent boy—and that was interesting troubling indeed. “Was there something you needed my assistance with before I headed out or were you just dropping these off?”

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body language -

Muse: Daniel ‘Danny‘ Dickens

defensiveness.

arms crossed on chest  /   crossing legs   /   fist-like gestures  /   pointing index finger  /  karate chops   /   stiffening of shoulders  /  tense posture  /   curling of lip  /   baring of teeth

reflective.

hand-to-face gestures (If agitated his hand will hover near or over his right eye---sometimes this move is a subconscious, automatic one) /  head tilted  /  stroking chin  /   peering over glasses   /   taking glasses off — cleaning   /   putting earpiece of glasses in mouth   /   pipe smoker gestures   / putting hand to bridge of nose  /   pursed lips, knitted brows

suspicion.

arms crossed  /   sideways glance  /   touching or rubbing nose   /   rubbing eyes  /  hands resting on weapon /   brows raising  /   lips pressing into a thin line  /   strict, unwavering eye contact  /   wrinkling of nose

confidence.

hands behind back  /   hands on lapels of coat  /   steepled hands   /   baring teeth in a grin   rolling shoulders   /  tipping head back but maintaining eye contact  /   chest puffed up  / shoulders back  /   arms folded just above navel   /   wide eyes  /   standing akimbo

insecurity & anxiety.

chewing pen or pencil  /  rubbing thumb over opposite thumb  /   biting fingernails   /  hands in pockets   /   elbow bent   /  closed gestures /  clearing throat /   “whew” sound  /   picking or pinching flesh  /  fidgeting in chair /   hand covering mouth whilst speaking  /   poor eye contact /   tugging at pants whilst seated   /   jingling money in pockets   /   tugging at ear   /  perspiring hands   /  playing with hair  /   swaying  /   playing with pointer/marker/cane   /  smacking lips  / sighing /  rocking on balls of feet  /   flexing or cracking fingers sporadically

frustration.

short breaths  /   “tsk” sounds  /  tightly-clenched hands /  fist-like gestures   /  pointing index finger  /  rubbing hand through hair  /   rubbing back of neck  /  snarling  /  revealing teeth   / grimacing  /   sharp-eyed glowers w/ notable tension in brow  /   shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing   /   clenching of jaw  /   grinding teeth  /   nostrils flaring   /  heavy exhales

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~"Excuse me young man, is your mother home right now?" (for kid!Danny ;;; )

((This is honestly one of my favorite time frames so thank you for this ; v ; ))

The woman—a salesperson?—was smiling a bright, professional smile but the young boy who had answered the door wasn’t fooled. Her mouth was smiling but her eyes weren’t. It was a look he’d seen every day since the day he was born and knew there was something different—something w r o n g—with him. He could see them helplessly flicking towards the bandage covering the place where his own right eye should be. That false smile would turn into a snarl soon enough. Her kind words would dissolve into jeering screeches, her soft manicured hands turning into claws as they hooked themselves around the nearest rock. Yes, soon enough. There was one other thing he knew, too: he hated her for that flickering gaze.

But in this moment she was obliviously polite and so the boy, after a faint clearing of his throat, spoke. His voice was soft with an airy quality to it as if he didn’t speak much at all.

“—My mother isn’t awake right now, she’s upstairs sleeping. If I wake her she’ll be cross so please come back another time.” This response is punctuated with the faint click of the door as he closes it on her, with the muffled rattling of a chain following suite suggesting the young one had re-locked the door.

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~The girl is feeling mischievous so what does she do? Why she lobs an apple at Danny's head with a bare minimum warning of course! "Hey Danny, think fast!" Perfect.

(WHY YOU ALWAYS GOTTA THROW S H I T))

There’s a flat smacking sound as the edible projectile is caught with surprising deftness, Danny utilizing calm reflexes that no doubt surprise both his present patient not to mention most of the people who labor under the assumption that he’s weak. He isn’t, but let them believe the lie.

The apple is deposited on the desk so that Danny can return his hands to their original position laced together in his lap. His gaze is somewhat fixed, watching the young woman sitting across from his closely. He isn’t smiling–a rarity for him. In fact, she’d done something that he didn’t like—not at all—but that’s not what they were here for, now was it? They were here for her, not him.

“—-Have I done something to upset you?” His tone is oddly flat, cold even. Another change. “Radial changes in behavior; including aggression like you just displayed, are often signs of more concerning problems. Are you feeling stressed? Anxious? Depressed?”

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Horror genre aesthetics

Muse: Daniel ‘Danny’ Dickens

GOTHIC HORROR

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.    cellos.   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.  spiders.   books.

CLASSIC HORROR

black   &   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. trans-atlantic accents.   private detectives.   dinner parties.   haunted mansions.   alcohol in glass decanters.  cobwebs.   perfect blonde curls.   kitchen knives.   shock.   cellars.  dust.  dark alleys.  empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses.   radiation.  zombies.  serial murder. paranoia. the city.   witches.  the devil.  conspiracies.   amulets.  abject terror.   the american south.   the american northeast.    england.   analog cameras.

SLASHERS

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

PARANORMAL HORROR

malevolent spirits.  seances.   spells.   missing bodies.   hidden graves.   white noise.  static. flickering lights.   rings of salt.   demons.  poltergeists. dark histories.   old buildings. cold air. mausoleums.   wells.   urban exploration.   a dog barking at something you can’t see.   black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before  but can’t for the life of you figure out where.   dark bodies of water.   crucifixes.   priests.  possession. exorcisms.   dolls.   jump scares.

CRYPTID   &   URBAN LEGEND HORROR

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.   abandoned houses.  unlabeled cassette tapes.  bugs.   big cities.   urban crimes.  clowns.   something rustling outside your window.   glowing light.   unsolved mysteries.   suburbia.  mirrors.  the american pacific northwest.   the american midwest.   the american east coast.   hiking   /   backpacking.

THRILLERS

daylight.   fluorescent lighting.  morgues.   asylums.   unwavering eye contact.  tension.  lit rooms with no one inside them.   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.

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~'Dark secret' for DannyxKala ((ﾉ´∀｀*))

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He hadn’t wanted them as he had the others. No, the eyes Daniel held in his palm only gave him a feeling of contempt, a feeling that only rose bile-like as he dropped them to the faintly checkered floor and stomped them into mush with one of his shoes. The prisoner—602? 604? It didn’t matter much now—lay where Danny had momentarily left him, sprawled across his (usually) neat little desk with his blood seeping into its wooden top.

Daniel had; from the first time he’d seen the eyes of the now dead prisoner, been reminded of rats. Rats that were skittering around in the man’s eye sockets and desperate for something—anything—to sink their teeth into. It was almost alarmingly easy just how fast the situation had escalated during what was to be their last session. Daniel had merely chosen his words very carefully, picked the most thorny ones and played them out one by one and the rest was a waiting game. He didn’t have to wait long.

The rat man had snapped and had lunged at him—forgetting for a moment that he was still bound to a rather burdensome manacle—and Daniel had every excuse in the world. The struggle had been messy but brief and now in its aftermath—god, there was even blood on the lamp perched at the far end of his desk!—Daniel felt no satisfaction. He didn’t feel any sort of accomplishment for ridding the world of another rotten pest at all, he merely felt…disgusted. Overwhelmingly disgusted.

He fancied that he felt something squirming underneath his shoe, his ears intuiting a faint scratching sound emanating against his sole and his initially tight lipped grimace evolved into a silent snarl. Daniel’s foot rose (no rat came out from underneath it but he saw it all the same, despite all there was was a wet, bloody mess) and the muscles in his leg tensed momentarily in preparation to stomp again…and then a gasp made him stop.

Despite knowing better Daniel’s head immediately snapped left towards the dead man; a part of him expecting him to be sitting up and (scratching) clawing at the holes in his face as if trying to get back inside, and when he found the man still lying inert he turns bodily as his ears catch the distinctive rattle of the door handle—the one that locked as soon as someone entered the room and shut the door, a fine precaution—and now it was his turn to gasp.

Someone had come into the room.

Daniel stood frozen inside of what was, undoubtedly, a horrifying scene as the young woman tried to back away against the door. Daniel’s mind moved quickly, taking in the intruder’s features at a breakneck pace—she wasn’t a prisoner, she was clearly one of the workers in the prison, someone—

His mind snagged and then caught: Kala. The young woman’s name was Kala. With recognition came association and Daniel recalled Cathy saying something about this girl; about how she was too sensitive for this line of work (absolutely not a good fit for their ‘project’), something about a puppy crush….

Daniel had begun walking towards her at a pace that would take him all of three long legged strides to reach her and as he drew nearer Daniel found himself stopping short. His breath hitched inside his chest and the flagging, leftover adrenaline in his system suddenly recharged itself—albeit for a reason far more enjoyable than self-defense murder. He was captivated by her e y e s.

Up until now he’d never really looked at this girl, not in any meaningful way anyhow. Cathy had gleefully confided in him once that she, meaning Kala, harbored quite a crush on him—strange, but not wholly uncommon—and Daniel had brushed it off like all the others. He was too busy to even consider such things. He was too consumed by his own needs to worry about the needs of others and yet….yet….

She’d never looked at him before, she’d always kept her head down as she worked (Shyness? A holdover from this crush of hers?) but now she was. Their eyes were irrevocably locked and Daniel found himself staring at a pair of pale blue eyes that alarmed him. His breath hitched again and he let it out in a shuddering exhale. He drew closer, his body beginning to shiver. Her eyes—!!

The fear in them was palpable, dampening them in such a way that made his heart lurch. She was afraid, she was paralyzed with it, and still he drew closer. His hands—he’d wiped them off on his coat without even realizing it—rose and cradled her face in-between them, his fingers automatically brushing her blonde hair away from her cheeks and face so it wouldn’t obstruct his view. The shivers currently wracking his body seemed to transfer and soon the girl was trembling too, her lips quivering while the water in her eyes threatened to spill over.

“It’s alright,” his voice sounded a million miles away to his ears but he kept going, “We had a….bit of a disagreement. This prisoner became violent during our session and regrettably things escalated. You needn’t worry my dear.” This small endearment seemed to do the trick and he felt the girl—this puppy—relax slightly under his touch. That was good. He wanted her calm. He wanted his view to be unobstructed. Daniel watched avidly as some of her terror fueled thousand yard stare seemed to focus and collect itself into something more….present. Daniel could even fancy the beginnings of a faint blush appearing on the other’s cheeks.

He took this change as a cue to move closer, his own eyes widening with excitement the closer he got to the blue eyes of the other. Something good had come of this mess after all, perhaps something useful, even. He didn’t know how much she’d seen but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that his body was screaming at him to posses the eyes currently locked onto his own, no matter what the cost.

“It’s alright,” Daniel repeated as a smile formed on his lips and his hands—regretfully, or so it felt—fell away from her face only to settle onto the girl’s shoulders. “Let’s go and fetch Cathy to clean up this accident, hm? Afterwards we can relax, perhaps even have a private talk.” This was met with a nod and Daniel gave the girl’s shoulders an encouraging squeeze, the still cooling corpse of the rat man prisoner now forgotten entirely.