#᛭ — [AESTHETICS] decay corrodes frail sanctity [CHROLLO LUCILFER]

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Crime Drama Archetype Aesthetics

(Bold what applies to your muse, italics for things that apply situationally and/or only in certain verses. Repost, don't reblog!)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨: a small home full of medals // the scent of justice // the adrenaline rush before busting a crime scene // trusting in the team // sworn oaths // the city's skyline from the roof of the police station // radio chatter // protecting those who can't protect themselves // a last stand // crime scene tape

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫: a revolver resting in the drawer // the taste of cheap whiskey // constant reminders of past mistakes // a shadowy figure in the alley // being known in every bar // a fight in the backroom // blood on leather gloves // your name whispered in the underworld // broken laws for the greater good // an act of defiance against the system

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐝𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥: a drawer full of candy wrappers // an unexpected knack for solving cases // a fascination with the improbable // the comfort in eccentricity // midnight oil burning for a case // chaotic notes leading to the truth // a genius in their own world // the thrill of a new challenge // the final piece of the puzzle falling into place // a colourful scarf among the grey suits

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝: worn out gloves from punching the bag // a growl in the voice // a reputation that precedes you // a fist through the wall // harsh words with a caring undertone // a cigarette burning in the ashtray // the anger that fuels everything // a grudge held too long // begrudging respect from colleagues // an unexpected show of loyalty

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: working late nights // a plan that doesn't include going home // being unable to return to the way things once were // a whiskey bottle in the bottom drawer // the cold touch of a gravestone // silence in a room once filled with laughter // old photographs gathering dust // the echo of a voice no longer there // a past that refuses to be forgotten // knowing that nobody knows what to say

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝-𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲: a flask of strong coffee // a siren in the distance // the familiar smell of gunpowder // a smoker's cough // secrets buried deep // a sigh of frustration // a heavy sense of cynicism // crime scene photos that haunt dreams // a stare that has seen too much // a cold case reopened

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫: the sharp smell of chemicals // a doctor's coat stained with blood // hands that have tried to mend too many // the solemn silence of the dead // precision in every movement // the precise language of medicine // a race against time // the responsibility of life and death // blood spatters on white walls // an oath never to be broken

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