Nothing To Do, Nowhere To Go - RaMell Ross

Playing with fucking napalm Playing with doll parts

Beneath the mask, what do you see?

Stone Temple Pilots - Naked Sunday

Hey I just finished reading chap 4 of ur fic and Im only slightly frothing at the mouth.

You mentioned that fragrance site, any recommendations for Danny's cologne? His natural scent?

Also is ur name bloodlines from Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines? 👀

Awesome!!! Thank you for reading ❤️

I don't think what I wrote exists exactly! Can't find anything using the search, at least. I used things that are real notes that could be in a perfume or cologne though.

He's functional in society and he's also vain, so I'd imagine that he showers and keeps his costume clean. Presumably would also develop his own photos, so probably washes his hands a lot. Maybe, when he worked the Roseville Gazette office, he just smelled like a subtle bar soap, saddle soap from polishing leather on a regular basis, and whatever his skin smells like.

Then he has his other side. Sweltering while stalking and ambushing, wearing bold fragrances for dramatic effect. If you had the misfortune of encountering him in the evening, you'd get a wilder experience. I imagine he's gotta, to some degree or other, smell like sweat because the guy:

picked the worst costume for Florida

doesn't have functional air conditioning in either his car or home in Florida

is too hyperfocused on murder to prioritize self care

I was trying to think of a snappy name related to Pig, but I think V:tMB did have some influence because it is, in fact, one of my favorite games!

Today, Sunday, I got taken out for a celebratory meal. The live music was a gen Xer playing like Nirvana and Alice in Chains bangers that I would not tend to associate with midday dining to a captive audience of confused boomers. My partner and I just turned to each other and went "is this grunch? are we experiencing grunch?"

Autechre - Eutow

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