self-indulgent goth!levi headcanonsĀ
visual
black turtlenecks/sweaters. trench coats. platform docs. single cross earring, lots of other cartilage and lobe piercings. silver chain necklaces and rings on his fingers. tiny smudge of black eyeliner - enough to make him look sexy in the dead kind of way. hair always an inky black and purposefully tousled.
he doesnāt just wear black ā sometimes he wears gray.
hange calls him ātwilightā ļæ¼
comes off twice as intimidating with his dark, gloomy style and capricorn rbf.
vinyl collector. loves the classics like the cure, type o negative, depeche mode, bauhaus, joy division, etc. also likes russian doomer music. would punch morrissey in the face given the chance.
secretly listens to more than just goth music, heās by no means a music purist and thinks anyone that gatekeeps genres is a pretentious idiot
apartment is filled with his moody mixed-media paintings, candles, houseplants, ethical furs, gothic poetry books and horror novels, crystals, ornate mirrors, crates and crates of records, etc.
has three black cats probably named after demons. or something spooky and relevant, like binx.
harbors a secret romantic side and would write you wax-sealed love letters with song lyrics like āwhen i think about you, flowers grow out of my graveā
works as a barista. prefers tea over coffee by far, but he can do cool latte art like skulls and pentagrams. or cats. secretly enjoys pumpkin spice flavors in the fall.
