LunaLore is dressed as Art the Clown, but make it fashion—and she’s watching Terrifier 2 like it’s a comfort film. This is also the day I found out that Art is actually a Clime—a mimic and a clown, because I truly cannot understand if they’re going for one or the other a bit more.
Full black-and-white clown suit, ruffled collar, blood-splatter detailing done by hand (with glitter glue), and a smile painted so wide it’s legally a jump scare. She’s not just cosplaying—she’s committing. Horn in one hand, popcorn in the other, and the kind of giggle that makes people triple-check the locks. Her makeup? Flawless. Terrifying. Smudge-proof through screams. Neighbors are concerned. Roommates moved out. Her emotional support weapon is a trash bag full of snacks and fake limbs for props.
The clownery? Professional. The dedication? Alarming. The vibe? If Hot Topic and a haunted carousel had a baby and raised it on slashers and sarcasm. LunaLore came, she cackled, she traumatized everyone at the party. Art the Clown would be so proud.
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