Grunge Makeup Looks 소설 & 이야기

Everyone saw my body and assumed I was going to cry if I broke a fingernail. “So pretty in your little frame.” Nora finished her makeup. She watched me for a moment as I finished my smoky eye. “I love that look on you. Such a badass. Those black matted nails will bring the whole look together.” “That’s me. The badass!” Smiling at her, I just looked at my creation. “Here.” Nora grabbed some bobbypins and pulled the right side of my hair back, pinning it behind my ear. “There, that looks better.” The curls around the left side of my face made my jaw really stand out. The velvetly dark purple streak was in full view.

Knowing I had a couple of minute ,I ducked into the ladies room and gave myself a brief once over in the mirror. It was Halloween, and I had fully dressed the part; going with the all out goth appearance I usually reserved for the clubs and my art exhibits. I had straightened my normally curly jet black hair, so that it now hung down to my waist, and besides my deep red lipstick the only make up I was wearing was heavy black eye shadow and eye liner which served to further accentuate my Ivory -or as I liked to think of it at this time of year- ghostly complexion. The dark eye makeup also called attention to one of if not my best feature; my all but transparent crystal blue eyes.

The girl with the burgundy colored hair in a side-swept crop, only scoffs at Kitra, taking a step back as she fires wickedly, “You could never undo the ghoul haunts I cast on you back at junior high. I advise you run along to Zorien before I make your bling-bling life a miserable hell, Kitra” What a jarring surprise to see Kitra getting whooped as she grits her teeth angrily and stomps away with a flustered expression. Just who is this girl to have made the arrogant brat cower like that? I’m still staring at her with wide eyes when she turns and catches my gaze. She giggles behind her palm, walking towards. Decked in smokey gothic makeup, a black choker around her neck with a ring piercing i

She grinned. She wore a black denim shorts and a glittery skull tank top with long cardigan and pink sneakers. She didn’t wear any make up but her natural pink cheeks and pigmented wine colour lips was already bright enough without her lipstick. Her brow was thick, neat and plucked to shape while her eyelashes was thick and curled on it’s own, thanks to her Indian genes with her gold eyes that was already good enough for her to not wear any make up at all.

What was in front of her was a very beautiful woman, extraordinarily beautiful with a makeup that wasn't too thick but that fit perfectly on all sides. Zack is indeed a very talented makeup artist and is very famous of course with his very, very expensive one-time make-up rates. Renee had heard this makeup name many times in the media before, but never thought that she would feel the cold hands of this talented makeup artist. Her eyes were wide, strong and fragile with a golden brown finish, and Zack in such a way that accentuates the structure of her tall cheekbones so that she looks attractive and aristocratic. Her lips are polished with a peach color lipstick with a nuance that makes her

I was going to do it at the ball. Learning about werewolves had only hardened my resolve. I didn't want 'Rose' to be a distraction. If Matt got hurt because of me, I didn't know what I would do with myself. I had to do this. For him. I put my hair into a half-up, half-down hairstyle. The down portion of my hair fell in soft waves down my back while the rest of it was pulled away from my face, meeting in the back and being held in place by a hair piece that resembled a gold dagger. For my makeup, I had decided on a black smokey eye with gold to make it pop. Not that anyone would see it behind the gold mask, but I would have felt unfinished if I hadn't done anything. My lips were a deep red to

Jade turned me towards the mirror and grinned widely, proud of her masterpiece. My hair was styled with messy beach-waves, making it look much thicker than normal. Whatever the used also made it look more vibrant. Makeup was more dramatic than I normally did mine, but it looked good. I had the perfect smokey eye, which was highlighted with black cat’s eye liner. My lips were bronze and made them look fuller than they usually did.

I muttered, rolling my eyes. The auburn wig was only the start. Beneath it, Gerald's contacts had turned my amber eyes into an eerie shade of moss green. A thin layer of powder softened the angles of my cheekbones, while some clever contouring added bulk around my jaw. A false nosepiece shifted my profile just enough that even I wanted to ask who I was staring at.

“Excuse me, ladies.” “Change your mind, hon?” The brunette winks at me. “Maybe help you workout a few knots in those muscles of yours?” She’s wearing heavy makeup, but it’s not well done. It’s almost like costume or theatre makeup. Her eyeshadow is a little too purple and her lipstick is a little too bright red. She’s wearing fake lashes that make it look like she’s wearing spiders above her eyes and her eyebrows are heavily penciled in with a color that doesn’t match her skintone. She smells like a werewolf, but she’s not a rogue. She’s also wearing a perfume that reminds me of an apple dipped in toxic chemicals.

The result was stunning, even by my own high standards. Satisfied with her work, I moved to the mirror and began applying my signature makeup. I opted for a subtle yet elegant look, blending soft nude and champagne tones with a touch of shimmer. A swipe of black eyeliner gave my almond-shaped eyes a striking definition, while bold red lipstick added a pop of color that perfectly complemented the understated eye makeup. It was a statement look—bold yet refined.