Grunge Makeup Looks 소설 & 이야기

He grins, and pushes at Celine to get her to move faster, she chuckles and gets up, “Aw, hell yeah, Honey! Make me a different kind of Queen!” They all dissolve into laughter as Lara works on Greyson. He ends up looking very elegant, with just a touch of mascara and eyeliner. A gentle smoky eye and a hint of lipstick only a shade darker than his own lips with some lip-gloss for shine. He’s very happy, and peacocking around the room, flipping his hair. As Lara moves on to the next person.

Then, sadly I realized I had completely forgotten the fact that it was a night club I was going to and I had done a whole freaking daytime makeup and it was so fucking angering. I punched my pillow to contain my anger and annoyance at myself. Then I realized I could just transition the whole thing into a night time makeup. I decided to just build on the daytime makeup I'd already done. I started out with my black color outline eye pencil. It comes in a creamy jet black that glides on sleekly and looks fantastic smudged out for a more lived-in look.

I craved curves now, not the six pack this girl bore. My eyes finally meet hers. The girl is pretty, blonde or strawberry blonde I think. Blue eyes, your typical girl next door, except for the full face of makeup. Not casual makeup. It's almost full glam, a striking contrast to her outfit. She looks mismatched, my first impression one of surprise but a cringe type of surprise. The severely over lined, overdone lips are a pathetic scream for attention. The very obviously fake, one inch long lashes aren't something people wear when they're actually working out.

Nora P.O.V The dressing room was dimly lit, its walls lined with vanity mirrors surrounded by faded, yellowed bulbs. I leaned into one of the mirrors, smoothing the blush on my cheekbone with a flick of the brush, watching how the shadows played against my face. My reflection looked like a different person—long pink hair cascading down in waves, lips painted deep red, and golden eyeshadow making my eyes gleam beneath hazel brown contacts. The makeup was thick, almost theatrical, but it did its job of transforming me.

I no longer know. I sat down at the vanity with its clear mirrors. The brushes, the powders, everything was there, an arsenal of transformation. I closed my eyes for a moment, searching within myself for the face I was meant to become. Then I got to work. Makeup is a mask, but also armor. A light foundation to even out skin pale from stress. A touch of concealer for the dark circles, those stigmas of sleepless nights and swallowed tears. On my eyelids, I blended shades of gray and taupe, a sfumato that widens the gaze without making it an invitation. A discreet line of kohl to underline, not to draw. Mascara, just one coat, so my lashes become fringes of shadow, not fluttering wings. My chee

Carefully opening it, I examined the array of colors available to me. With a determined expression, I picked up the deep red lipstick and applied it, adding a touch of mystery and power to my look. Next, I chose a smoky eyeshadow palette, blending the dark grays and shimmering blacks. It enhanced my eyes, giving them an intensity that matched my resolve. Finally, I brushed a touch of blush on my cheeks, adding a subtle hint of color to my otherwise pale complexion.

I was relieved when he shot his load in my and turned me lose to get ready. The makeup experience was a lot like the night before, lots of pinching and groping and a little fingering but the stylists and make up artists seemed too busy to fuck me. I think they were too concerned about us ruining our lipstick to make us blow them. The makeup was heavier tonight - dark lips, eyes made to look anime huge with sweeping false lashes, rouged nipples and shimmering powder on our tits and ass. They "dressed" us in more chains, delicate jeweled strands that draped across our chests and cleaved ass and cunt, with especially big jewels rubbing our clits. Our hair was fluffed and curled and set with shi

NATHALIE’S POV - “Are you ready to see the stunning new look of this year’s most beautiful wedding guest?!” Purple, the flamboyant makeup artist who did my makeup, excitedly announced. They had just finished doing my makeup. I heard the makeup look they did for me was vanilla makeup. As for my hair, it was a half ponytail that they curled into a wavy style.

I pressed my hands to my face and groaned, then I looked at my reflection and said, "God, Ellie, shut the fuck up." Every outfit I owned suddenly felt like a crime against humanity. I wanted something sexy, but not like slutty Halloween nurse sexy. I wanted to look cute, but not like middle schooler on picture day cute. Finally, I settled on a black tank top and jeans which were totally basic, but it hugged my body in ways that didn't make me look like a total potato. And then my makeup was another nightmare. I went with some light eyeliner and lipgloss, because if I showed up with some smokey eye disaster, Beck would probably think I was auditioning for a role in The Underworld.

The second was a heel, of the same color, very thin and high. The hair was something very voluminous, with waves made by the trio. The make-up was something with well marked skin and a shimmery effect, and eyes smoky with brown. As my dress, by itself, calls attention, I opted for a weaker makeup, something not too strong, I marked my lips with a brown lipstick.