Novel & Cerita Masculine Makeup

Things we couldn’t possibly prepare for. Adonis smiled at me, his thick red lipstick a little smeared at the corner. He was wearing an enormous blonde wig, and his eye make-up was dramatic, complete with thick false lashes. Glitter adorned his cheeks, and his tight red satin dress and cape went all the way down to his heels. I barely recognized him under all the make up and glitter. “We got this,” he said to me.

That's why I used it, because I would definitely be doing a lot of dancing and sweating so I didn't want something that would go down with my sweat. Now, mascara. I used manasi 7 precision mascara because it gives me an awesome flutter. I used one coat of black mascara to make my eyes pop. As before, I proceeded to build slowly and in layers, from the roots to the ends. I used a second coat for some of that sexy nighttime party vibes. I looked great already. I took a wipe and wiped off the previous lipstick mix I'd taken time to perfect. Then I brought out my tinted love ilia satin cream lip crayon because it gives the perfect sleek mauve.

Not to mention what looked like three train cases of makeup. They're giving me a fucking makeover.

Their eyes were filled with the terror of men trapped between death in front and death behind. A wine-red bodycon dress, the hem cut short to the upper thigh, over-the-knee boots with thin heels clicking a staccato rhythm on the marble. Her makeup was the kind of piled-on expense—eyebrows drawn without a single stray hair, lashes unnaturally dense, lips painted a dried rose color. But it was a mask. A cold, rigid, polished shell. Every brushstroke of foundation declared whose seed she came from, and also declared what that face was being used to cover up.

“And stay…very still.” I smile at Frankie as he does as he’s told and I open my liquid mascara, very carefully drawing a long line of it down by the edge of his lashes. As I do, I consider again how good looking he is. His face, in the end, doesn’t really lend itself to the kind of feminine lines I’ve painted on him with my makeup kit. But with that strong jaw, and his full lips, and the unfair length of his eyelashes? Damn, but Frankie really is pretty. Boy pretty.

Makeup is not a mask. Makeup is art. Makeup is Passion. Makeup is an expression. I found the quote to be true when my eyes fell on the mirror, and I gawked at the girl staring back. Her hair was swept up in a messy ballerina bun with curls falling around her round face, and her makeup was immaculately perfect. Smokey eyeshadow under freshly waxed eyebrows, made the baby blue in her eyes pop like a blue lagoon in a dark cave, and light pink lipstick adorned her lips in complement to the blush on her cheeks.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

We salute Liam Ocampo in this building. Austin. Unlike Bob’ and Liam’s, his jeans don't have any rips. Underneath his ‘shades of grey’ flannels is a high/low crop shirt with My Chemical Romance’s logo printed over it. His makeup is Gerard Way’s mask makeup, but instead of black, it’s red. He also has a blood-red lipstick and black in a few corners--Liam probably forced Austin to makeover him because Austin is never this good at makeup, nor fashion sense maybe. Lastly, they look at me. Fuck I should’ve shown them the picture I took before going because now I look like a mess and I stink like hell. If anything, HOW DO THEY MANAGE TO HAVE THEIR MAKE-UP NOT RUINED!?

Instead of getting angry, Celine smiled and thanked Zack for accommodating her wishes. The next day, Celine's family was busy, especially Gina. The girl sat with concentration. In front of her, a feminine-looking man was applying makeup to his face. The man's hands skillfully shaped symmetrical and neat eyebrows. He then applied two-color eyeshadow matching Gina's skin tone. After that, the man applied eyeliner and mascara to Gina's eyelashes. The combination of solid eye makeup and soft lips made Gina look wonderful. Anyone would be mesmerized seeing the girl. Not to mention Gina's future husband, who had been ready at home since earlier.

Mason and I soon got ready and we both went to the clothing store just a few miles away from our house and I didn’t expect shopping with Mason to be so fun but it was and I enjoyed every bit of it. We got some clothes for me and Mason brought out a bikini and despite my insistence, he made sure he got it. We walked to the makeup aisle and he raised an eyebrow. “Uhh, what are you doing?” He asked and I picked up two shades of foundations as I turned to look at me. “Getting makeup, you told me I looked sexy, remember?” I asked and he laughed. “Yeah but that’s supposed to be for me, you don’t need makeup, you’re sexy just the way you are and adding makeup to it will make those guys stare at you