Trad Goth Makeup Novels & Stories

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 water was the perfect temperature and the shower head was very fancy, having four different settings. Stepping out she wraps her body in a big fluffy gray towel, flipping her hair over she wraps the towel around her head. Walking out the cats freak out for a second seeing her, realizing it was there momma they relax. Sitting at the vanity in the closet she pulls her makeup out of her makeup bag, applying her foundation to her face she blends it in with her egg sponge. Applying some black eyeshadow and eyeliner she smiles, looking up and seeing her normal gothic-ish type makeup. Pulling her mascara out she brushes it on her eyelashes, causing them to POP!

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.

All the boys are required to wear makeup. The eyeshadow I used was James Charles ’collaboration with Morphe. We need a rainbow eyeshadow. Fortunately, I finished Vincent and Lester so they are applying foundation. Gio approached me and I started to his face. This is my third time to do his makeup. I love his eyelids because they are not hooded and you can easily apply an eyeshadow. I finished his face and it was good that Lester and I helped other men with makeup so we were quicker. Gio and I got dressed and put on the short skirt. I wore the skirt that Eloisa borrowed and it was good that all boys have cycling.

I want it to be a night to remember, and if that means showcasing the bulge—so be it. I tie the look together with black Doc Martens. Star sprays body glitter all over me before sitting me down to put on my face. Star is a seriously talented makeup artist, and tonight they expertly doll me up with a dewy face and muted, neutral pink lips, letting my eyes become the focal point. Continuing the rainbow theme, they line my eyes with every color of the rainbow, starting with red at the inner corners and ending with violet in a sharp, winged cat-eye. Then, Star mirrors the rainbow colors above, along my eyebrow arches, creating a striking second wing effect. Glitter is liberally dusted all over m

He grunted, "Damn, this toy is as heavy as a human." Daniel explained, "It's made to match a real body one-to-one. Even the parts are carefully replicated." George admired my body, his eyes wandering all over, making my body burn. I never once expected a stranger to look at me that way. A burning desire deep in me instantly lit up. He fondled my fullness, then let his hands wander to my waist before placing them on my abdomen. He lifted my skirt to admire my bottom half. To make things more convincing, Daniel had not let me wear any underwear.

The last time I modeled it, his eyes widened in excitement. It’s a plain denim spaghetti strap short romper. That has little flowers on the straps and outlining the pockets, with a matching belt and long silk headband. I use the scarf as a neck sash to camouflage my throat. I don’t have to hide my bruises, but this looks cute. I hope he likes it. I watch a makeup tutorial from Gio and a lovely model. With it, I’m able to hide the discolorations on my face. I did a decent job, and it gave me time to write, as that’s all I’ve been doing.

And until he had news (a clue, the jerk) I wouldn't hear anything. I reached out to him, felt the connection between us, but that was all I felt. He was either too far away or-damn it, Syd, stop that. Stop. That. Right. Now. The shower was hot and immediate and helped with some of the redness and puffies I always got from crying. At least, it made the rest of me pink so I matched. I dressed in black jeans and a T-shirt with a pentagram screen printed in silver. The ideal apparel for Blood's send-off. I even used some of the black eye liner Pain had given me for my birthday. My reflection was kind of badass. Meet Syd, el Gotho.

pag sang ayon ni Tracy kahit di nito alam ang dahilan. Nagpatuloy na ulit ang make up artist sa pagmi make up sa akin, and even used all liquid foundations, make up lipstick para hindi na maalis dahil sa patuloy na pag agos ng aking mga luha at paglabas ng butil butil kong mga pawis na ramdam kong b**ang b**a na ang likuran ng aking gown. ***

Over it, I wore an unzipped black hoodie made of a thin, shiny material, designed to catch the colored lights of the club. I sat down at my wobbly table and began the final, most important part of the transformation. The makeup. I was an artist at it. I had practiced for hours with cheap drugstore cosmetics until I had perfected the look. I used dark kohl eyeliner to make my eyes look bigger, more feral, more mysterious. I added a touch of silver glitter to my lids. My lips I painted a dark, glossy red. They looked full, bruised, and utterly ready to be bitten.