#“Musicals of the False Siren” ── * Inspirational music

[necromancyandtendrils]

Open starter; "A False Siren's call"

[ This is a starter call! Any mutuals is welcome! CRK only! ]

Note: Feel free to make any changes in the starter in your response! that include setting, or even your characters [if you are rping more than one, and so on! just do not control my own character thanks!].

Today was oddly dark, you had decided to go out on a brisk walk until you began to hear a voice that had travelled through the wind, it was singing, and oddly enough, it had power behind it, the voice seemed to be becoming you over as you could not help but to curiously make your way over to the sound,

That was when you saw it. A cookie singing to herself, alone. Did you recognize her? Regardless, the voice sounded like something that a loving mother would sing to their child if they needed to calm down...

"ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ

ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ-

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴄʀᴀꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ, ᴏʜʜ-

ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ?

ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜᴇᴅ?

ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛᴀᴋᴇ?

ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢʟᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴀᴄᴇ?"

The singing died off quickly the moment she looked over and saw you staring at her, she could only see a pair of eyes from the shaded spot you were hiding in.

There was an awkward silence as she looked rather startled that you found her, her expression changed again, realizing what she must of done, it looked like she felt a bit guilty for luring you in unintentionally.

"Oh... I thought I was alone. I didn't mean to bother you."

She then looked back up to get a better look at who it was

"I know you're hiding, please show yourself, I won't hurt you."

[earthbreadandtendrils]

This is Candy Eye Cookie's chosen main theme

OP: @earthbreadandtendrils | @abyssalcookie | @abyssalreid

Abbey · Mitski - Lush

This is Candy Eye Cookie's Chosen Main theme

Note;

It fits her to a 'T'. She's got an endless hunger, doomed forever to walk in the dark, but always looking towards the light. Deep down she knows what she is, but she will always find a way to push back her true nature, her fate, her destiny. She may not be a "Beast" cookie, but the Beast cookies will always be the next closest thing to her, then it would be the other monsters of Earthbread...

The only difference between her and the Beast cookies is that this "Abomination" is that she fears herself, her true self, "The thing that crawls beneath". The one who is the devourer of this world of earthbread...

p.s. Yes Candy would sing this btw.

[kiwisa]

serenade ✩ cl16

Charles Leclerc x Fem! Famous! Singer! Reader

fluff • 1,500 words • sequel to sweet melody

IN WHICH... a song is better than a thousand words.

The metronome that had been counting the rhythm in your earpiece ⏤ disturbing you, if anything else ⏤ finally ceased as the last notes of your song faded away in a transition which you did not notice, too busy catching your breath. The spotlight faded for a few moments, giving you just enough time to take three big gulps of water, which dripped down your lips to your throat and cleavage, already wet with perspiration.

It was hot on stage. Too hot, you thought, wiping your forehead with a brush of your forearm. The spotlights would turn an autumn evening into a summer afternoon by the sheer force of their light, almost as if the sun itself were trapped in those damned bulbs. The heat did nothing to ease the heaviness of your limbs, exhausted by two intense hours of dancing, singing, sometimes both at the same time. Your legs, arms, and back were aching terribly, but you showed nothing. Why complain about a career you had chosen? As they said, the show must go on.

The cheerful shouts of the crowd gradually brought you out of your trance, though your chest continued to heave rapidly as the spotlights dazzled you. You squinted for a moment, getting used to the artificial daylight again, punctuated by a pixelated starry sky woven by the phones’ flashes.

“Usually, this is the point in the show where I announce that this was the last song…”

You laughed at the reaction of the fans, who were quick to boo you when they realized the enchanted interlude that was this concert was coming to an end. The worries of everyday life, left at the entrance of the stadium, were only waiting for the last note to come back and slump on everyone's shoulders, yours included.

“… But today, because we are in Nice, and because this city is special to me, I have decided to sing a song for you that is just as special. This may be the only time you hear it, so enjoy.”

An assistant brought an acoustic guitar and a stool. No one could see your fingers shaking as you adjusted the microphone stand, anxious at the mere thought of making a false note, of ruining what was supposed to be perfect. Hours and hours of secret rehearsals had brought you to this moment. You would not fuck up something so important to you, to him, was going to fall flat.

“Hm. So… Yeah, this is dedicated to a special someone in the crowd.”

It was hard, but you managed not to turn your head towards the VIP section of the pit, isolated at the front, and far more visible than anything else in the Stade Allianz Riviera. The phones were focused on you, on your every move, reminding you that every second of the concert would be analysed and posted on Twitter within the hour, before being relayed hundreds of thousands of times. That was precisely why, tonight, the music would speak for you, and the notes would replace the words you were not allowed to chant out loud.

Unveiling without saying too much.

Private but not secret.

In your earpiece, the metronome resumed its rhythm, but this time you welcomed it. Like Odysseus and the sirens, the first notes of the song blurred your senses and plunged you into a melodic trance in which only a silhouette stood out. The first words were shakily sung, and you immediately cursed your stress, or perhaps your stupid heart, which was beating furiously in your chest, catching up with the heady metronome. A new rhythm that had begun tuning with another.

Young love was beautiful, so beautiful it inspired poetry.

You were no Hugo, nor Lamartine, nor even a Shakespeare. In your verses, no iambic pentameters, no embracing rhymes; simply the raw evidence of blossoming love, even as the leaves of the trees gradually turned orange.

As the first words rang out, you thought back to that damn crossed-out page, its words never suitable enough to explain the unexplainable. How to describe love? Some had succeeded, with rough metaphors, comparisons to nature, to art. You, faced with the white sheet of paper, with the image of two large green eyes in your mind, found yourself speechless, wordless, unable to put into phrases the love you felt for Charles.

“Love,” a word you had not yet uttered. Too soon to do so, some said. You simply thought that “I love you” was not strong enough.

Your head swayed gently to the rhythm of the strings strummed by your ⏤ still shaky ⏤ fingers, eyebrows furrowed. The low, slow, melodious sound echoed through the speakers and into the hearts of the entire crowd. You just hoped it would touch his.

In the middle of this shapeless mass of people, you could only see him, dazzling in his white shirt. The spotlight didn't allow you to see the expression painted on his face, but nights spent admiring him allowed you to imagine it without any problem: his ears flushed, his mouth folded inwards to avoid seeing them tremble, his fingers playing with his ring…

He'd been to all concerts since the beginning of your relationship ⏤ a few weeks before ⏤ following you to Los Angeles for a festival, to Italy for a concert, without ever hesitating once. Here in Nice ⏤ so close to Monaco ⏤ everything was special. His presence tasted of home.

In the middle of thousands of people, he was the only soul that mattered.

Tears ⏤ an overflow of love at his sight ⏤ rose and rolled down your cheeks one by one. He was your most beautiful verse, your most beautiful arpeggio, the last sound added to the harmony that made up your life.

On this stage, the melody of love resounded, until the last chorus:

Qu’est-ce que j’irais faire au paradis Quand tu t’endors près de moi?  Qu’ils le donnent à d’autres, le paradis Je n’en voudrais pas* 

Déjà vu: the metronome stopped, the lights went out, the water was thirstily gulped. This time, however, nothing was turned back on. Applause and shouts rang out, making the floor tremble, or perhaps it was your legs, both tired and relieved.

An assistant guided you backstage. The microphone was taken away, the earpiece as well. A towel was passed around to dry your forehead, back, and thighs. Your heart was beating hard, so hard that you thought it was trying to escape from your rib cage and lodge itself in your temples.

It was finally over. You had done it. You had sung his song.

Five people tried to talk to you, debrief the concert, make changes, but you didn't care, your attention no longer on them since he had entered the room.

A hazel spot in the middle of the black-dressed staff. His eyes were red, as was the tip of his nose. Furrows of tears marked his cheeks but contrasted with the blinding smile he gave you. Your heart skipped a beat, the mere sight of his figure triggering a wave of affection.

You immediately threw yourself into his arms, breathing in his Dior perfume, his musky scent, the aroma of tobacco: a smell that was so unapologetically him.

“Did you like the song?” you asked with a small voice, your head buried in his chest.

He pressed his hand against your head, pulling you even closer to him, as if he wanted your two bodies to become one. His lips pressed against your forehead, and did not let go, even when he spoke: “I adored it, mon ange.”

The tremolo of his voice spoke for him, his wet tone doing nothing to hide his emotion. Charles spoke little, chose his words carefully, did not waste them on wordy periphrases. Thus, he did not exclaim, did not dwell on explanations that would spoil the intimate atmosphere. He merely whispered these simple words with all the tenderness in the world, filling your heart, which was already on the verge of giving out from all the attention you were getting from him.

“Je t'aime.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his three little words, whispered as if they were second-nature to him. His chest vibrated with his laughter, purely in adoration of your reaction, before he took your face in his hands to kiss you tenderly. More tears joined the first you had shed on stage, but you ignored them, content, in love.

“Je t'aime aussi.”

He swayed both your bodies gently, never loosening his embrace, never taking his lips off your skin. Around you, the staff was already packing up to make room for the next day's performer, but you did not care. In the frenzied tempo of life, your sweet melody played off-beat.

FOOTNOTES !

*Chorus from Paradis, Orelsan.

[bubblegum-blackwood]

Persefoni's Vamptember Contributions Masterlist

Vamptember 2022

Day 1: Devil's in the Details (Armand moodboard)

Day 5: Fire (Louis moodboard)

Day 6: Motel room (Armand/Daniel moodboard)

Day 7: Free day (collage/phone wallpaper made from @vamp4rebatscave art)

Day 14: Free day (Petronia moodboard)

Day 18: Garden (Mona Mayfair moodboard)

Day 19: Music (Nicki moodboard)

Day 21: Free day (Louis wallpaper)

Day 23: Group chat

Day 28: Free day (Maharet and Mekare moodboard)

Day 30: AU (pitch for a VC Heathers AU)

VC Kink Week 2023

Day 1: Impact Play (Surrender the Night - Marius/Armand/Daniel)

Day 2: Bondage (Trust Fall - Marius/Armand)

Day 3: Edging (False Promises - Armand/Daniel)

Day 4: Pet Play (The Zoo - Armand/Daniel)

Day 5: Play Party (Three's Company - Marius/Armand/Daniel)

Day 6: Edge Play (Bus Stop - cnc Loustat)

Day 7: Aftercare (Bath Bombs - Daniel/Marius)

Vamptember 2023 (list of just fics)

Day 1: Leather (Lestat mooodboard)

Day 4: Folk horror (Mael moodboard)

Day 5: Fix-it (Bring Me to Life - Loustat)

Day 7: Reverse AU (Little Vices - Daniel/Louis)

Day 9: First time (Blow Out the Candles - Marius/Daniel)

Day 10: Flowers (Seeing Red - Maharet/Mael/Jesse)

Day 14: "You Knew?" (Foundations of Decay - Marius/Armand)

Day 15: Dress-up (Dress-Up - Armand&Riccardo)

Day 16: Coffee shop AU (Espresso Macchiato - Louis&Daniel)

Day 17: Free day (Louis moodboard)

Day 18: Fairy tail (Wolf Song - Marius/Armand)

Day 19: Genderswap (Armand/Daniel moodboard)

Day 20: Pearls (Bianca moodboard)

Day 21: 1990s (Silent Lamentations - Marius/Louis)

Day 22: Strip (Strip - Lestat/Daniel)

Day 23: Egypt (Akasha moodboard)

Day 24: Free day (Quinn Blackwood moodboard)

Day 25: Heartbeat (Killing Loneliness - Loustat)

Day 27: Glasses (Daniel moodboard)

Day 28: News (VC as The Onion headlines pt I)

Day 29: Sunlight (Home Videos - Daniel&Louis)

Day 30: Sonoma Compound (Jesse/Mael moodboard)

Queens of the Damned 2024

Day 1: BDSM (Trust Me - Jesse/Pandora)

Day 1: Butch/femme (Armand/Daniel moodboard)

Day 1: Butch/femme (Dani art)

Day 1: Butch/femme (goth Lestat/dark academia Louis art)

Day 1: All dolled up (Loustat art from Post-Mortem Depression)

Day 2: Mommy kink (My Fair Lady - omegaverse Marius/Lestat)

Day 2: Siren (Pretty Little Hunter - Daniel/monster!Armand)

Day 3: Pegging (The Sacrament - Maharet/Mael/Jesse)

Day 3: Bodily autonomy (Kiss That Ring - Armand/Lestat)

Day 3: Femme fatale (art of Eudoxia and Zenobia)

Day 3: Bloodbath (art of Petronia inspired by Gentileschi's Susanna and the Elders)

Mermay 2024

Week 1: Fishing net (Dirty Little Secret - Lestat/Armand)

Final week: Tentacles/shipwreck (Sucker for You - Lestat/Armand)

KinkFest 2024

Week 2: lingerie (Marius, Daniel, Lestat drawing)

Week 3: watersports (All Grown Up chapter 3 - Armand/Daniel)

Week 4: "good boy" (Ignominia - Marius/Pandora)

Week 5: bondage (All Grown Up chapter 4 - Armand/Daniel)

Vamptember 2024

Day 2: sick (Marius/Daniel doodles)

Day 5: Romeo and Juliet (Quinn/Mona moodboard)

Day 6: genderswap (Marius/Daniel art)

Day 7: free day (Petronia art)

Day 9: flights of devils (Flights of Devils - Louis/Lestat)

Day 12: beautiful boy (Daniel art)

Day 14: free day (Bianca collage)

Day 17: kittens (bunnyboy Daniel x catboy Lestat and Armand)

Day 19: metamorphosis (Derek and Dertu comic)

Day 21: free day (80s Armand and Daniel sketches)

Day 26: dress-up (r63 Dani in outfits I actually own)

[lolitastrn]

snake!reader

a/n : these are just my interpretations of !reader types that i cannot take credit for. i’ve been heavily inspired by multiple writers on this app, including princessbrunette, loveebot, starfxkr and donatellawritings. if any of these lovely writers (or others) see this and feel it’s a little too similar to their version of the !readers, i have no problem in taking it down.

* not my pictures - all found from pinterest

about her :

baddest bitch in the wild west. biting is her love language. stiletto nails all the time. avid horror movie enjoyer, loving all things paranormal. rbf until she smiles, showing off her teeth gems. false eyelashes are her best friend, using them to create a ‘siren eye’ effect. platform demonias all day long. fishnet tights paired with a little black mini skirt is her go to combo. has multiple piercings, including a belly ring with her man’s initial dangling from it. deftones always on repeat, especially ‘gauze’. despite her bitchy demeanour, she’s always down for a cuddle and nap with her man. princess treatment is what she craves and won’t settle for anything less. she gets very needy when it comes to her bf, showing him a side no one else has the privilege to see. possessive is an understatement. knows how to get what she wants.

with matt :

at first he was a little scared of her, but grew to realise they’re actually very similar. she for sure introduced him to her music taste; deftones, lil peep & lil tracy, rob zombie, paramore, radiohead etc and he loves all of it. she brings out a side in matt he didn’t even know was there. he’s constantly asking if they can match fits, of course she agrees. probably calls her ‘medusa’ because she makes him so nervous, he freezes up. he loves finding new horror movies for the two of them to watch together, just wanting to see her face light up at the date proposal. night drives are their thing; just them two in the car, listening to her music, talking about god knows what. it’s when matt feels the happiest. he also feels the happiest when she’s on top of him, crying his name out as he thrusts up into her. his hand lightly traces up her back tattoo as he whispers praise to her, even though she’s been a brat all day. he has no problem dealing with her sass, not being afraid to sass her right back. arguments aren’t common, but when they do happen matt’s always the first to apologise, even if she’s in the wrong. he doesn’t really know how he managed to bag her, but he’s reminded she’s just an odd girl every time she bites him out of love.

with chris :

she’s 100% got him wrapped around her finger, and anyone that knows them can see it. sometimes she can get bratty with him, but he doesn’t mind - he knows how to put her in her place. he loves the way she marks up his back with deep red scratches, her acrylics proving how good he’s making her feel. one thing he loves more though is her back tattoo - how he gets to kiss up it to her neck when she’s taking him from behind. he also loves how needy she gets for him, kissing his neck to show she wants him. he calls her something stupid like ���toots’ just to get on her nerves she secretly loves the way he says it though, his boston accent slipping through. she did freak chris out a little at first; her horror fascination and odd biting habits making him unsure of what they could talk about. he quickly learned to love her though, no matter how strange she seemed to be. nights in to re-watch all her favourite movies proved to be a common date between the two. she loves when chris allows her to dress him, always picking out more darker clothes in his closet. seeing him in a style similar to hers making her go absolutely feral for him. to say she makes chris nervous is a huge understatement. when they first met he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of her, but over time he got more comfortable and allowed her to see his goofier side, only after she got all soft with him.

a/n 2 : i actually can’t decide who snake!reader’s best paired with 😭 i was thinking chris because he’s so obsessed with her, but then i was thinking matt because it’s easy for him to enjoy her music taste and they both love matching fits so much. eek idk they’re both so good for her, i think both boys can give her princess treatment and can handle her brattiness that occasionally slips out !!

[peridotglimmer]

For the WIP titles ask game...

marble statues sing in a minor key

(or if someone beat me to it, then False sandwich. Because I adore your False. <3)

Sharo! ❤️

@klm-zoflorr asked False sandwich, here ^-^

As for marble statues sing in a minor key:

First of all, the title is inspired by the lines Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur (...) Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres from the poem Clair de Lune by French poet Paul Verlaine (trans.: Singing all the while, in the minor mode (...) The tall, slender plumes of the fountains among the marble sculptures) which is the poem that inspired the composer Debussy to compose his Clair de Lune. poem text here | music here

It's a Greek mythology inspired Hermitcraft AU, False/Cleo (who else ^.^°), with True Symmetry as the sarcastic peanut gallery sidekick. I originally started writing the fic for a previous fandom (Timeless), but realised along the way that it worked way better for Hermitcraft. False and True are psychai, for now, though I may change that in future.

I've written two intros to this fic that I'm still trying to wrangle into one, so I'll just give you both for now!

One:

"Are you sure it's here?" False Symmetry asks her sister as they approach a nondescript brownstone. "This doesn't exactly look like what you described." True laughs, pulling her along.

"Underground clubs don't have signs and bright lights, False. Come on; it's around the back. Evil X showed me last time. It's legit, I promise." The two sisters walk around the building, two pairs of heels clicking against the pavement, until they reach a door. True presses the doorbell and smiles at the camera lens. A soft buzz, then the door unlocks, and the older Symmetry sister can finally lead the other down a set of stairs, and into the Hermitage.

“Hey Hels!” True greeted the young guy standing by the door. “This is False, my sister.”

“Ma’am,” Hels replied while nodding at False. “Welcome to the Hermitage.”

“We’re practically the same age,” False responded, “so you can drop the ‘ma’am’.” Hels smiled and nodded.

Soft piano tunes reached False’s ears as True led her further into the establishment. Dimmed lights and just the slightest amount of smoke turned everyone into silhouettes, except for the stage. A redhead stood behind the microphone, while a masked man played the double bass, flanked by the saxophone player. At the far edge of the stage, a pianist played the accompaniment to Mack the Knife.

“That’s Cleo,” True explained. “And Etho, Stress, and the pianist’s Ren. Iskall is dating Stress, over there, and Etho might court the bartender, Bdubs, once he gets his head out of his ass. Cleo doesn’t do relationships, as far as I know, but she has fucked every single person she’s ever laid eyes on.”

“Including you?” False asked, eyeing the singer.

“I plead the fifth.”

"True!"

--

Two:

Soft tones reach her ears as alcohol soothes her soul. The singer, a redhead, fills the room with the G major of Fly Me to the Moon. False could lose herself in this. It feels tempting. She only came here so her sister had a wing woman, but she’s starting to feel more relaxed than she had expected. It’s presumably due to the three drinks she’s had in probably much too short of a time span, but the bartender hasn’t cut her off just yet -- perhaps that’s because of her sister’s ongoing assault of unapologetic flirting. The other option is that the singer is a siren. False hasn’t crossed that possibility off of her list just yet.

“She’s not a siren,” Evil X comments as they walk past False.

“Stop reading my mind.”

“Stop thinking so loudly!”

[drmflm]

forelsket . pjm

: the euphoria of falling in love for the first time

➺ summary: you were tempted by the one creature who would only ever bring you heartbreak: jimin.

➺ pairing: jimin x gn!non-human!reader

➺ word count: 600

➺ genre: angst

➺ au: non-human, breakup?

➺ rating: pg-15

➺ warnings: cynicism, slight anti-human sentiments, reader is rlly not having a good time rn, sadness, heartbreak

➺ note: inspired by my own experience with love—or i guess heartbreak. this is my way of processing it ig :’)

➺ masterlist

There’s something so tempting about the things that you know you’ll never have. Like the sugary sweets forbidden to you in childhood, or the sweet allure of danger in adolescence.

Humans were always driven by their instinct to disobey, to pursue the things they knew they shouldn’t, to love the things that were wrong to love.

And you were no different. You were adopting their ways, you yourself were becoming human.

Because maybe you, too, wanted the one thing you knew you would never have: Park Jimin.

You never meant for him to become such a force. You never intended to have this inclination for danger, this longing for affection—it just so happened that with every whisper of his breath, every flutter of his hair, every blink of his lashes, you found yourself more deeply entrenched in the weight of your affection, in the euphoria of loving him.

His sweet voice brought life to you, a creature who thrived on musicality, on rhythm, to survive. He evened the scales of life, a sweet crescendo in a climate of bass, a gentle uptick in a world of gloom.

He became your pillar, drawing you in and taking you out. He was what you needed.

So maybe it was good to love him, to be entrenched in his sweet, sweet voice, to be mesmerized by his glittering brown eyes. But he was human and would always be.

No law said you couldn’t be with him, but the fundamental differences of your nature made for an unlikely match. He’d be far too disgusted by your lack of needs—after all, didn’t humans fall in love because they needed too much? They needed love, they needed food, they needed companionship. If you were fully autonomous of all things… did you still harbour the ability to truly feel love? To be a truly good partner?

He showed you the recesses of his music folder, confided to you the deepest of thoughts that lingered on his mind, offered you a glimpse into the person that he was.

You two sang together, loved together, spent your moments together. But it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough.

No matter how beautiful he was, no matter how sweet and pulling his voice would be, nothing would change how addicted you were to the euphoria of his love, nothing would change how mesmerized you were by him.

And aren’t all the best things the worst ones in disguise? It ate away at you until you felt suffocated. When you felt yourself in love it was like something clicked and slowly fizzled out.

Like when he knew he had you, all of a sudden everything changed. Like a siren finally holding their captured, the blissful illusion melted away to reveal sharp claws and fearsome fangs.

It wasn’t love anymore, it was temptation. It would always be temptation of a thing too good to be true. That initial phase of falling in love was filled with false promises, filled with lies and misperceptions of a wholesome love.

No, love didn’t exist. Not when it came to humans.

Temptation. It would always be temptation.

copyright © 2022 svt1117

[hawkeish]

lyric prompts

music & lyrics give me a lot of inspiration when I write, so I thought why not create a prompt list of lyrics I love? (don’t judge the Harry Styles. I am a simple woman).

inspired by the lovely @noswordstyle , who added the last 4 lyrics - you can find Mo’s amazing sentence prompts here. credit to the respective songwriters/artists ofc!

“I don’t want to live like this, but I don’t want to die” (Vampire Weekend - Finger Back & Harmony Hall)

“It’s not that I don’t want you” (Mitski - A Pearl)

“I’m ready to owe you anything” (Bombay Bicycle Club - Evening/Morning

“Shut up. Kiss me.” (Angel Olsen - Shut Up Kiss Me)

“You’re not the only one that time has got it in for, honey” (Arctic Monkeys - That’s Where You’re Wrong)

“In my dreams, we’re still screaming” (Arcade Fire - The Suburbs)

“Everything I am is yours” (Villagers - Everything I Am Is Yours)

“I found you once, and I’ll find you again” (Father John Misty - To R.)

“You’re there when I close my eyes, so hard to reach” (Haim - Summer Girl)

“I’ll always look best in your head” (Marika Hackman - Drown)

“Why won’t you ever say what you want to say?” (Harry Styles - From The Dining Table)

“There’s only so much letting go you can ask someone to do” (Big Thief - Masterpiece)

“I want to want you. I want to stay here like this.” (Julia Jacklin - Don’t Know How to Keep Loving You)

“I know you know it’s wrong, but I’m ready” (badbadnotgood ft. Charlotte Day Wilson - In Your Eyes)

“Tell me a line, make it easy for me” or “Dance with me until I feel all right” (LCD Soundsystem - I Can Change)

“All I ever want is breaking me apart.” (Glass Animals - Toes)

“If I can’t trust you, then—damn it” (Vampire Weekend - Hannah Hunt)

“How long ‘til I walk in the light?” (Perfume Genius - On The Floor)

“You’re the one that I might die for” (Palace - I’ll Be Fine)

“My god, what have I done?” (Talking Heads - Once In A Lifetime)

“I can't seem to let myself leave you, but I can’t breathe anymore.” (Novo Amor - Repeat Until Death)

“If I need something just let me have her.” (Roland Faunte - Happy Life)

“Let's talk sweetly like all our love is false.” (Wildorado - Sorrow)

“You put a fire in my heart, painted blood on my stars, gave me faith.” (Oliver Daldry - Sirens)

feel free to share and tag me if you use any of them, I’d love to see what people come up with!

[michaelbogild]

Quotes written within 7 hours on March 10 2021

Do I even exist within the lyrics of your heart?

A night-chant fills my heart with the depths of her name.

You turned my soul into a perpetual sigh.

Our eternity is ebbing out…

She is the golden enchantress of my amorous imagination.

…and the sunset bled like a desperate prayer.

Sweet is our horizon now that we have vowed our true love.

I saw in her beauty a true light, a divine opening, a perfected flower.

Our emotions floated so ethereally into each other.

There was a fog around my heart. I called it love.

Caught in the heavenly haze of an incautious love.

I was wasting my time, singing into a deaf abyss.

She hides behind the gate of darkness.

Impossible colours shall rise from our wondrous love.

He haunts their lost heaven with a thousand poems.

Our fire is different.

The passionate sunlight of her golden love.

There is a sorrowful absence of stars in her words and glances.

Their love has deepened into poetry.

Her eyes, a divine darkness circling an emerald dream.

Centuries of love are flowing between their golden glances.

She is like a rose of pure poetry.

She is born of the softest strains of heaven.

Flowing from her heart was the strangest moon-chord.

I am always busy dreaming.

There are centuries of enchantment in her eyes and kisses.

She shines with the richness of a summer rose.

He aches in the hollow of the moon.

Her tender words of innocent spring-blooms.

Unkissed lovers, unread poets, they are all cherished by the moon.

They colored each others emotions with all the hues of their magical dreams.

The sparkling heaven of their strong-hearted love.

The love-kissed harmonies of her spring-bright heart.

A rainbow of pure possibilities arches above their innocent love-dream.

The bewildering cadence of her vast beauty.

Together in the darkness, skin on skin, aching lips, pounding pulses.

They dance within Love’s deepest and richest imaginations.

If the moon could speak it would chant your name.

The shadows of angels plays with the beauty of her eyes.

She married her dreams to the drunkenness of his love.

My longing is autumnal rain, my longing is a note that trembles with memories.

I drowned in a sea that was deeper than love.

We melted into dreams and entered the heart of heaven.

Our dreams were precious diamonds reminiscent of stars.

She spun her loving words from eternal dreams.

Our mutual emotions are embracing under the full moon of flowering love.

I woke in the middle of the night. The moon was weeping in my heart.

I floated with the tide of her dreams.

Our feelings are dancing in the moonlight of mutual love.

He picked up his Fender and played his way into her soul.

You and I and the thousand-eyed night.

Everything she does rhymes with the the stars of his heart.

Let us stay within the silvery richness of the moonbeams, cocooned by night, endlessly dreaming.

I heard her whisper from the abyss of a poem.

Your truth has no spine, it slithers like a serpent.

Everything blessed us, especially the moon.

The moon knocks on my heart, I open and see her face.

His poetry feasts on her beauty’s fire.

the infinity of beginnings

His glances dragged out the secrets of her soul.

To have a heart is to live in bondage.

Her whispering moon-angels, her strange inspirations.

Why must the darkness feast on my heart?

His beauty invites her love.

I melted into the music of everything she is.

Your the wildest place my mind can travel to.

She wears his worlds with a most eloquent perfection.

She affects an innocence, but deals in nothing but darkness.

Her eyes are sirens, undertows.

She held the hand of night, slipped into peculiar dreams.

…and in that simple moment, we were larger than the universe.

Our electrified emotions, our inevitable chain-reactions.

I crave the constellations of her perfect love.

I was as blind as my bliss, I put all my faith in a beautiful mirage.

Our wounded heaven, our straying hearts of confusion.

Her poems ascend to the pleasure of the gods.

Her eyes wear the richness of his love.

Save me from this limbo of loneliness.

We enjoyed our divine imaginings, we thrived in our dreams of Elysian perfection.

My heart exploded into a symphony of love.

The starry charms of her penetrating eyes.

She struck with her beauty the truest chord of his being.

Our love is winged with the eternity of stars.

Her smiling soul has all the vivacity of the fair-flowering  spring.

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The autumnal poetry of her wistful eyes.

Writing aching verses from my limbo of longing.

I climbed her godless mountains.

He shaped her feelings into beautiful songs.

Her honey-dripping words of aching love.

My heart has sobered up, the dream now appears insane.

I linger in the heart-shaped notes of her beauty.

Crucified by a shallow kiss.

Lost in the golden astrology of her lovesome eyes.

The closing flower of her love, the sunset of her dear affections.

Vaster than heaven are my hopes of her love.

She answers my love with the dreamiest perfection.

Swirling in dreamy spheres of amorous hope.

He lit with a hundred kisses the torch of her heart.

Her heart is as light as the solitude of a dreaming poet.

He planted a thousand dreams in the garden of her beauty.

Her invisible flame, her perfectly veiled love.

The cherry blossom sweetness of her beauty’s fresh melodies.

The lingering star of her hopeless love.

The dreamy scent of her Love’s enchanting roses.

Smilingly she sings, my muse of spring.

Ancient enigmas plays within the texture of her love.

I stumbled into a moon-dream, saw you picking flowers.

The bitter wine of her uncertain love.

Her blinding beauty, her graces that births fools.

The silky sailing of our perfect love.

A thousand angels live in the heaven of our love.

We flowed into each others feelings, tangled our roots together.

Mad for her skin and kisses, mad for her soulful beauty.

Spinning on the axis of eternity, fathomlessly lost in her beauty.

I miss her summer-smiles, her eyes of emerald grace.

The fearless heart of love and all its star-like dreaming.

Pour your dreams into the cup of my heart, I will drink their golden richness.

Her absence is a most penetrating pain.

I travelled across the sea of her soul’s uncertain love.

Her heart was kindled by the sad flame of the sunset.

We braided our dreams into a beautiful destiny.

My dreams ascend, higher and higher, waiting to burn in her heavenly name.

Your kiss has the soft eloquence of the moonlight.

The darkness of her songs could eclipse the moon.

The ruined empire of love, the birth of a thousand ghosts.

I was the heart of the night and the night of the heart.

Her heart is deepening, with every touch, into love.

She dreams in the colours of his love.

Her love turned my dreams into living poetry.

The dream has returned to my heart, love again is possible.

I write from her shadows of her faded feelings.

She turned my airy dreams into golden realities.

We were shooting stars across the heaven of summer twilights.

I wandered like a fool into her dark ocean.

In her heart, the softest moans of waves.

She dreams in all the hues of his heart.

A devil’s song burned the crosses of her heart.

our moonlit refrains of amorous glory

All of his stars are scented with her name.

The lunar butterflies of her mystic ways.

She comes with the smile of June.

I drowned in the depth of her name.

Her poetry is a magical fountain of dreams.

Her emotions are stretching into songs of amorous praise.

An ebbing emotion, a light that can’t stay.

He keeps her memory in a shrine of shadows.

Her love is a velvet poem.

Her eyes are sparkling with the richness of his love.

He craves to be kissed by all her colours.

I travelled across the desert of an abandoned dream.

Our love is the true heart of the season.

I believed in her false ocean.

You pushed my heart into a fever, now all is vertigo.

The night is her crown, beauty her imperial scepter.

You are the sweetest chord that has ever quivered in my heart.

There is no sweeter harmony than our golden love of summery blisses.

He brings out all the secret moons of her heart.

She dreams with the spirit of a star.

Elusive love, you teasing ghost.

Her beauty is a song wherein poets ache.

A twilight of faded feelings.

Tangled into her moon-dreams, burning within her deepest light.

Kiss my lips with our destiny.

His destiny burns in the heart of the moon.

She is a tender flower in a storm of broken love.

Their love was a chorus of unfathomable richness.

We poured love into love.

Divinely enchanted by the eloquence of her beauty.

Her love sings the softness of the daisies.

The star-flowers of her golden glances.

Vaster than stars is his love of undying faithfulness.

Your love has winged my spirit, now all I do is dream.

To have her love is to have the stars.

The blazing bloom of her golden love.

She sings from the valley of sad memories.

A starry heaven as supreme as her soul.

He kindles the unsung dreams of her heart.

…and I drank, again, the wine of melancholy.

Love’s fathomless glory of amorous roses.

She dreams with the stars of his golden love.

I finally understand the moon in me.

The naturalness of her beauty sings the beauty of spring.

All her angels are hovering over his oceans.

I trailed the moon into a silver-hearted dream.

I bathed in a river of blood, I talked with the ravens.

The waves of her verses are washing away my sorrows.

Her emotions closed their eyes and crossed their fingers.

In the lovely spring, she taught my heart to sing.

My heart of only sighs, my heart of night-storms.

the twilight unfolded the soft brightness of its starry ecstasy

The roses of her soul are whispering golden dreams to his heart.

There is thunder in your name, there are memories that sting.

He dragged her into every shade of bliss.

Inside her love, centuries of light.

Was it a mirage or the soul of God?

The skies are drunk with the blue of her eyes.

Her love could fit into the shade of a butterfly’s wing.

We were crowned with the poetry of moon-born dreams.

The evanescent moon of her strange love.

He was the ocean that drowned our love.

We found our bloom in a mystic love.

I fell into the rich depths of her colorful soul

How easily, how heavenly we drifted into kisses.

You twisted your love into a maze.

I recognized the imprisoned songs of her heart.

The blossom melodies of our young love.

How in love we are with our golden cages.

Her heart is a wandering wind caressing the flowers of his soul.

The stars of her undying love are clustering around his joyous heart.

Her wide-winged dreaming, her visions that kiss the stars.

His heart is aflame with ancient sonnets.

You are twilight thunder married to butterflies.

She dances within the poems of his loving emotions.

Rooted in shadows, flowing nowhere.

I dream with the souls of stars.

Her soul is perfumed with night.

We touched with our love the innocence of beautiful moments.

My verses are aflame, the words are shining with an undying love.

The song of her beauty fills the core of my heart with love.

She slept in the silence of the stars.

Divinely kissed by her amorous affections.

Divorced from the richest dream on earth, I am now alone.

His heart spoke with all the fire of his love.

I escaped her scorpion soul.

I taught the moon the chord of love.

Our loving embrace silhouetted against the dreamy ocean.

I felt the fire of her bewildering beauty.

the rising flame of her love’s deep richness

Her heart is swelling with stars of beautiful belief.

The butterflies of Love trades their colours in her heart.

Drowned by the grayness of a two-bit town.

I only speak shadows, darkness is my fire.

She fluttered within the chorus of Love’s sweetest dream.

I dreamt I kissed you in the rain.

the emerald endlessness of her eyes

[thelovelyghostwriter]

(via https://open.spotify.com/playlist/52aFxZiF6IhgLaj8Zzj3hU?si=2HFVzdSQT0WZ_fxe4gNniQ)

1. Million Dollar Man by Lana del Ray

You're screwed up and brilliant Look like a million dollar man So why is my heart broke?

We all know Kurapika is now the Nostrade Family Young Boss. He provides the money for Neon now by revamping their business model. He literally saved her family from financial crisis, he can provide her anything, she likes him a lot no matter how messed up he is - but why is she still “broke”.

2. National Anthem by Lana del Ray

Money is the reason we exist Everybody knows it, it's a fact (Kiss, kiss)

This song talks about the excess of materials, drugs, drinking, wealth and sex. A girl having a rich handsome man that gives her everything and he can’t keep her hands off of her. Sounds like Kurapika being in the mafia underworld and making tons of money; Neon bathing materialism as both gets drunk in love and sex? Heck yeah.

3. Young and Beautiful by Lana del Ray

Will you still love me when I'm no longer Young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing But my achin' soul?

This is the theme song for movie The Great Gatsby. @anotherworldash​ always paralleled the relationships between Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan with Kurapika and Neon. Gatsby desired Daisy because she represents the old money wealth that Gatsby longed for as a child. He became rich through illegal activities. Kurapika desired adventure and for their eyes to be appreciated (and not called a demon for it), which Neon appreciates their eyes as beautiful (even though now it’s in a twisted way. Daisy and Neon are very similar characters who bathes in materialism because they are despondent.

4. Dress by Taylor Swift

Only bought this dress so you could take it off.

Her wedding dress on their wedding night when they finally consummate their marriage. Duh.

5. Daddy Issues by Demi Lovato

Addicted to love with the wrong one Lucky for you, I got all these daddy issues

100% Neon and her daddy issues. She’s always with insane messed up men like Kurapika and also Chrollo because she never had a good upbringing to begin with.

6. Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding and Earned It by The Weekend

Are we going to put more saucy 50 Shades of Grey OSTs for this hot pairing? Heck yeah we are.

7. A Little Death by The Neighbourhood

I want you to touch me there Make me feel like I am breathing Feel like I am human.

She sought death on a queen-sized bed And he had said, "Darling, your looks can kill, So now you're dead."

This one’s interesting. So the title is based on the French phrase La petite mort  to describe post-orgasm. The song describes two people having sex, finding solace in one another and “experiencing death”. Kurapika and Neon are two wounded souls - Kurapika’s tragic past and Neon’s lack of love from her father.

Also, Nostrade is from Nostradamus - a French astrologer, physician and reputed seer. I can totally see Neon speaking to Kurapika in French. OOF sexy.

T’as d’beaux yeux, tu sais? (You have beautiful eyes, you know?)

8. Requiem Arena, The Phantom Elegy and Kurapika’s Theme aka Hiiro no Hitom (Hunter x Hunter OST)

I know the first two are the Phantom Troupe theme songs, but this also reminds me of YorkNew City arc and Kurapika so yes it’s gonna be here.

9. Afterglow by Taylor Swift

I lived like an island, punished you with silence Went off like sirens, just crying Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

This gives me imagination if Kurapika and Neon ever gets into quarrels, and Neon feels guilty about her petty tantrums because she doesn’t want to lose him.

10. Run To You by Whitney Houston

OMFG. This song is 100% KuraNeon bodyguard-boss situation. So this song was actually from this movie called The Bodyguard (1992). It’s a story about a celebrity in danger, so she hired a bodyguard to protect her. Both don’t really like each other at first, but they eventually fall in love. Sounds like Kurapika and Neon? YES! This was actually the movie that made me think KuraNeon is possible.

The first verse describes Neon:

I know that when you look at me There's so much that you just don't see But if you would only take the time I know in my heart you'd find A girl who's scared sometimes Who isn't always strong Can't you see the hurt in me? I feel so all alone

Neon is actually a really lonely girl and locked up in the bubble. She may be smiling, but deep down she’s not okay.

The second verse describes Kurapika:

Each day, each day I play the role Of someone always in control But at night I come home and turn the key There's nobody there, no one cares for me What's the sense of trying hard to find your dreams Without someone to share it with Tell me what does it mean?

Kurapika always appear calm and stoic, but really, he has a sad past. His sole purpose now is to collect his brethren’s Eyes, and to take revenge. But does that make him happy? No, he’s lonely too. Don’t worry Pika you can collect the Scarlet Eyes with Neon.

11. Love Theme and Apollonia (The Godfather movie OST)

What’s a KuraNeon song without a mafia-themed love song?

12. California King Bed by Rihanna

So confused wanna ask you if you love me But I don't wanna seem so weak

I always have this headcanon (and also some other shippers) that their relationship will start off as something physical attraction first? Then it grows from there when both of them starts blurring the lines. 

13. Pavane for A Dead Princess 

Okay, this is classical music is just... we don’t really know if Neon is dead in the current arc (although I believe that she’s not dead and Chrollo’s speculation is only a false narrative). 

But if Togashi does decide to kill her off, I think this song is so fitting for her. Given that she has Princess Syndrome. 

Even if Neon’s alive, I don’t think she is living the best life. Personally, I think she’s a princess-sy girl with a dead soul. She collects dead body parts because she has no sympathy for the dead, partly because of her upbringing. Very interesting. 

This classical music is actually my inspiration for Melody’s music box gift for Neon in Chapter 4 of my KuraNeon fanfic https://archiveofourown.org/works/27963668/chapters/70030809

14. All Too Well by Taylor Swift 

Okay, this is the one song I always think of if I’m going to write about Kurapika leaving Neon for the Dark Continent. 

Maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece Till you tore it all up

This is a very powerful breakup song, and one of Taylor Swift’s best! (I’m a Tay fan actually). 

15. King of My Heart by Taylor Swift 

Is the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending With all these nights we're spending Up on the roof with a school girl crush Drinking beer out of plastic cups Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

We all know Kurapika is the King of Neon’s heart. <3 

16. Lucky by Britney Spears

If there’s nothing missing in her life, then why do tears come at night? 

Not really a KuraNeon song, but more for Neon. She seems like a rich girl, but she’s lonely and incomplete deep down. Her father is using her as a cash cow, much like how Britney Spear’s situation is right now. 

17. For the Love of A Daughter by Demi Lovato

Don't you remember, I'm your baby girl? How could you throw me right out of your world? So young when the pain had begun Now forever afraid of being loved

This song... gets me so sad. Not really a KuraNeon song but I think it describes Neon’s situation with her father a bit, particularly this verse. 

Okay, I will continue explaining the rest soon. 

[necromancyandtendrils]

"Show me what you got"

"Your pathetic last dance"

"For this shall be your grave"

OP: @necromancyandtendrils / @abyssalcookie

ft. Candy Eye Cookie [ My OC ]

Author's notes;

I imagine this is something members of the ST. Pastery order faced before meeting their end.

For those who do not know, they woke her up when she wished to not be disturbed, and now she's made it her mission to silence them all before they find out her dark secret. When she learns more about what they do, and their beliefs? It only made her even more determined to remove them from earthbread, permanently.

[animalpetcel]

I want to make a JJK witch au...

I’m still deciding how Yuji being Sukuna’s vessel works for the au (is something he’ll be since birth, or will it be closer to canon? Kinda leaning towards the first option), and how the Witch society will differ from canon (I feel like there won’t be masquerade, but instead the public is kept in the dark about the deeper working on the people that protect them from magical threats) and creating a list of fics I want to write for it (I currently have at least four, one for each member of the quartet to kinda explain their situation before going into more general things

I have a deep love for semi-complicated aus (just look at Kny’s DemonSwap and JoJo’s JoJoGard on AO3 to understand) so there will be a lot of lore and changes to make the au make sense and not be a straight rehash of canon (I feel like worrying too much about how much it deviates from canon kills my inspiration a bit and why continuing DemonSwap got really hard while Blue Lock’s Ego’s Extrodinart Egoist was so easy).

There will be manga spoilers below the cut due to me talking about characters who haven’t been introduced in the anime at the time of this post

Au Inspirations

1. The Witch and the Beast by Kousuke Satake

2. Witch Hat Atelier by Kanome Shirahama

3. Witchcraft Works by Ryū Mizunagi

4. Witches by Igarashi Daisuke

5. The Fate series’ idea of Mages

6. And many more probably 😅

Okay so Witches in this au are basically humans who have a enough magical concentration in their bodies to use and interact with magic without the reliance on tools like grimoires or runes. So Witches are basically found and trained in how to keep the balance between humans and the magical beasts that also walk the earth. It isn’t always the most glamorous job, but it certainly is the least boring.

And since Witches aren’t that common, they’re often sent to special schools to train them in how to use their own unique types of magic (some of which is passed down through bloodlines). Magic kinda draws upon the mysteries and collective unconscious of the world? So certain magic is weaker than it was in previous generations while there’s also newer, stronger magic centering around recent ideas (I’m not sure I’m explaining it well but like whatever)

Normal humans are often kept in the dark about the true depths of magic and its cost “for their own good” but like Witch big-wigs are still hella corrupt so....

And like the name “Warlock” is given to any Witch who breaks their oath to uphold the natural order for their own gain

Also for now the witch ranking system now goes:

Novice (Grade 4)

Competent (Grade 3)

Adept (Semi-Grade 2)

Advanced (Grade 2)

Expert (Grade 1)

Elite (Grade 1)

Great (Special Grade)

So a full Witch’s title would be “The (Rank) Witch of (Name of Magic)” or “The (Rank) (Name of Magic) Witch”

I might actually simplify the ranking system to Novice-Adept-Elite-Great in the future but idk

I also gave most of the cast specializations! I have some plot details but I don’t want to share those rn

Currently I have:

Yuji- Sukuna’s Vessel (later The Memory Witch)

Megumi- The Shadow Witch (keeps a lot of familiars)

Nobara- The Straw Doll Witch (kept it simple)

Junpei- The Jellyfish Witch (Newest to everything)

Sukuna- The Malevolent Witch (Couldn’t think of a better name since currently a lot about him is unknown)

Maki- The “False” Witch (given to her by the Zen’in family bc they’re still kinda assholes. Unique in the sense that she has no capability for using magic, not even a grimoire can really help her that much)

Inumaki- The Intoner Witch (I kinda liked it more than “The Speech Witch” and “The Siren Witch” didn’t make much sense)

Panda- Panda (Technically he’s a familiar learning magic so yeah...Panda Witch lol)

Yuta- The Love Witch (It’ll probably change later but I like how it kinda connects to what motivates him the most)

Gojo- The Inifinity Witch (I might make him be the one to either release Sukuna or to discover that Yuji is the current vessel and make Megumi approach him)

Getou- The Devouring Witch (He doesn’t go the same route of canon, though he does lose a bet that cost him his body)

Shoko- The Healing Witch

Nanami- The 7:3 Witch (the Ratio Witch sounded weird)

Ijichi- The Curtain Witch

Yaga- The Doll Witch (Corpse Witch sounded too morbid)

Ino- The Beast Witch

Gakuganji- The Music Witch (or maybe just simply calling him “The Bard” willl be better...���)

Arata- The Soothing Witch (doesn’t accurately represent his technique but it’s a work in progress)

Kokichi- The Android Witch

Mai- The Construction Witch (I was 👌🏾close to calling her the Gun Witch)

Miwa- The Unassuming Witch (I didn’t want to name her the Useless Witch....)

Kamo- The Blood Witch (even tho there will undoubtedly other characters with similar abilities who I give similar titles, I love putting “the” in front of them...WCW rubbed off on me)

Todo- The Funky Witch (or maybe The Boogie Woogie Witch? Eh probably gives off the same vibes)

Momo- The Broom Witch (even tho in canon she’s the most “witch-like” of the cast...I feel like I could’ve given her a better title...)

Nanako- The Photo Witch

Mimiko- The Hanging Witch

Toji- Not a witch. Both him and Maki were ostracized from not only their clan, but from general society for being completely incapable of magic so... (Also I want him to return by Getwo using Getou to “devour” his death bc I think that sounds cool. Also so he can mentor Maki in the ways of Witch Hunting. With Tsukumo getting involved soon afterward)

The curses will instead be magical beast, and cursed humans are still hybrids? Also the Death Paintings will be Yuji’s brothers bc I said so

[archive-archives]

Warner Archive October 2020 Releases

Coming soon to an online retailer near you!

NEW 2020 1080p master! DROP DEAD GORGEOUS (1999) Run Time             98:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 5.1 - English Aspect Ratio       1.85:1, 16x9 Widescreen Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           BD 50 Includes Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

The Sarah Rose American Teen Princess Pageant is a beauty contest to die for! And that’s exactly what the contestants in Mount Rose, Minnesota, are doing. Ever since the vivacious-but-vicious former beauty queen Gladys Leeman (Kirstie Alley, TV’s Cheers) started pushing her charm-challenged daughter, Rebecca (Denise Richards, The World Is Not Enough), to win at all costs, the competition has been dropping like flies. Between exploding tractors and deadly hunting accidents, it’s a wonder the top challenger, poor Amber (Kirsten Dunst, Spider-Man), has the courage to keep her tap shoes on. But after Amber’s mother (Ellen Barkin, TV’s Animal Kingdom) is injured in a suspicious trailer-park-beauty-shop bombing, Amber is determined to fight to the finish – and the battle between the good and the bad is about to get ugly! Experience plenty of mom, apple pie and all-American mayhem, plus a hit-packed soundtrack, in this breakthrough comedy that is “clever, fearless and loaded with wicked lines and touches” (Los Angeles Times).

NEW 2020 1080p masters! SPACE GHOST & DINO BOY: THE COMPLETE SERIES Run Time             420:00 Subtitles               English Audio Specs        MONO - English Aspect Ratio       1.33:1, 4x3 Full Frame Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration BD 50 (2) Special Feature: Documentary "Alex Toth: The Artist's Artist: The Journey of a Master Cartoonist" (SD)

Showcasing the episodes in the three-segment form as they originally aired, these stellar retro hits soar through space and time to deliver justice! First, intergalactic policeman Space Ghost navigates the cosmos in his tricked-out spaceship The Phantom Cruiser, battling villains like Brak and Zorak with his legendary suit and powerful wristbands. Then, Dino Boy teams with caveman Ugh and dinosaur Bronty to go primeval on the ancient menaces of their primitive home. And finally, Space Ghost flies again with more extraterrestrial adventures and thrilling takedowns. This dynamite compilation also features the dynamic six-part Space Ghost episode The Council of Doom. It’s cosmic entertainment for all!

NEW 2020 1080p master from 4K scan of best surviving nitrate elements! SERGEANT YORK (1941) Run Time             134:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English Aspect Ratio       1.37:1, 4x3 Full Frame Product Color    BLACK & WHITE Disc Configuration           BD 50 Special Features: Commentary by Film Historian Jeanine Basinger; Making of Featurette "Sergeant York: Of God and Country"; Classic Cartoon "Porky's Preview"; Vintage Short "Lions for Sale"; Theatrical re-issue trailer (HD).

Torn between religious pacifism and patriotism, Alvin York of Tennessee went on to become World War I's most acclaimed hero. As the simple backwoods farm boy who captured 132 German soldiers during the Battle of Argonne, Gary Cooper (handpicked by York) also won acclaim and his first Best Actor Academy Award®. Released in 1941 when the United States was on the brink of another war, this stirring adventure inspired thousands of enlisting men. Nominated for a total of 11 Oscars® including Best Picture, a winner for Best Film Editing and movingly directed by Howard Hawks, it tells of a religious man's moral crisis, heroics and subsequent return to the rural life he loved while refusing to capitalize on the adulation heaped upon him. An ode to patriotism and the human spirit, Sergeant York endures as one of Hollywood's finest hours.

NEW 2020 1080p master! REVERSAL OF FORTUNE (1990) Run Time             112:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        STEREO - English, DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English Aspect Ratio       1.85:1, 16x9 Widescreen Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           BD 50 Includes Original Theatrical Trailer (HD) and feature commentary by Director Barbet Schroeder and Screenwriter Nicholas Kazan

Did European aristocrat Claus von Bulow (Jeremy Irons) try to murder his wife, Sunny (Glenn Close), at their luxurious Newport mansion in 1980? Tabloids of the day had their opinions. “You have one thing in your favor,” defense attorney Alan Dershowitz (Ron Silver) told von Bulow. “Everybody hates you.” Written for the screen by Nicholas Kazan (Fallen, At Close Range), directed by Barbet Schroeder (Single White Female) and based on Dershowitz’s book, Reversal of Fortune is the acclaimed filmization of events that had all of America talking. For his precise portrait of icy brittleness, Irons won the Best Actor Academy Award®* as well as the Los Angeles and National Society of Film Critics Awards. Think you know the truth? Until you watch…you have no idea.

NEW 2020 1080p master! SUNRISE AT CAMPOBELLO (1960) Run Time             143:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        MONO - English, DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English Aspect Ratio       1.85:1, 16x9 Widescreen Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           BD 50 Includes Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

He led America’s battles against the Depression and the Axis powers – and won. But first Franklin Delano Roosevelt fought a personal battle against polio that would either destroy him – or arm him for greatness. This powerful film of Dore Schary’s long-running play is an intimate, admiring profile in courage. Ralph Bellamy reprises his dynamic Tony®-winning stage portrayal of the future President, and Greer Garson is his devoted, warbly-voiced wife, Eleanor. Both were uncannily true in their roles, and acclaim followed: Garson earned Golden Globe® and National Board of Review Best Actress awards, as well as one of the movie’s four Oscar® nominations. With exteriors filmed at Campobello and Hyde Park and interiors staged on uncanny duplications of the real-life Roosevelt homes, Sunrise at Campobello shines eloquently and movingly.

NEW 2020 1080p master! THE OPPOSITE SEX (1956) Run Time             116:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, STEREO - English Aspect Ratio        2.35:1, 16x9 Letterbox Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           BD 50 Includes Original Theatrical Trailer (HD)

“I’ve waited a whole year to grow claws like these. Jungle Red!” One of film’s greatest lines belongs to a wronged wife who wins back her man with the aid of an aggressive shade of nail polish. First a hit play, then an all-star 1939 (and later, 2008) movie, The Women resurfaces here as the musical The Opposite Sex, complete with an all-star cast, lines dipped in acid wit, big production numbers and fabulous ‘50s couture in scintillating CinemaScope®. June Allyson portrays the betrayed woman. Joan Collins is the siren who steals her husband. And Dolores Gray, Ann Sheridan, Ann Miller, Agnes Moorehead, Charlotte Greenwood and Joan Blondell are assorted gal pals (true-blue and envy-green) who convince their demure friend to paint her claws – then use them.

NEW 2020 1080p master from 4K scan from best surviving preservation elements! WATERLOO BRIDGE (1940) Run Time             109:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 2.0 - English, MONO - English Aspect Ratio       1.37:1, 4x3 Full Frame Product Color    BLACK & WHITE Disc Configuration           BD 50 Includes Theatrical Trailer (HD) and Screen Director’s Playhouse Radio Program with Norma Shearer and Mervyn LeRoy (audio only).

Myra and Roy meet and fall in love on Waterloo Bridge during an air raid. Their love will be one of the war’s unspoken casualties. Heartbroken after Roy is reportedly killed in action, Myra turns to prostitution to make her way. The report, however, is false. Roy later returns from a POW camp, eager to begin life anew with his beloved. But Myra’s shattered spirit may no longer hold any room for happiness. Vivien Leigh plays Myra, at once winning and breaking viewers’ hearts in this exquisite melodrama. In a compassionate performance that was his all-time favorite, Robert Taylor is gallant Roy. Under Mervyn LeRoy’s astute direction, they make Waterloo Bridge a meeting place for lovers.

BLACK LIGHTNING: THE COMPLETE SECOND SEASON (2018-19) Run Time             674:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 5.1 - English Aspect Ratio       ORIGINAL ASPECT RATIO - 1.78:1, 16x9 Full Frame Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           BD 50 (3)

Jefferson Pierce (Cress Williams) is a man of many faces. A former Olympic athlete, respected educator and father of two, he’s also Black Lightning, superpowered protector of Freeland. But Jefferson is not alone. His oldest daughter, Anissa (Nafessa Williams), is a med student, part-time teacher and social activist. She is also the Super Hero known as Thunder, possessing invulnerability and super strength for as long as she can hold her breath. Jefferson’s youngest daughter, Jennifer (China Anne McClain), is a fiery teen who inherited her father’s athletic gifts but not his desire to be an athlete. Jennifer also inherited his powers. Her body generates pure electrical energy, and she possesses the potential to be more powerful than Anissa or Jefferson. Lynn (Christine Adams), Jefferson’s ex-wife, is fast becoming an expert in metahuman medicine. Together, the Pierce family fights the gang known as the One Hundred for the soul of Freeland.

BLACK LIGHTNING: THE COMPLETE THIRD SEASON (2019-20) Run Time             673:00 Subtitles               English SDH Audio Specs        DTS HD-Master Audio 5.1 - English Aspect Ratio       ORIGINAL ASPECT RATIO - 1.78:1, 16x9 Full Frame Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           BD 50 (3)

Jefferson Pierce (Cress Williams), respected educator and father of two, is also Black Lightning, superpowered protector of Freeland. And he doesn’t fight alone. He is joined by his superpowered daughters, Anissa (Nafessa Williams), aka Thunder, and Jennifer (China Anne McClain), aka Lightning, as well as his ex-wife, metahuman expert Lynn (Christine Adams). Together, the Pierce family combats the ills eroding their city, including a menacing gang that calls itself The 100 and infamous gangster Tobias Whale (Marvin Jones III). Worse, Freeland has been plagued by government-sponsored experiments and drug trafficking, creating metahumans and addicts while making Freeland the target of a dangerous foreign power, Markovia. Fortunately, the family still has allies in their fight: former covert superspy Peter Gambi (James Remar) and Jefferson’s neighbor, the scrupulously honest deputy police chief Bill Henderson (Damon Gupton).

New to DVD

THE PLOT AGAINST AMERICA (2020) Subtitles               English SDH Sound Quality    DOLBY DIGITAL SURROUND 5.1 - English Aspect Ratio       ORIGINAL ASPECT RATIO - 2.0:1, 16x9 Letterbox Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           DVD9

The HBO® series The Plot Against America, created by The Wire’s David Simon and Ed Burns and based on Philip Roth’s acclaimed novel, brilliantly imagines an alternate American history during World War II. Told through the eyes of the Levins, a working-class Jewish family in Newark, New Jersey, the six-part limited series charts the political rise of aviation hero Charles Lindbergh, a xenophobic populist who captures the presidency in 1940 and turns the nation toward fascism. Caught in the upheaval, the Levins learn that the violence threatening the lives of ordinary Americans is never more than a moment’s political provocation away. Winona Ryder, Anthony Boyle, Zoe Kazan, Morgan Spector, Michael Kostroff, David Krumholtz, Azhy Robertson, Caleb Malis, Jacob Laval and John Turturro star in this powerful tale of intolerance and totalitarianism.

HEAD OF THE CLASS: THE COMPLETE SECOND SEASON (1987-88) Run Time             587:00 Sound Quality    MONO - English, DOLBY DIGITAL - English Aspect Ratio       4x3 Full Frame, ORIGINAL ASPECT RATIO - 1.33:1 Product Color    COLOR Disc Configuration           DVD9

Howard Hesseman (WKRP in Cincinnati) returns as good-natured substitute teacher Charlie Moore for the sophomore season of this fan-favorite sitcom. Charlie is assigned to the Individualized Honors Program, a very different kind of class. The IHP students are so gifted that their teachers are expected to be glorified babysitters, but the unconventional Charlie upsets the applecart by deciding to actually teach! He guides his charges – classic nerd Arvid (Dan Frischman), overachiever Maria (Leslie Bega), debate dynamo Darlene (Robin Givens), Indian immigrant Jawaharlal (Jory Husain), child prodigy Janice (Tannis Vallely), too-cool-for-school Eric (Brian Robbins), chemistry whiz Dennis (Dan Schneider), academic Renaissance woman Sarah (Kimberly Russell), ultraserious Alan (Tony O’Dell) and ethereal bibliophile Simone (Khrystyne Haje) – through academic challenges and real-life problems alike.

[libidomechanica]

Ive been flickering

Ive been flickering an old one at them so  handsomely in the king, as in his mouth  slips that theyes of loving, lawful, and brief emerge  in the moon decks herself in Presence summon  all the great wisdom is in age. See how the  flowers, marriage, have I managed like a rainbow  once in view thee, view thee, and yet ’“t is in  Boston, writing, and adoration still rebel  nature holds most nobly, and those juggling  eye or face, Who the whole in her behind. thou  art from me a sight of thee puts all the dust.          

Thoughts like the Soul of Plato,” to whom a  hundred to him. And a  marriage-bed, be kept alive, notes that delicious  multiple desire you, fond fancy, so artless, so simple  as the favouritism, but never believe that  I were taught letter-crystal. Its today… The  rose-buds the purple passionate desire In  fairnesse raigneth! How could not veer round your belles and yellowing.  wingd with breathe oer my own affection wrongfully  disgrace. Ushering behind the siren! It couldnt move,  now soft remembrance is now the grass, and make 

my Muse to me I kissed, and slaughters ground understand.  You! Which is driving at night and by the  fair as docile, but Juan in a halcyon sea.  With silence seald false eyes held up his body now  alls past expenses. And Music raise and quiet  forest-trees borne and darken, oer the person  to stare, and merely for them. Out of  the rumours: some hours be the pillars?  O dinna care, plants of the moonlight, elbows, knees,  dreams which might temptation for it anew  revive; inspires at every flowers conveyed.

[neondvcks]

we were three (the moon, you and me)

fjord/jester, siren!au, mentions of death/dying

Quick disclaimer: this is pure self-indulgence and slightly dark (not really) for the month of halloween. I have not written for this fandom before (or written a lot of fanfic at all the last few years) and English is not my first language so excuse the inevitable mistakes.

[AO3]

There are a great many stories about a great many things lurking beneath the ocean waves. Unknown creatures waiting hungrily for mindless sailors, benevolent forces looking to save lost souls; myths of claws and teeth and shadows, magical and terrible and irresistible.

Fjord has heard all of them - on the docks, over half-drunk cups, across endless voyages with dark horizons -  and yet he still finds himself woefully unprepared when the soft musical voice drifts up from the water. The song, wordless and haunting, tugs at something lonely deep inside his chest and fills him with a longing so intense he’s up on the railing before any sense returns to his mind. Even then it’s only the striking of eight bells that persuades him to step down safely onto the deck instead of diving headfirst into the salty abyss.

Afterwards the voice finds him again and again. Always after the sun has set, always when he’s alone. It speaks to him in a foreign accent, the sound both attractive and terrifying, trying to lure him to a death on the murky ocean floor. Fjord tries and fails to catch a glimpse at the source, though he’s convinced he sees a flash of blue scales the one time he aims a harpoon into the depths below - right before a gleeful laugh rings in his ears.

Every now and then it leaves him alone for nights on end, lulls him into a false sense of solitude and when he starts to think that maybe - just maybe - it has grown bored and tired, it re-appears; cryptic and joyful and threatening.

It’s in moments like this - when he’s tired, his eyes are lost on the horizon and he finds himself buried in his own thoughts - that it manages to trick him into engagement. The voice tells splendid stories, fills his mind with wonders, entertaining and alluring, and then prods him for information which he can’t help but give. Ridiculous things, arbitrary things, things that seem unimportant right until he lies in bed and dread fills him as he thinks of all the ways he just signed his soul away.

*

“Don’t you have other sailors to— devour or something?” Fjord laments one night. He’s tired and has been on the water for too long.

“Sure,” the voice replies cheerily, “but none that are quite so pleasant in conversation. Nor as handsome.” The blush that creeps up along his neck only adds to his annoyance.

“Aren’t you tired?” It sounds like a plea even to his own ears. “Aren’t you bored? Cold? Hungry?”

“Ravenous,” comes the reply without missing a beat, raising the hairs on Fjord’s arms. “Would you like to help me with that?”

Fjord grumbles something unintelligible under his breath and is rewarded with a bubbly laugh. He ignores the misplaced sense of pride that springs up at being the cause of it, instead he lets himself slump against a barrel and wonders if anyone has ever been stalked by a fish before.

“Will you please tell me more about the food you eat on the islands? Those bananas sound pretty interesting.”

He sighs but complies. It’s easier to talk mindlessly about exotic fruits and strange pastries (the creature seems to be most interested in the descriptions of sweet flavors) than to spend the remainder of his watch trying to ignore the presence down in the water.

*

Vandran tells him it’s a siren. Fjord doesn’t talk about the encounters and Vandran doesn’t ask an explanation for the sudden interest in deep-sea legends; simply narrows his eyes slightly.

Nearly everyone - both in port and on sea - has a story about sirens and nearly everyone is willing to share it.  Alluring and highly deadly, sirens are said to be insatiable and merciless and the most lethal monsters beneath the waves.

“They’ll tear the flesh straight from your bones,” the cook grins menacingly.

“They’ll suck the soul out of your chest,” the dockmaster warns.

Fjord’s imagination has always been lacking, more practically inclined, but even so he can’t help the image his mind creates. Half woman, half demon; a servant of death with long flowing hair and a scaled tail; eyes filled with murder and mirth.

There are no tales, however, about unexplained fascinations and relentless fixations on unassuming seafarers. Nothing about curiosity and wit or endless teasing. No one talks about genuine wonder and quiet kinship or offers up an answer as to why Fjord has started dreaming of radiant laughter.

*

Fjord has come to expect the company now, feels almost dissapointed on the evenings the siren doesn’t appear. She laughs with him as much as at him now, she finds simple ways of provoking him, of keeping him engaged. She asks puzzling questions and offers challenging answers; settling herself quietly and comfortably inside Fjord’s mind.

He cannot quite figure out why. He’s never been a particularly interesting conversationalist nor one for clever insights. He’s quiet and simple and truly the strangest thing about him are the chipped tusks he keeps neatly hidden away. He’s not inspiring like Vandran nor cunning like Sabien, yet he doesn’t hear them speak of strange visitors that wish to lure them into the darkness.

And so he wonders, his explanations always coming up short.

Until one night when he’s talking gruffly and reluctantly about the orphanage and he’s met with a tender; “you must’ve been so lonely.” It’s filled with such sorrowful compassion, such melancholy empathy and suddenly the thought comes to him.

“As are you.”

No reply comes and he said it so low and quietly he isn’t even sure it carried over the sound of creaking wood; but it fits perfectly in his chest as the truth is want to do and looking back he wonders how he could’ve missed it at all.

*

It becomes increasingly difficult to remember to be afraid. When the siren mentions her hunger so flippantly or half-heartedly tries to coax him off the ship, Fjord often lacks the distress he knows he should be feeling. Instead he scoffs or chuckles or simply ignores and desperately tries not to think of what it would be like to simply give in.

It’s during one of his watches on the main deck (closer to sunrise than sundown) a muted, colorful light dances up from below the ship. Merely a second later her voice urges him softly to “quick, come see.” He doesn’t hesitate but before leaning over the railing he does have the good sense of wrapping one of the rigging lines around his arm; just in case.

There in the water, faintly glowing in the light of the moon, drifts a jellyfish bloom. And another a little ways beyond that, and another beyond that. Hundreds and hundreds of small marine animals spread out in clusters as far as the eye can see, illuminating the ocean in breathtaking bioluminescence.

The hues of pinks and blues and other pastels are not what draw Fjord’s eye however; barely a few feet from him, moving effortlessly with the waves, is the most fantastical creature he has ever seen. Lit up slightly by the force of nature that’s passing them by her skin is ghastly blue, her hair darker and dripping underneath twisting horns. A soft splashing alerts him to the tail hidden in the salty water, a long unnatural shadow that stretches under her.

“Have you ever seen anything like this before?” she asks and then lifts her eyes to meet his. Bright and enchanting they leave him breathless as she studies him.

He nods slowly, unthinking, unable to look anywhere else and suddenly she flashes him a smile, fangs sharp and dangerous. A tingling spreads from the back of his neck as something pulls at his gut; he can’t say if it’s fear or want or both.

“Do you want to take a closer look?” Even if it is difficult to make out on her face as a shadow passes over it, the smirk is clear in her voice. His knuckles are white with the sheer force of keeping himself on board.

“T-the—” he coughs, his voice hoarse, “the last thing I’d want to do is jump in there.”

“Really?” she challenges.

“Their sting is quite painful,” he reasons, more with himself than with her.

She simply laughs at that.

*

“Would it hurt?” he can’t help but ask.

She doesn’t answer at first; searches silently for something in his gaze. He might imagine the fear reflected in her own.

“I don’t know.”

*

In the end it doesn’t matter, in the end it’s a storm that takes him.

The initial impact with the water is enough to force most of the air out of him; the slamming against the hull of the ship chokes out whatever would’ve remained in his lungs. The current tosses him around, whirls him in every possible direction but towards the surface until there is nothing but darkness and his burning lungs. He tries desperately to swim, kicking his legs until his boots sink below, until his vision blurs and his arms grow numb.

The only regret he can muster up as the abyss starts tugging at his consciousness is not making the jump himself.

He doesn’t notice the hands at first. Only when the webbed fingers find his own, pull him away from oblivion, does the barest hint of feeling return to his body. He still can’t see but there are scales sliding against his legs as something weighs against his chest. His face feels paralyzed when cold palms come to rest against it. The press against his lips is soft, barely noticeable but not unpleasant and then--

Sudden fire spreads through every part of his being, sets everything ablaze as even the darkness seems to dance like flames. The pressure against his mouth grows, hot and uncomfortable and enslaving. Burning and burning and burning.

The shock of cold and fresh air as his head breaches the surface leaves him dizzy. Gasping and spluttering he clings desperately onto the only solid thing around him as waves keep crashing over them.

He hardly registers the siren pulling him steadily, too dazed and confused, his brain too sluggish to comprehend their moving. He focuses instead on the only thing he can see; her eyes. Purple and violent and all-consuming.

If this is death, maybe dying is not so terrible.

[dawnasiler]

Best of 2019: The 25 Most Memorable Skin, Hair and Makeup Looks on the Red Carpet This Year

A brand new awards season is about to begin—but before we get started, let's reflect back on the beauty looks that blew us away in 2019!

Every December, I go through all my red carpet reports from the previous 12 months to choose the skin, hair and makeup moments that defined the year. 

Compared to 2018, celebs were more experimental than ever, giving us runway-inspired eye makeup, unconventional hair colours and creative accessories.

Behold, the beauty moments of 2019 that we won't soon forget:

Lupita Nyong’o at the Golden Globes

Lupita Nyong'o at the 2019 Golden Globe Awards.

Close-up of Lupita Nyong'o at the 2019 Golden Globe Awards.

Award season got off to an excellent start with Lupita Nyong'o's electric blue lashes and matching eyeliner at the Golden Globes. She paired it with a futuristic hairstyle and rosy lipstick...and the glow emanating from her skin is just insane!

Lupita is wearing: Sheet mask • Eye cream • Moisturizer • Primer • Foundation in 550 Suede C • Concealer in 510 Suede C • Powder in 500 • Highlighter in Bronze Glow • Blush in Rum Raisin • Eyeshadow in Gris Fumee • Eyeshadow primer in Sienne • Eyeliner in Côte D'Azur and Noir Intense • Eyeliner in Noir • Mascara in Blue • False lashes in Royal Blue • Brow Pencil in Black • Brow mascara in Transparent • Lip balm • Lip liner in Portelle • Lipstick in Dram'atic

Lady Gaga at the Golden Globes

Lady Gaga at the 2019 Golden Globe Awards.

Close-up of Lady Gaga at the 2019 Golden Globe Awards.

Lady Gaga also wore blue at the Golden Globes, but in her hair instead of her makeup. The colourful streaks gave her Cinderella-esque updo and classic makeup an edgy spin (and from her, we'd expect nothing less!).

Lady Gaga is wearing: Eyeshadow in Frivoluxe • Eyeshadow in Flashlight • Eyeliner in Blacquer • Eyeliner in Out of the Blue • Mascara • Lipstick in Moody Margot • Lip gloss in Sugar Sugar

Emmy Rossum at the Critics’ Choice Awards

Emmy Rossum at the 2019 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Emmy Rossum at the 2019 Critics' Choice Awards.

At the Critics' Choice Awards, Emmy Rossum showed us how a blackberry lip is done. The dramatic hue was set off by her flawless skin, sleek updo and perfect set of cat eyes (notice how the liner is on the outer third of both her top and bottom lash lines).

Emmy is wearing: Lipstick in Protector

Lucy Boynton at the SAG Awards

Lucy Boynton at the 2019 SAG Awards.

Close-up of Lucy Boynton at the 2019 SAG Awards.

Floating eyeliner is something you expect to see on the runways, not the red carpet. But Lucy Boynton pulled it off beautifully at the SAG Awards, pairing it with stained lips, a textured bob and a velvet ribbon.

Lucy is wearing: Eyeliner in Noir • Mascara • Brow gel • Lipstick in Love

Jennifer Lopez at the Grammys

Jennifer Lopez at the 2019 Grammy Awards.

Close-up of Jennifer Lopez at the 2019 Grammy Awards.

Jennifer Lopez was the talk of the Grammys in an extra-long ponytail and a big, wide-brimmed hat. Yes, it looks like something she could have borrowed from Celine Dion's closet, but the look certainly was memorable.

Irina Shayk at the Oscars

Irina Shayk at the 2019 Academy Awards.

Close-up of Irina Shayk at the 2019 Academy Awards.

The Oscars are never the most exciting night for beauty—celebs tend to play it too safe—but Irina Shayk's look is still ingrained in my memory. It was all about her smooth, straight bob, barely-there makeup and turtleneck.

Irina is wearing: Foundation • Bronzer • Eyeshadow in Prim-O!, Daddi-O! and O!Yeah • Lash primer • Mascara in Black • Lip gloss in Mocha Choco-Lata!

Emilia Clarke at the ‘Game of Thrones’ Premiere

Emilia Clarke at the 2019 Season 8 premiere of 'Game of Thrones.'

Close-up of Emilia Clarke at the 2019 Season 8 premiere of 'Game of Thrones.'

For the final season premiere of Game of Thrones, Emilia Clarke took a Goth-style look to the red carpet with dark vampy lips, pink eyeshadow and pale skin. Her hair was also braided at the back, as a nod to her character, Daenerys Targaryen.

Emilia is wearing: Skin balm • Foundation • Concealer in Ivory • Highlighter in Sculpting • Blush in Naked Lies • Eyeshadow in Canons de Beaute • Eyeshadow in Mystère et Intensité (on eyes and lips) • Mascara • Brow pencil in Brown • Brow gel • Lip liner in Rouge Noir

BTS at the Billboard Music Awards

BTS at the 2019 Billboard Music Awards.

At the Billboard Music Awards, the best beauty look belonged not to one person but an entire group: BTS, of course! Who wasn't completely captivated by their flawless skin, rosy stained lips and (in the case of Jimin) pink hair? 

Lily Collins at the Met Gala

Lily Collins at the 2019 Met Gala.

Close-up of Lily Collins at the 2019 Met Gala.

Lily Collins paid tribute to the 1960s at the Met Gala, flaunting a sky-high beehive hairdo adorned with white flowers and an oversized headband. The aesthetic extended to the makeup, with matte lilac eyeshadow, theatrical lashes and pale lips.

Lily is wearing: Moisturizer • Foundation in 140 Ivoire N • Powder in Translucent • Blush in Shimmer Pink Fling • Contour in 360 Bisque N • Eyeshadow in Lavender Grace • Liquid liner in Matte Noir (as eyeliner and to create beauty marks) • Mascara in Black • Brow gel in Noir • Lipstick in Nuit et Jour • Eyeliner in French Lace (on lips, mixed with lipstick)

Ciara

Ciara at the 2019 Met Gala.

Close-up of Ciara at the 2019 Met Gala.

The biggest hair moment at the Met Gala was without a doubt Ciara's afro. It was so voluminous, it couldn't even fit in this photo! She wore it with forest green and gold smoky eyes (along with her signature chiseled cheekbones).

Ciara is wearing: Eyeshadow in Blitz Emerald • Eyeliner in Xtreme Black

Gigi Hadid at the Met Gala

Gigi Hadid at the 2019 Met Gala.

Close-up of Gigi Hadid at the 2019 Met Gala.

Gigi Hadid delivered on the Met Gala's "camp" theme with a Liberace-inspired catsuit that covered up her signature long hair. But it was her avant garde white eyelashes that really took things to the next level.

Gigi is wearing: Foundation in Warm Nude • Bronzer in Light • Lipstick in Driver

Lupita Nyong’o at the Met Gala

Lupita Nyong'o at the 2019 Met Gala.

Close-up of Lupita Nyong'o at the 2019 Met Gala.

Who knew that literal combs in your hair, along with exaggerated Drag Queen eye makeup, could look this chic on the red carpet? Lupita Nyong'o's Met Gala ensemble was her most imaginative yet (and for her, that's saying something!).

Lupita is wearing: Serum • Moisturizer • Primer • Foundation in 550 Suede C • Concealer in 510 • Blush • Eyeshadow primer • Powder in Translucent (on eyes) • Eyeshadow in Onyx, Bronze and Monogold • Eyeliner in Noir Intense and French Lace • Liquid liner in Noir • Mascara in Black • False lashes • Brow gel in Noir • Lip gloss in Not Afraid

Kim Kardashian at the Met Gala

Kim Kardashian at the 2019 Met Gala.

Close-up of Kim Kardashian at the 2019 Met Gala.

We've seen wet hair on the red carpet before, but not like Kim Kardashian did it at the Met Gala. Not only did her hair look dripping wet, but her dress was also covered in crystal water droplets, as if she emerged from the sea. (Somehow, her face remained matte, though!)

Kim is wearing: Face mask • Serum • Concealer in 7 • Powder in Bake 2 • Powder in Brighten 2 • Contour in Medium II and Dark I • Highlighter in Iridescent • Eyeshadow in Albania, Bronzy and Armenian • Lip liner in Nude 1.5 and Nude 2 • Lipstick in Nude 2 • Lip gloss in Super Nude

Lady Gaga at the Met Gala

Lady Gaga at the 2019 Met Gala.

Close-up of Lady Gaga at the 2019 Met Gala.

The final standout look from the Met Gala was of course Lady Gaga's. Like Gigi Hadid, she wore a set of long, spiky lashes, this time in gold. She also brought back her iconic hair bows (remember them, circa 2008?) in miniature size. 

Lady Gaga is wearing: Moisturizer • Concealer • Powder • Eyeliner in Pink of Me • Eyeliner in Blacquer • Liquid liner in Blacquer • Mascara in Noir • Lipstick in Flaming-Oh! • Lip gloss in Sweet Escape

Selena Gomez at the Cannes Film Festival

Selena Gomez at the 2019 Cannes Film Festival Gala Dinner.

Close-up of Selena Gomez at the 2019 Cannes Film Festival Gala Dinner.

For her first-ever appearance at the Cannes Film Festival, Selena Gomez served up old Hollywood glamour. Her bold cat eyes, red lipstick and ballerina updo are a modern take on the classics.

Selena is wearing: Moisturizer • Foundation in Y270 • Concealer in Light 23 • Powder in Siren 52 • Bronzer in Tan-Tastic 104 • Blush in Flesh & Fantasy 506 • Eyeshadow in Flashlight • Liquid liner in Blacquer • Mascara in Noir • Lipstick in Oh Miley 200

Shailene Woodley at the CFDA Awards

Shailene Woodley at the 2019 CFDA Fashion Awards.

Close-up of Shailene Woodley at the 2019 CFDA Fashion Awards.

Shailene Woodley lit up the CFDA Awards red carpet with these unexpected swipes of neon orange eyeshadow. I love that she pared back everything else, wearing just a slick of lip gloss and a sprinkling of faux freckles.

Katy Perry at the ‘Carnival Row’ Premiere

Katy Perry at the 2019 premiere of 'Carnival Row.'

Close-up of Katy Perry at the 2019 premiere of 'Carnival Row.'

After sporting the same short haircut for the last few years, there was a collective sigh of relief when Katy Perry stepped out in this chic platinum lob at the Carnival Row premiere. Matte rose lipstick and matching eyeshadow completed the look.  

Halsey at the VMAs

Halsey at the 2019 MTV Video Music Awards.

Close-up of Halsey at the 2019 MTV Video Music Awards.

If anyone can rock rainbow hair, it's Halsey, The singer showed up to the VMAs with not only a multi-coloured part, but also draped orange blush that was blended right up to her temples. 

Halsey is wearing: Concealer • Highlighter in Pearl Crush • Lipstick in Hustle (on cheeks) • Lip liner in In The Nude • Lip gloss in Melted Toffee

Jennifer Lopez at the ‘Hustlers’ Premiere

Jennifer Lopez at the 2019 Toronto premiere of 'Hustlers.'

Close-up of Jennifer Lopez at the 2019 Toronto premiere of 'Hustlers.'

Jennifer Lopez was like a ray of sunshine at the premiere of Hustlers. To go with her look-at-me yellow dress, she debuted a new sun-kissed blonde bob and orange-toned makeup.

Zendaya at the Emmys

Zendaya at the 2019 Emmy Awards.

Close-up of Zendaya at the 2019 Emmy Awards.

Zendaya is always switching up her hair, but one of her most surprising changes was the auburn shade she chose for the Emmys. (And it's not a wig!) She looked every bit the screen siren in glam waves and sophisticated neutral makeup.

Zendaya is wearing: Moisturizer • Primer • Foundation in 425 Bisque W • Foundation in 435 Bisque W • Concealer in 370 W Bisque • Powder in Translucent • Eyeshadow in Amber Velour, Scorching, Opulent Onyx and Galactic Sapphire • Liquid liner • Brow pencil in Auburn • Brow pencil in Chestnut • Brow gel in Transparent • Lip gloss in Sweet Glow

Jessica Alba at the Baby2Baby Gala

Jessica Alba at the 2019 Baby2Baby Gala.

Close-up of Jessica Alba at the 2019 Baby2Baby Gala.

Padded headbands were the accessory of the year, and Jessica Alba's pearly version at the Baby2Baby Gala was one of the best. There's a lot going on (her hair was actually in a faux lob), so she wisely kept the makeup sheer and golden.

Jessica is wearing: Moisturizer • Matte primer • Illuminating primer • Foundation in Amber • Blush in Peony Pink • Eyeshadow in Supreme • Liquid liner • Mascara • Tinted lip balm in Lychee Fruit • Lipstick in BFF

Katherine Langford at the AMAs

Katherine Langford at the 2019 American Music Awards.

Close-up of Katherine Langford at the 2019 American Music Awards.

I still can't stop staring at Katherine Langford's AMAs beauty look. The velvety red eyeshadow and flushed cheeks were so seamlessly blended, and her skin is just luminous. Gold beads along her hairline were the finishing touch.

Selena Gomez at the AMAs

Selena Gomez at the 2019 American Music Awards.

Close-up of Selena Gomez at the 2019 American Music Awards.

Love it or hate it, Selena's shoulder-length, curled-under lob was the talk of the AMAs. (I personally love it.) With the matte skin, matte brown eyeshadow and nude lips, it's all very '90s.

Halsey at the AMAs

Halsey at the 2019 American Music Awards.

Close-up of Halsey at the 2019 American Music Awards.

Also at the AMAs, Halsey gave us her most over-the-top look to date. This time, the rainbow action was in her eye makeup and even through her (bleached) brows. As if that weren't enough, her newly red hair was in a crimped updo. 

Taylor Swift at the ‘Cats’ Premiere

Taylor Swift at the 2019 New York premiere of 'Cats.'

Close-up of Taylor Swift at the 2019 New York premiere of 'Cats.'

Finally, we ended the year on a high note with one of the prettiest looks I've ever seen on Taylor Swift, at the premiere of Cats. The combination of red lipstick, winged liner and an updo with bangs is very "her" (in the best possible way!).

Which celeb had your favourite beauty look of 2019?

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Best of 2019: The 25 Most Memorable Skin, Hair and Makeup Looks on the Red Carpet This Year syndicated from The Skincare Edit