#dynamic / massoccurs ( jezebel / suzie ) tbt*

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@massoccurs​​ ->  This slope is treacherous and I like it - band girls band girls as their fame grows and shit gets wilder

      𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚄𝚉𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝚈 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾𝙾 . the sounds of screaming , cheering fans-- the bright , hot stage lights , and the thunderously loud music were 𝙵𝙰𝚁 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾𝚇𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 than any alcohol she could find herself able to stomach , for sure . but , no matter how intoxicating and 𝙳𝙸𝚉𝚉𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 the limelight could get , suzie was always rather good about keeping herself 𝙾𝚄𝚃 of the trouble many young stars like herself and jezebel could 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 find themselves in rather quickly . 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 ,  sadly  ,  is one of the 𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚂𝚃 differences between the two bandmates .    “     y-yeah ... i-i think that’s why i’m being 𝙴-𝙴𝚇𝚃𝚁𝙰 careful not to find myself sliding 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 the slope ..   “ 

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 - >  red [ taylor’s version ] lyric starters ( accepting ! )

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      “   it was 𝙸-𝙸𝙽𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴 . “  it’s like her 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 is vibrating . twinkling and glimmering like the 𝚄𝙻𝚃𝚁𝙰-𝙻𝚄𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃 stars above their heads , the very ones they were often compared too . she 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 understood the phrase , now . 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝚅𝙾𝙳𝙺𝙰 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚂 are her perfumed scent it would seem , surely jezebel could 𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙸𝚃 as the ingenue-eqsue , doe-eyed fellow bandmate came as instructed . 𝙿𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙺𝚂 tint as blood 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚂  too them , watching slender  , calloused digits as she plucks the loose feathers from her hair before eerily smoothing her messy locks . 𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝙰𝚂 , maybe she shouldn’t have listened too those guys back at the after party ... but she was so lost in the long hair and starstruck eyes , she lost her every inhibition it seemed . and she knew how dangerous that could be already .  “    i-i didn’t think a bunch of g-guys would ever gush over a girl like me before .... “   she’s like a school girl experiencing boy’s true , lobito driven nature for the very first time . “   𝙵-𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙺 always used t-to say heavy metal w-was a mans world , and his w-world a-alone ... “  

     𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄���𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙹𝙴𝚉𝙴𝙱𝙴𝙻 , fingers trapsing through disheveled , 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝚈 pink curls with chipped black paint adorning them and a fresh set of band-aids for her work damaged digits . 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴  , 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙰𝙻 , but she hadn’t expected it to be quite this intense for herself . but suzie 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳 her new life , the rush she got from the cheering fans and bright stage lights ; the ability to channel any and all emotions or memories into her lyrics and have them be 𝙿𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙳 and adored every night . people 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 , they cared about her . for the first time in her life , suzie felt important , she felt 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳 . and she would go through 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 to maintain such a feeling for once . now , suzanne was 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚈 aware of how little jezebel enjoyed her added presence in the group before ... but she was thankful to at least 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 the two guitarists were slowly beginning to grow closer to one another . 

    “  a-are the others in b-bed already ?? g-guess it’s just us left then , huh ? “ there’s a 𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃 , 𝙰𝚆𝙺𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳 chuckle that escapes her as she stands back up , leaning over ( with an 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 tug downward of her rather tiny skirt ) to pull herself a cherry cola from the buses mini-fridge . slowly stepping out of her black and pink spiked platforms as she returns to her normal , 𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙴 stature at last . sliding her arms out of the ripped mesh top she was wearing , leaving herself in the skirt and more or less sports bra she adorned beneath it . her body shimmered-- glittering still with flicks of silver and black paint dripping slowly down pierced , dimpled cheeks .  “    𝚆-𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙳𝙾 𝚂-𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵-𝙵𝚄𝙽   ?  “

TARGET   :   COLSON   ,   SUSIE   …   she had feathers in her hair.   |   @wiredsmile​

        GOD   ON   FIRST   GUITAR   ,   BASKING   IN   THEIR   REVELRY   EVEN    WHEN   THE  STAGE  LIGHTS   ARE   LONG   GONE   AND   HER   CORPSE   PAINT   IS   MELTING   OFF   HER   FACE   —   she is loved. she is worshipped. dressed or naked   ,   painted up or plain - faced   ,   whether she’s plastered on the ground or shining above them   ,   above everyone   ,   glowing in her immortal godhood. it’s beautiful. it’s breathtaking. it’s fucking sick. she is the original sin   ,   the temptation   ,   god of hedonism in its’ rawest form.

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@massoccurs​ ->  drapes herself over susie

        she's  stretched  out  along  her  bed  ,  notebook  laid  out  infront  of  her  and  pen  in  hand--  lazily  attempting  to  come  up  with  some  new  lyrics  when  her  feline  like  companion  decides  to  outstretch  over  the  others  petite  frame--  bringing  quite  the  smile  to  suzie's  face  as  she  peeks  back  over  her  shoulder  at  jezebel  now  .  "      hi  there    ....  you  comfy  ??  "

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 -> random inbox starters !  (  always accepting  !  )

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@massoccurs​ ->  observe for the metalocalypse au :3

𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 !  the words echo in her mind but the exclamation is not headed-- instead , it is 𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙳 . eyes remaining glued to the blonde as she sits , tuning her instrument in the most 𝚂𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴 of manners though suzie's manner of watching only makes things 𝙰𝚆𝙺𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳 . but somehow , it's so fascinating to her . watching as slender , manicured fingers twist and tune the knobs the metal cables were so tightly wounded around .  truthfully , suzie found herself watching jezebel more and more as time passed them by in this new 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 she called her life-- the way the blonde would carry herself in every aspect 𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 the pink haired young woman . from the way she examined herself ever so closely in the mirror with lipstick in hand , or on stage as she shreds a chorus ; this unwavering 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 and 𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 oozing from every pore it seemed . suzie could only 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼 of being anything near like her band mate was-- what it would be like to have fans and other band members follow her every instruction , to look at her as a 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚂 in her own right simply for her given abilities . notebook in her lap is 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 of scribbled , rewritten lyric ideas -- ripped , frayed pieces of paper hanging from it’s margin from each discarded , 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙳 attempt at new lyrics whilst their remnants lay in balled up form littering the floor around the buses trash bin .  a 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 shiver makes her muscles 𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴 and her stomach twist and sink all at once , 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 flooding back momentarily that suzie wants 𝙽𝙾 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 of right now ; but she channels this . a new page is suddenly 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙴𝙳 with words , vibrant green hues continuously flickering between the blonde and her paper as the sound of graphite against college ruled notebook pages mixing with this gentle tunes that echo through the empty bus . it’s a few moments before she fins herself yet again 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 by the platinum blonde in every motion she makes . it’s only when she notices how she is watching now whilst jezebel moves across the bus to the mirror to re-apply her makeup that she 𝙿𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂 her eyes away from her bandmate . heart pounding against her rib cage in thunderous fashion .

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 ->  observe drabble meme ( accepting ! )