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[elysiaheaven]

KC band au where reader is someone they chose from an audition to be a drummer kek…

ANGEL-GOTHIC! KILLER CHAT X READER! BAND AU!

Band AU Character Introductions: Angelgothic

Ronin (Electric Guitarist, Main Member): he/him Now playing!-"Ghost Rule"

"Rolling Girl" Lost One’s Weeping" Unhappy Refrain" Tokyo Teddy Bear" "Blessing"

Ronin stands tall at 6'1" with a devil-may-care attitude that could rival any rock star stereotype. His plum-colored hair peeks out from beneath his worn black beanie, and he’s almost always clad in dark clothes that lean heavily into an alternative, punk-goth aesthetic. Tattoos peek out from the sleeves of his ripped shirts, telling stories no one dares ask about. Known for being post-ironic, Ronin oozes confidence and sarcasm, loving to toy with people’s expectations. He has an intimidating, haunting presence that lingers even after he leaves the room. Despite his rough exterior, there’s something enigmatic about him that keeps people guessing—and intrigued.

Specialty: Wicked guitar solos that leave the audience breathless. Personality Highlight: Snarky and complex, hides deeper traumas under layers of wit and punk. Fixing is different from healing!

Angel (Lead Singer): she/her Now playing! "World is Mine"

"Tell Your World" – "Melt" ."Miracle Paint" – Not Allowed" (ダメダメよ) "Starduster" World's End Dancehall

Angel is the heart and soul of the band, known for her magnetic stage presence and a voice that can switch from angelic to ferocious in seconds. She has blonde, hair and wears outfits that are a blend of edgy and ethereal, playing into her stage name. Her optimism and warmth make her the glue that keeps the band from falling apart during tough times. Offstage, she’s the type who remembers birthdays, brings snacks to practice, and makes sure everyone feels like part of the team. But she has her moments of introspection, shadows that creep into her usually sunny demeanor. Specialty: Bringing raw emotion to every performance. Personality Highlight: Sweet with a strong backbone; can stand up to anyone when it matters. Misaki (Bass Guitarist): she/they! Now playing! Electric Angel

"Remote Control" "Ageage Again" "Nijigen Dream Fever" "Romeo and Cinderella" "Teo" by Omoi

Misaki is chaos personified, with short, choppy hair carrying an aura of wild energy. They’re nonbinary and switch between fashion styles effortlessly, sometimes punk, sometimes glam. Misaki has a sharp grin and a knack for stirring the pot, whether it’s with mischievous pranks or daring antics on stage. They keep practice sessions lively and are always the first to suggest taking a break for spontaneous dance-offs. However, behind their playful exterior is someone who fiercely protects those they care about. Specialty: Killer bass riffs that pulse with infectious energy. Personality Highlight: Jokester with an unyielding loyalty; wild but deeply caring. V (Pianist): he/him

Now playing!-"The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku

"The Thought to Relinquish" "Judgement of Corruption" by KEMU VOXX

"Senbonzakura" "Dark Woods Circus" "Two-Faced Lovers" "Kagerou Days"

V is the brooding genius of the group, with a cold exterior that hides a mind working a thousand miles an hour. Tall, with dark, neatly kept hair and sharp eyes, he exudes an air of mystery and meticulousness. He dresses in clean-cut, dark clothing, looking more like a classical pianist than a heavy metal musician—an image he subverts with hauntingly powerful keyboard solos. V is quiet and doesn’t give away much, choosing his words carefully and never indulging in small talk. His rivalry with Ronin is palpable, fueled by differing philosophies and a history they never talk about. Specialty: Complex and dramatic piano accompaniments that give the band a unique edge. Personality Highlight: Stoic and highly intelligent; has a deep, hidden care for his bandmates.

Other characters!

Vince (Manager): Vince is the brains behind the operation, a sharp-eyed man with a penchant for sharp suits. He’s dedicated, resourceful, and knows the industry inside out. Vince has a strong bond with the band, even though he often has to play the role of the exasperated parent. He believes in Angelgothic’s potential and pushes them hard to reach it, but he’s also the first one to show up with support when things go south. Specialty: Business acumen, organizing tours, and keeping the band in line. Personality Highlight: Strict but supportive; a true believer in the band’s potential. Ai Hua (Boss’s Wife & Band Caretaker): Ai Hua is a warm, motherly figure who makes sure the band is well-fed and looked after. Though she isn’t officially part of the crew, she’s a comforting presence at gigs and practices. With a love for music herself, she enjoys watching Angelgothic’s growth and often gives them pep talks before big performances. Specialty: Bringing stability and emotional support. Personality Highlight: Kind, nurturing, but with a hidden fire when it comes to defending those she cares about.

PLAYLIST! FOR THEM! "Magnet" (with Luka Megurine) "From Y to Y" "Cantarella" Luca and Feli Just fans and "friends" Luca x Feli now playing!

"Wave" by Lily "Sayonara Memories" by Supercell (feat. Hatsune Miku) "Blue Star" by Hatsune Miku "World is Mine" (Soft Version) "Meteor" by Hatsune Miku Main lover!-you! (Y/N) (Drummer): (Y/N) embodies resilience with a rebellious streak, decked out in an emo style that reflects the turmoil and drive inside them. They grew up under strict, judgmental eyes, enduring the suffocating expectations of a religious upbringing that clashed with their true self. Every beat they strike is a declaration of independence and defiance, heavy with the promise to prove themselves and silence those who doubted them. When they auditioned, (Y/N) brought an energy that shook the room and a confidence that masked their jagged edges. Specialty: Thunderous drumming that adds explosive energy to the band’s sound. Personality Highlight: Charismatic with hidden depths; driven by passion and a need to belong.

Now playing!?

"ODDS&ENDS"

"1/6 -out of the gravity-"

Ura-omote Lovers"

PoPiPo"

"Love is War"

This is part 1! Let me know if i should continue this!

You stood outside the worn-down building, heart pounding in your chest like a drum, a mixture of excitement and anxiety bubbling within you. This was it—the moment you’d been waiting for. After countless auditions, you’d finally made it here to audition for a band, and not just any band, but one called Angelgothic. The name alone sent shivers down your spine, resonating with your desires for rebellion and expression.

You’ve always wanted to be part of a band. Ever since you were a kid, the beats and riffs of heavy metal resonated with you, making you feel alive in a world that felt hell-bent on crushing your spirit. Your parents, however, saw it as nothing but a phase—something associated with rebellion, with styles they deemed inappropriate and sinful. It didn’t matter to them that music was your refuge, your sanctuary. It was just another thing to add to their list of disappointments.

Growing up in a strict household, your parents had never understood your love for heavy metal, the powerful beats and raw lyrics that spoke to your soul. You’d spent your teenage years confined within the walls of a Christian school, where the teachers preached about righteousness while you sat in the back, doodling skulls and flowers in your notebook, dreaming of a life drenched in black leather and screaming guitars. They didn’t just push you away from music; they tried to erase who you were, constantly reminding you that your style was unacceptable, that your dreams were foolish. They wanted you to be perfect, but perfect wasn’t a cage, it was a prison, and you’d had enough.

Ever since you were a kid, your heart beat to the rhythm of heavy metal, drowning out the judgmental whispers of your parents and the cruel laughter of your peers. They never understood your passion for the dark and gritty side of life; to them, it was just a phase. But you were determined to break free from the shackles of their expectations. You wanted to prove them wrong.

Every night, you’d sneak into your room, blasting the music that made your soul sing—the harsh chords and thunderous drums calling to you. You longed to be part of a band, to unleash your frustrations on the drum kit, to feel the vibrations of the music pulsate through your veins. But life was shit. Your parents had made it clear: heavy metal was a sin. So you kept your dreams hidden, nurturing them in the shadows.

You had auditioned for countless bands, hoping to find a place to belong, only to be turned away time and time again. But then came the fateful day you heard about Angelgothic—a new band formed by talented individuals who had faced their own struggles. You felt a spark of hope ignite in your chest. This could be your chance.

You walked through the doors of the rehearsal space, you felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. You were about to meet the people you would be sharing the stage with, and while the fear of rejection crept in, the thrill of potential success pushed it aside. You had to prove to your parents that you could make it, that you were more than just a disappointment.

What you saw left you breathless.

There he was—Ronin. He was mesmerizing, his hands moving fluidly over the strings of his electric guitar, a devilish grin plastered on his face. The music he played was intoxicating, a dark melody that resonated with the chaos you felt inside. His hair fell just above his eyes, a wild plum color that contrasted against the stark black of his clothing. Everything about him screamed rebellion and artistry, and you found yourself completely captivated.

When you entered the room, you were hit by the sound of electric guitars screaming with energy. The sight of the band was overwhelming. Ronin, the electric guitarist, was in the middle of a solo, hair falling over his face as he played with an intensity that made your heart race. There was something devilish about the way he moved, a magnetism that drew you in. He was the embodiment of everything you adored about the heavy metal scene. You felt your cheeks heat as you watched him, feeling as if you had fallen in love at first sight.

Misaki, the bass guitarist, was energetically keeping up with the rhythm, her fiery spirit contagious. V, the pianist, added a layer of complexity to the sound, his fingers dancing over the keys like a master magician. And Angel, the singer, poured her heart into every note, her voice echoing through the room with a passion that sent shivers down your spine.

You watched in awe as the band played, feeling a connection to the music that coursed through your veins. It was raw, it was powerful, and it was everything you had ever wanted. You felt a sense of hope blossom within you—maybe this was your chance, your opportunity to finally become part of something great.

But then, reality struck. You remembered the trepidation that followed you everywhere. Your parents’ disapproving faces flashed in your mind, the words of your teachers ringing in your ears. “You’re wasting your time. You’ll never make it.” Doubt crept in, threatening to suffocate the excitement bubbling within you.

You took a moment to catch your breath, soaking in the atmosphere. V, the pianist, was in the corner, his fingers dancing across the keys, lost in his own world. He seemed cold and distant, the kind of person who might look right through you if you dared to make eye contact. Misaki was chaotic, dancing around the room with a laugh that was infectious, as if she were filled with pure energy. And then there was Angel, the singer—her voice cut through the air, sweet and powerful, a combination that felt like a promise of what was to come.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and you felt like a deer caught in headlights. Ronin turned slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours, piercing through the haze of uncertainty. The room went quiet, the air thick with tension as everyone’s gaze shifted to you.

Now, Ronin noticed you. His eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against his guitar, looking you up and down. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb wandering into the devil’s den?”

You felt your stomach twist with a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. He was teasing, and there was something about that glimmer in his eyes that both frightened and excited you. It was a challenge, and you weren’t about to back down. “Just here to audition,” you said, trying to sound confident despite the fluttering in your chest.

“Is that so?” He crossed his arms, a playful grin spreading across his face. “You think you can keep up with us? We’re not just any band; we’re Angelgothic. We bring chaos, darling.”

“Please, Ronin, be nice,” Angel interjected, her voice soothing like a gentle breeze. “You know we need a drummer, and if they made it this far, they must have some talent. What's your name?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m Y/N,” you managed, feeling a bit out of place but excited nonetheless.

“Awesome! We’re about to take a break. Why don’t you grab a seat?” she suggested, motioning to an empty chair nearby. You nodded and settled in, your heart racing as you tried to absorb everything happening around you.

The band took a break, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Ronin. He caught your eye and flashed you a smile that made your heart race. Your stomach flipped, and you could feel a warmth spreading across your cheeks. Was it possible you had fallen for him just like that? You couldn’t help but admire how he seemed so comfortable in his skin, exuding a confidence you wished you had.

“What brings you here, Y/N?” Angel asked, her voice sweet and melodic

You couldn’t help but admire how Angel balanced the chaotic energy in the room with her sweet nature. She exuded warmth, making you feel more welcome. But Ronin wasn’t done with his game. He leaned closer, his voice low and teasing, “You do look a little… emo for our style. What’s your story, huh?”

You felt your heart race at his words. Here was this handsome devil of a guitarist, flirting and taunting you all at once. “Just someone who got tired of being told I couldn’t be myself,” you said, trying to inject some attitude into your response. “I want to be in a band and prove everyone wrong.”

Ronin’s eyes sparkled with interest. “Rebel against the system, huh? I can respect that. But can you really handle being in a band with a bunch of misfits like us?”

Misfits. That was the perfect description. You had always felt like an outsider, the black sheep of your family, especially after years spent in religious schools that drilled the idea of conformity into your head. The trauma of being told you were wrong for wanting to express yourself in any way lingered like a dark cloud overhead. But here, surrounded by these musicians, you felt a flicker of hope. Maybe you could carve out a place for yourself after all.

“I’ve handled worse,” you replied, smirking back at him. “Besides, if I wanted to play it safe, I wouldn’t be here.”

Misaki burst into laughter, and V, still focused on his piano, rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the hint of a smile creeping onto his face. “Spunky, I like that, Vince is back, Let's see how you do!"

Um! What! Oh shit! This is it! Breathe y/n! Breathe!

The rehearsal came to an end, the energy in the room was electric. Ronin had been relentless with his teasing, as usual, throwing playful jabs at you and challenging your confidence. You could tell he wanted to push your buttons, testing how far he could go before you snapped back at him. But there was something about it that felt… invigorating.

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got, drummer,” Ronin said, leaning against his guitar with an amused smirk. “I hope you’re not just here to play ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ because I might have to kick you out of the band myself.” His tone was teasing, and you rolled your eyes, a small smile creeping onto your lips.

“Maybe I’ll surprise you,” you shot back, your ego rising as you felt a surge of determination. This was your chance to show them what you could really do, to prove that you belonged here among the chaos of Angelgothic.

Angel, with her ever-supportive nature, jumped in to defend you. “Come on, Ronin, give them a break! We all know they’ve got talent.” She shot him a look, her hands on her hips as if to say, “Don’t mess with my new friend.”

Ronin feigned innocence, holding up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, Saint Maria, I’ll be nice. For now.” The rest of the band chuckled, and the atmosphere lightened as everyone settled down to watch you.

“Alright, (Y/N), we want to hear what you’ve got!” Misaki exclaimed, bouncing on her heels with excitement. Her chaotic energy was contagious, and you felt your heart race with anticipation.

“Yeah, show us what you can do!” V added, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. Though his tone was cool, you could sense the underlying interest in his words. It was a rare moment of encouragement from the usually aloof pianist.

Everyone in the room fell silent, their eyes trained on you. You could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on you, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, you embraced it. You took a deep breath, letting the rhythm of your heart guide you. This was what you had always wanted—a chance to prove yourself.

“Alright, Ronin,” you said, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Let’s see if you can keep up with me.” You picked up your drumsticks and took your position behind the kit, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Better not play something lame like ‘Baa Baa Black Sheep,’” Ronin quipped, his voice dripping with mockery.

With a smirk, you launched into a rhythm, the sticks flying through the air as you brought the drums to life. You started off slow, teasing the beat, but then you cranked up the energy, drumming like you were channeling every ounce of passion that had been pent up inside you.

The sound echoed around the room, and soon Ronin couldn’t help but join in, his guitar weaving seamlessly into the rhythm you created. His playful demeanor faded as he focused on the music, the atmosphere shifting from playful banter to serious collaboration. You could see the spark in his eyes as he began to lose himself in the moment, the two of you creating something electric together.

“Yeah, that’s the spirit!” he shouted, a grin breaking across his face. The way you drummed made his laughter fill the air, invigorating the energy in the room. You poured everything into the performance, the adrenaline surging through your veins as you locked into the groove with Ronin.

Misaki bounced along with the beat, she joined in on her bass guitar, matching your intensity with her chaotic style. “YES! SLAY!” she cheered, the excitement radiating from her. You couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, feeling like a part of something bigger than yourself.

V picked up the piano keys next, adding a melodic layer that wrapped around the rhythm like a warm embrace. His cold exterior melted away as the music filled the space, and you could tell he was enjoying this as much as the rest of you. The synergy between the four of you was palpable, and it felt like you were creating magic in that moment.

When you finally ended the song, a triumphant crescendo of sound echoing in the rehearsal space, the room erupted in applause. Misaki dashed over, wrapping her arms around you in an enthusiastic hug. “You’re so good!” she exclaimed, squeezing you tightly, her chaotic energy wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

“Thanks, Misaki!” you laughed, feeling elated by the praise.

V, maintaining his cool demeanor, nodded slightly. “You did well,” he said, his voice steady. It was as close to a compliment as you would likely ever get from him, and it made your heart swell with pride.

“Still not that great, but you’ll survive,” Ronin teased, crossing his arms with a playful smirk. You shot him a mock glare, your competitive spirit flaring up. You wanted to kick his nose, honestly.

“Shut up, Ronin,” you said, a smile creeping onto your lips despite your irritation.

Angel laughed softly, shaking her head. “If you keep this up, we might just have to keep you around,” she said, her tone light but her eyes serious.

The band exchanged glances, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Did they really want you to stay? You couldn’t help but feel a swell of hope, a flicker of possibility igniting in your chest.

Vince, the band’s manager, watched the scene unfold with a thoughtful expression. He exchanged glances with Ai Hua, who stood nearby with a supportive smile. After a moment of consideration, he approached you, extending his hand for a shake. “I think we’ve found our new drummer,” he said, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Welcome to Angelgothic!”

You couldn’t believe it. Your heart soared as you accepted his handshake, feeling like you had finally found your place. “Thank you! I won’t let you down!” you shouted, your excitement bubbling over.

“Yasss!” Misaki cheered, jumping up and down. “We’re going to be the best band ever!”

Ronin pretended to roll his eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk on his face. “Just remember, I’ll always be watching you, (Y/N). Don’t think you can slack off just because you’re part of the band now.”

The laughter in the rehearsal space began to fade, Ronin crossed his arms, leaning back against his guitar with that ever-present smirk still plastered across his face. “You think you’re just going to waltz in here and take my spot without a fight? I’m gonna give you a hard time, (Y/N).” His voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it that made you gulp involuntarily.

But you weren’t going to let him see any fear. You straightened your posture, plastering on your best “womanizer” face, filled with bravado. “Okay, bring it on! Just remember, if you keep messing with me, does that mean you’re a little obsessed?” You winked, reveling in the challenge you had thrown his way.

The room fell silent for a split second, all eyes shifting to Ronin, who seemed unfazed by your cheeky comeback. He just leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Obsessed? Please, I’m just trying to keep you on your toes. Wouldn’t want you to get too comfortable.” His smirk deepened, and you could see the playful fire in his gaze, but the tension in the room crackled with something deeper.

Nudging Misaki with your elbow, you added, “NGL, you remind me of that guy from Heathers, JD. You’ve got that whole ‘dark and brooding’ vibe down pat. How do you feel about it?”

At the mention of the character, Ronin’s expression shifted, a dark look crossing his features that sent a chill down your spine. It was a split second, but you caught it—a glimpse of something more intense behind his playful facade. Angel must have sensed it too because she immediately pulled you aside, her voice low and conspiratorial.

“Oh, you just did emotional damage to him,” she whispered, barely containing her giggles. “He’s definitely gonna hold that against you.” You wanted to glance back at Ronin, curious about his reaction, but Angel shook her head vigorously, a teasing grin on her face.

“Nope! Keep looking forward! Trust me, it’s better that way!” she said, leading you away as Misaki snorted in laughter, clearly enjoying the whole scene. You couldn’t help but smile at the chaos surrounding you.

“Come on, I’ll show you around the studio!” Angel continued, her excitement infectious as she dragged you further into the space. As she pointed out different areas—the sound booth, the lounge where the band often hung out, and the practice rooms—you felt your nervousness begin to melt away.

You walked through the studio, Angel, always the enthusiastic one, decided it was time for proper introductions. She spun around to face you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Alright, it’s time for everyone to introduce themselves properly! I mean, you’re going to be part of our little chaotic family now, after all!”

Ronin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smirk as he observed. “Sure, but don’t be surprised if I don’t like you after this,” he quipped, the playful edge still evident in his tone. You rolled your eyes at his antics but couldn’t suppress a smile; it was all part of the game with him, and you were more than willing to play along.

“Okay, I’ll start!” Angel beamed, clearly thrilled to take the lead. “I’m Angel, the voice of this band. I’m basically the sunshine in this chaotic mess, and I can’t wait to work with you!” She was warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to Ronin's cold front.

“V here,” the pianist said next, his tone cool and detached. “I’m the one who adds depth to our sound, or so they say. Nice to meet you.” He didn’t seem particularly invested, but his presence carried a quiet intensity that intrigued you.

“Yup, and I’m Misaki!” she chirped, bouncing on her feet. “I’m the chaos factor and the bass guitarist! If you ever need a partner in crime or someone to annoy Ronin with, I’m your lover!” She winked at you, her energy infectious.

Finally, it was your turn. You took a deep breath, channeling your inner Britney Spears, ready to be bold and sassy. “I’m (Y/N), the new drummer in this delightful chaos. I’m here to prove to my parents that I’m more than just a rebellious phase,” you said, matching Angel’s enthusiasm but adding a cheeky wink of your own. “And for good luck, I think we need to introduce ourselves again!”

The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted into laughter. Ronin, arms still crossed, rolled his eyes. “Oh great, just what we need—more introductions. Can’t wait to hear your sob story again, (Y/N).” He was being insufferable, but you loved it.

“Hey, if you don’t like it, you can just leave,” you shot back, the confidence surging through you. “Besides, I’d love to hear everyone’s sob stories. It’s like a twisted group therapy session!”

Misaki clapped her hands in delight. “Yes! I love this idea! Ronin, you first!”

“Absolutely not. I’d rather you all didn’t hear my tragic backstory,” he retorted, his tone sarcastic but the challenge in his eyes unmistakable. You could see that even beneath his facade, he was intrigued by your spirit.

“C’mon, Ronin! It’ll be fun!” Angel chimed in, clearly not ready to let him off the hook. “And it’s only fair since we’re all sharing!”

With the pressure on, Ronin sighed dramatically, finally giving in. “Fine. But just so you know, I’m a dark, brooding enigma that doesn’t need pity or sympathy, especially from someone like you, (Y/N).”

“Oh please, if you were a real enigma, you wouldn’t be making such a big deal about it,” you teased, your voice laced with playful sarcasm. “But go ahead, I’m all ears.”

Ronin opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly trying to find the right words. “Let’s just say I’m a misunderstood genius with a tragic past,” he finally said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Boring!” Misaki shouted, her laughter ringing through the room. “Angel, you go next!”

The introductions continued, the camaraderie grew. You felt a warmth spreading through you—a sense of belonging that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Each person shared their quirks and stories, and even if Ronin continued to act like a jerk, you could tell he was intrigued by you.

The laughter and chatter subsided, Angel’s bright voice rang out again. “Alright, since you’re our new drummer, we think it’s only fair that you choose someone to look after you! It’s a big responsibility being in this band, and we want to make sure you’re taken care of!”

Everyone turned to face you, their expressions a mix of curiosity and expectation. The weight of their gazes made your heart race, but you couldn’t help but feel a thrill at being the center of attention. You bit your lip, weighing your options carefully.

“Who’s it gonna be, (Y/N)? You have to pick someone!” Misaki exclaimed, practically bouncing on her feet. “Choose wisely; you might get stuck with someone really weird!” She flashed a cheeky grin at Ronin, who rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Great, just what I need—a babysitter,” he muttered, but there was a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You glanced at each of them, your mind racing with possibilities.

V stood off to the side, arms crossed, his expression cold yet contemplative. Despite his detached demeanor, you sensed an undercurrent of interest in his eyes. “I may not be the warmest person, but I’ll keep an eye on you,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Just don’t expect me to hold your hand.” There was a strange comfort in his straightforwardness, and you could tell he meant what he said, even if he had a unique way of showing it.

Then there was Angel, radiant and sweet as ever, her smile infectious. “Oh, I would love to look after you!” she gushed, stepping closer. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need, and I’ll be here to cheer you on! Plus, we can totally have girl talk whenever you want!” The warmth in her voice made you feel safe, and the thought of having her as a supporter was undeniably tempting.

Misaki leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. “C’mon, you know you want me to be your guardian! I’ll make sure you have a blast, and I won’t let anyone mess with you! Plus, I have snacks!” She flashed a playful wink, making it hard to resist her chaotic charm. The thought of Misaki by your side filled you with excitement—she’d definitely keep things interesting.

Finally, there was Ronin. He watched you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine, his expression a mix of amusement and something darker. “You know I’d make the best choice. I’d keep you on your toes, and you’d never get bored,” he teased, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Besides, who else would challenge you the way I do?” There was an undeniable allure in his confidence, even if he did come off as a bit of a jerk.

The room was silent as everyone awaited your decision. You took a deep breath, glancing from one person to the next, each offering their own unique promise of companionship and support.

After a moment of deliberation, you felt your heart race as you finally spoke up, ready to make your choice. “Alright, I’ve made my decision!”

If you choose V: “I think I’ll go with V. I could use someone steady and reliable.” The moment the words left your mouth, you saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes before he masked it with his usual cool demeanor.

If you choose Angel: “Angel, I’d love for you to look after me!” You grinned, and her face lit up with delight.

If you choose Misaki: “Misaki! I want you as my guardian!” You laughed at her excited squeal as she jumped up and down.

If you choose Ronin: “I’m going with Ronin. I think he’ll keep things... interesting.” A teasing smile spread across your face as Ronin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your choice.

If you chose V:

V’s expression shifted slightly, his cool facade cracking just enough for a hint of a smile to appear. “Interesting choice,” he remarked, his voice steady. “Just remember, I’m not a hugger, and I prefer silence over chatter.” The others chuckled at his classic V-ness, but you could see the glint of approval in his eyes. “But if you need someone to help you focus or keep you out of trouble, I suppose I can manage.” He inclined his head slightly, making you feel like you’d made a wise decision.

If you chose Angel:

Angel squealed with delight, clapping her hands together. “Yay! I’m so excited!” She bounced on her toes, her enthusiasm lighting up the room. “We’re going to have so much fun! I’ll make sure you have everything you need—snacks, a cozy spot to hang out, and I’ll always be your biggest fan!” Her bright personality radiated warmth, and you couldn’t help but smile back at her infectious energy. It felt reassuring to know she’d be there to support you through the ups and downs of being in the band.

If you chose Misaki:

“YES! Finally, someone who knows how to have fun!” Misaki exclaimed, launching herself at you for a quick hug. “We’re going to make this band the wildest one ever!” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she pulled back and grabbed your hand. “Get ready for spontaneous dance parties and chaotic practice sessions! You’re gonna love it!” Her chaotic energy was contagious, and you couldn’t help but laugh, already picturing all the shenanigans that awaited you.

If you chose Ronin:

Ronin’s smirk widened, a glimmer of intrigue flickering in his eyes. “Oh? You want me to look after you?” he teased, leaning closer with a playful yet slightly sinister grin. “I hope you’re ready for a wild ride, then. I promise to make you tougher.” The others rolled their eyes, but you could feel the heat of his gaze. “Just remember, I don’t do hand-holding. You’ll have to keep up with me.” There was a strange mix of challenge and allure in his words, and you found yourself oddly excited at the prospect of navigating this complicated dynamic with him.

The banter continued, everyone began to settle into their roles, the energy in the room shifting from uncertainty to an electric thrill. It felt like a new chapter was opening, and you were eager to dive headfirst into this chaotic world filled with music, friendships, and the occasional drama.

“Welcome to Angelgothic, (Y/N),” Vince said, a proud smile on his face. “You’ve officially joined our crazy family.”

The acceptance from everyone made your heart swell with happiness.

part 2!

W-what you- k-killed somone?! You h-have blood?!

"Look, sweetheart, you see this crowbar? It’s got your name written all over it. You’re just a drummer, just like the last one. And trust me, he didn’t end well. So unless you want to end up just like him, keep your mouth shut. I’ve got no patience for some whiny emo loser ruining our lives. Got it?”

Congrats Y/n! You did join a hell-den!

If this post is good, I'll do a part 2! Until then!

[free-for-all-fics]

Part 2 of my Modern Lioncourt Saga ft. Rockstar Lestat and you as his sister! Again, special thanks to @une-lueur-dans-la-nuit for the French and other additional dialogue! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of this and I’d love to read it! 🎸❤️🩸

Part 2: Gossip is a Girl’s Best Friend

Juliette spends the Lyft journey to your and Lestat’s place girding her loins for what she might find. You only sent her a vague text telling her that she looked like someone who could hang, so she should come over ASAP and bring her makeup bag with her, followed by a second text in all caps emphasizing to NOT forget the makeup bag, then a third text that was just a bunch of heart and kissy face emojis. Having worked for you and Lestat as long as she has, she knows that that text could either mean you want to celebrate something and are feeling giddy, or you “went overboard” as you like to call it, and now need her to make arrangements to dispose of a dead body or two that are hanging from the ceiling before the housekeeping comes in to clean up any other traces of your wild night. There’s a very real possibility it could be either a grumpy, monosyllabic you and/or Lestat answering the door covered head to toe in blood, eyes dilated from anger or lust, (That’s the problem with vampires; their pleasure and their wrath often look the same.) fangs poking out, or it could mean you and/or Lestat being drunk off your asses from drug- and alcohol-infused blood and melting into giggly messes as you let loose and abuse your vampire powers - the Cloud Gift to float, both literally and figuratively high as kites and bouncing off the walls, the Mind Gift to freeze time and puppeteer people, etc., all to pull crazy and stupid pranks for your entertainment. She’s been warned about when either of you are in one of your moods. She knows by now it’s almost always either a party or a massacre. The cacophonous sounds of loud rock music, indiscernible chatter, and laughter coming through the intercom as an unknown man, probably a security guard, comes on the screen only confirms what she already knows to be true.

“Do you have an appointment?”

Juliette leans over the driver so the guard can see her. “I’m Juliette, Mr. And Ms. Lioncourt’s PA. I just wanted to—”

“Employed by the Lioncourts or not, all visitors are required to make a reser—”

You shoo the guard away. “Get back to work! Go walk Mojo or something! What is it? Who are you? What do you want?” You press your face closer to get a better look. You can see it’s Juliette. “My god, you’ve gotten even fatter.” You almost smash the keypad as you buzz her into the house that’s more like a mansion, complete with a wrought iron gate that slowly opens, allowing Juliette’s Lyft to drive through. “Come in. Come, come.”

The cacophony of loud music blasting and nearly 200 guests, both vampire and human, chatting and yelling amongst themselves as they gorge themselves on food, alcohol, blood, drugs, and sex nearly makes your and Lestat’s house shake and vibrate. The lights, the colors, the sparkles and the glitter, the sounds, and the smells nearly make Juliette’s senses overwhelmed.

“Oh hey, babe!” You fling open the door and wrap your arms around her. Your corset, stockings, short skirt, and heeled boots combined with your jewelry, hair, and makeup make you look like a princess that’s a mix between the Rococo/Baroque period of France and 80’s gothic glam rock. Juliette’s eyebrows almost hit the ceiling. This is…unexpected. Yet not. The house is heaving with people. A mess of half-dressed bodies bouncing to the music with the beauty of oiled-up professional dancers, some in drag while others are stripping. From the corner of her eye, Juliette can faintly catch a glimpse of people drinking blood and/or having sex in “private” rooms only sealed off by velvet curtains. Like a very debauched music video, all body glitter and taut torsos, the air is thick with the scent of weed, sweat, blood, and sex. It’s repulsive and intoxicating at the same time. Whatever the fuck is happening here, it’s about a whisper away from an orgy. Not that you or Lestat are morally against that. You and he could fuck them and then eat them. Neither of you would turn down dinner and a show.

You take Juliette by the hand and, together, you retreat from the crowd and the noise to the relative calm of your massive bedroom upstairs, complete with an in-suite bathroom and two spacious walk-in closets which, luckily, is separate from Lestat’s room. You’ve half-joked before that if you and your brother had to share a room, you’d probably fuck or murder each other in some drugged and sleep deprived delirium after consuming blood from intoxicated people.

“Sorry about the chaos and the mess. Lestat and I decided to throw a house party to celebrate the release of our new album and the end of our tour. Usually the After Party is enough but, since tonight is the last show, we really wanted to go all out before taking a break from touring to work on the next album and book. Go out with a bang, as they say. Except we’re taking it literally. Don’t worry, though. My and Lestat’s bedrooms are strictly off limits, so nobody has been in there except us and whoever we invite in. We’re safe in here for tonight, and then we’ll get our maids to clean up and spray down and disinfect everything with alcohol so that, by tomorrow morning, this place will be looking brand new.”

Juliette gives you a look like she doesn’t believe you.

“I’m serious! The floor will be so clean you’ll be able to eat off of it. Yum yum! Anyway, thanks for coming. I’m looking forward to you being there tonight. I know this was unexpected of us. Lestat and I are often unpredictable, so I really appreciate your flexibility. Do not get the wrong idea about this, though. We’re not like friends or anything.”

“Oh yeah, I know.”

“No. It’s just that you’ve cleaned up after Lestat’s and I’s bloody messes and covered up our murders so many times I was starting to feel bad. Like, I don’t know, I need to throw you a bone soon or it’s gonna be bad karma. Like my Porsche or house is gonna get swallowed up by a sinkhole or something. I don’t know. What are bad things that happen to people? Only good things happen to me because I do charitable work like this. Je suis une sainte. (I’m a saint.) So my actual friends are gonna be here at 11. I asked you to come early because I figured you were gonna come looking…like this…and we need plenty of time to do something about it. You know the last thing I need is for you to embarrass me in front of my friends with…this whole look.”

“We’re going through this again?”

“Yeah. So I wanted this to be a one-on-one thing so I didn’t call Lestat. Usually we do everything together but I wanted this to be one-on-one. But now that we are rockstars, have our own makeup brand and fashion magazine, and are writing our own books in response to Molloy’s trashy bestseller, we started off on a really high note and we want to keep riding that high. So before I accept you into my friend group, we really have to do something about your look.”

“I thought we weren’t friends?”

“Hush, babes. That’s why I called you over today. No offense or anything but we need to maintain a certain image. Before you buy anything, you have to consult with your friends just to make sure, you know, that we like the outfit because, sometimes, you might have tastes or you might like something that one of us doesn’t like and, if we don’t like what you’re wearing, we’re not gonna ask you to join us because we surround ourselves only with people that will obviously be bringing our reputations up, not dragging them through the mud. Like we have a really good name for ourselves so that’s what we do. We ask each other for advice and, if I can be totally honest with you, just keep this our little secret, but my and Lestat’s opinions are the ones that matter the most. Andy’s great. Tough Cookie’s…wonderful. And Larry is…Larry. But my and Lestat’s opinions are the ones you want down pat, okay? Because we pretty much made them who they are. Like, they weren’t anything before so we pretty much made them who they are today. D’ailleurs (by the way) where were you on Saturday?”

“I can’t remember.”

“What do you mean you can’t remember? Saturday? Hello? Weekend? You didn’t come to my party. Why is that?”

“Oh, I had a family dinner to attend.”

“Family dinner? How sweet. Dinners don’t run until like midnight, though, so where did you go after?”

“I went to the mall.”

“Uh huh.”

“My cousins came from out of state and I wanted to spend time with them before they went back home.”

“What do you mean you wanted to spend time with your cousins? Okay. You could’ve just brought them with you, you know. Are you coming with me to the After Party tonight?”

“I can’t come tonight. Sorry.”

“No? Why not?”

“I already made plans and have to get up early tomorrow.”

“For what? Clarinet practice or something? Qu’elle ingrate.” (She is so ungrateful.)

“I’ve got a date, so I ca—”

You cough in surprise and fan your face. “I’m sorry, I think the dry shampoo fumes are getting to me. Did you say a date? Oh my god. What a world we live in, like literally anything can happen. Kind of beautiful when you think about it. I didn’t even know you had a crush on anyone. So, spill, spill, spill.”

“I’m not sure…”

“Oh my god, it’s okay, you can tell me.”

“I’d rather not. It doesn’t seem appropriate. Since you’re like, my boss…”

“Why not? Because we’re not friends? Okay, well, I’ve just decided we’re friends now. So now that we’re besties officially, I hope you’re aware that if at any point, you do happen to develop a crush, no matter how small, you are legally obligated to inform me and your secret will be safe with me. I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

“But vampires can read minds, though…”

“Ugh. If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Okay. Fine. I have eight of them - wait no, seven. Why do you look so surprised?”

“I just…uh…thought it would be more, given your...” Juliette is too afraid to finish her sentence by saying “age.”

“Do you have any idea what it’s like trying to meet another vampire?”

“Um…”

“It’s totally impossible! There’s maybe only a hundred of us in the world at any given time and the majority of them are total dicks. Trying to increase the vampire population is a fool’s quest. You make one, and two go insane and kill themselves the same day. And there’s no vampires in this city, except for Lestat.”

“Ew.”

“I know. I thought about it. Il est beau. (He is good looking.)”

“Ewww!”

“Well, what am I gonna do?!”

“You’re gonna do your brother?!”

“NO! I just thought about it!” You huff and move your hair out of your face and behind your shoulder. “One of my crushes used to be Grace, but I forgot, last week, I overheard her tell Stephanie that she doesn’t think Sheila should be made to feel embarrassed or sent home for coming to work without makeup. Isn’t that insane? Like what is wrong with some people, seriously? It’s just the cavalier disregard for our employee appearance policy. So now Grace has been officially moved from my crush list to my hit list, which is…five people. Yeah. Five. I’m proud of myself for that. It used to be…fifty-three. It shrank so much - not because I killed those people or anything - but just because one of my new century’s resolutions was to forgive and forget. All of my enemies from the last century have been pardoned. Even Richard. That guy stuck gum in my hair because I didn’t wanna go to Phantasmagoria with him. That was a hard one to let go of, but I did it. I did it in the name of personal growth.”

“Very impressive.”

“Your turn. Who’s the lucky cutie?”

“Kevin—”

“Kevin? Are you serious? Like larper Kevin? Répugnant. (Gross.) Ugh, babes, are you actually trying to kill me? Anyone but larper Kevin…. Yesterday at lunch I saw him eating baked beans. What is that, like Shrek food? Répugnant. (Gross.) Oh my god. Girl, you are so out of his league. And I never thought those words would be coming out of my mouth but, Jesus, you can do so much better. “

“I don’t know, I like him…”

“But yeah, whatever. Heart wants what the heart wants, I guess. And your heart wants Mr. Dungeons and Dragons from the Renaissance Faire. Good for you. So here we are, I guess. Better any date than none. How did he ask you?”

“He left a little note in my locker. It was very sweet actually.”

“He left a note in your locker? Aww, is he like shy or something? That’s cute. Ou pas.” (Or not.)

“He’s going to meet me at the concert and we’re gonna go out to eat after, then we have a date tomorrow morning—”

“Aww, and where’s he taking you tomorrow?”

“Coffee and then Barnes and Noble. He said, ‘I’ll get you whichever book you want.’”

You snap your fingers. “Okay, work, Kevin’s got a little game. Make sure you pick out a fat hardback and a plushie. Barnes and Noble always has the best selection of plushies. I swear like half of my Squishable collection is from there. Be careful, though. Girls get crazy trying to grab the one they want. Nearly lost my life over a rainbow caterpillar one time. I came out on top though, of course.” You tap your nails together. “These nails are both fashionable and functional. Okay, I’m thrilled for you about this date but I do have some uh…concerns. Are you planning on stopping at home first to get ready?”

“No, I’m going to meet him as I am now.”

Your eyes widen and you suck in air, seething through your teeth as you try not to physically grimace. “Ummmm. Are you aware that you look like a crypt keeper or not?”

“Come on, it’s not that bad!”

“That’s what I thought! Here’s what’s going to happen: You’re gonna sit back and relax and I’m going to do the heavy lifting, the miracle working I’m so known and so loved for. I love makeovers. You’re gonna look so amazing by the end of it.” You pull Juliette by her hands to get her to move to a different chair next to your vanity mirror, where all your supplies are. You want to be able to get a proper look at her with your ring light.

“Oh my god, where to begin, where to begin? I guess the main emergency staring me right in the face right now are the creatures lurking above your eyeballs. Girl, what are these eyebrows? You have like a unibrow situation going on. Not pretty. Literally possum mode. C’est fou comme cette fille se moque de son apparence! (It’s crazy how this girl doesn’t care about her look!) Mmkay. Well, I could just fix your unibrow if you want.”

“My unibrow…? I don’t have—”

“Huh? Oh, I didn’t mean like you have a unibrow or anything, I’m just saying like, if you want, I could fix the situation happening between your eyebrows is what I meant.”

“Sure?”

“Okay, cool. So the first thing we’re going to do is definitely work on this situation right here because…you have really great eyebrows, but…they just need a bit of structure, you know? Let me just get rid of that for you. You don’t wanna look like a gorilla.” You start to shake your bottle of cleanser. “You’re not wearing any products on your eyebrows, are you?”

“Nope, don’t need to!”

“Yeah, thought so. But you never know.” You spray the cleanser on a makeup removal pad. “Maybe you’re lying to me like Armand, that crazy psycho skankaroodledoo...”

“What—?”

“But anyway. I’m gonna wipe around your eyebrows just in case you’re lying.”

“I’m not!”

“I know you’re not, but like…you know, just to be on the safe side. Wipe away debris and stuff, whatever. Okay. Come closer. You have such nice eyebrows, oh my god. I wish I had your eyebrows. Mine are such a mess. Just gonna remove that spot right there and see if you’re lying to me. I don’t think you are. Oh, look at that. Clean. You were telling the truth. That’s good. I guess I should start trusting you a little bit more but I have major trust issues because you know the things I’ve been through and like, you know me. Mais c’est la vie.” (But this is how life is.) Let me get in there with some tweezers. Luckily for you, these are industrial strength titanium limited edition 5770’s Rubis Switzerland. Yeah, I don’t think anything less would quite cut it. No need to worry, I am an eyebrow virtuoso. Everyone in the whole studio comes to me. I wouldn’t expect you to be quite clued in enough to be aware of that, but yeah. I am known internet-wide as ‘The Eyebrow Girl.’”

“The Eyebrow Girl?” Juliette tries not to laugh.

“Well, yeah and I think you can see why. Okay. So now I’m just gonna go ahead and shape your eyebrows, okay? Just hold still. Let’s get in there and get them in a more respectable shape. Let’s get in between there.”

“Ouch!!”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, did that hurt you? Sorry, I don’t, like, know my own strength. If I’m hurting you, just let me know, okay? But like…try to handle your pain tolerance. Women aren’t wimps. Well, real women aren’t anyway. We can handle our pain. Right? So just hold still—”

"Sister, I'm back home!” Lestat’s voice is loud enough to be heard over the voices and music blasting from downstairs, even though he just came through the front door.

You don’t answer him back, focusing on Juliette.

“Sister!! Why aren't you here to greet me!? Where are you??" He yells, his voice more insistent and having an almost whiny tone to it.

"I'm upstairs," you groan in annoyance.

Lestat rushes upstairs, opening your bedroom door. He lurks in the doorway, pouting by the lack of attention he got from you, his precious, darling, baby sister. “Knock, knock! Hi, girls!”

“Lestat! Leave us alone! I’m trying to give my friend a makeover.”

“Oh parce que c’est ton amie maintenant?” (Oh, because she is your friend now?)

“Elle fait de son mieux et c’est important que je fasse attention à mon karma.” (She is doing her best and it’s important that I take care of my karma.)

“Ah je vois. C’est vrai qu’elle n’est ni jolie ni très intelligente… Tant mieux pour elle si tu t’intéresse à elle!” (Ah, I see. It’s true she isn’t pretty nor smart… good for her if you are interested in her!)

“Parfait, nous sommes d’accord. (Perfect, we agree.) Can you go now?”

“I just wanted to know if I could get you anything. Tu sais, comme je suis un frère aimant et attentionné… Pas comme tu peux l’être avec moi.” (You know, since I'm a caring and loving brother…not like you can be with me.)

“No, we don’t want anything, thank you. Bye.”

“Are you sure? Not even some champagne?”

“Bye.”

“Or some blood?”

“Bye!”

“Oh, but Sister—”

“Oh my god.”

“Anything at all—”

“Lestat. I swear, you’re like a child som— Wait… Is that my top?”

“No…”

“Lestat! I’ve been looking for that!”

“It’s yours?”

“That’s what I said! You just decided you were gonna borrow it without asking?”

“We’re siblings, we shouldn’t have to ask. What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours. You can go into my stuff and borrow whatever you want at any time. What were you saving it for? You haven’t even worn it.”

“Because you took it from my closet without asking or telling me!”

“You weren’t going to wear it tonight though, so…let me borrow it. I’ve already been to the mall and it sucked!”

“Are you going to wear it to the concert tonight?”

“Yeah…’cause it’s a cute top— I just—wanted to borrow it…”

“Fine, whatever. Just give it back when you’re done.”

“Je t’aime?” (I love you?)

“Great. Bye.”

“Come on, Let me stay. We can play 'boyfriend/girlfriend' like we used to. This looks an awful lot like a slumber party and isn’t it a rule to always share the bed and play games at slumber parties?”

“If you really want to be here that much, are you going to help me with this? Or are you too pretty?”

Lestat pouts even more. “I’m too pretty.”

“Then why don’t you go bleach your mustache instead of being needy and annoying!?”

“You didn’t even say ‘I love you’ back. Tu es si méchante avec moi.” (You’re so mean to me.)

“Love you too.”

Lestat finally leaves.

“Mon dieu, he is so weird.”

“He really lov—” Juliette starts, but gets interrupted by you holding up a hand.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to be quiet for just a second ‘cause I don’t wanna accidentally over pluck and then you’re just gonna hate me. Can’t have that, sooo. Too many other people hate me. Well, at least I’m not Celeste. She thinks the whole world hates her ‘cause she hasn’t been invited to the Immortals’ Ball by Lestat or I.”

“The what?”

“You remember Celeste? She did your hair for you last time.”

“No, no, the part about the ball.”

“Oh, right. You don’t know what the Immortals’ Ball is. Okay, so now that we’re like friends or whatever, I’ve got to clue you in on all the current gossip. All the important happenings around here. Definitely can’t have you being around me and Lestat and oblivious. You might say the wrong thing to the wrong person and cause irreparable social damage but this should all stay between us, okay? Good. Like top secret. Highly classified information.”

“I won’t say a word, I promise.”

“So the Immortals’ Ball is the largest party of the year in the vampire community. It’s this really big, lavish affair. Lestat and I first began hosting it at our family castle in Auvergne in the early 19th century shortly after our transformations and the deaths of our remaining family members. Only the most elite vampires are invited. There’s a very strict social criteria you must meet to get an invitation. You must be ancient, rich, fashionable, influential, or famous. Anybody who’s anybody is there. The only humans in attendance either work for us, like you, or are food. Lestat and I did something similar in New Orleans with Louis and Claudia but we put a twist on it and, instead of vampires, we invited humans and gave boutonnières to whoever we picked to kill. We fasted for three days so the blood would taste all the more sweeter when we gorged ourselves. It was 18th century Baroque/Rococo themed. We dressed up all in white and had our wigs and makeup styled to perfection, there was a parade and Lestat was Raj, King of Mardi Gras, so we got to perform on a float, we hosted a masquerade ball… It was absolutely immaculate and decadent. It was just like the old days in Paris. C’était divin, mais les temps changent. (It was divine, but times/things change.) Everything was going perfectly. Well…until Lestat and I started choking and vomiting up blood. Claudia poisoned us. She and Louis slit our throats. Lestat and I bled out so much, we would’ve died if Louis hadn’t decided against burning us in the incinerator and stuffed us in old trunks instead. We survived by feeding on rats and other vermin in a landfill.”

“That’s quite mean… Who are they though?”

“Who’s Louis and Claudia? Claudia was like a daughter to Lestat and a niece to me. Louis was Lestat’s companion and lover, and he was a good friend. Whatever you do, don’t mention their names to Lestat, okay? Claudia…died, and Louis left. It’s still a painful subject for him, and Louis collaborating with Daniel to write that book of lies about us hasn’t done anything to help Lestat get over Claudia’s death or Louis’ leaving. It’s a story for another time. Leave the subject alone for now, okay?”

“Yes, of course. I won’t bring it up again unless you do.”

“Anyway, we started missing our old ways, right? So we are planning for this year’s ball. There’ll be music, costumes, Cirque du Soleil performers, seances, demon summonings, witchcraft... There’ll be this - well, hopefully if I can get one - this really big like ten foot blood fountain where everybody can, like, help themselves and I’m going to try to speak to Christine and see if she can get human celebrities. Cela sera l’évènement de la décennie!” (It will be the event of the decade!)

“Human celebrities? What for…?”

“I was kind of thinking we could just maybe lay them on the table and everybody could just help themselves but I think that would be a little bit tacky. So I thought maybe we could just suspend them from the ceiling and then people could have their photo taken with them and just have a little snack or something. But I’m not really sure which one I wanna go for. What do you think?”

“I’m not too sure. I’m not a party planner or event coordinator… But you were talking about Celeste, you know…”

“Oh yeah…I was telling you about Celeste. Celeste has been our stylist for centuries. She provides us with all of our beauty treatments. She has looked after us for many, many decades now. She has been coveting an invitation for our Immortals’ Ball ever since she graduated from the College of Undead Beauty. Unfortunately for her, it’s never going to come. She says it’s because we just keep forgetting her invitation, which is a lie, by the way. We totally do not. Nous n’oublions jamais rien. (We never forget about anything.) Lestat and I invited our nail tech last year and she’s still butthurt about that. Don’t get me wrong, while Lestat and I do our own hair and makeup most of the time, she still does amazing work. I can understand why she’s upset. It doesn’t seem fair that she’s the one providing all the glam, and all the niceties for all vampires that go and every single year she’s the one that stays behind. She must feel like Cinderella. She keeps saying her invite got lost in the mail, and I keep saying that it’s not personal, she just doesn’t fit the criteria we’ve put in place for guests.”

“It sounds personal though…”

“If it was personal, I’d bring it up to her how she’s just always been…too much of a people pleaser, if that makes sense. She’s always been obsessed with rising through the ranks of the vampire social hierarchy. Always willing to pull out hair, nails, and teeth - even her own - to get people like Lestat and I whatever we wanted. One time I sent her to Tommy Hilfiger’s daughter’s house to buy a dress off of her that I wanted. It looks better on me than it does on her. Celeste would often show her affection for Lestat or I by being at our side as much as possible and trying to say or do whatever she thought would keep her in our good graces. Once, when Lestat was very, very, very upset, he turned to Celeste and drained her of nearly all her blood during a sexual tryst. He then left her naked on his chaise to recuperate alone and considered it a kindness he didn’t just throw her out onto the curb.”

“Oh my god!”

“I don’t condone what he did, I just think it’s weird, the effect Lestat and I have on people - even other vampires. More recently, Celeste tried to get into the limousine with Lestat and I to go to an After Party after one of our concerts, but he pushed her out and slammed the door in her face. She had to get a ride separately from us. Oh my god, that reminds me, at that same After Party, Celeste was hitting on Lestat’s most recent human partner all night. Celeste has always liked Lestat, but usually he and I have people surrounding us, so she can’t make any moves and usually just lurks around, hoping to be called on by one of us for something. Lestat and I have had a revolving door of human lovers. Frivolous hookups and one night stands that never amount to anything. It’s just sex for me but, for Lestat, it’s rebound after rebound for him to try to get over Louis. But try as he might, Lestat hasn’t found anyone who’s come close to being Louis’ metaphorical twin. Anyway, Lestat went out for a smoke or something, giving Celeste the perfect opportunity to swoop in and hit on his boyfriend or girlfriend for that night. They fell for it hook, line, and sinker like humans always do. They ended up making out in the closet. Someone opened the door and got a picture catching them in the act, posted it to Snapchat, and now Lestat is out for blood, telling everyone Celeste has Herpes. Yikes. So now Celeste has been officially moved from Lestat’s guest list to his blacklist. Yeah, she’s not invited to our parties anymore. Once her job is done, we have a car pick her up and take her straight home. After suffering humiliation after humiliation, Celeste should hate us, yet here she is, still working for us and wanting us to like her. I still try to be nice to her to like, keep the peace or whatever, but I can’t exactly call her my friend. And the meaner Lestat is to her, the more Celeste tries to win Lestat back. It’s weird, right? Like totally desperate and sad. Pathétique même. (Pathetic even.) It’s like she thinks it’s better to be in our social circle, hating life than to not be in at all. I wish she’d get a grip already. Lestat’s 6’0, not Jesus. Anyway.”

“I kinda feel bad for her…”

“Ugh, don’t. You should tell me a secret now too or I won’t keep feeding you with all the vampire gossip. You know, friends are supposed to share stuff and, for the moment, I’m the only one—”

“I’m French.”

“What?”

“I’m French.”

“I thought you were Canadian?”

“Nope. French.”

“French Canadian?”

“Nope. French as in Parisian.”

“Oh. You’re from the motherland?”

“Yup. I was born and raised in France. I only recently moved to America.”

“So you understood…?”

“Yeah, je parle Français évidemment.” (Yeah, I speak French obviously.)

“Oh… you heard and understood Lestat and I the whole time and didn’t say anything. Well. Egg on our faces. Um. Well.” You clear your throat and carry on. You don’t admit you’re wrong or apologize, nor will you ever. Typical Lioncourt behavior. You just go back to gossiping.

“Marius got dumped by Bianca. He’s telling everyone he dumped her but he didn’t. She dropped him. They had been together for like 500 years, but Bianca overheard him pleading for Pandora, his ex-girlfriend, to leave her companion, Arjun, and run away with him and, when that didn’t work, he said he would leave Bianca if Pandora were to come back to him. Poor Bianca was so distraught by what Marius said, she just up and left, ignoring his protests that he was out of his mind when he offered to leave her. And to add insult to injury, Pandora still rejected him. This is like the third time he’s tried and failed to win her back. He knows it makes him look désespéré (desperate) to keep crawling back time and time again, but he’s obsessed with her. He definitely has a thing for younger women. He met her when she was ten and he was twenty-five and he asked her father for permission to marry her, but he refused.”

“Oh my god, that’s fucking nasty!!”

“Right!? Like I know it was like eons ago, like before 21 CE or whatever, but…yikes. Even Marius knows their breakups were his fault. I wish he’d just write a sad poem in his journal and move on already. He’s such a simp for Pandora and I just don’t get it. She’s pretty, but she’s not the Queen of the Damned.”

“Because the Queen of the Damned exists?!”

“Oh yeah, speaking of simps and the Queen of the Damned, that reminds me - there’s this other vampire, Thorne. He’s like a Viking warrior originally called Thornevald that was sent to slay a vampire-witch that had been killing villagers and stealing their eyes. Thorne found the vampire and learned that she had no eyes of her own, and must take eyes from her victims to see.”

“Wait what?!”

“Yeah and after a time, the mortal eyes wore out in her immortal body and she had to take another pair from one of her victims. And wouldn’t you know it? This vampire was Maharet, one of the most ancient vampires and twin sister of Mekare, the current reigning Queen of the Damned who took over after Akasha’s death so all vampires wouldn’t like explode into bloody bits on the spot. Something about an evil spirit cursing Akasha and making her the first vampire and the evil spirit inside her body being too much to contain but, with each new vampire she made, it decreased her bloodlust or weakened the evil spirit inside her and kept it dormant or something? So it’s like all vampires’ lives are connected like a web and if the Queen of the Damned dies without someone taking her place as host to this evil spirit, then all vampires just drop dead out of nowhere? I don’t know the full details on how it all works. Lestat spent much more time with Akasha than I did. He knew her intimately. And I mean that both ways. Anyway, Maharet didn’t slay Thorne but turned him into a vampire and kept him as her companion. Super weird flex, but okay. If it were me, I would’ve put him down centuries ago and just been done with him. He had major issues. Like he was weirdly jealous of Maharet's attention to the other vampires.”

“Oh yeah, that reminds me of someone…” Juliette hums, thinking of the way Lestat can sometimes be with you.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing!”

“Anyways, if she would blow him off to hang out with other insanely gorgeous vampires, he’d be like, ‘why didn’t you call me back!?’ and Maharet would be like, ‘why are you so obsessed with me?’ and Thorne was so tilted by Maharet’s blasé attitude and malded so hard that he eventually left her and laid asleep for centuries in the ice of the far north in a self-induced pity party.”

“The melodramatics of men, I swear...”

“I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. Total incel energy. I don’t even- whatever. He was awakened from his moping when Marius made contact with him using the Mind Gift. Thorne journeyed south and found Marius in a large city near the Arctic Circle. Marius said he enjoyed it there as the noonday darkness ‘allowed him to live more like a normal person.’

“A normal person??”

“I think he was just too heartbroken and embarrassed to show his face to anyone after the Bianca and Pandora thing, but was lonely and wanted someone to talk to. Marius thought he and Thorne could relate to each other and bond over their ‘girl troubles’ or ‘doomed love lives,” you used air quotes. “So he took him to his home but discovered that Thorne still harbored a jealous rage for Maharet, which…”

“I take it Marius wasn’t impressed with him at all?”

“…Duh. Like no shit, Sherlock. Anybody could see that. Like I said, major issues we don’t have the time to unpack, so let’s just throw the whole suitcase away. Marius knew that Maharet could easily destroy Thorne if he tried to fight her, so Marius tried to dissuade him from his suicidal obsession. Thorne listened to Marius's account of his life and what he learned as a vampire. He was particularly interested in the story of the brutal attack on Marius by the vampire Santino and his Satanic cult of followers. Santino and his cult burned Marius in his house and kidnapped his apprentice, Armand.”

“Armand? Oh my god, I thought there weren't that many vampires!?”

“Armand is… Ugh. Girl, don’t even get me started. Seriously, we don’t have time for me to explain it all right now, and he’s his own can of worms. It’d take me an entire day to even begin to scratch the surface of explaining who Armand is to you. He’s such a hot mess. He couldn’t even decide what name he wanted to go by. Andrei, Arun, Amadeo, Armand… like dude, just pick one and stick to it! We had a couple of different like really horrible things happen to us because of this vampire…Armand. Yeah, he broke the cycle for a bit. Totally made it…just awful. Like it was such an awful, awful period of time for us. All I can say about him for now is that he fucked up Lestat real bad. I can’t even begin to get into how much Armand broke him, but to give you an idea of what he’s like, I’ll just say this: No one has been able to make Lestat cry the way Armand made Lestat cry. And that's saying something because our abusive father and older brothers and Magnus came before Armand, but the other tortures Lestat and I endured were...brief. We ran away from home, the abuse from our father and brothers stopped. Magnus died and that abuse stopped too. No one in vampiric history has matched Armand's level of crazy. Armand is a petty and spiteful little bitch who, instead of moving the fuck on, has decided to dedicate the rest of his immortal existence to torturing Lestat. It has become his favorite pastime.”

“This is so terrible! I’m sorry you went through this… Kinda explains a lot too. But why did Armand hate Lestat that much?”

“Why? Because Lestat grew bored of the Theatre Des Vampires and left him. Seriously. That’s it. He chose himself and me over Armand, and we left France together and went to New Orleans because our father was there and we took care of him until he died. Armand didn’t like not being the center of Lestat’s universe. He couldn’t reconcile with the fact that Lestat was the center of Lestat’s universe. You know that saying, ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’? Even scorned women would look at Armand and tell him to take a dirt nap and chill the fuck out. Everything about Armand just messes with a person's mind. It's the way he's not even chasing Lestat around that gets to us. He’s really out in the world somewhere like, ‘I'm old enough to be your biggest problem by staying in the same spot for five centuries.’ He’s like a leech or a cockroach that refuses to die and won’t leave us alone. So Lestat and I keep him under total…like, he’s under our eyes at all times. We cannot have him mess with us. He gaslights, he gatekeeps… Even Marius abandoned him after determining he was a lost cause. I think he was afraid of the monster he had created. All that trauma and abuse and brainwashing and memory loss… No amount of therapy can fix him. So we’re very hesitant about him. We don’t trust him at all. And we’re not even talking badly about him anyway, it’s just facts. He can’t be trusted. But we wanna keep a close eye on him just in case.”

“Okay, that’s an odd choice. I wouldn’t do that at all.”

“Hello? First rule of war: Friends close, enemies closer. Back to what I was saying before, at the end of the tale, Thorne questioned Marius why he hadn’t taken revenge on Santino and offered to help kill him. Marius explained that Maharet now ruled the vampires as regent for her mute sister, Mekare, and Maharet forbade it. Marius pleaded with Thorne to forget the past and talk of revenge, but Thorne still insisted on Marius taking him to see Maharet. Marius reluctantly agreed and the pair were mysteriously whisked away. They awoke in a jungle location, where Maharet lived in seclusion with her sister, the new Queen of the Damned. Several other vampires were present, including Pandora, Armand, and Santino.”

“Tell me you’re making everything up… It’d make a great telenovela.”

“You have no idea. Anyways, after a brief, bitter back and forth between all these crusty vampires with clashing personalities that contained varying levels of toxicity, Marius admitted that he still wanted to kill Santino. But he wouldn’t because Maharet forbade it, and Marius believed that for Maharet's rule over the vampires to be valid, all vampires had to obey her. It had to be unanimous. The joys of political meetings between vampires. Ugh. But Thorne had absolutely zero chill and abruptly killed Santino himself and then attacked Maharet in a jealous rage. Mekare came to her sister's aid and easily pulled Thorne away because his strength compared to theirs was like that of a newborn baby. Thorne, knowing he fucked around and was about to find out, whispered a request to the mute Queen as they struggled and she complied. Mekare removed Thorne's eyes from their sockets and handed them to Maharet. Maharet accepted the gift and bound Thorne with ropes made of her hair. Lestat likes to make bondage jokes about it, how it’s ‘kinky’ and he’s ‘totally been there before’, but I think it’s just so gross and unhygienic. It’s the only material strong enough to hold a vampire, I guess, but I hope she uses shampoo and conditioner. I’ll send her some of the hair products from Bloodlust for free if she wants me to.”

“Wait, wait, wait… How can it be the strongest material…? I… what?”

“It reminds me of people I see on TikTok that propose with ‘rings’ made out of their greasy, unwashed hair that’s probably riddled with dandruff or lice. Disgusting. Fans ask Lestat and I for locks of our hair all the time and it’s whatever since it grows back in seconds for us. It’s a nice little side hustle we got going on. It’s crazy how much people are willing to spend on a small lock of our hair. Franz Liszt actually gave us the idea when he told us he used to send locks of his hair to women, but started sending dog hair to admirers instead when he got tired of doing it. So now we send dog hair to people we don’t like, and they’re none the wiser because the dog hair is always similar in color and texture to our hair.”

“Did you say you have dog hair?” Juliette asks with a raised eyebrow and you pretend you don’t hear her.

“What was I saying? Oh yeah. So Thorne is Maharet's eternal prisoner now. She treats him like a pet but, last I heard, he’s happy knowing that the object of his obsession will always be near him and that her new eyes will last her forever. To each their own, I guess, but, in my opinion, he’s so delulu it’s kind of sad.”

“I never imagined things could be like that. Gosh, I’m glad I’m not a vampire.”

You catch something, or rather, someone out of the corner of your eye from the open doorway. Lestat is awful about closing the door behind him whenever he leaves. Your eyes squint in suspicion. “Don’t move. It’s that Lioncourt wannabe clone watching me. Technically she’s my new Personal Shopper. Faker. Poser. Seriously, she's been copying my outfits all week. I can't take it any longer. I swear I’m gonna snap. I swear I’m gonna snap. You can’t - you’ve gotta like - yeah.”

“I’d be grateful if I didn’t have to stop you from hurting her though… I’ve cleaned up enough blood this week already.”

“She’s supposed to be bargaining and compromising with other celebrities, basically buying them off because they have stuff I want, but instead she’s been copying the way I do my makeup, the way I do my hair, all of my outfits…except hers are knockoffs because she can’t ever hope to afford the genuine articles in her natural lifetime, but still, I’m— I can’t, I can’t. Well, you know how Lestat and I get most of our clothes custom-made? Well, sometimes he likes to buy lots of outfits for us from designer collections, and occasionally there’s a 2 for 1 sale and he buys double the clothes because there’s two of us and we play around with gender a lot in our looks, kind of exploring our femininity and masculinity, challenging the constraints of both, whatever.”

“Oh yeah, fuck genders. Androgyny is fun too.”

“Yeah, that’s the word - androgyny. Androgynous. Yeah, like David Bowie.”

“Was he the one who first inspired you and Lestat?”

“Actually, no. He is an inspiration to us, but he wasn’t our first. It was our mother.”

“Your mother?”

“Yeah, our mother, Gabrielle. After her transformation, Lestat procured for her an extravagant dress to replace the one she died in since it was covered in blood and excrement stains, but then she killed a man and took his clothing for herself, discarding the dress. She only wore dresses on rare occasions after that, and she did it only to please Lestat.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she called him her phallus and lived her life through him before we parted ways from her.”

“With all due respect, this is really fucked up. And I didn’t know Lestat turned your mother…?”

“Didn’t I mention that Lestat turned our mother before he turned me? Whoops. Well, now you know.”

“Is she still, well, not alive, but��around?”

“Yeah, she’s still around. She’s in Egypt now, I think. Yeah.”

“That’s cool, I guess? What is she like? What does she look like?”

“Best way I can describe her in a way that’ll make sense to you is, imagine Lestat if he was female. Yeah, she has cobalt blue eyes and long yellow-blonde curly hair just like Lestat’s, but her features are smaller, more kittenish. She tried to cut her hair short when she was first made.”

“She did? Was it very long?”

“Yeah, she tried to just chop it all off into a blunt bob, but it grew back to its original length the next night. She was shaken and horrified. She’d tuck her hair beneath a cap. Yeah, she’s…what’s the word? Transgender? Transmasculine? Lestat and I haven’t seen her since saying goodbye to her and parting ways in Egypt, but her candor and comportment was that of a man. Her girlish and kittenish facial traits kept her from carrying off the ruse successfully, though.”

“I hope she is doing okay… What are you looking at? Oh. the Lioncourt wannabe.”

“But this girl…she does not have to choose my Outfit Of The Day the day I’m wearing it, right? Like, that’s just messed up. Whatever.”

“Take a deep breath, please.”

“Anyway, Okay. Calm. Oh no. She’s coming over here. Just don’t make eye contact. Just…”

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it’s you! It’s been so long! Where have you been?”

“Uh, hello?”

“Seriously. Oh my gosh, did you hear what just happened?”

“Can’t you see that this is my bedroom and that I’m doing something? C’est incroyable comme les gens ne connaissent plus le respect ni la politesse de nos jours.” (It’s crazy how people don’t know respect nor politeness nowadays.)

“Oh, I’m sorry! The door was open so I thought… I just… What are you doing exactly?”

“What’s it to you?”

“I was just wondering if you or your friend wanted help.”

“Well, Juliette came to me for help.” You emphasize Juliette’s name, making a subtle dig at the wannabe for obviously not knowing it yet being bold enough to come into your bedroom uninvited to share some nonsense gossip that was probably made up, just so she can pretend Juliette is her friend and get closer to you. The things humans do to feel important… You’re not having it. “So…you can just mosey on over. Like…leave. Turn around. Go.”

She doesn’t leave. She just hovers.

“I said go away. What do you want? You’re ruining the vibrations here. You’re ruining my energy. I feel some negativity coming from my friend, Juliette.” You emphasize the possessive adjective. “She’s clearly a little bit…you know…in need of some quiet time. So I think it’s best if you leave. Could you just like…” you wave her away with your hand like she’s a gnat in your eye.

“Fine. Whatever. Bye.” She leaves. She’s so fake she’s more exhausting to be around and deal with than Lestat.

‘‘K, bye bye!” You give a fake smile that immediately drops as you turn to Juliette to talk shit. You inhale deeply and seethe under your breath so only she can hear, “I hate her. Don’t like her one bit. Hm. I know what she’s up to. She’s looking for Lestat. Oh, that makes me so mad. It kinda creeps me out too, like, if she’s gonna try to seduce my brother, she shouldn’t dress up like me, you know? I try not to think about it or read her thoughts at all. I’d rather not know what’s going through her head when she does what she does or says what she says. It just gives me the heebie-jeebies when I think of her around Lestat. Where is he? I gotta go find him in a minute.”

“The heebie-jeebies?”

“Is that not what Americans say?”

“Sometimes, but most kids are calling it the ick now. She gives you the ick.”

“Oh. I’m not caught up on all the internet lingo yet. This is good. You’ll have to teach me more. Yeah, she gives me the ick.”

“You really worry about your brother, don’t you? I don’t think he’d be interested in a girl like her anyways.”

Not wanting any more interruptions, you get up to close your door and lock it. You go back to what you were doing and put your finger and thumb into L shapes as you lean back and check your work on Juliette’s eyebrows.

“Don’t move. I’m gonna check something. They look even. Just gonna make sure. So? All right, step back for me. That’s better. You look better.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s good.”

“You guess? Y/N Lioncourt, she’s done it again. I’m such a saint for this. You are looking better already. Now for your makeup. Did you bring your makeup bag like I told you to?”

“Oui.”

“Good girl. Hand it over. Wow, this is really ugly. Do you like, like this pattern? Do you think this is cute?”

“It’s very practical, that’s why I bought it.”

“You just grabbed whatever? Weird. Okay…is this…drugstore makeup?”

“Well, yeah… I don’t do my makeup that often and the products seemed good enough.”

“Mhm. BB cream, what the fuck? Clear mascara? Do you even have like any lip products in here? Blistex? You’re gonna give me an aneurysm. Okaaaay, babes… You should feel really honored because I never do this - not even for my besties - but I’m gonna use my personal makeup on you.”

“But…”

“Yeah, this stuff you brought? Perfect for like the middle school dance but, for our purposes, it’s not gonna cut it. Your makeup bag is going in the garbage disposal. Here’s mine. Cute, right? Yeah, I chose it for a reason. Let’s keep it light, keep it cute, nothing too crazy. Let me see how the texture of your skin is doing because, girl, last time, it was crazy. It’s like a popcorn ceiling in here. I’ve got just the thing, though. Yeah, I’ve got a primer that can like shellac that right up. This is called Celestial, which is quite fitting. The miracles this stuff works really are mystical in nature. I’m gonna spread that over your chin and cheeks.”

“Okay, maman.” (mom)

“Perfect.”

“And then?”

“What’s next? Some concealer for those eye bags definitely. Let’s put a bit of concealer just under your eyes because you look a little tired and that’s not good. Girl, what were you up to last night? Your shift at the watch tower or something? Jesus.”

“Yep, didn’t sleep a lot. Like maybe two hours. I really didn’t want to get up this evening but you called…”

“You only got two hours of sleep last night? That explains it. What’s that about?”

“What are you doing?”

“I want you to look like you’ve been well rested and you’re ready to eat the heart of a man in like under five seconds only if I ask you to. You know what I mean? You need to get yourself some bubble bath liquid. A lavender spray for your pillow, some sleepy time tea, a silk eye mask and a meditation audio layered with rain sounds. Write that down.”

“Write it down?”

“Yeah, write it down, write it down. Yeah, I call it the princess secret formula to beauty rest. You’re welcome. Literally more priceless than the mathematical formulas for the moon landing.”

“I’m so not buying a lavender spray though.”

“Let me put just like the touch of shadow on your lid and you’re good because you got mascara on already, that’s good. You took my advice about mascara, that’s good. Waterproof mascara, of course, in case it all goes to shit.”

“Yep, hate the emo black stains of mascara on my face.”

“Very smart. I’m glad that you wore that. Good. Let’s see which eyeshadow colors would suit you. Yeah, let’s start with a rusty shade. Then the bronze in the middle. Then highlight the center. A touch more at the outer corners, okay. Pretty. I deserve a Nobel Prize for this literally. Now it’s time for blush. Oh, this color is perfect on you, oh my god. You know, take it from me, men love blush. You gotta really pack it on.”

“We’re not in the 18th century, though.”

“Rococo and Baroque is making something of a comeback, though. Goths love the 18th century. Really bringing those old trends back and putting a modern spin on them. Now for the lips. All that’s left is the gloss. The finishing touch. The cherry on top of the sundae. But I really don’t like that lipgloss color on you so I’m just gonna wipe that off, okay? And you can use mine. Wipe that right off because you do not suit that color whatsoever.”

“You mean that the color doesn’t suit me, right?”

“You can use mine. It still works. Let’s see, what do I have here?” You look down for a second and when you look back up at Juliette and what she’s holding in her hand, you gasp. “Put down the Blistex or I’m calling the cops! I swear to God. We’re doing Buxom Ultra Plumping Gloss, obviously. I think this shade of pink is gonna suit you really well. You don’t have any like Herpes simplex or anything, do you?”

“Nope!”

“Okay, that’s fine, I’m just asking because I got like ten other ones of these but if you got like some kind of oral issue, um, I can just give this to you. Okay, pout for me, babe. Some more. It’s gonna take a lot more gloss than that for these little lips. Cute. Your face is looking gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. If Kevin follows you on Insta, we should take some pictures when I’m done. He’ll definitely slide in.”

“Oh, I’m not a big fan of social media! I only use them for you but, yeah, I don’t really care about it.”

“You don’t use your personal Instagram? Okay. Well. I guess you can send them to him on Discord.” You immediately cringe as soon as the last word comes out of your mouth. “Ugh. No. Give me your phone.”

“MY phone?”

“Yeah, hand it over.” Your nails start clicking against the screen as you tap away on the phone. “Okay, let me feed your algorithm a little bit. Clearly you are not getting the inspiration that you need to be getting. What’s going on in your Instagram? Oh. Nothing good. Looks like you follow a lot of bird watching accounts. Dungeons and Dragons? Geocaching? Sudoku influencers? What the hell? Let’s get you following some baddies who can hopefully influence you in a more positive direction. Zendaya, Tori and Electra, Ice Spice, Kylie Jenner, Dua Lipa, Margot Robbie… and let’s like some cute posts. There. It’s like I’ve just enrolled you in the baddie academy. You’re welcome.”

“... Thank you then?”

“And then unfortunately it looks like your hair is back to looking like a rat’s nest since I last fixed it for you. Luckily I would not be caught dead without a hairbrush and some oils. So let’s get to fixing this. Hologram hair serum. Two pumps of that. Start working that through your ends. Don’t want to bring it too close to the top or else your hair will just look greasy. But the ends we’ll just make sure look nice and healthy. Then brush it out. That hair oil smells amazing. You’re so lucky to have me. Have you seen Sophie’s hair today?”

“Hmm no, what about it?”

“Ugh. Gruesome at-home dye job. The pipe dream of white-blonde in one night has claimed yet another helpless victim. She clearly didn’t use a high enough volume so there’s like these awful orange patches that she tried to save with toner that she left on way too long so there’s also huge patches of purple. God. My money is on her showing up tomorrow with it dyed completely black. Kind of the only next step besides a buzz cut unfortunately. I think she’ll be fine though. She’ll pull it off well. I always thought black hair would suit her. In a crazy twist of fate she just might come out of this fiasco on top. And…Voila! Your look is done - except for the outfit.”

“I’m comfy in these clothes though… Perhaps you could tell me some more of that vampire gossip. I need a break.”

“Fine. Let me think. What else, what else, what else? Oh, and then there’s Sybelle and Ella’s situation. They were born in like the late 1970’s and changed in the late 1990’s or early 2000’s. Yeah so they’re like really young in both human years and vampire years. They’ve been inseparable besties since like pre-k. Though the situation was…messy. They lost touch for like ten years because Sybelle was held captive in her luxurious home by her abusive older brother who regularly beat her after they were orphaned when their parents were killed in a car accident. He kidnapped Benji as a companion to keep Sybelle stable while she financially supported them with her concert performances.”

“This is crazy!!”

“When the abuse culminated to Sybelle's brother about to kill her, Armand killed him, thus freeing Sybelle and Benji from further fear for their lives. Last I heard about Benji, he was living in Trinity Gate in New York and created a podcast that is broadcast to all the vampires around the world.”

“Do people know he is a vampire??”

“Yeah, he’s known as the “official voice of the vampires” through this podcast thanks to Lestat and yours truly. I think you can listen to it on Spotify. Sybelle and Ella eventually reconnected and their friendship was still going strong, even after Marius changed them and brought them both into the blood. Everything was fine for like 25 years, but they’re beefing right now.”

“I’m not too surprised after everything you told me about vampires.”

“They’re both frozen at like 18-20 years old so…high school mentality. You know how we’ve been looking for instrumentalists for our upcoming symphonic album? Well, they both desperately wanted to be in the orchestra and auditioned. And Sybelle got a spot and was chosen for the solo. No surprises there, like everyone knows Sybelle’s the better musician by a long shot. But Ella is delusional about that. She thinks it’s so unfair and accused Sybelle of seducing Marius and Lestat into giving her the solo. So crazy. Like, Ella, girl, I get that you’re disappointed but you can’t read sheet music to save your life and…you have butter fingers. Just chill out, support your bestie, no need to get nasty about it. Sit down and cross your fingers for an acting gig in our music videos next year.”

“It’s kinda funny how all the drama starts with you and Lestat.”

“But it doesn’t end there. Sybelle always comes to dances and special events in the most spectacular handmade gowns, but she always keeps them a secret from everyone until she finally shows up wearing them. Last weekend at the party you skipped for window shopping with your cousins at the mall, she showed up wearing the dress she made for the upcoming symphonic orchestra performance and posted pictures to her Instagram story. Ella, who didn’t attend the party and who Sybelle had told she was at a sleepover, saw it and now the dress that she was preparing for the symphonic concert and album recording has been irreparably damaged. I mean like covered in pig’s blood and torn to shreds. Needless to say, Sybelle was devastated, like nearly inconsolable. She bought thirteen yards of fabric, crinoline, boning, and Swarovski crystals to make that dress. She sewed each panel of the skirt one by one. Just hand painting the flowers in the skirt took about five days. It took Sybelle about a month to make the dress, from design to creation. And now it’s all been flushed down the toilet because Ella was having a colossal temper tantrum.”

“But you’re sure it’s Ella?”

“Ella hasn’t confessed, in fact, she’s denied it up and down, but Sybelle is convinced it was her doing. Like what else could it have possibly been? No way a wild animal got in. Now Sybelle has sworn she’s not talking to Ella for the rest of the year, if ever. She isn’t of a mind to forgive and forget. One crime of passion and their friendship has blown up. Tragic. Fingers crossed Ella will have a change of heart and get over herself and her feelings of jealousy and insecurity and apologize and Sybelle will find another dress in time. Even Lestat and I have personally reached out to Sybelle and offered to help. Money, materials, emotional support, whatever she needs, it’s hers. We’re even willing to push back the date of the recording session because we don’t want her to drop out because of this incident. We truly want her there and to not get to witness her performance or one of her handmade outfits would be truly devastating.”

“Yeah, you really care about outfits, don’t you.”

“As for your outfit…”

“Fuck. Me.”

“Who made you think this was okay? Your outfit is weak. You look like you’re dressed for jury duty or church.”

“Well, yeah… It’s Sunday.”

“You came right here from church? Ew. What do you do? Sing in the choir or something? Okay. Well, I’m sure your vocals are better than Larry’s. He was the lead vocalist before Lestat came along and, well…Lestat and I secretly call him Lackluster Larry for a reason. Don’t tell Larry or Lestat I told you that. Friends keep secrets, remember? It’s like girl code.”

“I’d die with your secrets… Don’t kill me.”

“Unfortunately, I cannot really help you with your outfit as far as your date tomorrow. Ummm… Try to maybe like make his glasses fall off his face and then ‘accidentally’ step on them?” You use finger quotes. “That way, to him, your upsetting fit will be turned into a…tolerable blur.”

“Don’t be mean now.”

“For tonight, I’ll come to your rescue yet again. You are about to enjoy the esteemed privilege of borrowing one of my outfits. Do not take it lightly. You have to make sure you have perfect posture for the rest of the night or else you’re gonna stretch it out, ok?”

“...I don’t think I have the choice anyways…”

“Ok. I picked out this top for you. It’s the same one I’m wearing but in white. Yeah, I think that’s gonna work well for you. And then these jeans. Like a light blue. They’re faded in all the right places and they’ve got these rips. Pretty stylish.”

“Meh.”

“You don’t like the rips? Ok, grandma, why not? They remind you of the Great Depression or something? Put them on.” You throw them at Juliette and they nearly hit her in the face as she grabs them and holds them to her chest so they don’t fall to the floor.

“Can I at least go change in a room or a bathroom?”

“Yeah, bathroom’s over there.” You point and go back to your phone. When Juliette comes back out wearing the outfit you personally picked out for her, you clap excitedly.

“Yeah, you’re looking pretty cute. Let’s see if you can act the part. We’re gonna work on some flirting techniques. Show me your best seductive pose. Give me a soft serve. It’s giving gollum. Very much ‘my precious!’. Let’s try softening the face. Relax. Drop it down. Especially the eyelids, drop the eyelids down a bit and then bring one eyebrow up a touch, okay? A little less than that, a little less than that. That’s good. Slight smile. Slight. Perfect. Show me a bit of jaw like tilt your head to the side then bring the shoulder forward like that. And let me push that shoulder back. And it’s in the hips too, you wanna tilt the hips with the shoulders, so bring this hip forward, this hip back, then tilt your face down and look up at me from there. There it is. Yes, girl! There we go. Oh, can’t forget the perfume. A splash of this will get you smelling irresistible. You’ve had a Mountain Dew fragrance for Kevin’s sake, but he’ll have to settle for Versace. I think you’re ready. I think you’re ready. Oh oui, tu es prête! (Oh yes, you’re ready!) Good luck, babes. Can’t wait to hear all about it! Et surtout ne me remercie pas, les amies sont là pour ça!” (And do not thank me, friends are here for that kind of thing!)

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Stephanie transformed her basement into a Goth Glam dressing room. 

This is some amazing dressing room.

I love the lighting.

What luxury having a dressing room like this all to yourself.

What it looked like before.

gothic home decor enthusiasts

[memcaked]

Fashion

Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Characters: Sakuraba Neku, Kiryu "Joshua" Yoshiya

Additional tags: Autistic Sakuraba Neku, Not beta read, TWEWYTOBER, TWEWYTOBER 2020

Summary: Joshua’s hand tugs tight on Neku’s wrist as he points to wherever their destination is supposed to be through all the traffic. “Really, Neku, you need a seminar in gothic lolita,” he drawls, “It’s one of the best subcultures that’s come from here of the last decade."

Beginning notes: Addendum: This fic was first written and uploaded on October 3rd, 2020. i procrastinated so hard on this i spent far too long and got so fucking sick of it im so glad i can finish it. tomorrow is a new day and new prompt i guess, i need to learn when to quit and stop overachieving

general idea is taken from an unfinished project (and also a lot more centric on neku being autistic, hence the tag) plus punchline, but it takes so long. doesn't feel very comedic just them two being smug rude people. whatever and ever amen.

Body:

Joshua’s hand tugs tight on Neku’s wrist as he points to wherever their destination is supposed to be through all the traffic. “Really, Neku, you need a seminar in gothic lolita,” he drawls, “It’s one of the best subcultures that’s come from here of the last decade. You don’t know what your poor, uncultured heart is missing.”

“We need to do the mission?” Neku tries to hold his phone in his other hand, frantically opening and closing apps to see if he missed anything. Joshua’s pallor-pale fingers trace themselves over the lines on Neku’s palm, bare and only slightly bruised from old missions - his soft, almost conniving smile says it all as he turns around and pulls Neku so hard he almost drops his phone.

Whisking Neku away, Joshua charges into more and more people that he ghosts through. He slowly starts his lesson, almost entirely overpowered by noise (“maiden”) and music thrumming over his voice. Neku peers (“Harajuku”) up and sees the 109 tower, and if he had any (“Kansai”) blood in the UG it’d drain from his (“Nabokov”) face. Joshua takes a hook through Shibukyu (“glam rock”) walks down, down, as (“Mana”) the crowds thin away. Neku wouldn’t know why they’d head towards A-East - he couldn’t remember any concerts going on?

“... magazines graphing lolita fashion have been making their waves in the west - tell me you know FRUiTS?” Neku’s stared at the ground since the people started loosening, the texture of the asphalt and Joshua’s gait - his weird inward walk, does he need to get that checked out - that he only tunes in to the tail end of Joshua’s talk. “Earth to Neku? FRUiTS? It’s a Harajuku scene mag, ring any bells in that fashion-challenged head of yours?”

“I’m not a reader.”

“Tragic. Truly, truly tragic,” Joshua’s eyes are sunken, his fake pout wrinkled and wobbly. “Anyhoo, we’re here. You’ve been to A-East of course if you’ve been to a concert, ever - you know the Lapin Angelique store here?”

“Shiki took me here once,” Neku says, “She liked some of it but it all looked a bit,” he twists his palm, “much for me.”

“You’ve fought for your very existence here and a dress has you shaking in those velcros? Give me a break,” Joshua starts winding his hair around his finger to the very root as he steps forward through the doors. “The point of lolita is to divorce yourself from what everyone else thinks. Cute clothes like you’re rebelling against the responsibilities society wants you to take up as you’re getting older. Isn’t that appealing to you?”

Neku knows this is some appeal to emotion on clothes he isn’t keen on. He can’t stand the digs, can foretell that if he says no Joshua is going to use this against him like a hypocrite. He follows him in, into the dimly lit room that he remembered liking when he visited on his first week. He hangs uncomfortably at the door, looking around the cobweb carpet and ripped clothes.

“Over here,” Neku hears the clatter of hangers somewhere, and follows it to find Joshua rifling through jeans and shirts. “These ones don’t take a lot of guts to wear. Might be up your alley?” He lifts the ripped jeans up and hooks the hanger on Neku’s wrist.

“What are you buying?” Neku shifts his eyes, staring at petite, small Joshua on his tip-toes, twirling something around in his hands. He sees lace?

“Frilly parasol,” he opens it up, casting a dark shadow down on them. “Antique umbrella. Ribboned and laced. Gives me more fusion stars, boosts the sync rate.” He closes it with those deft, swift hands and turns it upside down, balancing his arms as he stands tip-toe again.

“It’s just an umbrella, isn’t it?” Neku asks, “I only care about the abilities, not… whatever subculture you’re obsessed with.”

“Oh, so the boy who only wears Jupiter of the Monkey is going to preach to us?” Joshua fires back.

“Shut up!” Neku’s arms cross over his dharma and he lifts out his hand not holding the jeans to count off why. “Jupiter of the Monkey is loose. They use good materials. Not very scratchy.” Neku notices his hands are slightly shaking during his staccato reasoning. “The people who work at Jupiter aren’t so confronting. The colours are good.”

“Colours? You’re just wearing purple.”

“It’s my favourite colour…” Neku drops his arms, hunches over. When he’s at this height he can’t really prevent making eye contact and when he stares back he sees Joshua’s eyes - and notices they’re not brown, they’re fucking purple. He’s got purple eyes, how did he get those? Contacts? Went out of the way to buy his contacts and then bag him for how supposedly dumb it is to wear purple. It makes Neku want to ball his hands into fists so hard his nails cut through his palms.

Little bitch.

[askblogmetalfamilyfuture]

Heavy adult : guys yo , sooo my bro dee favourite Halloween days , 7w7;

Dee adult : - -** shut up * gothic dress still *

Glam : ^^ ;

Victor: * drink beer* grow up fast

* moment, room heavy *

Heavy adult: i know so-

Dee adult : ...

[jessicakehoe]

8 Beauty Looks We Loved from the 2021 Grammys

The 63rd annual Grammy Awards staged a limited, socially-distant red carpet last night. Thrilled at the prospect of actually having somewhere to go, some of music’s biggest stars pulled out all the stops (with some help from their glam squads) for the fashionable evening with everything from enviable hairstyles to jaw-dropping manis. Here are eight 2021 Grammys beauty moments we can’t stop thinking about.

Megan Thee Stallion’s updo 

The Megan Thee Stallion opted for an elegant French twist on the red carpet, with long curled bangs framing her face, by hairstylist Kellon Deryck. What better look to accept a couple of awards in — especially when Beyoncé is standing next to you for one of them?

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Billie Eilish’s matching mani 

Nineteen-year-old Billie Eilish‘s gothic floral manicure (courtesy of nail artist Tammy Taylor) matched her Gucci outfit, bucket hat and face mask — but it didn’t stop there. The singer, who won Record of the Year for her her tune “Everything I Wanted” last night, switched up her acrylics a few times, including opting for a more muted look for the pre-show.

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Lizzo’s statement hair clips 

Lizzo went full early ’90s with her jumbo glittery pink hair clips, which matched her pearlescent Balmain gown and made for a covetable accent to her cascading waves.

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Halle Bailey’s winged eyeliner

Sister act Chloe x Halle had to join the show virtually, but that didn’t stop them from getting dressed up. Singer-actor Halle Bailey went for a black winged eyeliner, but with a cool graphic twist we’re tempted to try out for our next Zoom happy hour.

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Dua Lipa’s shimmery eyeshadow 

You could spot Dua Lipa’s bold pink eyeshadow from across the room, making the standout look very face mask-appropriate.

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Doja Cat’s shaggy bangs

The “Say So” singer hit the Grammys red carpet in an on-trend mullet created by Jared Henderson. The look was completed with a set of chic baby bangs that has us pondering (again) if we can pull the look off.

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Phoebe Bridgers’s bold lip 

Indie singer-songwriter Phoebe Bridgers stayed true to her goth side with a deep plum lipstick that was so dark you wouldn’t be faulted for mistaking it for black from afar.

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Haim’s slick middle parts

The Haim sisters used their 2021 Grammys beauty moment to pick a side in the great millennial vs. Gen Z/side vs. middle part battle, rocking their signature middle parts with curtain bangs of varying lengths.

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[sarah--goff]

Their Dark Materials: Chapter Four;The Debt

Also avaliable on A03 under: Sarah_Goff works

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Hope you enjoy!

You rubbed your eyes waking gently from the strange dream.

You didn’t feel wanting this time you felt… haunted, such a weird way for it to end. You shivered.

It was still dark outside, you looked at the clock. Midnight.  They still weren’t home. Oh well.

“Moore?” you mumbled into the dark corner of your room “bird?”.

It was silent. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and pulled your jacket around you, folding your arms against the cold that gnawed at your exposed flesh.

“Moore?” The scarf nest was empty. There was no sign the bird had been there at all.

The window was wide open. You rushed over to it.

“Bird?” You whispered from the window hopefully. It could just be nesting in a tree.

You heard nothing.

You would leave the window open for now. Otherwise the bird wouldn’t be able to get back in if you fell asleep again.

The lamp went on again. Like a beacon for the bird. You lit some of your candles too.

                                                                                              _*_

Half an hour went by and paranoia crawled into your thoughts. The bird never left at night this long.

You were pacing the room. Not that there was much to pace.

What if it suddenly couldn’t fly so well? Or if next door’s cat had got it? Or it got lost. Or worse. You put your head in your hands at how fixated you had become to this raven.

Snap out of it! It was a bird for god’s sake. A wild creature by nature.

You sat on the edge your bed with a sigh the old iron frame creaked under your weight.

Maybe this was it, the day you had been dreading since it had landed on your window ledge that fateful night. When you had to say ‘goodbye’. It didn’t even wake you. Of course it wouldn’t, dummy. You felt like you’d lost a beloved pet or a friend.

You put the scarves away hanging your head. Maybe you were crazy after all. Why would a bird stick around? It was almost laughable.

You slowly approach the window to close it one last time when an uproar of strong wind blows you backwards so you flail against your bed, landing on your butt on the floor with a thud.

Another storm?

You try to stand but it felt like the wind was pinning you down. You shakily use the iron bed frame to help you stand, your arms crossed in front of you to shield your face -you heard the furniture skew across the room. Your curtains dance in the whistling wind, shadows rose everywhere. The candles went out together. Darkness fell across the room.

The wind died down and you lowered your arms blinking at the twilight streaming through the open window.

There was a man standing in front of you

“What the fuck!” You leap back in surprise, slamming into your bed again and sitting on it.

He put his hands on his hips triumphantly and raised his chin. His tall shadow fell against the stream of light.

You couldn’t see his face properly until he stepped into the light with a wicked grin.

A dramatic bolt of lightning struck the dark sky behind him. Rain sloshed down the windows.

“Come, come, is that anyway to address a friend?” his voice was smooth and in mock-haughtiness. The man tilted his head at you, removing leather gloves from his hands one by one.

You were rooted to the spot, mostly in fear and sheer astonishment. How the hell did he get through the window?

“What the fuck are you talking about- get the hell out of my house!” you cried suddenly wishing you kept a wooden bat under the bed you could grab quickly.

You shot a glance at the desk- there was nothing in your reach from the bed to protect you or cause enough harm to allow your get away. The phone was by the door and you silently praised god that Kari let you have your own phone in your room.

The strange man chuckled looking completely relaxed “such colourful language” he gazed around the room, unfazed “I must say it looks a lot smaller from this angle”.

You could see now that he was extremely tall with blonde hair cut in odd feathery lengths. Mismatching green and blue eyes looked at you expectantly.

You noticed first that he really was gorgeous, though that acknowledgement was extremely inappropriate given the circumstances. His features were sharp, almost hawk-like, and even though he was beautiful, he looked frightening.

“I said I was coming- don’t you remember, my dear?” he prompted waiting for an answer.  

Your heart was pounding, stomach doing flips. “Just who in the hell are you”

He put his hands on his hips impatiently “You know very well who I am” he sounded very matter-of-fact. Like he actually expected you to recognise him suddenly.

The way he was dressed, dark, head to toe. A cloak clung to him as well as a cape. He sported a leather jacket with an extended high collar- like some glam rock- cliché-fairy-tale villain. You definitely didn’t recognise him.

And yet…

You look beside you to the little red book, blown open by the wind, the pages were lying open on a particular illustration. Of a tall man. With blonde hair. And a leather jacket.

You look between the page and the man. And then again.

He lifted his chin, satisfied expression that said ‘see?’ but you felt a cold chill run down your spine.

He was a nutter.

Run. That’s what every muscle in your body screamed at you.

You eyed the open door and made a run for it, he must have sensed it because he raised a hand, and an invisible force slammed it shut at the same moment.  What the hell? Your terrified mind was playing tricks on you.  

You turned in one fluid movement picking up one of the long candle holders, the nearest object to you, as your only defence, thrusting it in his direction.

“I swear to god if you don’t leave right now, I’ll- call the police”.

The man’s boots thudded faintly as he moved closer to you, unfazed by the threat. He stretched out a hand, lowering the candle holder you had raised, with one finger.

“There’s really no need to be scared” he said impatiently. He seemed towered over you, looking deep into your eyes…Tenderly? Your stomach heaved. You raised the candle holder again.

That gaze, those peculiar eyes, they held something familiar. You knew this face, but where, where?

“The creepy guy from earlier-?”

No, not just from earlier. Somewhere else! Think!

He tilted his head “I was merely watching over you. I’ve been watching over you for a while now, but you knew that already didn’t you?”

Watching…over…

Then it clicks into place and your eyes widen. Disbelief.

“You’re him, aren’t you?” you said reading his face for any clues “the man with the long coat, in my…my dreams…” you trailed off eyes glazing over.

Images flashed through your mind. A mask, a dress, a dance.

He only grinned in reply, now you understood.

The man’s eyes fluttered shut with a smile, relieved at your recognition, and you took this opportunity to lunge for the phone.

Before your fingers could brush it, it’s swept out of your reach along with the candle holder, causing it to smash to the wooden floor and to break into pieces. Oh shit, oh shit.

Your fingers flew to your hair. No weapon, no exit, no phone. You were trapped with this gothic psychopath who was probably going to kill you after he finished his little sick role-play. Oh lord, why didn’t you just close the fucking window!

He folded his arms with an amused little smile, watching the scene unfold, watching you work it out. A little cornered animal with nowhere to run. The tall man seemed interested in your next move.

“If you leave now, I won’t report you” you offer slowly with your hands up “just go, I swear I’ll forget this ever happened”

Why the bloody hell weren’t Brian and Kari home yet! It must be approaching one o’clock by now!

“I’m not going anywhere” for every step forward he took you took one back.

You steadied your voice, determined to bury your fear “just leave me alone- just take whatever it is you want and leave”

He sighed, clearly back at square one. “You really don’t understand, do you?” he said with a tiresome tone. Like you were a simple child. This cloak and dagger pseudo act was frustrating you and you were beginning to lose your rag.

“No- I- do- not so either start explaining or just get out!” you bit back through gritted teeth. It seemed like you had no other option now, you may as well listen to what he had to say, from a safe distance.

“Maybe you liked me more with feathers” he hinted.

The blonde freak snapped his fingers and disappeared. Had you just imagined that? He just vanished in front of your eyes.

You tested the door, rattling the handle up and down in desperation “come on, come on!” you cried yanking it hopelessly -it was locked from the outside.

“No, no, no”. You were stuck with this invisible psycho.

“Caaaw” the noise came from behind you

You jumped at the noise, whirling around, but it was a noise you knew well.

“Moore?”

The bird perched in front of you. How could it be here so suddenly? You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. At least the bird was back.

“Quick,” you say breathlessly to the bird “before he comes back”

You extended your arm to Moor, it looked like your bird, but something was off.

You crouched down beside the bird and gingerly touched his soft head when it began to glow and shift, transforming in front of your very eyes. Into the blonde man.

“Shit!” you snatched your hand back.

You covered your face to what you just thought you witnessed. How was that possible!? You didn’t dare remove your hands from your face in fear of what you might see.

“It is not easy to understand, I realise” the deep voice said gently, he was hovering close by. “Magic is not easy for those in the Aboveground”

He continued in his superior tone and you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing. Magic? Birds that changed into men? What did he mean ‘Aboveground?’ It was all too much. You were on the verge of passing out.

You clutched your head. Maybe Kari was right -maybe you got completely wasted earlier and forgot about it- and this was some sort of fucked up fever dream.

“Magic” you mumbled half to yourself “like the time travel” you squinted your eyes shut.

He inclined his head curiously.

“I’ve come to return the debt I owe to you.  I gave you a gift, which you accepted, you owe me someth-”

“Well take it back then!” you burst out at this utter madness “I don’t want any of your bloody gifts! Just get out!”

He put his hands behind his back with a smirk “it doesn’t work that way, I’m afraid. You accepted my gift freely, you owe me whatever I wish”

He waited for you to say something, but you were too busy putting the pieces together in your head, unsure how something he gave you correlated to you giving him something in return but you humoured him; anything that would make him leave.

“What do you want? Money? My jewellery? The television set?”

The tall man threw his head back and chuckled grandly. “You think so small, my sweet, oh no, much simpler than materialism, what I want- is you”

You clutch your desk for support- it felt like you were just kicked in the chest at his words.

“Wha- what?” you choked out. “Me? You want me?”

This was skewing downhill too fast, it was becoming extremely dangerous. He’s going to kill me and wear my skin.

This fruitcake didn’t seem at all bothered with your reaction.

“I will be fair of course,” he continued unfazed “I’ll give you a challenge: a chance to win back your freedom-if you wish. If you complete my task, you’re free to go. But if you lose” he lingered over the next sentence dramatically, “you stay with me- in my castle. Forever” lightening crack again behind him.

“Never!” you cried horrified. What the hell have you gotten yourself into!

“How can this be a fair deal? A debt for a debt! There must be another way surely!”

He smiled like a joke you weren’t in on, “You accepted the book freely, my dear. You owe me whatever I want”

You throw your hands up “You tricked me! It’s not fair!”  

“Ah, that delightful little phrase you’re always using” he clapped his hands together and took you by the elbow, guiding you over to the window “as much as I’d love to prattle on about the ins and outs of it, time to take our leave”.

“Leave?” you planted your feet and jerked your arm out of his hand. He allowed you to do so, watching you curiously. “I’m not going anywhere. Especially with you, magic or no fucking magic- I don’t want to leave!”

He scoffed, “what nonsense you utter- I’ve heard it from your own mouth: “I wish somebody would take me away”

Dammit, he was right. You had said that in your teenage temper- but couldn’t think you were serious for god’s sake.

“I was angry and talking rubbish! Surely you must know that”

The tall man folded his arms in mock seriousness “what’s said is said”

“But I didn’t mean it” you pleaded, momentarily dropping the tough cookie act. You sounded pathetic.

“Oh, you didn’t?” he looked down at you condescendingly.

He held out his long fingers pinched together, a crystal sphere appeared in his hold. He didn’t drop eye contact. “I’ve brought you something” he held it out to you to see.

“What is it?” you say curiously but with caution knowing this could be another trick.

“it’s a crystal nothing more; but if you turn it this way,” he twisted the orb like so “and look into it; it’ll show you your dreams. “

My dreams?

Intrigued, you peered into the crystal and a wave of reminiscence washed over you.

You could see it so clearly now; the puffy ballgown, the white champagne room, the masks, the dancing, the way you were spun so fast you giggled.

You giggled now, unpredictably, remembering how elated you felt, the warmth of it. Like the memory was real enough to have an emotional connection.

The tall man smiled softly, like he could see what you were seeing.

“Do you want it?” he held it out for you to take. “You’re unhappy here. But I could make you happy” he said it almost in a whisper.

You reached your hand out to the orb wistfully. You wanted to be happy, didn’t you? Of course you wanted it but…

“then say yes, accept my deal” he pushed.

You lowered your hand to your side. You didn’t feel so threatened anymore- as bonkers as it sounded- you believed him, in everything he was saying.

“I can’t” You said flatly. “It’s not that I’m ungrateful that you’re trying to return the debt- but I can’t go with you. I won’t give away my freedom like that”

“Sloane, you’re not making this any easier” the man said patiently “don’t make me do things I don’t wish upon you. If you don’t take me for as I am, then I have no choice to set you this task. It’s the rules”.

Clearly, he was not one for negotiation.

He held out his hand earnestly for you to take “come, leave your little cell of room behind, leave your dreadful family and just run away from it all”.

You could do it, so, so easily, the blonde man from your dreams made it sound so easy.

You stood in silence taking his words into consideration. The weight of them.

What about your friends, your studies you worked tirelessly  on over the last two years, your acting career, what would your parents think of you abandoning everything like this? They would be disappointed. All ‘poof’ because you picked up a silly little book. No, you couldn’t.

He saw this silent decline.

He snapped his  fingers and the crystal disappeared. You’d had your chance.

His demeanour changed in a flash. There was rage in his eyes.

“Don’t defy me when I’m being generous. I’ve given you a chance to win your freedom -either way you’re coming with me”.

“To where?” if he was taking you downstairs you could run out the door quickly and escape.

Much to your irritation he pulled you closer to him to look-out the window. Surely he wasn’t going to make you climb down the drainpipe!

“My kingdom” he said casting an arm out over the scene grandly “The Underground”

You expected to see your street and neighbourhood, but the scene had changed very dramatically.

The sky was orange streaked with black thunderous clouds, you could see what appeared to be a maze, a wide village and beyond that and....A large gothic castle in the heart of it.

He tilted his head at you smugly “do you still want to challenge me?”

You couldn’t stop gaping at the scene, “the castle beyond the goblin city” you murmur, suddenly quoting the book you were given. It was real. It was here in front of your very eyes.

“It’s…it’s beautiful” you said truthfully, staring at the dark castle, it’s elegant thin spires.  You could even see flags fluttering in the wind.

“It is, isn’t it?” he said swelling with snobbish pride.

The blonde man offered you a hand to help you step onto the window ledge. You snapped your attention back smacking it away “I’m still not leaving-you can’t make me”

He took your hand anyway roughly pulling you up alongside him. He bent low to kiss it so that you could see the odd mismatched lengths of hair clearer. The highlights of white among the blonde stood out in the moonlight.

His eyes sparkled mischievously. “I am The Goblin King, but you may call me Jareth” he introduced himself.

He was deadly serious- you could see that. Goblin? Was he a goblin? You’d seen pictures of them in multiple fairy-tales across your childhood; small, green-skinned, ugly creatures. He sure as hell didn’t look like one of those. But you couldn’t believe he was human either.

You realised that he was still holding your hand and promptly took it back. Goblin King! There were many things you wanted to call him at that moment. Try devious bastard for a few.

You scowled, turning away from him so he couldn’t see the look on your face or the fact that exasperation and indecision were eating away at you.

You had to make a decision.

Your life wasn’t perfect but that didn’t mean you would just throw it away, doomed to spend it with a stranger. On the other hand… A task, that you could win and set yourself free and out of this mess.

Tick, tock.

“Fine I’ll complete this stupid task” you raised your chin “how hard can it be” you said over your shoulder.

In truth you were terrified. Your world was about to be turned upside down, you could tell.

The Goblin King pointed to the maze in the distance “you have 13 hours, to complete my labyrinth and reach my castle” .

From up here it looked ridiculously simplistic. 13 hours seemed like an extremely long time for one maze. You must have done hundreds of mazes just like it in your childhood. You’d be home in time to wake for classes tomorrow.

You told yourself you could do this.

The Goblin King could see the thoughts bubbling in your mind as you considered it seriously.

“Turn back Sloane, turn back before it’s too late” he warned shaking his head. He’s just trying to put you off because he knows you stand a chance.

“I can’t” you said partly to yourself “I have to try at least”.

“What a pity” he sighed conjuring another curious crystal ball and hurling it to the floor.

You were standing at the very scene you had just been viewing from your bedroom window, you spun around to look for your window but it had vanished. You really were here.

The Goblin King was standing near you “you could have had everything” he said grimly.

You ignored him, scanning the maze, calculating, “it doesn’t look that far” you chided shielding your eyes from the sun.

“It’s further than you think,” his breath was by your ear, body extremely close to you, making your jump “time is short. Tick, tock”

The Goblin King gestured to a large antique clock.

“13 hours in which to solve the labyrinth. You have three strikes. If you lose them, also game over”

You opened your mouth to question but the Goblin King seemed to be vanishing in front of your eyes, retreating slowly “13 hours before you’re mine. Forever ... Such a pity” he drooled.

He was gone.

The labyrinth.

“Doesn’t look that hard” you assured yourself although you knew even from this perspective it looked a whole harder than it did from above. You shook yourself, negativity would get you nowhere.

“Come on, Hazel “ you said to yourself.

Just one foot in front of the other.

[gingersnapsdvd]

If you could describe your aesthetic in 5 movies what would they be and why?

ooooh this is fun ok (the films are gonna be completely different from each other bc my aesthetic is all over the place)

1. saint laurent (bertrand bonello version) the costumes and the rich colours are just very me plus there’s a moment where one of the actresses is stood in front of a mirror wearing a suit with her tiddies out and that moment just stood out as something i’d do

2. nowhere - the character rachel dash plays dresses exactly like how i wanna dress and i like the design of all the rooms included in the film 

3. the crow - the main reason for this is brandon lee’s makeup/costume and the gothic visuals 

4. velvet goldmine - i’m a huge fan of 70s fashion and the whole glam rock look and the costumes in this film are so good

5. tom at the farm - xavier dolan’s stressed out farmer outfits and blonde hair just speak to the part of me that wants to live in the countryside and take care of lambs

[cardinalcamembert]

Descriptions of songs from Prequelle

So I found a french article with some pretty in depth descriptions of the new songs and made a rough translation in case anyone is interested.

I left out "Rats" because we've already fkn heard that one so... Translation notes in [ ]. I tried to stick as close to the original as possible, so some bits are weird.

“Ashes”: “The first glimpse of the medieval world illustrated on the cover. Children sing a tradional nursery rhyme from the time of the plague, comprising the familiar melody presented in “spöksonat” on Meliora. Partially inspired by the intro of “Black Celebration” by Depeche Mode.”

It’s an introductory title where one, indeed, hears children singing a nursery rhyme before the arrival of sombre guitar chords and a synthetic organ [the instrument, you filthy bastards] lead. One plunges immediately into the universe of ghost with this little call back to Meliora on piano, in the form of a “passage de témoin” [lit. supporting passage. Pretty sure it’s a bridge or some such]. “Faith”: “A beast, agitated and grating, with small touches of the neo-classical. The meeting of Tony Iommi and Shostakovich. Despite the devastating guitars, it still kicks off an enormous and exhilarating harmonious refrain!” Starting with a neo-classic-ish lead rhythm through punching drums. Followed by couplets of riffs, heavy and cutting. But it’s only to better clear the way and create contrast in a very melodic and ecstatic refrain. Ghost navigates, as usual, between the shadows and the light. A break that takes back the refrain in a “diabolical” way adds theatricality to the title. “See The Light”: “Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing (understand: a rock title disguised as a ballad). This is the “Unforgiven” of this album. A vibrant hymn for the oppressed.” Of a softness marked the couplets, with supple drums, as well as piano. Once again Ghost puts on the contrasts, as the refrain simultaneously imposes itself with full force, very luminous: the “drink me, eat me, then you see the light” chanting could not be more fitting as it is dressed in vocal harmonies - one imagines also a live distribution of wine and hosts [communion, bitches] to the spectators to back the lyrics. The break is here held up by a synthesizer lead, joined by the guitar in harmony. “Miasma”: “The first instrumental price of the album, wanting to illustrate a fog of pestilence sweeping the countryside. It’s reminiscent of the BO’s of Goblin, Vangelis and Queen [No idea what a BO is]. A melodic, triumphant theme that finally leaves room for a veritable ‘battery of solos’ culminating with the ultimate reward: sax!” It is effectively not one, but two instrumentals that the album has to offer, and this is the first. Lead by a piano lead and the harmonisations of guitar and bass, as the rhythmic guitar and the drums take care of setting up solid and intelligible foundations. After the middle bit, it goes wild and progressively gains in intensity to end with a succession of singing solos: guitar, piano and a rock saxophone, very “eighties”, in the manner of Sexy Sax Man! “Danse Macabre”: “Neon tubes, disco balls and sexy trousers. ‘Danse Macabre’ is the sound of your favourite hard rock group in 1978, being brave enough to compose a big, successful, disco number. Channelling Kiss, Boston, and Fleetwood Mac, the refrain is pure euphoria! Also, in the refrain, is he singing ‘be with you’ or ‘bewitch you’? Up to you to decide…” A big box that marks the time over a very hard rock riff, for a title that puts out all over the rhythmic and melodic drive [this whole sentence is a mess what are they even trying to say?]. One noticed the touches of glam in “Rats”, there they are not very obvious, we plunge this time directly into the start of the eighties with a refrain that is insistent and very dancing (an intersection like “I Was Made For Loving You” by Kiss and the first two albums from Bon Jovi), its vocal treatment, its solo, its rhythmic gimmicks… it’s all there to be believed. “Just wanna be, wanna be with you in the moonlight. Just wanna be, I wanna be with you all night…” “Pro Memoria”: “A cinematic point of view on mortality. The piece starts with a broad string passage and following puts itself in a groove that brings to mind Led Zeppelin’s ‘No Quarter’. Inspired by Elton John, GNR, The Doors, and The Boss…” The strings gives an immediate orchestral dimension (that one finds developing into a dreamlike finale), to tie together a delicate song, with a light wrinkle marking the time, the piano, the organ [INSTRUMENT]… Ghost brings us back to pop sounds that are a bit “flower power”, in the close spirit of “He Is”. The refrain imposes itself like a repeated leitmotif that wants to make sure the title progresses in a relatively linear way, sweet in melody, gloomy in it’s words: “Don’t you forget about dying, don’t you forget about your friend death, don’t you forget that you will die” (and the usual references to Lucifer). To finish in the choirs of a church at the bottom of the organ [instrument] “Witch Image”: “Written the morning of Tom Petty’s death (really!). Driven by a twisted AOR[wtf?] refrain and another harmonic guitar break that draws tears to the eyes” There is still some lightness and pain in this title, reinforced by the sound of a flute/mellotron and the vocal melody full of sensitivity. The guitars aren’t any less present, in discrete arpeggios on the couplets or electrics to give intensity to the refrains and at the solo part, but always entirely devoted to the melody. “Helvetesfönster”: “Literally translating to ‘Windows to Hell’. Inspired by the Nordic folk tradition with its Pink Floyd and Mike Oldfield elements. The piece is in a vice between two magnificent and desolated melodies. A kind of band sound for the Nordic lights” Second instrumental that drives us directly into the prog rock of the seventies. There is clearly some Arjen Lucassen (Ayreon) in the feel of this piece with its more languid tempo, with its notable flute, its harmonic progressions, its endlessly evolving structure, with breaks for piano and synthesizer. One finds a folky lull as a finale, and generally a pretty cinematic side. One sees that if all the sung pieces by Ghost have used immediacy and simplicity with the goal of making powerful hits, it benefits from instrumentals to develop its creative passions. “Life Eternal”: ”The ultimate gothic love song - ‘Dracula’ filmed inside of a snowglobe. ‘Life Eternal’ is everything you love about power ballads distilled into a single song. ‘Dream on’ November Rain’ ‘Alone’, the many changes in tone and dynamic turn in a capsule of three minutes!” One finishes gracefully and delicately with this song that slowly gains in scale to take on the role of the albums cathartic finale (serving, in this regard, the same goal as “Monstrance Clock” on Infestissumam), in particular while featuring the repeated choir lyric “forever”, only until Tobias Forge concludes: “If you had life eternal…” Original is here: http://www.radiometal.com/article/ghost-dans-les-pas-du-cardinal,297391

[coweatman]

tree fetus dance

Decoding Club Fliers

This just came in from the PIG (Portland Industrial Gothic) mailing list I’m on…

In case you’ve ever wondered what some of the terms and phrases on Club fliers really mean…

“All ages” = as if telling someone’s age in zombie inspired make up and near dark conditions weren’t difficult enough already

“All night long” = or until 2 a.m. when the city’s bar closing ordinance kicks in, which ever comes first

“Mash Ups” = someone got a Mac with Garage Band for their birthday, but can’t figure out how to use it

“Remixes” = someone got a Mac with Garage Band for their birthday and figured out how to use it

“Two dance rooms” = our Gothic Industrial club plays both kinds of music, gothic and industrial

“Just off the freeway” = we’re located next to the abandoned medical waste disposal plant in a section of town not patrolled by police

“Blisspop” = we made up this genre just to see if you were paying attention to our flier

“Costume Contest” = be prepared to hear at least three different DJs spin “Everyday is Halloween” and claim they didn’t hear it when the other DJs played it

“Dark Alternative” = we have no idea what to call half the songs we’re going to play tonight

“Dark/Fetish attire encouraged” = if you pretend to be a goth, we’ll pretend to play goth music

“Darkwave” = we think this is somehow related to goth

“Deathrock” (when placed last on the list of music genres) = we’ll play that song by the Virgin Prunes, but you have to listen to 3 hrs. of VNV Nation before we get to it

“Deathrock” (when placed first on the list of music genres) = we’ll play two Rozz era Christian Death songs in a row at some point during the evening

“Deathrock/Psychobilly/Horror Punk” = we hope you like songs about zombies, dead girlfriends and spooky things in the woods enough to listen to 4 hours of them

“Deathrock/Punk/Old School Goth” = we firmly believe the only music worth listening to was recorded between 1977 and 1983

“Deathrock/EBM” = never draw up a flier when you’re high on crack

“Deathrock/Metal” – never draw up a flier when you’ve doing crystal meth for 5 days straight either

“Dress code is black” = the people who come here don’t know enough about Goth to know what to wear so we have to remind them

“Dress to impress” = the court order regarding cameras in the Club was lifted after the lawsuit was settled out of court

“EBM” = like techno, but with less musical ability and more glow sticks.

“80’s” = we hope you like “Karma Chameleon” a lot because we have 13 different versions of it

“Electro” = *beep* music

“Enjoy our drink specials” = our landlord turned off the air conditioning so it gets really hot in here

“Ethereal” = we own the entire Cocteau Twins back catalog

“Experimental” = Synth-punk performed by people don’t know how to play an instrument, but it sounds classier if we call it “Experimental”

“Fetish wear encouraged” = lots of *oontz oontz* music, latex club wear, and a some guy running around with a whip

“$5 cover before 10 p.m.” = the cops never show up to raid the place before 11 p.m.

“Free give aways” = we still have lots of “Saw II” and “the Hills Have Eyes” posters left from last year’s give away

“Full Bar” = our bar is twice as big as the dance floor

“Futurepop” = music not good enough to be classified as “EBM”

“Glam” = in case you thought deathhawks, ripped t-shirts and torn fishnets were too modest of a fashion statement

“Go Go Girls” = our music will sound better if you’re staring at a half naked chick

“Goth” = our DJ knows who Peter Murphy is

“Gothic Industrial” = lots of *oontz oontz* music, latex club wear, and some girl with big, poofy pigtails running around with a couple of glow sticks

“Harsh EBM” = when regular EBM isn’t awful enough

“Impressive selection of beer” = just in case anyone ever comes to a Goth club to be impressed by the beer, we’ve got you covered

“Industrial Decadence” = overweight EBM chicks in midriff baring fetishwear

“Legendary” = selling my soul for a steady club night 23 yrs. ago seemed like such a good idea at the time…

“Live Bands” = real musicians aren’t embarrassed to be seen in our club with our patrons

“New Romantic” = Adam Ant, Duran Duran and, ahhh, ummm, errr…. more Adam Ant and Duran Duran

“Neofolk” = Der Furher’s music, unplugged

“No Cover Charge” = our venue is a classic dive bar with a decent sound system

“Nu Wave” = I’m 2 lazy to spel check my flyerz be4 I hand them oot

“Old School Punk” = we specialize in mohawks and mosh pits

“Old School” (genre unspecified) = we bought a crate of vinyl at a garage sale

“Our DJ brings you the best in…” = our DJ will spin whatever his girlfriend left him after they split up

“Old School Goth” = our DJ’s roommate went to school with Peter Murphy

“Plenty of available parking” = the neighborhood is so bad that no one is else is willing to park on the streets here

“Powernoise” = we play music so obnoxious that even the rivetheads will complain

“REAL Alternative” = our DJ interned at KROQ

“Remodeled” = they painted the walls after they were closed down for health code violations

“Request Night” = we got off work late and didn’t have time to come up with a proper setlist

“Retro” = Our DJ found a bunch of 80’s comps at a second hand store and most of them aren’t too badly scratched

“Smoking Patio” = forget about sneaking in through the back exit

“Underground” = our DJ really likes She Wants Revenge

“Indie” = Our DJ eventually got burned out on She Wants Revenge and is now on an Interpol kick

“Vampire” or “Vampiric” = douchebag or douchebagic

“Vendors” = we have a girl selling bat-themed jewelry and spiderweb necklaces at a table next to the dance floor

“VIP Lounge” = in case the people on the dance floor weren’t pretentious enough for you

“We spin vinyl” = our DJs are damn good!

“With a little booty hip hop to mix it up” = no matter how drunk you get, you’re going to regret coming here for years to come

“WiFi” = because the only thing geekier than dancing at a Goth club is surfing the web at a Goth club

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is interesting: A tenant in this Beverly Hills, California condo felt that it was so important to decorate it her way, that she convinced the landlord to let her do it, if she agreed to put it back to the way it was, when she moves.

Over the years, she fastidiously transformed the cookie-cutter space into an old Hollywood sexy, glam retreat like no other. When she moved, the owner put it on the market. 

But, the real estate agent told the owner to leave it. "The design is so beautifully done," she said, "I thought there might be a market for it." She persuaded the owner to give her two weeks to sell the place as is.

If it didn't sell in that time, everything would come down and the condo would be restored to white walls and dark hardwood floors. And, there was an option to buy any or all of the furnishings, like this bar. 

The style is Hollywood Regency, with '60s-era influences, and an extreme dedication to over-the-top opulence. Would you buy it? 

No one wanted the fancy duplex. 

The tenant especially loved Chanel. 

This is the master bedroom. 

The opulent master bath.

The closet/dressing room. Look at all the hangers she left!

The Gothic guest room. 

Guest bath.

And, a powder room. 

Well, it didn’t sell, so the former tenant put it back to the way it was- what do you think? How bland.

The kitchen & dining room, now. 

The living room.

She basically left the powder room the same, only removing her accessories.

I don’t even recognize the master bedroom.

Or the master bath. Now, the owner has it up for rent for $5,500 mo. I don’t know what to say- it’s so plain, now. 

https://www.realtor.com/news/unique-homes/decor-over-the-top-beverly-hills-condo/

[kentonramsey]

The Rodarte Bride Has a 20-Foot Sky-Blue Train, and a Matching Veil to Go With It

Kate and Laura Mulleavy introduced Rodarte's Fall 2020 collection to showgoers at St. Bartholomew's church in New York City amongst white flowers and candlelight, setting the tone and the label's signature ambience. Guests were hushed before the first model, Bella Hadid, clacked her brooch-adorned heels along the tiled floors, creating an echo. And as if to set the storyline in stone, the next few looks carried out the exact same aesthetic: a glamorous '50s vibe. Modest pleated dresses with poufed shoulders and cinched waists came in polka-dot or plaid, a print we're seeing plenty of for Fall. Shortened veils sat atop many of the models' heads, like fascinators. (Later we would find these veils were only foreshadowing what was to come; the most glamorous Rodarte bride we could ever imagine.)

The lineup took a sharp turn to a glam cherry bomb '80s moment, with sequined pant sets we could easily picture on Elle Fanning. But floral appliquéd, sheer midi dresses slowly brought us back to the romance at Rodarte's core. We saw (and heard!) strands of fringe shake as models outfitted in fully beaded looks took the runway, and everyone's eyes sparkled as a white glittered co-ord set impressed Winter brides in the room, still in need of an afterparty look.

Gothic elements were introduced in the form of dark hooded capes and tiered gowns with spiderweb-like circles of sequins swirling on the bodice. Though these all-black moments were unexpected - especially right before we were presented with a bright burst of caped, floral maxi gowns we'd wear on a lavish vacation - they somehow fit right into a collection that remains fluid for its whimsy. No matter what color a Rodarte dress is, it is always enchanting.

Of course, the look everyone will be talking about is the vintage inspired bridal gown, a satin number somewhere in between Champagne and ivory with a baby-blue print and a floor-sweeping, 20-foot train that went on and on for one very long, magical moment. For the grand finale, the models took one final walk around the church and then took their places alongside the Rodarte bride, each one of them presenting a unique idea of femininity and beauty. But really, is it possible to pick a favorite?

Related:

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[musingsofableedingheart]

Horror Hamlet

Hamlet is my favourite Shakespeare play, which has been the case since high school. I’ve seen many interpretations of Hamlet over the years. I remember seeing Heavy Metal Hamlet in the Botanic Gardens in Brisbane when I was still at school, which left a lasting impression. I saw Kenneth Branagh’s 1996 version of Hamlet in the cinema, which no doubt has influenced my interpretation.

I've been going through some old boxes, and found some journals from school, hence my nostalgic mood. 

Do you have a favourite teacher from your school years that you still think about fondly? Well, my favourite teacher was Ms Poulsen. She had purple hair, loved Joy Division and let us stencil poetry on the classroom wall. She was very encouraging, passionate and an inspirational teacher. I still have the letter she wrote to me at the end of grade 12, and the bookmark she picked for me personally. She really cared about her students.

Ms Poulsen set us a task in grade 12 English to interpret Hamlet and write in our journal the ideas outlining our film version of Hamlet as director of the production.

In August 1998, when I was 17, I wrote my Director’s Address, which I’ve had a kick out of reading today, and I thought others might too.

‘The vision of Hamlet that I intend to direct is an R18+ horror film. Hamlet is a particularly violent play so far as the emotions of some of the characters express. 

I wish to bring this out with sound and special effects. For example, the scene in which Polonius is slain by Hamlet, Hamlet could cut Polonius’ head off so that blood splatters on the walls and his head rolls off, and in his last breath of life the head attempts to bite Hamlet’s leg. His jaws clamp on tight and are difficult for Hamlet to remove [I was a bit obsessed with Jaws]. Gertrude may be hysterically screaming for what she has witnessed, and horror that Hamlet would turn on her next. 

Words spoken to Claudius by Hamlet could be ones of complete verbal abuse - swearing, intimidation and veins popping in the neck. Hamlet could be a chain smoker displaying the stereotypical belief that people smoke in order to calm their nerves. 

When Ophelia drowns it may be a struggle to survive with ranting and raving. 

The final scene in which people are poisoned could induce projectile vomiting and blood spurting out of the mouth and ears. Violent palpitations could follow death. The room in which Gertrude, Laertes, Claudius and Hamlet are poisoned would be covered in vomit and blood.

The cast of my film version of Hamlet, if I had a choice and availability of any actor/actress I wish, would be the following: Hamlet - Gary Oldman; Ophelia - Jennifer Ehle; Claudius - Warren Clarke; Gertrude - Emma Thompson; Polonius - John Malkovich; Laertes - Rowan Atkinson (snobbish); Fortinbras - Robert Carlyle; Horatio - John Hannah, Rosencrantz - Rik Mayall; Guildenstern - Adrian Edmondson; and Ghost - Alan Rickman (evil voice).

My interpretation of the play Hamlet is that is is a play of death, the pursuit of death and violence which accompanies death. That is why I have chosen, as director, to make a horror film out of the play. I will be exaggerating the violence which exists so that a horror film will be developed.

My interpretation of the motivations of the characters is as follows: Hamlet is motivated by the thought of murdering his uncle; Ophelia is motivated by the love she feels for her family and Hamlet; Claudius is motivated by money, power and Gertrude; Gertrude is motivated by her duty as mother to Hamlet and Queen of Denmark; Polonius is motivated by gaining power and trust in the royal family of Denmark; Laertes is motivated firstly, by returning to France and secondly, by avenging his father’s murder; Fortinbras is motivated by gaining the territory his father lost and by physical violence (pursues war); Horatio is motivated by protecting his best friend Hamlet; R & G are motivated by sucking up to the royal family possibly in hope for gaining an important position; and the Ghost is motivated by ensuring that Hamlet kills Claudius.

My vision for the production of Hamlet in terms of costumes and set is that the costumes be for Hamlet dark and flamboyant. I think I desire something similar to that of Dracula in Bram Stoker’s Dracula (directed by Francis Ford Coppola), of that period.

Dracula was published in 1897, so I imagine the period which will inspire the costumes for my production of Hamlet will be 19th century.

I thought Winona Ryder was beautiful in Bram Stoker’s Dracula, however I wish to cast Jennifer Ehle starring alongside Gary Oldman as Ophelia. The costumes of Mina in Dracula will be idea for Ophelia with Ehle’s face.

Ehle recently acted in Wilde - Bram Stoker and Oscar Wilde were friends!

The castle at Elsinore shall me Gothic in architecture, dark and overwhelming. The rest of the characters will be dressed in 19th century costumes with red as the underlying colour. The Gothic castle I have in mind is of the 12th - 13th century in stone.

To make Hamlet a horror film, certain areas in the plot must be emphasised. The appearance of the Ghost in the opening scene must be absolutely terrifying. Bernardo, Francisco, Marcellus and Horatio must behave as though they truly believe that the Ghost is going to kill them in the most gruesome manner. To make this possible, Alan Rickman’s voice must be at its deadliest and face at his scariest. The special effects must create a feeling of hell fire when the audience views the Ghost for the first time. Devil creatures and demons will surround the Ghost as he has just come from hell itself. A transparent image of Hamlet’s fathers head with dry blood at the ears (where the poison was poured) would be rather shocking. The Ghost must be forceful and threatening on the point that his murder must be avenged.

This is the image of hell I portrayed in my journal, with a rubbing of Alan Rickman’s face at the centre and Norman Lindsay’s hellish creatures and Norman Lindsay’s self portrait at the top left

In Act II Scene IV when Hamlet meets the Ghost of his father he must be amazed at the transformation of a person he once knew into some kind of monster [I too was surprised when Metallica released their song of the same name in 2003]. This idea and the entrance of the evil spirit into Hamlet’s soul encourages him to do all that he can to rid the world of his uncle. However, struggle ensues within Hamlet as to how far he shall go for his father’s spirit without acting completely immorally which is against his nature. The Ghost consumes him during acts of violence, such as, in Act III Scene IV when Polonius is slain.

In Act IV Scene V when Ophelia goes mad she must behave out-of-control. The nature of her madness turns to extreme violence to anyone who comes close to her. She bangs her head against the floor and walls and she leaves howling in pain. Her death in drowning is one of thrashing and violence. Screams which penetrate the soul and thanks to the grand sound effects make the audience disbelieve that Ophelia is the same person. Blood spurts from her wounds due to the intensity of her screams and thrashing about.

Act V Scene II the last scene of the play is filled with horror to the climax of the play. The poisoning of Gertrude, Laertes, Claudius and Hamlet involves projectile vomiting and blood spurting out of the mouth and ears. Possibly due to the ingredients of the poison. Violent palpitations follow death.

The camera techniques must involve crystal clear images and many close-up shots of Hamlet’s face so that expressions are important. Swift movement in times of murder and violence will build the effect.

The problem in doing this is justifying the amount of violence. For an audience in 1998 to make Hamlet original and intriguing for this audience, to believe a horror film would be an excellent way to do this, and attract a younger audience who may not wish to be bored by lengthy 4 hour versions which have previously been put out! This does not mean that I do not admire and enjoy the Kenneth Branagh version.’

If you’ve read to this point, thank you for going on this journey down memory lane with me. This month I’m thinking about identity for GLAM Blog Club, and looking into my past is part of my efforts to prepare for writing a blog about myself and who I am.

[afiyabennett]

Hello to all my Bennett Babes, I’m back!!! Hope you all enjoyed your Hot Girl Summers, exuding nothing but positive energy and embracing all of the blessings that came your way. There has been so much growth and memories  made on my end, I had to take a minute and get back to sharing my experiences with you all. This past summer has been filled with so much love, new campaigns and so many trips I think that I have become immune to jet lag. With the summer officially over, time to toss those bathing suits aside and make room for food because the fall holidays are here!

  Besides the love for layered looks, tall boots and pumpkin spiced lattes, Halloween has consistently been something to look forward too. Whether you plan to dress up as a Naughty Nurse or a Scary Scientist, your make up MUST always be on point! This year for  Halloween, I traded in my usual soft glam look for a more ghouly appearance! I partnered with BOOTS  and Glamour Magazine to serve you Gothic Vamp Realness! We used Sleek MakeUp products to make this look come to life.

  Sleek stepped onto the scene back in 1995 in the heart of East London. They took their time to create a brand in response to deeper skin tones being under represented in the make up industry. Women of all shades and skin tones, fell in love with quality of pigments, 24 shades of life proof concealer along with versatile lip colors. What’s even better is their price point! What gyal wouldn’t want amazing makeup for a great price, Sleek Makeup has done just that.

    As an advocate of representing women of color in this industry, I thank you Sleek Makeup for taking the leap in creating makeup for women just like me. The simplistic yet bold colors has been showcased world wide and sold globally. Go online and order your Sleek Makeup today to get your ghoul glam on before it strikes midnight. Below are the list of the products that I used to get this Gothic look.

Base 

First, apply Lifeproof Foundation, £8.99 (go a couple of shades lighter than your usual colour) and follow with a matching Lifeproof Concealer, £6.99 under your eyes and centre of your face to create a smooth, even base to work on. Now add glow by dabbing Highlighting Elixir Illuminating Drops in She Got It Glow and Sun.Lit, £6.99 on the high points of your face – cheekbones, centre of the nose, cupid’s bow and under the eyebrows.

Eyes

Start with Loose Pigment in Trippin & Psychedelic, £5.49, applying all over the eyelids and little underneath the eyes. Using��Fierce Felt Liner in Zodiac Black, £5.99, line your top lids, sweeping it out to a dramatic wing. Also, line the inner corners of your eyes, bringing it to a point for a cat-eye shape.

Apply Eylure’s Dramatic Lashes No. 201, £7.75 to the top lashes and Definition Lashes No. 126, £7.25 to the bottom lashes to make your eyes appear larger. To blend in the strip lashes, apply Intense Waterliner in Zodiac Black, £4.99 into the waterline. Now, using the purple shade from i-Divine Eyeshadow Palette in Original, £8.99, trace the outside of the black eyeliner line on your top and bottom lids.

Lips

Line your lips with Locked Up Super Precise Lip Liner in New Rules, £4.99 and fill them in with Say It Loud Satin Lipstick in Bootylicious*. To create an ombre effect, add Lip Dose Soft Matte Lipstick in Wait Your Turn, £5.99 to the outer corners of the lips and blend inwards towards the centre.

Final touches

Apply Mono Highlighter in Sphinx & Lustrous, £6.99 to the highpoints of the face: cheeks, cupid’s bow, under the brows and inner corner of the eyes. Finally, use Cream Contour Kit to contour in the hollows of the cheeks and down the sides of the nose to complete the look.

List created by Rebecca Biao, journalist for Glamour Magazine

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Returning to Donington Park for the 16th year, Download Festival returns bigger and better with headline performances from acclaimed rock stars, Avenged Sevenfold, Guns ‘n’ Roses and Ozzy Osborne.

As campers scatter from venue to venue, it’s clear a certain dress code is only accepted here… black, with a dash of black, and perhaps more black? “This is the first year since 2013 that it hasn’t pissed down with rain.” Says a fan passing by. Held in the South side of Derbyshire, Download Festival is an acclaimed British, rock Festival held for the masses.

Running from Friday 8th and ending on Sunday 11th, the Festival gave a warm welcome to fans as they opened up the campsite Wednesday afternoon, enabling fans to settle in days before the Festival.

Here’s a log of the 15 acts we caught at Download Festival this year.

Jonathan Davis: Often referred to as JD, the American singer-songwriter was the first act we got a glimpse of at Download this year. Playing a hectic show at the Zippo stage, Davis’s audience filled every speck of open space and roared with excitement alongside each of his songs. Throughout his set he merged nonchalant, psychedelic, trance sounds underneath his screamed lyrics. Thrashing out a ton of tricks from under his sleeve, Davis rocked out a grunge-inspired, dark show when playing his 2007 hit, ‘Forsaken.’ Nicely accompanied by thousands of devil horns enthusiastically thrown from the members of his audience. Ending with his Gothic, metal track, ‘What it Is,’ taken from his debut album Black Labyrinth, the audience all sing with great passion and rage alongside him. “Download, it is what is it ya’ll.” Adds Davis.

Bullet for My Valentine: With just five minutes left until Bullet hit main stage for a dominant set, a fan scatters through the audience and asks a stranger, “do you guys know where the mosh area is?” An encore of, “Bullet,” is bellowed from the audience as they all cheer for the band to come on stage. With theatrical music coursing through the background and a beam of daunting lights, Bullet rock on stage, alongside the gusts of fire that shoot out only inches away from their feet. ‘Your Betrayal,’ kicked up a storm as fans threw their arms around with rage and excitement, “Holy fucking shit Download 2018.” Says front man Matt Tuck before bursting into their next hit, ‘4 words.’ Fans crowd surf, cups of beer are being flung around in numerous directions, and a nude flash from a crazed teen appears on the main screen. “It’s been five long years… fists in the air!” Instructs Tuck, before introducing their next track, ‘The Lost Flight.’ Bullet played an intense set, with inflamed guitar riffs, powerful thuds from Michael Thomas on drums. Playing some of their best acclaimed tracks such as, ‘Tears don’t Fall,’ the band also played their newest single, ‘Letting you Go,’ taken from their latest album Gravity.

Hell is for Heroes: We caught a glimpse of Hell is for Heroes playing at Zippo Friday evening. “This one’s called 5 kids,” Justin Schlosberg frontman says as introducing their next track.  Schlosberg brought a great sack of energy to each track, skipping on stage, bouncing with enthusiasm and engaging with his audience. Walking off the stage and into the photography pit, the singer says, “How’s everyone feeling, we alright?” Returning to stage with a wheel of cartwheels, and head bangs, Hell is for Heroes thrash their instruments into their penultimate track, ‘I can Climb Mountains,’ taken from their 2003 album, The Neon Handshake.

You Me @ Six: Playing a disappointing show at the same stage, the praised, alternative rock band set their show off with a river of poorly performed songs. A stream of fans descend from the main stage and head towards Zippo, it’s clear You Me @ Six have a large audience to please.  As the band get on stage they start with a steady, adrenaline-driven introduction, applauding the attention of all fans. With a clear, engaging introduction, the track is shortly ruined by the company of poorly out of tuned lyrics screamed by frontman Josh Franceschi. The band set the  show off with, ‘Room to Breathe,’ followed by, ‘Fresh Start Fever,’ and ‘Lived a Lie,’ all taken from their forth studio album Cavalier Youth. Unable to give their most acclaimed rock tracks any justice, it’s clear their full potential of putting on a good show just wasn’t executed this weekend.

Avenged Sevenfold: Setting a far better influence were headliners Avenged Sevenfold closing off the Friday evening at main stage. Opening with their militant, hard-core track, ‘Hail to the King,’ with a encore of  hails screamed by their audience, the heavy metal band threw some shade the moment they stepped on stage. With a roaring audience packed from the front of stage and almost stopping at the Dog Tooth venue, it’s fair to say Avenged Sevenfold had a meaty crowd amongst them. “How many of ya’ll are seeing Avenged Sevenfold for the first time? Welcome to our fucked up family.” Shouts frontman Matthew Sanders, otherwise referred to as M. Shadows. Playing at neck-break speed with beast-like guitar patterns, memorable lyrics and bursts of flame, the band illuminated the stage with a staggering performance ten minutes short from two hours long. Playing alongside a mix of great stage backdrops, the metal-band threw a militant show from start to finish with reels of energy.

WSTR: The pop-punk quartet kicked up a fuss at Download’s Avalanche venue, hosted by Kerrang! Magazine. Originally formed in Liverpool, the band consists of frontman Sammy Clifford, guitarist Tom Hawkins, bassist Alex Tobijanski and drummer Andy Makin. “Download up,” screams Clifford. The band show great similarities to that of, Sum 41 and Blink 182. Their stage presence is manic, and wildly energetic. With melodic guitar riffs and fun, parody lyrics, they’re great fun to watch live. It’s been a while since a good pop-punk band took a stance in the music industry, but I can assure you, if you haven’t already seen them live before, they’re worth watching. “I wanna see a fucking circle pit, I’ve always wanted to make a circle pit at Download.” Roars Clifford. As demanded, the front of the venue divides from those not willing to partake, and a small mosh pit is formed ladies and gentlemen. Their crowd was wild, bright hair colours bobbed their way through the venue in t-shirts with WSTR written on them. ‘Punchline,’ went down a treat, their was one crowd surfer who was taken down, not once but twice during this number. WSTR, you must be doing something right.

The Struts: Consisting of half a standing and seated crowd, The Struts played an awesome set. Entering In a dazzling gold suit, and black eyeliner smudge across his eyes, frontman Luke Spiller thrusted and skipped himself onto stage, with a wave of frantic hand gestures. I present to you Luke Spiller, the wonderful epitome of 21st century glam rock. Opening with,’ ‘Put your Hands Up,’ the band put on a flamboyant, fun and energetic show. “How you doing Download?” Says Spiller. As the crowd roar a response, the  group move onto introducing their next track. Having mentioned working on a new album, for the third song, the band throw out an unexpected new single, ‘body talks.’ A sizzling, pop-rock track with melodically fetching chord patterns. The crowd took this single well. Ending the show on, ‘Where did She Go,’ it’s fair to say The Struts played a buyout show at Zippo stage that day.

Asking Alexandria: Playing the same stage, and opening with waves of glitchy electronics, are  metal band Asking Alexandria. Walking alongside a burst of flames shooting out from the stage (this happens a lot at Download,) the band make a powerful entrance before bursting into their first track, ‘Into the Fire.’ In the far distance of the audience, a set of banana costumed teens have all set up a small circle and mosh alongside the bands next track, ‘Run Free.’ Drummer James Cassells threw militant thuds, whilst thunderous guitar riffs bellowed. With lyrics roared with rage and passion from frontman Danny Worsnop, the England born group played an epic show.

Parkway Drive: Trailing from down under, the Australian hardcore band walk on stage to a militant, enthusiastic and rage infused set of fans. Setting a long introduction, the audience all head bang with encouragement, as the band open their first track, ’12 Years.’ There’s only three words that can describe a band like Parkway Drive; Boisterous, hardcore and aggressive. The heavy roars of screamed vocals performed by vocalist and frontman Winston McCall were beautifully spoken. It isn’t often you see a hard-core metal band in this day and age who don’t show hints of punk, pop-punk or rock. Parkway Drive have stapled a strong and consistent heavy metal to their sound and they portray it so well. Screaming every inch he can give McCall is bright red with passion, fury and commitment. Playing acclaimed tracks such as,’ Prey,’ ‘Karma,’ and ‘The Void,’ it’s fair to say their set wasn’t short from a riot… A rock riot of course.

Guns ‘N’ Roses: Closing the show with a headlining set of two hours and 50 minutes were acclaimed heavy metal band Guns ‘n’ Roses. Having recently reunited last year for the first time since 1993, Guns ‘n’ Roses returned to Download still fresh as ever. Having played over 100 shows in the past, Saturday nights performance was the reunion a lot of fans had been waiting their entire lives for. Opening with their first ever single,  ‘It’s so Easy,’ taken from their studio album Appetite for Destruction; it’s fair to say their fans had an appetite for a hectic show of classic, Guns ‘n’ Roses anthems. Acclaimed tracks ‘Live and Let Die,’ ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine,’ and ‘Black Hole Sun,’ were also thrown into the mix, accompanied by vibrant, 3D production on stage.

Neck Deep:  With inflatable balls flying around, blistering stage lights beaming across the venue and a tent full of thousands of people- Neck Deep managed to catch themselves a giddish crowd. “Make some noise if you’ve had a really fucking good day,” crowd cheers, “that’s what I like to hear- we’re about to make it a whole lot better.” Says frontman Ben Barlow before thrashing into their next track, ‘Citizens of Earth.’ Throwing a  burst of pop-punk energy onto stage, the bands backdrop graphics are bold, eccentric and fun. With bursts of confetti littering the venue and screams from crazed fans, it’s fair to say the north Wales, quintuple boy-band have a strong support system of fans around them.

Black Veil Brides: Strutting unapologetically onto stage eleven minutes late are Ohioan formed, glam-metal group, Black Veil Brides. “How you fucking doing Download?” Says Andy Biersack after playing their first track, ‘Faithless.’ Skipping up and down main stage as he tries to engage with all corners of his audience, Biersack screams into their next song, ‘Coffin.’ Throwing a 60 minute show of Gothic metal realness, the US band threw in some of their most acclaimed tracks, ‘Fallen Angels,’ and ‘Rebel Love Song.’ In January this year they dropped their latest album Vale, on Sunday night they played us one of their newest singles, ‘Wake Up,’ taken from the album. Ending on, ‘In the End,’ Black Veil Brides successfully tug the hearts of many emo teens.

Shinedown: Shinedown are a pretty mediocre, yet acclaimed rock band, with cheesy punchlines and basic riffs. “England have you brought your singing voices with you today?” Asks frontman Brent Smith, I hadn’t realised I was going to feel like I was at a school assembly at this performance, but perhaps I was wrong? Needless to say, Shinedown still tore up a good show, playing lauded tracks , ‘Killed your Consciousness,’ ‘Enemies,’ and closing the show with, ‘Devil,’ taken from their latest album, Attention Attention.

Marilyn Manson: The king of controversy, Marilyn Manson took on Download Festival main stage Sunday evening. Heaven Upside Down and Remix and Repent were his two album backdrops on stage, until his encore, where the graphics reflected a distorted and delayed live stream of him on stage. Playing a set of his best Manson hits and some from his latest 2018 album, it’s fair to say a lot of us were sad he wasn’t the headlining act of the evening. Opening, ‘Beautiful People,’ by tapping a set of drum sticks amongst the strings of Tyler Bates guitar, the track was unclear for the first few taps, until drummer Gil Sharone stepped in. A roar of cheers and fists pumps- as people threw themselves into the air with excitement. Tracks, ‘BeOBSCENE,’ ‘Kill4Me,’ and ‘This is the New Shit’ kicked up a storm as fans screamed the lyrics back and forth. Setting a far better performance than his 2012 live show at Download Festival, this year Manson took back his crown and took ownership of main-stage.

Ozzy Osborne: This is it, the end of an era… or perhaps just a three day rock Festival that I’m yet to come to terms with is officially over. Concluding a weekend of rock, metal and punk music is heavy metal, Prince of the Darkness, Ozzy Osborne. For many his show was astounding, the perfect end to a perfect weekend, however, for someone who knows hardly any of his music, it was pretty hard to get into the swing of his performance. The trouble with these, ‘rock Gods,’ is that they have a specific audience demographic, hardly any millennial’s were there for his show. Nonetheless, that doesn’t suggest for a bad performance, Osborne still wears his underlying talent on his sleeve. Having previously played Download’s main stage fronting as the lyricist of Black Sabbath, this year Osborne treated us with their 70s hit, ‘War Pigs,’ taken from the bands second studio album, Paranoid.

Here’s to Download Festival 2018, until next time.

All images taken from the official site of Download Festival Instagram account.

15 ACTS WE SAW AT DOWNLOAD FESTIVAL 2018 (LIVE REVIEW) Returning to Donington Park for the 16th year, Download Festival returns bigger and better with headline performances from acclaimed rock stars, Avenged Sevenfold, Guns 'n' Roses and Ozzy Osborne.

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