#palette x due x goth

[flower-virus-utmv]

Final part of refs for now

These people are open for asks now and Refs and designs will be getting reworked over the weekend

Everyone in this post are located in a hideout in Farmtale (which is abandoned, most AUs are cuz a lot of people are in hiding)

"We found Goth! We'll cure your boyfriends Dante!"

"Palette, Due, LEAVE ME ALONE! I'm one of them!"

"Gradi, Cres might be infected..."

"Palette, that is a stupid idea" (that's supposed to say digital art tablet-)

"Well at least your alive..."

(These two have no pictures, Dante was a last minute addition and Crescent didn't come out properly)

~ Crescent ~ (He/She/They)

Status: Healthy? Infected?

Sanity: 30%

Stress: 70%

Health: 40%

Hunger: 30%

Thirst: 30%

Inventory: -A lot of food -Knives

"Doll, I am NOT INFECTED!"

~ Dante ~ (He/They/It)

Status: Healthy, injured

Sanity: 10%

Stress: 90%

Health: 30%

Hunger: 100%

Thirst: 100%

Inventory: -Medkit -Rurik's knives

"I failed to cure Lotus..."

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#ask blog #infection au #utmv #utmv infection au #flower virus #flower virus survivors #palette roller #palette #goth afterdeath #goth #paperjam errink #paperjam #gradient errink #gradient #due moth #due #crescent killermare #crescent #dante moth #dante #palette x due x goth #crescent x gradient #lotus x dante x rurik

[purritogato]

I have so many ship of palette in it, first one is Due x Goth x Palette. Why? It started off as a joke but I dunno kind of liking it now

#palette roller #duemoth #goth sans #undertale #ship art #poly ship #gouettle? #Goth x Due x Palette

[abloomingsunflower]

Unpopular opinions.. :,)

[TW!! Mentions of pedophilia, abuse and rape]

1- Honestly? I absolutely despise Crescent x Palette. This is the one thing I really hate about Crest, him showing romantic love towards a FUCKING MINOR- Otherwise he's a pretty great guy, but did he really have to catch feelings for Palette? He's freaking 25 for fucks sake.

"God did say, love is love.."

"And jail is jail."

I fucking ADORE Lux for saying that! <3 Though she is the villain in this story, she did the right thing for once and stood up against this. What in the world would possibly make pedophilia okay?!

The fact Palette reciprocates though..And even ended up dating him in another timeline.

I'm sorry, it's just- ew.. I'm glad he stops hanging out with Crescent but I hate the fact he still does like the priest. Crescent should honestly put his morals before his desires and get rid of his feelings for Palette.

I know I made this ship happen in the Good Ending of Sunflower AU, but it was only for lore purposes for this ending's future arc. Imagine it like a choice in a videogame, that leads to a certain route: Palette chooses Crescent, thus Arti becomes queen and ends up catching the Hanahaki disease, out of her love for Palette. And now Crescent has left too and she can't handle all the stress of being all by herself. And this is where Neon steps in to save Artemis.

Other than that, I absolutely hate this ship and it makes me super uncomfortable. Also one of the reasons why the Good Ending isn't canon.

I feel terrible for making it canon in the good ending but I need that future arc lore man- Or, yk, might change stuff. That seems like the better option.

2-Believe it or not, I actually started to like Killer.

She's portrayed pretty well, and her reactions to trauma seem very realistic to me.

I would react that way if I was tricked that my son was a monster that killed my other son. I would be in shambles mentally and always on guard if I experienced the same traumas Killer did.

While indeed, I don't find her mean comments pleasant, can I really blame her? She never asked to be put in this situation and she was already mentally unstable before Cor.Nightmare suddenly fell for her and forced his way into her.

She's trying to be a good mother to kids that remind her too much of her abuser. (-Merciless I guess.)

Like..damn. This woman has gone through a lot already, she deserves some peace and hope.

Hehe..get it?

:,)

3-Sometimes I wish Cross and Cor.Nightmare didn't do such huge fuck-ups.

I..honestly don't know what to think of them. I shouldn't like them. They've both done the most unforgiving stuff ever and I fucking hate them for that.

I feel bad for Cor.Nightmare due to what he endured in the past, he reminds me so much of Mateo from that Homesick webtoon. I just- have mixed feelings towards Corrupted. I HATE ITTTT..-

And Cross? If it weren't for the fact that he genuinely seems like that one uncle who's fucked up BADLY and was kicked out of the family but somewhat does regret everything he's done, and that in The Sunflower AU I ship him with Albedo/Wicked, he'd be dead to me-

I feel like a horrible person for SORT OF tolerating these two..UGHHH-

4- This isn't really an opinion, more like a question- I've always wondered, WHY is Lux so mad at Palette that she wants him dead? Like- what is going on, what did he do that did so much damage?

Passive definitely has part in this mess, that's for sure. And I know Palette was a bratty kid at the time who always spouted bad words unknowingly, because that's how small his brain was back then- Was the situation THAT bad..?- Like- Damn-

5-And finally, I want to express my genuine opinion on Drop's crush on Merciless..

WHO IS TEACHING HER THESE STUFF- Istfg if it is Goth encouraging her I won't be surprised- I am sending the nuclear bombs on that white-haired Karen-looking bitch

I am in my silly goofy mood right now and I feel like DESTROYING-

Someone, anyone, for the love of god, please, she's precious, but fucking get these stuff out of the 10 year old's brain-

Merciless, Ink, Dream, Hope, PALETTE, I am looking at you, tell her this is wrong- Don't let her become like her future self in E.L.A's good ending- Please- SOBS-

Anywho, yes I wish Drop didn't like Merciless romantically and try to get his attention like that..- But she's just a kid, maybe she'll learn in the Surprise Ending..-

E.L.A and all it's characters belong to @anotherrosesthatfell

I was in my silly goofy mood, Rose- I don't mean to insult, just pointing out some stuff I don't like in E.L.A. Other than these, I think the AU and characters are pretty well-written.

#a sunflower in full bloom au #evil lux au #too lazy to put other tags. #unpopular opinions?

[blobbyboiblob]

Heya 🥹

I was bored and someone said something and halloween is coming soon sooooooo: Due, Palette and Goth 🥰!

Due and Palette dressin up- Due kinda givin his all. And than Goth decided to go as the Grim Reaper 😃!

Pls laugh I thought it was funny-

This is also like ship art cuz the person who said smth said Due x Palette x Goth which slay 👯‍♀️

#palette roller #goth sans #duelette #poth ship #ship art #fanart #fanon #idk

[tasteofgummies]

hello! could i possibly request a relationship headcanon post with leone abbacchio or risotto nero?

my pronouns are they/it, im bisexual, goth, and spend my free-time gaming or drawing! i love animals, especially rabbits and cats. due to being neurodivergent, i am semi-verbal. i have trouble speaking, so i only talk to certain people. i’m very calm tempered, i dont really talk too often. i would much rather knit at home than go to a party. despite being goth, i do not dress the part most of the time. i prefer to dress up once a week.

thank you so much!

Risotto x you ✨

>Goth partners goals

>Risotto himself is fairly quiet, so he understands you, and would never force you to speak when you don't want you

>You know when your cat doesn't like someone so you don't trust them? He does that with you

>"If it doesn't trust them I don't either, the deal's off"

>When you don't want to interact with anyone to go for groceries/buy anything, he's giving you a black credit card so you can shop online for anything you need and it's being delivered to your doorstep

>He probably jokes (only half joking) that you look very similar to a bunny to him, quiet, sweet and small (everyone's small from Risotto's pov)

>Enjoys getting home from work overwhelmed and being able to stay in silence and take his coffee while he watches you knit

>If you have a cat together, he asks you to make sweaters for the cat

>Risotto likes to help you dress up and buy you new clothes

>He also gifts you really cool looking eyeshadow palettes, think like the Korn palette from hipdot, or the Ozzy Osbourne makeup items

>Does your eyeliner while you're sitting on his lap<3

#risotto x reader #risotto nero x reader #relationship headcanons 🌼 #risotto jojo #jjba headcanons #jojo headcanons #jjba x reader #vento aureo x reader #la squadra x reader

[streetknown]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME a meme for first meetings and  introduction threads, aka a ‘what you will notice about my muse first’  cheat sheet. repost, don’t reblog. bold what applies. fill in details.  (please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Gender: Cisgender female

Race/Ethnicity: White 

Complexion: Very fair skinned-- hasn’t tanned much throughout her life so her skin has stayed pale. When she blushes or gets heated, it’s extremely obvious on her face. She’s got a few scattered freckles over her nose due to the sun exposure she HAS had

Height: 5′1

Body Type: Ectomorph. 

Body Build: Skinny with a good amount of lean muscle in her legs and arms and baby abs. Her breasts are small and so are her hips, but her thighs (and ass lmao) are a good, strong size. Does not look as strong as she really is.

Body Hair: Minimal. Her arm and leg hair is barely visible due to how pale blonde it is, though she doesn’t shave her legs at all. Will keep herself shaved under the belt most of the time, and when she has time, she forms the hair there into a heart or a landing strip.

Head Hair: A good mix between golden and pale blonde. Thin but healthy, since she’s never dyed it at all. Her hair grows pretty fast so she cuts it herself frequently. Has had the side shaved ever since she got out of prison. 

Eye color: Vibrant, strikingly blue. In Cyberpunk verse, her eyes glow bright due to a cosmetic implant. 

Scars: The most visible one is on her face, left by an angry ex boyfriend. She has several more scattered all over her body due to her merc jobs, most being small from bullet shots or pocket knife stabbings. The largest one on her body is on her right thigh from getting stabbed by a butcher knife.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Street punk and traditional goth when she has the time. 

Color Palette: 98% black, 2% purple. 

Typical Clothing:  Black cargo pants with a crop top-- she has a lot of different crop tops she likes to wear, either with long sleeves or cut off sleeves. Combat boots, always. When she has time to mess around, she likes to wear gothic dresses and skirts and high-heeled boots or heels. 

Piercings: Multiple piercings on both ears. Eyebrow is pierced, as well as the bridge of her nose. Under her clothes, her nipples are pierced and so is her clit, because duh, it’s Vera. 

Tattoos: Too many to count. The most in-your-face ones are the knife and centipede on her face, as well as the plant veins on her head, extending all the way down to her arm. 

Other Information: Vera will wear the least amount of clothes as possible when she’s not on a job. She loves showing skin and wears extremely tiny shorts and shirts most of the time. She’s not ashamed about it. 

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Irritated and/or snarky most of the time. She doesn’t have an approachable face and she’s scowling more often than not. With her little crooked mouth, her smiles seem taunting and cocky.

Default Body Language: Rushed and unsociable. She likes to take up as much space as she can and just comes off as extremely rude and like someone who doesn’t have time to bullshit around. It’s mostly true. 

General Movements:  She’s pretty jittery-- you won’t catch her sitting or standing still for long. She likes to move around and do stuff with her hands, so she’ll typically have a cigarette between her fingers or a pocketknife to flip around and mess with. 

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Anxiety inducing. She seems incapable of fully relaxing and mostly always seems on edge and it’s not something she can really hide from others, so that tends to be noticed by whoever she’s around. 

Appearance: Sewer rat vibes most of the time. Her makeup tends to be smudged all the time and unless she’s meeting with a fixer or doing a job or going out with someone important, she does NOT look put together or clean. 

Scent: Cigarettes and/or alcohol. When she showers the smell of her lavender shampoo and body wash stays on her for days due to how concentrated it is. She can smell pretty sweaty when she hasn’t been able to shower in a couple days. 

Voice Description: A bit raspy-- smoother than people assume, can get very high pitched when she’s yelling or worked up. She has no issues with being LOUD and getting her point across. She doesn’t have the voice of a shy girl. 

Accent: No accent for the most part. She did grow up with a lot of Spanish being spoken around her so SOMETIMES some weird influence of that slips out, but that’s it. 

Speech Mannerisms: Very lingo-based and leaves out pronouns in most of her sentences, tends to start with the verb instead of “I” or “he/she/they”. Extremely informal and what the old folks would describe as “punk”, does not show respect with her words and curses excessively. 

Anything else to add? she can’t read or write and she’s just an absolute goddamn menace to night city, thanks. 

#HEADCANONS.

[kokoronbain]

Ooo i got one ship for you!

Licofait(licorice and parfait)!

I really don't know Parfait Cookie so I'm kinda impressed but intrigued it's a big ship between them.

I try to search about why people like it and if there is canon interaction between them but I found nothing... Guess it's due to their opposite color palette designs and give Goth x Sunshine vibes 😆

#A.M.: Cookie Run Ships #Licorice Cookie #Parfait Cookie #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run shipping #anonymous #my comments #thanks for asking me! #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run series

[streetknown-a]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME a meme for first meetings and  introduction threads, aka a ‘what you will notice about my muse first’  cheat sheet. repost, don’t reblog. bold what applies. fill in details.  (please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

tagged by:  no one for vera technically

tagging: just do it and say i tagged you!

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Gender: Cisgender female

Race/Ethnicity: White 

Complexion: Very fair skinned-- hasn’t tanned much throughout her life so her skin has stayed pale. When she blushes or gets heated, it’s extremely obvious on her face. She’s got a few scattered freckles over her nose due to the sun exposure she HAS had

Height: 5′1

Body Type: Ectomorph. 

Body Build: Skinny with a good amount of lean muscle in her legs and arms and baby abs. Her breasts are small and so are her hips, but her thighs (and ass lmao) are a good, strong size. Does not look as strong as she really is.

Body Hair: Minimal. Her arm and leg hair is barely visible due to how pale blonde it is, though she doesn’t shave her legs at all. Will keep herself shaved under the belt most of the time, and when she has time, she forms the hair there into a heart or a landing strip.

Head Hair: A good mix between golden and pale blonde. Thin but healthy, since she’s never dyed it at all. Her hair grows pretty fast so she cuts it herself frequently. Has had the side shaved ever since she got out of prison. 

Eye color: Vibrant, strikingly blue. In Cyberpunk verse, her eyes glow bright due to a cosmetic implant. 

Scars: The most visible one is on her face, left by an angry ex boyfriend. She has several more scattered all over her body due to her merc jobs, most being small from bullet shots or pocket knife stabbings. The largest one on her body is on her right thigh from getting stabbed by a butcher knife. After a gruesome fight with a bastard going by the name of Vaas Mo.ntenegro, she has a scar right over her groin area from falling and being impaled on a sewer pole. 

FASHION

Fashion Style: Street punk and traditional goth when she has the time. 

Color Palette: 98% black, 2% purple. 

Typical Clothing:  Black cargo pants with a crop top-- she has a lot of different crop tops she likes to wear, either with long sleeves or cut off sleeves. Combat boots, always. When she has time to mess around, she likes to wear gothic dresses and skirts and high-heeled boots or heels. 

Piercings: Multiple piercings on both ears. Eyebrow is pierced, as well as the bridge of her nose. Under her clothes, her nipples are pierced and so is her clit, because duh, it’s Vera. 

Tattoos: Too many to count. The most in-your-face ones are the knife and centipede on her face, as well as the plant veins on her head, extending all the way down to her arm. 

Other Information: Vera will wear the least amount of clothes as possible when she’s not on a job. She loves showing skin and wears extremely tiny shorts and shirts most of the time. She’s not ashamed about it. 

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Irritated and/or snarky most of the time. She doesn’t have an approachable face and she’s scowling more often than not. With her little crooked mouth, her smiles seem taunting and cocky.

Default Body Language: Rushed and unsociable. She likes to take up as much space as she can and just comes off as extremely rude and like someone who doesn’t have time to bullshit around. It’s mostly true. 

General Movements:  She’s pretty jittery-- you won’t catch her sitting or standing still for long. She likes to move around and do stuff with her hands, so she’ll typically have a cigarette between her fingers or a pocketknife to flip around and mess with. 

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Anxiety inducing. She seems incapable of fully relaxing and mostly always seems on edge and it’s not something she can really hide from others, so that tends to be noticed by whoever she’s around. 

Appearance: Sewer rat vibes most of the time. Her makeup tends to be smudged all the time and unless she’s meeting with a fixer or doing a job or going out with someone important, she does NOT look put together or clean. 

Scent: Cigarettes and/or alcohol. When she showers the smell of her lavender shampoo and body wash stays on her for days due to how concentrated it is. She can smell pretty sweaty when she hasn’t been able to shower in a couple days. 

Voice Description: A bit raspy-- smoother than people assume, can get very high pitched when she’s yelling or worked up. She has no issues with being LOUD and getting her point across. She doesn’t have the voice of a shy girl. 

Accent: No accent for the most part. She did grow up with a lot of Spanish being spoken around her so SOMETIMES some weird influence of that slips out, but that’s it. 

Speech Mannerisms: Very lingo-based and leaves out pronouns in most of her sentences, tends to start with the verb instead of “I” or “he/she/they”. Extremely informal and what the old folks would describe as “punk”, does not show respect with her words and curses excessively. 

Anything else to add? she can’t read or write and she’s just an absolute goddamn menace to night city, thanks. 

#coded in her wires [ HEADCANONS ].

[dreamys-mess]

✧MASTERPOST✧

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‘Sup! Welcome to my blog!

You can call me Dream/Chris!

16, my birthday is on september 24th, from italy

PLEASE don't be creepy or weird, otherwise you will get blocked

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Requests are open

#my art for my drawings

Carrd

Rebooted NaJ AU

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My Undertale ocs:

Candy(Geno x Reaper child)[canon with Starlight]

Ash(Geno x Reaper child)

Yumarii Violet Eijaz(Fresh x PJ[I do not support the ship])

Graphite(Error x Ink)[canon with Lisa]

Brush Paint(Raven x Blueprint)

Shine-X(Cross x Dream)

Solely(Epic x Velvet)

Delecter(Nightmare x Lust)[canon with Testral]

Slash[ex name: Slayer](Nightmare x Killer)

Code Screen(dead child, they were created by Gradient's code)

Lyra(Nightmare x Ink)

Lilith(Swap x Lust)

Roxy[ex name: BloodStar](Killer x Outer)

Straw "berry"(Horror x Swap)

Sparkle(Fresh x Decans)

Xina(Snazzy x Xahji)

Bliss(Palette x Goth)

Kylie(Color x Killer)

June(Ink x Nightmare)

Alina(Shino x Radier)

Maly[ex name: Turnip](Dream x Ink)

Ray(glitched childo)

Akim(Error x Nightmare)

Seiko(Cross x Shattered Dream)

Daylin and Daelyn(Dream x Swap)

Valentine(Lust x Dance)

Rouge(Error x Reaper)

Nightlight(Pink x Bug)

Mercy(PJ x Økse)

Sûgoku(Sci x Fresh)

Pixes(Kenza x Silver)

Viper(Fell x Killer)

Starbeam(Neón x Cloudberry)

Skylar(Cloud9 x Candy)

Rei, Kel and Lex(Cross x Nightmare) [Rei is canon with Soda]

Voidlight(Pink x Bug)

Skur(Due x Palette)

Hunter(Dust x Swap)

Dash(Fresh x Error)

Cherry(Melon x Marubi)

Ammonia(Geno x Reaper)

Creek(Dream x Fellswap)

Mina(Genò x Reaper)

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Hope you like my blog✨

#masterpost

[anystalker707]

Paintings and cuddles

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader Genre: Fluff/comfort Summary: Gerard and reader barely have time to spend together, but that doesn’t really prevent them from having dates in the middle of the night Word count: 1 876

Difficult. That's how it has been. I mean, not like most of the people expect to have an easy relationship with someone who they're barely able to see. While a great part of my work can be done either from my place or quickly, Gerard is so busy that we're rarely see each other. Of course we're always exchanging messages and occasionally meeting each other, but it's barely nothing considering sending messages are useless when it comes to wanting to kiss the other and when we see each other personally, it's not for long even if the times are relatively many. All of that induces us to being extremely needy when meeting up, not to mention the cheesy texts.

Lately, I'm starting to believe Gerard somehow affects on my creativity. A breathy chuckle leaves my lips as I gaze at the half done sketch over the white sheet; I just can't find how to complete it without making it worse or coming to nothing at all and whenever I try to think about a solution, my need of Gerard is everything ends up filling my mind.

It doesn't take me much to notice I've used all my daily creativity quota by now, so I let go of all my art materials, stretching myself with a groan before standing up. My eyes rest once again over the wide sheet of paper, expecting a random idea to show up in my mind - unfortunately, it never happens and I'm left frustrated as going to bed, rather early than usual. Maybe I'll have some kind of inspirational dream? Sure as hell I hope.

Well, perhaps there would have been any chances of getting an inspo dream if I was able to get some sleep in first place, but all I have been doing on my bed is rolling around for the past hours in long pauses between naps and Gerard thoughts. Immediately recognizing it's my escape from another long hour of staring at the darkness of my room, my hand flies to my phone at the moment it vibrates at the arrival of a new notification. Seeing it's a message from Gerard makes my heart flutter.

Gee❤⛓🌹🖤:  Miss u

Me: Miss u too Can I come over?

Gee❤⛓🌹🖤: I was gonna complain it's almost midnight, but I want you too much

Chuckling to myself, I place the phone aside before getting up to my feet; I just bother changing my clothes - into others that are also comfortable, but don't look like they were incessantly used for a certain period of time five years ago - then grab my things to leave. It's not like his place is too far from mine, so a small jog towards there will do. As soon as I reach his place, the cold night air is pleasantly substituted by Gerard's warmth when he throws his arms around me.

"I'm considering kidnapping you and not letting you go for a whole week." I mutter through a chuckle, tightening my arms around him as much as I can, causing him to do the same.

"Sadly, my job would be compromised and I unfortunately need to work if I want to eat something or maintain everything I need." He replies in the same joking tone, placing kisses on my cheek right after. Finally we pull away, but it's just for time enough for me to lean in and lock our lips in a kiss that mixes neediness and relief. We pull away with a last peck placed over my lips before he looks at me with a bright smile, taking my hand in his. "C'mon, it's kinda cold out here." He mutters as pulling me with him, closing the door once we're inside.

"I'm not bothering you, right?" I ask him with a small smile as letting my shoes by the door. "I know I should've asked before and all-"

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in certain disbelief - I know the exact thought that crosses his mind, don't you know me enough? "I would've let you know." Just one side of his mouth moves when he speaks - the exact way like it does whenever he's being sassy, sarcastic or impatient - while a hand rests over his hip.

"Yeah, but that I want you too much was a reason to get suspicious." Humming, I narrow my eyes at him in a playful manner, watching his defeated face. Muttering for me to come along once more, he takes my hand in his once again and just lets go of it when we're on the couch, so we're able to cuddle. "Being away from you for too long gives me art block." I start, suddenly remembering about today's earlier events while adjusting myself next to him, under the blankets. "I sat for six hours in front of a white sheet and all I could do was nothing."

"I can't say it's easy without you either." Gerard breathes a chuckle mixed with a whine, glancing at me before returning his attention to the TV, setting something for us to watch. "If I didn't see you today, I'd probably go crazy." He furrows his eyebrows while smiling lightly; I slowly shake my head at him, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I'm not joking!" A grin cracks his lips as he turns to look at me, letting the remote control on the other side of the couch. "I wasn't even able to sleep properly!"

"I know you're serious!" I laugh at his reaction. "The same happened to me. Good thing you decided to text me." Because I definitely wouldn't do it, afraid I would disturb him or something.

"Indeed." His sweet tone makes me internally melt, even more when he places his lips over mine once again. Ugh, he better kiss me a lot to make it up for the time he's away. He just pulls away enough to disconnect our lips, still gazing at me with a need that equals itself to mine. "A question." Gerard says rather hesitantly, now with his hazel eyes flickering over my face, hidden twice due to a couple of quick blinks; he continues after I hum questioningly. "Can I... paint you?" A red color makes itself present over his cheeks, intensifying once I smile.

"Can I?" I ask in return, excited about the idea. Honestly, it feels like all the creativity just flows back in my head after his request. In response, I earn from him a shy yes, to what I answer with "Then of course you can."

Seeming happier, Gerard pecks my lips once again before standing up and disappearing in the hall, leaving me watching the TV until he's back with his art supplies - all of them neatly organized inside a paint stained briefcase. He leaves again, to the kitchen this time, but returns quickly with a glass of water. There's a big grin over his face as he sits down next to me with the palette in hands. No words are exchanged to decide where he'll start painting - we simply look at each other and his eyes move briefly to my arm then meet mine with a raise of eyebrows, earning from me a light shrug in response as I move closer, extending my arm towards him.

"So," Gerard starts, dipping the paintbrush in the black paint; it touches my skin and makes me shiver at the cold pleasant sensation. "how was your week?" With the brush gaining a rhythm of taps against my skin, I quickly get used to it.

"Oh," I breathe out, taking a moment to think while half of my attention is still taken by the TV. "it was mostly boring, but had some nice moments." And I start a ramble about how my week was full of suffering for inspiration, boring talks with costumers and a nice art exposition I got the opportunity of  going to, mentioning how he'd love it. He makes some comments now and then and it may sound stupid, but it makes me soft how he cares. By the time I finish talking, his job on my arm is done and dry. "That's beautiful!" I widen my eyes at the roses painted on my forearm, carefully moving my arm so I'm able to take a good look at it.

"I need to do my best, anyways, my canvas is you." His hazel eyes gaze at me from under his eyelashes as he cleans the paintbrush, shyly smiling. I scoff at it, silently asking for the supplies this time. He gives them to me and adjust his position on the couch so his arm can comfortably rest over my lap for me to paint it.

"What about you, hm?" I mix some of the paints on the palette until reaching the tone I've got in mind. "You were over to New York this week, right?" He's midway through his answer when the paintbrush touches his skin, making him flinch lightly and move away. That results in me chuckling while he mutters embarrassed apologies.

His week sounds far more interesting than mine and I don't hesitate in showing that, groaning about how boring my life is when he's done. "Of course not." He answers with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to my lips before finally admiring my work. I tried to do something similar to his drawings, copying all the goth punk style. Gerard playfully pulls on a judging face as scanning my painting, raising and lowering his arm to have different angles of it. "I guess it's good." His dramatic tone makes me roll my eyes, containing a grin that ends up cracking my lips when he admits finding it perfect and places a kiss on my cheek.

While the paint on Gerard's arm dries, we get immersed in another talk and, noticing my sleepy state, Gerard pulls me to lay with my head on his lap. Having him playing with my hair gets me to the edge of sleepiness and I'm able to hear him chuckling softly while caressing my cheek with his thumb. "Hey," He asks quietly, continuing once I hum in response. "can I paint your back?"

"Sounds awesome." I grin, thinking about how wonderful it may feel. As soon as I've got my top bare, I lay over his lap, facing down, with my head over a pillow and in a way my stomach is right over his lap so he can easily reach my whole back and I'm comfortable. Wow, fuck, having my back painted almost feels better than having a massage on it. He chuckles lightly at the pleased hum I release, making me smile.

It's simply amazing how he paints precisely, with a light hand and is extremely careful at what feels like the details. Even if the brush tickles lightly, it just happens when there isn't much paint on it, but feels extremely pleasant when he passes the brush over the skin after dipping it in paint once more. I wouldn't complain about having more nights like this. Soon, the moment's comfort pulls me at once to fall asleep.

#my chemical romance #mcr #mcr imagine #mcr x reader #gerard way #gerard x reader #x reader #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #emo #emocore #oneshot #writer #my post

[artificialqueens]

Open Up When (Shalaska) Chapter 1 - Kayden

an: im back back back again nearly a month later with the first chapter WHOOPS tbh chapter length might drop bc like???? i wanna please the people ANYWAY here yall go

The letter felt heavy between the blonde’s fingers. Even though she had only opened the envelope a few seconds beforehand, it seemed as if she had been curled up in that position for years. Just reading Sharon’s handwriting. By reading Sharon’s handwriting, Alaska meant that she had only read the “Dear Alaska”. Her eyes traced over each stroke of the letters. She could imagine Sharon hunched over a desk, chewing her pen before falling back in her desk chair and groaning loudly. That was what Sharon would do. There she was, scratching her way back into Alaska’s thoughts. The girl let out a sigh. It was too late now to back out. She traced one slim finger down the edge of the paper and began reading.

“Dear Alaska,

You’ve opened this because you’re sad and I’m not there. Obviously.”

“Ah fuck.” She muttered. She’d forgotten what was on the front of the envelope. The part that would reveal what the letter would contain. The most important past of the damn thing. She was so interested in the contents that she immediately turned it over and used one acrylic nail to rip it open. Man, she really was a psycho ex girlfriend. Whatever, it was open now.

“I’m so sorry I can’t be there to comfort you baby. I really am. You know it makes me sad when you’re sad. I hope I can return to you soon with all of your favourite foods and make you feel better again.”

The words felt bitter on the blonde’s tongue. Alaska wanted her favourite foods. She wanted to cuddle up on the couch and watch shitty daytime television. She wanted- No, she needed Sharon to comfort her. She could’ve if she wasn’t the one destroying Alaska’s heart and mind. Alaska shook off the thought and continued reading.

“Since I can’t let you cry into my shoulder and pull my hair into styles I can’t pronounce the names of, I decided to list some of my favourite memories and I’m praying to some non-existent god that they cheer you up. I swear I’ll be there for you soon”

Alaska let out a small chuckle. Well, at least it seemed like one. She enjoyed Sharon’s twisted sense of humour. She missed it.  Her fingers wiped away a tear that was threatening to escape. The blonde was going to try not to cry millions of tears by the end of the letter.

“Firstly, remember the first time I said I loved you back? The time we nearly got kicked out of a department store? I still can’t believe you did it. You broke down my walls.”

Of course Alaska remembered. It was the first time that Sharon actually said those words to her. She leaned back against the end of her bed as she recalled that eventful day.

May 12th, 12.04pm

Alaska pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail as she glanced through what to wear on her date with Sharon. Even though they had been going out for four and a half months already, they hadn’t done two things. One, they hadn’t come out as dating. It was obvious as to why. If Alaska, co-head cheerleader and part of the popular group, came out as gay, she would be horrendously bullied. If she was exposed as being gay AND dating the punk rule breaker Sharon?  Her name would be plastered over every bathroom stall. Sharon was used to it but she couldn’t bear to see Alaska’s reputation destroyed. The other thing was that they both hadn’t said ‘I love you" yet. The blonde had, multiple times. Whether it was a playful side comment while they were laughing over cups of tea or the more serious times, those words always seemed to be uttered by Alaska. Was she slightly disappointed? Yes. However she was fully aware that Sharon wasn’t as trusting in relationships and that it was hard for her to open up.  She needed to respect that.

The blonde pulled out a pleated skirt. It was a pastel pink and came to a little bit above the knee on the cheerleaders long lanky legs. It was perfect for any date. That reminded her, where was Sharon even taking her? She pulled out her phone and began typing out a quick message.

To: Noodles❤️:

can i at least have a hint as to where you’re taking me ??? >:(

From: Noodles❤️:

No, you may not.

A frown crossed the girl’s face. She had never liked surprises. Her mother had thrown her a surprise party for her 12th birthday and she had a horrible panic attack. The girl let out a small prayer that history wouldn’t repeat itself. She couldn’t let Sharon know about her anxiety. Sharon already opened up to Alaska about her past and how it fucked her up. Alaska needed to be the strong one in the relationship.

She slid her skirt up her thighs and adjusted it, turning to look in the mirror. The skirt was cute, but not with her oversized top that she wore to sleep. She took another look in her closet. After a few seconds of searching, She found a basic black singlet top that she could wear her favourite sweater on top of. She changed her clothing, tossing her pyjama shirt in the laundry basket and struck a pose in the mirror. Man, this outfit was adorable. She blew herself a kiss and pulled her hair out of the ponytail it was in. Light blonde locks fell over her back. Using her slim fingers, she shook it a little to let the hair fall more naturally before moving over to her drawers to find a hair brush. Something was off however. She was scrambling to find the brush in silence. After putting on some love song playlist, she continued to look.

When her quest for the hairbrush was over, she let the bristle slip through her sun kissed locks, letting it untangle every knot. After allowing her brush to do its main purpose, she began to use it as a microphone, badly screaming the lyrics to some bad quality 90’s ballad. She twirled around her room, the edges of her skirt lifting upwards to expose more of her lightly tanned thighs. Her lips parted to reveal a toothy smile as she sat down in front of her vanity, still singing the song, this time quieter and with more of a melody than her earlier screaming. She pulled open a drawer to reveal palettes upon palettes of makeup. After going through all her drawers and picking out the makeup she would wear, she decided to send Sharon another text.

To: Noodles❤️:

just starting my makeup now xx how are you going ??

No response just yet. She expected that from Sharon. With her it was respond anywhere from three seconds to three weeks later. She placed her phone down and began to apply her foundation. It was a small while later that her phone vibrated, when she had just begun to apply eyeshadow. The blonde jumped, nearly ruining the entire look.

From: Noodles❤️:

Haven’t left bed yet. x

The blonde let out an eye roll and a small chuckle. She was still so confused as to how her girlfriend always looked stunning whenever she saw her even when she was wearing the same clothes that she had for the past week and her hair was a complete mess. Alaska finished up her eyeliner, the small flicks at the end not being completely straight, but then again, neither was she. After finishing up her full look with a touch of mascara, she headed downstairs to put on some sneakers and to deal with her mother.

As she tied her laces, her mother came into the room. Alaska’s mom wasn’t much shorter than her, and had aged well. Her hair was dry from re-bleaching it all these years. She wore clothing that was vaguely bohemian but still had a very strong ‘mom’ feel to it. She took a step closer to her daughter and began to speak.

“When am I going to meet this boyfriend of yours? He seems like such a sweetheart, taking you on all these dates and things. Much more romantic than your father. Will I be meeting him soon? How about I walk you out and come meet him?” She smiled. The younger blonde put her hands up.

“That won’t be necessary, okay? You’ll meet them eventually.” She put her bag over one shoulder and headed out, giving a small wave to her mother before slamming the door.

To: Noodles❤️:

hey im at the end of the drive waiting

To: Noodles❤️:

just had more questions from my mother

To: Noodles❤️:

she wants to meet u badly yikes

Alaska sighed into the cool air, letting the wind realign where her hair sat on her shoulders. She lightly rubbed one arm and leaned out in time to see Sharon’s car turn the corner. The entire car looked like it was going to fall apart any minute. The pain was chipping and dents decorated every side. On the contrary, Sharon was looking like a million dollars. Perhaps it was the bias that Alaska had due to her being absolutely head over heels in love with the goth. She grinned and waved as the girl pulled up on the curb and rolled down her window.

“Babe, if I knew you were going to dress up this well, I would’ve planned something fancier.” Sharon chuckled.

Alaska rolled her eyes and got into the car, closing the door behind her. “This is really nothing, I swear. Where are you taking me anyways?” The blonde fastened her seatbelt and leaned over to plant a quick kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. Sharon awkwardly smiled. “C'mon, it won’t be that bad, will it?” Alaska pouted slightly and placed one hand onto the shorter girl’s thigh. “Will it?”

Sharon nervously laughed. She had been shocked by how gorgeous Alaska had looked and suddenly felt guilty about not taking her girlfriend on the trip she deserved. Her eyes became fixated on Alaska’s facial features. She became so focused on all the tiny details that made the blonde look like a goddess that she didn’t realise that she had been asked a question.

“Hm? I’m sorry I just-” Sharon shook her head and rubbed her eyes slightly, “got a little distracted. What was it you were saying?”  She attempted to laugh and shrug it off that she just got lost in Alaska’s beauty but she could tell by the blonde’s sudden outburst of giggling that it hadn’t worked.

tags- open up when, kayden, shalaska, sharon needles, alaska,

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll find out the answers soon” She managed to get out through laughter.

The first half of the car ride was smooth, filled with small talk and large periods where Alaska would just admire her girlfriend. Around the middle of the car ride is when the anxiety started. What if the reason Sharon hadn’t said she loved Alaska yet was because she didn’t? What if she was going to leave Alaska in the middle of the woods? What if Sharon was only dating her to get rid of her? The blonde could feel her breathing get quicker and she fiddled with the folds in her skirt. What was it that her councillor told her to do? Alaska racked her mind for the answer.

It came to her after about a minute of quietly panicking. Best scenario, Worst scenario, Most likely scenario. Best scenario? Sharon took her down to the dock and married her right then and there. They’d both escape to New York and raise two cats. Alaska grinned at the idea of it. Worst? Sharon ditched her in a forest and tied her up to a tree and let her be eaten by woodland creatures. Why wouldn’t have Sharon done it earlier in the relationship though? Realising that it was unrealistic, Alaska could feel her heartbeat settle as well as her breathing. What would most likely happen? They’d go on a date like they had done for the past couple months. Now calmer, Alaska began to drift off in her car seat.

May 12th, 1:47pm

As they pulled into the parking lot, Alaska woke up, batting her eyelashes and stretching as much as possible given the confined space she was in. Her eyes still plagued with sleep, she looked out the window to see where her date would take place. The image that laid in front of her was… Kmart. She turned quickly around and gave Sharon a questioning look, not sure if this was the final destination or not.

“Sorry it’s not quite what you expected” Sharon rubbed the back of her neck and averted eye contact, assuming she had let down her date.

Alaska ran a hand over Sharon’s thigh, her fingers meeting skin where the rips in her jeans were. “It’s absolutely perfect”

They walked across the parking lot, fingers interlocked. As they reached the door, Sharon pulled her hand away. Alaska frowned slightly but knew it was for protection. If someone they knew was there, it would be easier for Sharon to duck away if Alaska wasn’t touching her. Or  if homophobes approached they could claim to be just friends. Overall, safety was more important right now.

They made their way into the store. It was much smaller than Alaska remembered but the last time she had gone she was much younger. She wanted to see how it had changed so she grasped onto Sharon’s hand (after checking for any people who would possibly see) and began searching.

Alaska ran down through the aisles, dragging her girlfriend behind her. Even though Sharon was about to completely fall over onto her face, she was happy. Alaska turned slightly to check on her girlfriend every now and then to make sure she was keeping up. They had made it to around halfway when Alaska came to a quick halt, causing the slightly shorter girl to completely fall over due to not gaining balance back quickly enough. Sharon laughed whilst the cheerleader desperately tried to check if she was injured.

“Angel, I’m fine” she reassured the vaguely panicked girl.

“Are you sure? I’m used to falls like that because of cheerleading but you won’t be so you might be really badly injured and I know first aid!” She rambled before realising that people were looking over very concerned. “She’s fine! She’s ok! I’m just overreacting!” She nervously giggled and tried to use her hair to hide her now blushing face. Sharon chuckled as she looked at the woman who had come over, worried about them. She looked to be in her 50’s and wore clothing that made her seem like she was much older. The woman smiled at the blonde and turned her head to look at the girl on the ground. Her brow furrowed and the corners of her lips turned downwards.

“You there, in the black. You look like a faggot dressing like that!” She pointed at Sharon. Alaska balled her fist and prepared for a fight but relaxed when she made eye contact with Sharon and realised she had it under control.

Sharon finally got off the ground after the slur was shouted and stood there calmly, giving a small nod to her girlfriend when she realised that she was about to throw some hands.

“You know what?” She began, taking a small step towards the woman and saw Alaska step behind her out of her peripheral view.

“I dress like this because I am a faggot. I’m a major flaming homosexual. I love holding hands with girls, I love taking girls on dates and I absolutely love eating girls out. Especially good girls. You think they’re all nice and pretty and will never stray away from faith and you’re wrong. They quiver under my fingertips. I pleasure girls way better than your husband has ever pleasured you. You hear that? I’m a goddess in the sheets. A fucking goddess. Don’t try and tell me I’m going to hell. I know I am. However, telling by your age, you’re going to get there before me. So be a darling and save me a seat, won’t you?”

Alaska wanted to go over and kiss her right then and there but didn’t. She didn’t know why she decided against it, but she did. After the woman had stormed off, she ran into Sharon’s arms, draping her own arms around her girlfriend’s neck. “That was… fucking amazing” She leaned closer in, resting her head on Sharon’s collarbone.

“Yeah it was,” Sharon paused “But we should leave before we get thrown out, don’t want to damage my little angels reputation.”

Alaska pulled away from the hug, rolling her eyes.

“You know I’d ruin it for you.”

May 12th, 2:28pm

After purchasing drinks, the girls decided to wander around the parking lot for a little while. The day had quietened slightly and the two girls walked side by side. Alaska appreciated the fact that most of the bustling people had stopped. Now only two noises lingered in Alaska’s mind; Sharon’s footsteps and the breaths that escaped both of them. She turned her head to smile at her girlfriend and discovered that Sharon had been looking at her the whole time they had been walking.

“What’cha thinking about?” Alaska let the words bounce off her tongue and escape through cherry coated lips.

“How much I love yo- Oh fuck.” Sharon began to splutter and panic, “I didn’t mean it, I mean I do but” She was shut up by the feeling of a finger pressing against her lips.

“It’s ok, I understand.” Alaska pulled her slim hand back towards her. The shorter girl shook her head.

“You really don’t understand. You don’t understand at all. Whenever I look at you the entire world and all the stars realign. Whenever you smile all colour comes back to my world. Whenever we kiss I can taste happiness and I haven’t tasted that since… forever ago. Everyday I wake up wondering how you’ve stayed with a freak like me. When you said yes to me asking you out, I went home and woke up the next day wanting to get out of bed. You’ve made me want to live again. So you really don’t understand how much I love you. I really do love you. I used to be so afraid of saying that. I thought you would hate me or that I’d end up being wrong about it. I know now that I’m desperately head over heels for you. You make me so fucking happy. God, if there even is one, I’m so fucking in love with you.”

That’s when Alaska realised. She, head cheerleader and one of the popular girls, had fallen completely for Sharon. The same Sharon who skipped class to smoke and played the bass guitar and flipped off teachers and had absolutely gorgeous hair and eyes and- Oh fuck. She really did love Sharon didn’t she?

The blonde grabbed her girlfriend’s hand and raced back to Sharon’s run down piece of metal she called a car. They both jumped in, this time to the back seat. No longer caring who saw them, the girls both became entangled. If a passerby were to look in, they wouldn’t be able to tell where Alaska stopped and Sharon began. When their lips weren’t touching, they were intensely staring at each other.

That’s when it all faded back to black

Present Day

Alaska moved one her hands from the paper to her face. Hot and wet. She wiped some of her tears away. Reading the entire letter would take forever if she continued to have full blown flashbacks like this. She needed to figure out why Sharon had left her and she needed to know soon. But I mean, it wouldn’t be THAT harmful to finish that letter first before moving onto the letters that she knew would make her upset at everything. Alaska stood up and looked out the window. It was dark. Really dark. She knew she couldn’t continue reading right now, she needed rest.

Alaska changed into a new shirt for the first time in a week, glad that she had finally cleaned up the closet. She lay down and decided to check her phone to see if anyone had messaged her. Turns out there were three messages.

From: Willam the Pig:

cant wait to see ur ass tomorrow u missed so much holy fuck

From: Courtney 🐨:

Looking forward to finally catching up tomorrow!!! I’ve missed you so much!!! : )

From: Russian Doll:

If ur not coming tomorrow im gonna eat ur son and also u

The blonde let out a huge sigh, realising she had to go back tomorrow and see everyone. All the teachers already hated her for talking during class but she’d have to do a whole lot more talking tomorrow to find out everything that happened. Knowing her school, the drama would be intense. Last time she was away for a week she came back to Alyssa starting drama with everyone and she meant everyone.

Most importantly, Sharon would be there. Does she remember the letters? Does she care? Should she get her clothes back tomorrow? Would she show up to cheerleading practice? What about science class?

Alaska would have to think it all over in the morning.

#please remember your tags! #kayden #shalaska #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #rpdr fanfiction #submission #open up when #lesbian au

[purritogato]

Mar��a and Grunge cousin bond!!!

These are little doodles I made a while back. I thought I show more of them and their dynamic!

#undertale #grunge!sans #grunge #grunge shipchild #rurik sans #fell!palette #fell Palette #ruirk #duemoth #due x goth #Dante x rurik #durik #ship child

[cereusblue]

2ND GENERATIONERS EDITION X"DD PJ, Palette, Goth, Lux, blueprint, fatal #IM JOKING FOR THE LAST ONE BUT I THINK IT WOULD BE FUNNY TO PUT HIM ON THE LIST X"DDDDDD

I don't know half these characters to be honest.. xD but I mean, I'd be roommates with Goth. We already got an aesthetic going. XD I would put a blanket around Palette because sometimes boy need to chill. And due to multiple things that @7goodangel and @skoopskoop are aware of, I've already set PJs life on fire on multiple occasions. C:

[noiseartists]

Beauty In Chaos- U.S.A. finding beauty in the storm before the calm

Guitarist Michael Ciravolo has worked with an amazing array of musicians (see some below) over his career. As his project, Beauty in Chaos (BIC) is about to unleash its new album, The Storm before the Calm (love the title), Noise Artists meets with the head honcho.

But first let us thank Michael. Fanboys/girls that we are at Noise Artists, we are awed by the kindness Michael always had for fans like ourselves, and the time spent this article and the previous one. This is an honor.

Also a shout out to Shauna, from the Shameless Promotion PR that introduced us and represent BIC, and many other exceptional artists.

In January 2019, Michael had the gentleness to record his experience in creating and recording the songs of the first album, finding beauty in chaos, with the various featuring artists. A gem. You can find our article, Stories of an all star recording told by Michael Ciravolo , THERE.

The various artists that have been working with Michael on the BIC albums are: Simon Gallup (The Cure), Wayne Hussey (The Mission), Robin Zander (Cheap Trick), Pete Parada (The Offspring), dUg Pinnick (Kings X), ICE-T (Body Count), Michael Aston (Gene Loves Jezebel), Michael Anthony (Van Halen), Dirk Doucette (Gene Loves Jezebel), Ashton Nyte (The Awakening), Pando (A Flock of Seagulls), Evi Vine, Betsy Martin (Caterwaul / Purr Machine), Marc Danzeisen (The Riverdogs), Kevin Kipnis (Purr Machine / Kommunity FK), Rudy Matchinga (Red Scare), Johnny Indovina (Human Drama), Tish Ciravolo (StunGun/ Daisy Rock Guitars), Steven Seibold (Hate Dept.) Rafe Pearlman, Curse Mackey (My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult, Pigface EVIL MOTHERS), Kat Leon (Holy wars) and Adrienne LaVey

Needless to say that you should rush to buy not only the new album, but also the previous one. Some gems from great artists in a generous range of genres. You can find the music on the band’s website.

Now discover the project and the music with this interview given by Michael.

INTERVIEW

Who are the group members?

The consistent members in Beauty In Chaos is our producer Michael Rozon and myself. The ‘BIC Family’ as we like to refer to the amazing artists that have lent their talents is constantly revolving and evolving. The Mission’s Wayne Hussey and The Awakening’s Ashton Nyte amazing voices have each been featured on four songs to date. Other rock ‘luminaries’ include Simon Gallup (The Cure), Al Jourgensen (Ministry), and Robin Zander (Cheap Trick). Former Gene Love Jezebel’s drum Dirk Doucette has played on many of the tracks, and along with bassist Tish Ciravolo, have appeared in many of our videos.

In addition to Hussey and Nyte, our new album, ‘The Storm Before The Calm’ features new BIC Family members Curse Mackey, Steven Seibold, Rafe Pearlman and Holy Wars’ Kat Leon.

How did you come up with your name?

The name Beauty In Chaos was inspired by a photo I saw that some friends took of an abandoned building. While the structure was dilapidated and falling down, trees and vines had begun to almost reclaim it. Something about it struck me as ‘beauty’ in the middle of the destruction. I think each of us have both beauty and chaos in our lives … what those are my vary.

What is your music about?

I think we set the mood for light and dark, beauty and chaos. I always feel the best lyrics are the ones that are open to interpretation by not being so literal. I think all of the BIC singers do that extremely well.

What are your goals as an artist artistically/commercially?

Artistically I want to make a record that I am proud of. I feel that if I please myself, at least a few others will enjoy it. As far as commercially, that’s sort of a hot button with me. I think today there is a totally lack of ‘value’ placed on the art of making music. Maybe there is too much music out there. Maybe with some technology it seems too easy to make music. I hate the idea of streaming. To me, and I’m probably dating myself - music should be heard on vinyl. The entire experience of it. It is truly something special that many never experienced and sadly don’t care to experience. For BIC, I would just like to sell enough physical product for our label, 33.3 Music Collective to want to continue to release physical albums and CDs. I honestly don’t know if I would still do this if our only avenue was strictly digital.

What are you trying to avoid as a band?

While not being a typical ‘band’, I still try to make everything BIC does unique and different. This includes individual songs, albums and our videos … all while keeping a common thread throughout. I never want our albums, which feature different singers to sound like a ‘compilation’. It is a tall order but I think we have navigated this challenge remarkably well.

Why do you make the music you make? Is it in you? Is it your environment?

Beauty In Chaos started out for a fleeting moment as my ‘solo’ record. I wanted to prove to myself (and probably a few others) that I could do it. It quickly turned into something more … a lot more.

What inspire you for the music or for the Lyrics?

I’m inspired to create soundscapes to move our various singers to create something special. The simple phrase ‘beauty AND chaos’ is really all the input I give them. The music, which certainly contains both elements seems to set each on a path. It is almost like Christmas morning when I get their vocal parts back … which is always been a pleasant surprise!

Tell us what you are looking when trying to achieve your sounds. Do you experiment a lot or have a clear idea of what you want?

It varies. Some songs had a very clear path and some others twisted and eventually evolved. On our debut album ‘finding beauty in chaos’ I set some self-boundaries or limitations. I would play all of the guitars and there would be no synths. I wanted to create a heavily orchestrated sounding album, with lots of textures and all created with the electric guitars. Even though I think those ‘limitations’ were missed by many, I do feel we did just that. We employed so many different devices to manipulate the guitar on ‘FBIC’. 100+ guitar pedals, E-Bows, real violin bows, a crazy device call the ‘Gizmotron’ and more.

Describe your palette of sound.

Anything and everything! We certainly ‘play’ the studio, if that makes sense? I love guitar effect pedals, and in many instances the sound that happens when I step on a combination of pedals is the genius of a song.

Who would you want as a dream producer, and why?

I have my dream producer! BIC would not be possible without Michael Rozon. He pushes me, sometimes to the point of insanity … but this always leads me into doing something better than I thought possible. Besides being a world-class producer, he’s a great musician and as much as I hate ‘music theory’, his knowledge has proven invaluable. Number #2 on my ‘dream list’ is Tim Palmer (The Mission, Tears For Fears, Tin Machine, Robert Plant, HIM), and we have been blessed to have him do several remixes on our ‘beauty re-envisioned’ release. Tim is also onboard for the next ‘remix’ record (currently dubbed ‘Out Of Chaos Comes …’ which we hope for a Halloween release). Not often do you get to work with the top-2 on your list!!!

If you could guest on someone else’s album, who would it be and why? What would you play?

I’d love to play guitar on the new Cure album.

What musical skills would you like to acquire or get better at?

I think my lack of being a guitar virtuoso has led me to creating my own specific style. Not sure if that is good or bad, but it is a fact. I have started to attempt to broaden my ‘guitar chord’ repertoire. I did use some different chord voicings on some of the songs on our new album.

Which other musician/artist would you date?

Ha! I married her! My wife Tish Ciravolo, who has played bass on several tracks on our debut album and co-wrote and sung the amazing ‘Look Up’. But if you are looking for dirt I’ve always had a slight crush on Shirley Manson 

Is there a band that if they didn’t exist you wouldn’t be making the music you make?

Wow, that’s hard to say. I guess I have to look at the bands that made me want to be in a band from my teen years. T. Rex, Slade, David Bowie and The New York Dolls. These artists changed my path from wanting to play football to wanting to play guitar. I quickly learned girls liked guys in bands more than jocks!

You are from the USA, what are the advantages and inconvenient?

I was born in a very musical town, New Orleans, but have lived in Los Angeles since the mid-80s. I think everything you could want is here … and that is a blessing and a curse. There is a lot of ‘phoniness’ in Los Angeles. You do need to weed through the fake people. I think technology has leveled the playing field quite a bit. Everyone now has a chance to be heard.

What are some places around the world that you hope to play with your band?

In the beginning, I never looked at BIC as a ‘live entity’, but I have begun to wonder both ‘how’ and ‘what if’. I think BIC has a lot of fans in Europe … so I would say London, Rome, Paris and Berlin would be a great way to start. Time will tell.

When is the next album/EP due?

Our new full length ‘The Storm Before The Calm’ will be released on May 22nd, which coincidentally is World Goth Day. It is available on 180g vinyl (including a LTD Edition Black and Blue vinyl), CD and Digital. You can order any and all from our BIC STORE (www.beautyinchaosmusic.com)

Some artists you recommend.

I think any one artist that is part of our family is very worthy of delving into their individual catalogs. Ashton Nyte has made some glorious records, as has Evi Vine. We have some great singers on our new album that might not be as much of household names as some on our debut… but they sure as fuck should be! I really implore everyone to check out what they have done, as it is stunning.

Anything else you want your fans to know?

As I got on my soapbox about the lack of ‘value’ placed on music. I ask that everyone realize that Spotify and the likes do NOT allow artists to continue to make music. It is their touring, merchandise and physical product sales that support them. If you like a band or artist and you would like to hear another album from them … go see them live. Buy their T-shirt but above all . BUY their music. This is really not just in reference to BIC, I sincerely mean it for all Indie Bands.

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