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How does Vampire Facelift Help Get Rid of Fine Lines and Wrinkles?

The journey to youthful, radiant skin has taken a fascinating turn with the rise of the Vampire Facelift, a non-surgical, natural-looking cosmetic treatment that’s gaining popularity for its ability to reduce fine lines and wrinkles. But how exactly does it work, and why is it so effective? In this blog, we will break down the science behind the Vampire Facelift in Noida, how it helps get rid of fine lines and wrinkles, and why it could be the rejuvenating solution your skin has been waiting for.

How does Vampire facelift Help Reduce Fine Lines and Wrinkles

here how vampire facelift helps fight fine lines and wrinkles: 

Stimulates Collagen Production: It works by:

Stimulate fibroblast activity

Promote collagen and elastin synthesis

Enhance skin elasticity and thickness

Enhances Skin Hydration and Texture: PRP also improves microcirculation in the skin, increasing oxygen and nutrient delivery. This results in:

Improved hydration levels

Smoother skin texture

Healthier, more radiant appearance

Triggers Skin Regeneration: The platelets in PRP promote cellular turnover, encouraging the skin to:

Shed dead and damaged cells

Regenerate new, healthier ones

Heal from environmental damage (like sun exposure)

Boosts Natural Volume in the Skin

While dermal fillers give instant volume and lift sagging skin, PRP enhances natural tissue regeneration. This combination:

Supports longer-lasting rejuvenation

Helps restore youthful contours

Reduces the “hollow” look that often accompanies aging

Why Choose Vampire Facelift for Wrinkle Reduction?

Here are some of the reasons more people are turning to this cutting-edge treatment:

Natural-Looking Results: The use of your own blood means no risk of allergy or unnatural results.

Minimally Invasive: No surgery, no stitches, and minimal downtime make it ideal for busy individuals.

Safe and Low-Risk: Since PRP is derived from your own body, it’s biocompatible and safe for most people.

Customizable: Your provider can tailor the treatment to address your specific wrinkle concerns and facial anatomy.

Gradual, Lasting Improvements: Unlike treatments that only mask wrinkles, the Vampire Facelift works from the inside out, leading to long-term skin health.

Who Is an Ideal Candidate?

The Vampire Facelift is ideal for:

Adults with early to moderate signs of aging

People noticing fine lines, volume loss, or dullness

Individuals seeking natural and non-surgical options

Those without bleeding disorders or serious skin conditions

Visit Skinlogics for the best natural anti-ageing treatments

Fine lines and wrinkles are a natural part of aging, but they don’t have to define your appearance. With the Vampire Facelift, you can reduce these signs safely, effectively, and naturally, using the regenerative power of your own body. For more information, book an appointment at the Best Skin Clinic in Noida, Skinlogics. Visit today!

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Vampire Facial Treatment at Lifestyle's MedSpa in Budget Friendly

Experience the transformative power of a vampire facial in Warrenton at Lifestyle's MedSpa. Our expert team uses cutting-edge technology to rejuvenate your skin, reducing fine lines and wrinkles while improving overall texture. 

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Vampire Facelift: Procedure, Cost, Aftercare, Results Picture, and More

 Are you thinking about getting a vampire facelift in Virginia? Wondering if it's worth the investment or if there’s a way to save without sacrificing quality? You’re in the right place! In this article, we’ll break down everything you need to know about the procedure and what to expect — all so you can make an informed decision and avoid overpaying.

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Providing aesthetic PRP treatments in Jacksonville FL such as Vampire Facial, Vampire Facelift, Vampire Breast Lift, and Vampire Hair Restoration.

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A vampire facelift, sometimes called a platelet-rich plasma facelift, is a cosmetic procedure that uses the patient’s blood to potentially fight the signs of aging. This non-invasive cosmetic procedure involves injecting the patient's own blood back into her face. For more information about Vampire Face lift, or to schedule a consultation, please call Dr. Ajaya Kashyap Clinic (KAS Medical Center) today at +91-9958221983 or use our online appointment request form.

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Want youthful skin? Option for Vampire facelift in Panjabi Bagh, West Delhi at Skin Cure. A best skin clinic in Panjabi Bagh.

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Vampire Facial and Facelift for Optimal Results In NOVA, Virginia

Many patients choose to combine the Vampire Facial and Facelift for a more comprehensive approach to skin rejuvenation. This combination can address both fine lines and wrinkles, as well as sagging skin, resulting in a more youthful and refreshed appearance. Schedule your consultation today!

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Choosing a Reputable Provider in Culpeper, VA: - LSA

✤ Board-Certified: Opt for treatment from a board-certified dermatologist, plastic surgeon, or licensed nurse injector with experience in lip fillers.

✤ Consultation: Schedule a consultation to discuss your goals and expectations and ensure you feel comfortable with the practitioner.

✤ Facility: Choose a facility that adheres to strict hygiene and safety protocols.

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K-505 LIFE & DEATH - WELCOME TO RAVENWOOD

So, you made your k-505 basegame update ? ( see previous post ) Excellent ! And you already downloaded k-303 and k-606 updated just for you ? ( see previous post ) Great ! Now, let's talk about the new expansion terrains and urban k-505 mod for Life & Death :)

Welcome to Ravenwood, where life and the afterlife hang out together. This little town might look all quaint and charming. Now, whether you’re living with ghosts, working under the Grim Reaper itself, or just hanging around for the vibes, Ravenwood is ready to accommodate. We’re really hoping you’re here for more than just those haunted trees, though—because frankly, they’re as weird as they are creepy …

Ramparts and flower bushes, trees and paved streets. As usual, we did our best to make this little place better. With or without the Grim Reaper's approval. Hell, we just revamped the place and left as soon as we could :D

Even we know there will be tiny updates to do in the coming weeks, we tried to bring a bit of depth. This place is now beautiful and no Lord Vampire ( hello Vlad ! ) no Death and no ghost ( tree or cowplant ) can argue against it and claim a refund ( ha! talk about a loophole ) because once you see Ravenwood with this k-505 overhaul, there's no going back ... :D You are warned !

We brought ramparts that look like they’ve survived a thousand hauntings, lush flower bushes that’d make any ghost jealous, and revamped the streets with cobblestones just begging to be strolled by mysterious figures at midnight ;)

With the Grim Reaper’s silent nod ( or maybe just his lack of objection ), we’ve given the place a full facelift—adding textures and details that even Vlad might have to admit are an improvement.

Now, between haunted trees, ghostly cowplants, and whatever else wanders these streets at night, Ravenwood has the polished but spooky glow it deserves. And hey, if any ghouls want a refund, they’ll have to take it up with Grim itself ( because yes : we have some agreement indeed ) :D

Are you ready to get a deeper and immersive gameplay ?

PLEASE, do not forget : delete the existing K-505 BASEGAME files and replace them with the ones ( dated as 11112024 ) provided in the previous post. Do not panic, the grassy and groundy parts are still dated 08082024 because untouched since this date :)

As usually, have fun ! xoxo everyone :)

download Ravenwood k-505 mod

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Unlock the full potential of your Beauty with Vampire Facelift 

When it comes to achieving youthful radiance all naturally, the vampire facelift holds all the cards. This game-changing and transformative aesthetic approach offers you a non-surgical way of harnessing the power of the body’s natural healing mechanism to make you youthful and unapologetically you! In this blog we will discuss the full potential of the vampire facelift in Noida to rejuvenate your skin naturally from the inside out. Continue reading for further information. 

Benefits of a Vampire Facelift for your skin

The benefits of a Vampire Facelift for your skin include: 

Non-Surgical Skin Rejuvenation

One of the most significant aspects of a vampire facelift is that it is a non-surgical procedure. The treatment involves no incisions, stitches or general anaesthesia, making it a less invasive option as compared to a traditional facelift. This treatment involves fewer risks, less discomfort, and a quicker recovery time. 

Natural Results

Since the vampire facelift uses your own blood, the results are completely natural.  The concentrate injected into the skin stimulates the skin’s regenerative properties. The treatment encourages new cell growth, producing collagen and elastin to promote firmness. This ultimately results in a youthful, plump and glowing complexion. 

Boosts Collagen Production

Collagen is the protein responsible for the skin's structure, firmness, and elasticity. As we age, collagen production slows down, leading to wrinkles, fine lines, and sagging skin. By stimulating collagen production, the vampire facelift helps to restore the skin's firmness, smooth out wrinkles, and reduce the signs of aging.

Improves Skin Tone and Texture

The PRP used in the vampire facelift not only helps with collagen production but also promotes overall skin health. This treatment can help improve skin tone, texture, and elasticity, leaving you with smoother, more even skin. It’s particularly effective for reducing the appearance of fine lines, uneven pigmentation, and sun damage.

Reduces Dark Circles and Puffiness

The vampire facelift is also a great option for those struggling with dark circles or under-eye bags. The PRP injections can rejuvenate the delicate skin around the eyes, reducing puffiness and making the area appear brighter and more refreshed.

Natural Skin Tightening

In addition to plumping and smoothing the skin, the vampire facelift helps tighten and lift the skin, making it an excellent option for those who want to address mild to moderate sagging. The increased collagen production tightens the skin, helping to restore a more youthful contour to the face.

Achieve radiant and naturally glowing skin at Skinlogics!

If you’re looking for a natural, non-surgical way to rejuvenate your skin and address signs of aging, the vampire facelift could be the perfect solution for you. This innovative treatment harnesses the power of your own blood to stimulate collagen production, improve skin texture, reduce fine lines, and restore a youthful glow. If you are considering this treatment, get it done at the Best Skin Clinic In Noida, SkinLogics, today! 

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Best Vampire Facelift Treatment in Culpeper - Revitalize Your Skin 

Discover the transformative power of a vampire facelift in Culpeper at Lifestyle's MedSpa. Our unique procedure uses your own platelet-rich plasma (PRP) to rejuvenate your skin, reducing fine lines and wrinkles while improving overall texture. Enjoy a natural, long-term solution for a more youthful appearance. Schedule your consultation now!

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Maid Discreetly - Chapter Three

Tommy Miller x Female OC (18+ only)

Story Summary: After what he did to your best friend, fuck Joel Miller and the horse he rode in on! But a twist of fate has you falling for his brother, who is also your dad’s friend. Oh, and did you mention that you hate him? Can love really conquer all, or should you just settle for kinky hot sex with an older man? Chapter Summary: After a truly horrible day you come face to face with the last man you want to, but the same man you can't stop thinking about. AN: Trigger warnings are underneath the cut in small red letters to avoid spoilers. Please remember to follow @mountainsandmayhem-updates for all future chapters. Divders by @saradika-graphics. As always thank you to @lotusbxtch and @for-a-longlongtime for helping me expand on my ideas and add all my punctuation xo. WC: 3.9k

Story Masterlist || My Masterlist || Joel and Kim

cw: dad's being dads, men being men, talks of sex toys, reader drinks wine and the men drink whiskey. Reader has a bad day at work.

Tommy

Joel: Can you stop by the office today? I have a new contract for you. Tommy: Office? So official Tommy: I’ll be at the club tonight, meet there? Joel: I can’t be in that club anymore. Can barely be here. Tommy: Remember those terrible vampire movies Sarah used to like? Joel: Unfortunately Tommy: You’re acting like that girl when the vampire left Joel: I’m here until 5

Tommy sits across the dark wooden desk from Joel, studying his brother while he slides the contract to him. The dark circles below his eyes seem lighter today, which means he probably got some sleep for once. Joel was at JMKink - the exclusive members only kink club they own with their friend Tess - the day after the gala, sitting at the bar and actively ignoring everything and everyone around him. At first, Tommy took it as a good sign. Kim had been gone for about eight months at that point and it looked like Joel was ready to move on. Unfortunately, Joel hasn’t been back since. Between losing Tiffany and now Kim, Tommy has seen Joel go through heartbreak more times than someone like him deserves. Maybe he should take this as a warning - nothing good can come from getting involved with younger women. After all, Tommy has always considered himself the younger, hotter brother, and he needs his beauty sleep to keep that up. Not that he really needs a warning, falling in love isn’t for him, not in the way it is for Joel, so no real harm can come from daydreaming about that girl from the gala. 

“Sounds like he wants an office renovated here and possibly one in California, and then also looking to build a home,” Joel says, sliding off his reading glasses and leaning back in his black leather desk chair.

Tommy looks around his newly renovated office. “Speaking of, looks good in here, man.”

Joel sighs, “Thanks. So, look, the California office could be tricky since the local regulations there aren’t always the same as here, but I have an architect there that’ll be on call for you.”

“Did it help?” Tommy asks, choosing to file away the bit about California and the architect, and focus on the facelift Joel has given his office.

“What?” Joel snips, annoyance growing in his voice, but when he meets Tommy’s gaze he softens a little. 

Tommy gesture’s around the room. “This. All of this. Did it help?”

Joel looks around the room and then back at Tommy, “At the time, but now that it’s done I feel the same.”

As much as Tommy likes to tease his older brother, he does care about him more than anything else. He leans forward, reaching a hand across the desk to rest on Joel’s. “Are you sure you’re ok?” 

The small smile that Joel gives him is forced, the soft melancholy in his eyes revealing what he won’t say. “I’m fine, I just fucking miss her. Falling in love again wasn’t part of the plan, you know that. Changes things, ya know?”

Tommy chuckles as he moves his hand towards the contract, snatching it up and waving it at his brother as he responds, “I don’t know, and after seeing all the shit you’ve been through I’ll continue to stay far away.”

Joel lets out a small laugh as Tommy settles in his chair. As he flips through the contract he thinks about you again. You mentioned Kim, which means Joel may know your name. He glances over the paper at Joel, whose gaze is focused on his hands, the pad of his left thumb rubbing along the cuticle of his right one. Even without making eye contact, Tommy can see the dim, almost lifeless look of his eyes. He won’t admit it to himself, but not bringing you up with Joel is more to protect himself than his older brother. He makes a silent pact with himself that if you’re still the main character of his subconscious in a month that he’ll ask.

You

It’s been a truly shit day. 

First, one of your maids called in sick. Then, shortly after sorting out who would take her clients, another called you to say her bathroom cleaner slipped from her hand as she was walking and she got bleach on a custom Louis Vuitton bathrobe. You got absolutely torn apart by the client on the phone when you called to report it and after ordering him a new one you decided you deserved a small treat. 

You had barely made it out of the parking lot when your phone rang with yet another problem; this time, the cleaning supplies you ordered were going to be delayed by six weeks due to a recall of one of the ingredients. You turned around, foregoing your Starbucks, and went to talk to the warehouse supervisor about what items were needed most so you could start sourcing them elsewhere. After six hours on the phone with different suppliers, and a missed lunch break, you tried to call it a day, but the universe had other plans for your evening.

The low air pressure warning comes on just seconds before your steering wheel jerks to the right on its own. 

Fuck, flat tire.

Tension from the stress of the day causes your jaw to ache. You turn on your hazards and pull into the shoulder of the highway then get out to assess the damage. Before hopping back into your Bently, you snap a picture of the tire and call AAA. 

“I’m sorry, honey, you’re looking at about a two hour wait because of rush hour,” a woman with a thick southern accent says. 

You sigh, “Don’t worry about it then. Thanks anyways.”

You didn’t mean to come off rude or annoyed, but you just wanted to go home and sink into a bubble bath with a glass of white wine. 

Guess I’m doing this myself, you think, looking down at your cream coloured paperbag pants and white button up, both of which will be ruined after this. 

You gather everything you need from the trunk and swap out the tire for your spare, then drive to the nearest tire shop. Just when you think you’re in the home stretch, the man at the counter sees you as a target and tries to tell you he can’t repair it and that you need a whole new set of tires. He tries every slimy tactic in the book, but you don’t back down. You and your father haven’t always seen eye to eye, but in times like this, you’re thankful for him. A good portion of the population would believe this man; you, however, know the puncture is not on the sidewall and, due to the angle of the nail you ran over, the tire simply needs to be dismounted and a two piece patch/plug combination needs to be used. When he tries to bring up the wear on your tread, you stop him and let him know that a 6/32 tread or deeper is perfectly acceptable, plus your Bentley is brand new. The actual repair on the tire is quick, but you pull into your side of the four car garage about two hours later than you had hoped.

“I’m home,” you call out. The silence of the house is broken up by your dad’s laugh coming from upstairs. You go into the kitchen and scrub the dirt and oil off your hands, blowing the dark strands of hair that have fallen out of your half up, half down hairstyle from your face. You pour a large glass of wine, then take it and the bottle upstairs. 

“Honey? Is that you?” Your dad calls from his office, when the top stair lets out its signature groan.

“Nope,” you say from the hallway towards his cracked door, trying your hardest to be chipper. “It’s me.”

“Oh, there’s someone here I want you to meet.”

You roll your eyes, “Right now?”

“Yes, just quickly.” He says, and you can tell from the slight slur of his words that he’s at least two whiskey’s deep. Your dad is a good man and he rarely drinks, so he’s a cheap drunk when he does. Unfortunately for him, whiskey and business deals usually go together in Texas.

You look in the mirror hanging at the top of the stairs, and put your glass and the bottle on the small table underneath it before trying to smooth your hair. As you step into your dad’s office, your eyes fall to him immediately. 

Tommy fucking Miller, mister ‘I’m-at-table-twelve’ himself.

Before you can say anything, your dad starts.“Honey, this is my friend Tommy Miller. He’s gonna be doing some projects for us.”

Fuuuuuck that.

“Miss,” Tommy says, standing and extending his hand to you. You grip his large hand harder than necessary, shaking it as your dad introduces you. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Pure, white-hot rage simmers under your skin. Why the fuck is he acting like Mister Manners? And friend? No, the bible on the table in your dad’s office is proof enough that he would never be friends with a man who owns a sex club. Your mother, who is far more religious than your dad, would be horrified, no doubt scrubbing everything Tommy touched with holy water. Fuck, she might even bring in the priest at church to perform an exorcism on the air in the home. 

“You too,” you say, trying to ignore the way his hand is soft yet firm as he shakes yours.   

“Kiddo,” your dad says, clearly forgetting that this is a business meeting and he should be treating you like any other employee. Those were his stipulations for you when you moved from cleaning and into the office. You’re not to call him dad, yet he doesn’t seem to have that same rule for himself - ever. He continues, “I wanted to talk to you about the office here in Austin. Kim is doing really well in California. My email is flooded with requests for services. I think it’s time for me and your mother to go out there and start the process of hiring a staff. I was thinking you could sit in for me here.”

You don’t miss the careful wording of what he’s said. “Sit in”, not “take over”. You also don’t miss that he’s saying this at 8pm in his home office while you’re not only covered in dirt, but also have an audience featuring Tommy “every-woman-undresses-me-with-their-eyes-because-I’m-so-fine” Miller. 

I’ll work on the name, you think angrily before forcing a smile across your face. 

“Thanks, Dad. Yes, I would love to.” You can feel Tommy’s eyes burning into you, so you smile bigger, exposing more teeth than anyone ever has. If your dad had set this meeting at the office during normal business hours, he would have been trapped there to listen to you pitch why you want more. You know you can handle more, you know you deserve more, and the fact that he’s chosen this time to offer you a chance to “sit in” just further hammers in the paranoia that he’s not planning to let you take over. All of this was intentional, and your heart and stomach simultaneously sink; yet, you hold your head high and keep your smile bright.

“Wonderful,” he exclaims, clapping his hands once and then grabbing his whiskey. “Tommy’s going to be doing the renovations at the office, so I’ll let you handle all the meetings with him. Work with him, kiddo, let's make sure his crew can get in and out as easily as possible.”

You glance towards Tommy, something about his face is smug and all-knowing, and you’ve never wanted to punch someone so badly, but then he blinks. With that simple subconscious reflex, everything about him changes and the air in the room feels thicker. Something akin to sympathy fills his big brown eyes and he gives you a tight lipped smile. No one has ever looked at you like this; benevolent, understanding, supportive. It was too dark at the gala to make out the more delicate features of his face, but now you can see a sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks; it gives a softness to his edge. The way his eyes dance around your face is like a silent call of understanding. The urge to punch him eases, the ache in your bones from the day intensifies, and an overwhelming desperation to climb into Tommy’s lap weaves itself in your mind. You want to feel the heat of his body as he wraps those big arms around you. You’d tuck your head beneath his chin and tell him how your future feels like it’s slipping through your fingers. He won’t judge you for pouting and saying it’s not fair to be asked to sit in when you’ve worked so fucking hard. Instead, you imagine that his grip would tighten, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. The thought of receiving physical and emotional comfort makes the back of your eyes burn.

“Of course,” you say, looking back at your dad. As always, his expression is unreadable. To distract yourself from the lump that’s formed in your throat you look down at your pants and then force your tone to be polite and perfect, exactly what’s expected of you. “Please excuse me, it’s been a bit of a day. Dad, can you give Tommy my information, please?”

“Already done, honey,” he says with a smile before you spin towards the door, willing yourself to not cry until you’re out of the room.

You get about five steps into the hallway when Tommy’s hushed voice saying your name meets your ears. “Wait. Look I just…”

Tears flood your lash line and you force them back before turning to face him. You can’t do this right now, regardless of how looking at him just felt, it’s not real and you’re too vulnerable. “Just what? Why are you here? To be a prick again?”

He pushes his hands into his dark jean pockets, his expression downright sheepish as he says, “No, I didn’t,” he shakes his head and looks at his shoes. Without looking up he says, “Look, I’m sorry.”

You scoff, grabbing your wine glass and the bottle from the table. The words are like venom as they leave your lips, “Men like you don’t mean it when they apologize.”

“Men like me?” He sounds winded. 

“Yes,” you say, keeping your voice at an angry hushed whisper. Tommy avoids the dagger-filled glare you give him as you continue, “Men who think they’re god’s gift to women. Men like you and your brother.”

That gets his attention, and his eyes dart to yours. “I was an asshole that night,” he confesses, then gestures around the grandness of the hallway and vast, sweeping staircase. “All of this makes me uncomfortable. We are in very different tax brackets. I didn’t belong at that gala. I don’t belong here. My actions that night were a defence mechanism. I know that’s a piss poor excuse but I am sorry. I understand if you don't believe me. I promise that I’m not that guy and I will prove it somehow.”

You stand frozen. Of all of the things that could have come out of his plush lips, that’s not what you thought you’d hear.

Don’t refer to his lips as plush.

“I had a really shitty day, Tommy.” He doesn’t say anything, just nods as you turn around and head to your bedroom.

Tommy

“Find the bathroom ok?” Jim says, adjusting the bible on the small table between the two armchairs the both of them have been occupying, 

“Yes, thanks. So, Joel mentioned a potential home being built?” He asks as he sinks back into the plush, brown leather chair.

Jim takes a sip of his whiskey and nods. “This has to stay between us, but it doesn’t look like my dear daughter will be getting married anytime soon.” The implication that you’d need, or want, a man to provide for you causes irritation to prickle at the base of his skull; but there are too many thoughts swirling through his brain, so he shuts it out and tries to listen to Jim. “I’d like to build her a house. I bought a lot about three blocks away.”

Tommy tries to engage in conversation, but the newly-developed guilt that he’s been fantasizing about his new friend's “dear daughter” for the last few weeks claws at his stomach. He thought he would never see her again, never see her intoxicating green eyes, or her dewy olive tanned skin. She was a safe fantasy, but now that he knows who she is, what her name is, and more importantly what her last name is; he has to stop. There are a few very prominent surnames in Austin; everyone knows who those families are, and people with those last names, her last name, don’t end up with a Miller. Furthermore, he likes Jim, respects what he’s built and his nose for business. As his friend, he cannot have those kinds of thoughts about his daughter.  

“Speaking of which,” Jim says loudly, bringing Tommy back to the conversation, he’s not sure what they were speaking of to get to this point, but he smiles at him nonetheless and Jim doesn’t seem to notice. “You should come to the Fourth of July party. Marilyn, my wife, well, she would love to have you.”

“That’d be great, Jim. I can definitely stop by.” Just as he finishes his sentence he hears two sounds simultaneously. Water being turned on and a distinct buzzing. He shifts in his seat, realizing that your bathroom must be just on the other side of the wall across from him. Does this mean you’re naked, your soft skin glistening as the water runs down it? And the buzzing?

“Excuse me a moment,” Jim says, picking up his phone that’s on silent and vibrating on the desk. Tommy lets out a slow breath after Jim leaves the office, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. 

The angel on his shoulder tries to talk some sense into him. You gotta stop, Tommy. This is not ok. You just mistook a phone ringing for her using a vibrator. You shouldn’t even be thinking about her with a vibrator! The devil, on the other hand, throws in a very unhelpful again.

He distracts himself by looking around the office. Large french doors serve as the entrance from the hallway, there’s an oversized dark wood desk along the back wall where they started their meeting and then the two chairs they occupy now  to the left of it. A cross hangs on the wall above him and a worn copy of the bible on the table between them. Tommy was never raised to be religious. His grandma would say grace before their weekly family dinners on Sundays, but they never went to church. It dawns on Tommy that Jim must not know about Joel and the club. Local church groups have always made their disdain for that place known. Protesting and trying to get them shut down. This is why Tommy is a silent partner. He can run JM Construction without anything except a shared last name tying him to JMKink. Joel keeps a pretty low profile, and every member of JMK signs all sorts of contracts that bind them to secrecy. 

The wall across from him, the one your bathroom must share, is covered in Jim’s accolades and family photos that he didn’t notice originally. Pictures of you as a baby, on family vacations, and at various graduations are all framed and proudly displayed. You’re right there on the wall, and have been the entire meeting. His disinterest in family life caused him to miss it. A few photos have an older sibling in them and a sense of longing tugs at Tommy’s heartstrings seeing all those memories on the wall. 

That’s new, he thinks to himself. 

When Jim comes back in, Tommy stands and shakes his hand. “Thanks again, Jim. Really looking forward to the projects.”

“Remember, the house stays between us,” Jim says with a wink.

“Absolutely. I guess I’ll see you on the fourth.”

“Come around four. We’ll have everything, so just bring your appetite.” Jim’s free hand claps Tommy’s shoulder and then he shows him out.  Tommy sits in the driveway in his dark blue, hand restored 1969 Mustang for a few minutes, staring up at the house. His irritation from earlier spreads. He likes Jim, a lot, but viewing his daughter as someone who can’t purchase a home on her own causes his molars to clench together. He barely knows you, but he knows you’re smart and independent, and the last thing you’d need is the type of spoiled, mediocre boy your dad probably envisions you with. Those are the “men like you” that you tried to lump him in with, but Tommy is not that kind of guy. He is, however, someone who is true to his word, so he will prove to you exactly who he is over the course of the renovations. 

You

The warm lavender scented water wraps around you and you can’t fight the lump in your throat anymore. You let the small sob pass your lips, then clamp a hand over them, worried that your dad or Tommy might be able to hear you on the other side of the wall. Tears carve lines down your face as they fall freely from your eyes. You hear your ex-boyfriends words as clear as day.

“Your dad is still going to leave me the business. You know he will, so if you think ending things with me means never seeing me again, you’re sadly mistaken.”

Your dad loved Preston. On paper, he was the best man for you. He came from wealth, his trust fund made yours look like peanuts and half the buildings downtown had plaques with his great grandpa’s name on them. He was a business student with a major in accounting and always knew exactly what to say to flatter your father. You overheard them one day talking about Maid Discreetly, Preston giving him all his thoughts about the business and how to grow it along with your dad.

He wants you to sit in for him. Not take over. While your dad was getting drunk with Tommy, you were looking for alternate suppliers and ensuring that the business could continue to run. You were getting screamed at over a miniscule little bleach stain on a robe. You were rearranging schedules to cover a sick maid. Now, you have to smile and nod and act like you’re so grateful to “sit in” on a job that everyone knows should be yours. Six figure salary or not, you deserve more.

Then there was Tommy. What was with his nice guy act today? And why do you hate that more than you hated how he spoke to you at that gala? He seemed fake today, aside from that brief moment in your dad’s office where you knew he could tell how disappointed you were, no matter how big of a fake smile you plastered on. You sink further into the deep soaker tub and close your eyes. Your Lollia bubble bath pops softly and you focus on the quiet crackling sound instead of the deep-rooted disappointment that today has unearthed. Tommy’s soft brown eyes appear in the dark. 

Am I wrong about him?

[wepracticewellness]

PRP Injections and the Rising Popularity of Vampire Facials: A Glimpse into the Future of Aesthetic Medicine

[cruesuffix]

Another Crüe Interview

From: The Observer (January ‘05)

Transcribed by: Miss Lily (me)

Tagline: ‘Sex, drugs and hip replacement surgery... the continuing adventures of Motley Crue, the most notorious rock'n roll band in the world.’

Wrecking Crüe’s Return

The most obnoxious and excessive band ever are back. In Los Angeles, Caspar Llewellyn Smith asks Mötley Crüe about facelifts, Pamela Anderson and hip replacements. Photographs by Jamie-James Medina

IT IS A CHILL winter night in Los Angeles when the four members of the band billed as the most notorious on earth unfurl themselves from unfurl themselves from their hot rod hearse. The two figures that loom largest are Tommy Lee, with all the goofy energy of a maniacal drummer and former husband of Pamela Anderson that you might expect, and the vampiric Nikki Sixx, bassist and de facto leader of the group in its present incarnation. Less able to command the flashbulbs and TV carnera booms - less able to extricate himself from the vehicle - is guitarist Mick Mars, who is more the wraith, bent double and stick thin, barely mobile following his hip replacement operation less than five weeks ago.

Despite $70,000 worth of plastic surgery, courtesy of MTV which has been filming him for a reality show, singer Vince Neil looks puffy in the face, not the lip sticked blonde pretty boy who fronted the band when they were the most baroquely glamorous and barbarically decadent act ever seen. But as the group forge, and in one instance, hobble their way into the venue, is the serpentine way in which Vince's tongue flickers from his mouth that makes the fans outside the Palladium - chanting “Crüüüüüe! Crüüüüüe!” as if a moratorium on umlauts has expired - believe this is the day they feared would never come.

Vince's reptilian aspect is repulsive, frankly, but this band more than any proved that when it comes to heavy metal, a little sleaze surely never hurt. So, after the several overdoses and deaths among their circle of friends, after the soap operas of their many and varied lurid relationships, after all the all the bad-blood between them.... more than five years since they spilt, seemingly for ever. Mötley Crüe have risen.

Alas, from the media's vantage point, impossible to discern the precise object of Vince's desire. That is because the Crüe's arrival at the venue has been fraught, and the reporters gathered - from publications including the Wall Street Journal and Metal Hammer (Germany) - are already listening to five men in suits at a press conference, as silent video footage behind them describes the scene outside. It could be an accountants' convention, as Dennis from the American booking agency explains that this reunion, encompassing a global tour, has come about because Nikki was 'treated like an icon' by fans when he toured with his own band following publication of The Dirt, the Crue's bestselling autobiography (described by Rolling Stone as the most detailed account of the awesome pleasures and perils of rock'n' roll stardom ever'). Nikki was busy writing his own Heroin Diaries, an account of his old addiction, but finally capitulated to the demands of promoters, rang the other guys, and lawyers smoothed it all through.

Since the group fell apart, Neil too has had his own band, as well as his fledgling TV career (Remaking: Vince Neil started airing in the States this month) and interests in motor racing and golf. Likewise Tommy, presently in the middle of recording the “best thing I've ever done” with his outfit Methods of Mayhem, also the star of a forthcoming reality show for NBC TV (in which he gets sent to university to take classes in chemistry, literature and horticulture). Then there was last year's autobiography, Tommyland, in which he said that his long standing antagonism towards Vince would prevent the Crüe ever reforming

Mick, the eldest at 48 by two years, has been mostly laid low by his ankylosing spondylitis or the 'grey ghost’ as he calls it - a genetic bone disease that is slowly fusing the joints in his body and which necessitated hip surgery.

Vince, Tommy and Nikki talk with relish about their extracurricular activities, and Tommy has already disparaged four new songs that the band have recorded (“they're wack!”). As for Mick, it seems an act of demonic sadism to force him to throw himself into the demands of a crushing rock tour. But next, at the press conference, Rick from VH1 notes that “our audience has a great interest in metal overall right now,” while Jim from Clear Channel Entertainment, the dominant media force in US rock, admits to having “recently refamiliarised myself with their hits' like 'Girls, Girls. Girls'.” He announces that one of the 'polished new numbers, 'If I Die Tomorrow,’ “will definitely be a hit in 2005.” Rick and Jim are as heavy metal as the Olsen twins and their dour rapaciousness feels depressingly at odds with the vaunted spirit of this particular group

It is to a more romantic view that Tommy subscribed earlier, during the band's only formal interviews on this occasion. They have gathered at a studio rehearsal space in outlying Burbank and plan to board a helicopter painted in their livery to fly to this evening's show. While Nikki is having his hair teased ("Make it bigger!”), the wolfishly grinning drummer responds to the suggestion that the Crüe have always been the quintessential LA band because all the madness of the civilised world washes up here - you go west and then you can't go any further - “So true,” he laughs, “so true!”

Tommy is wearing a baseball cap, a singlet and combat shorts, revealing several tattoos. He talks fondly of Pamela Anderson. but says he advised her not to come to the gig tonight because of the anticipated press 'clusterfuck'; confesses to drinking 'a bit' still; and enthuses about groups such as Snow Patrol and Sigur Rôs (who left him on the floor 'curled up like an infant’ when he heard them for the first time).

“I know, it's kind of crazy." he says of the reunion, “but I just go with whatever seems to be fun at the moment. Wherever my heart is. First I was like. "Ah no, fuck I'm busy." But then there was this overwhelming demand from the fans.” The band constantly pay tribute to their fans. “I'm not stupid, so fuck, let's go!" Of the Crüe's early days, he reminisces: “We were just rebelling against everything else that was fucking going on. Fucking wearing girls make-up… fucking crazy hair and leathers and spandex!"

THE BAND'S ORIGINS LIE GENERALLY IN the decline of Western civilisation, but specifically in a West Coast music scene that had fallen for English pop groups like Haircut 100 and local new wave bands.“Skinny ties with the short hair... we were like, "No fucking way!". The band had come together by April 1981, and Nikki, Vince and Tommy lived together in a two-bedroom cockroach invested apartment on Clark Street, 50 yards from the Whisky A Go Go club on Sunset Strip.

"We'd get drunk, do crazy amounts of cocuine, and walk the circuit in stiletto heels, stumbling all over the place," Vince said in The Dirt. “The Sunset Strip was a cesspool of depravity.” “Is it still like that?" I ask Vince, who is wearing a T-shirt with a pink slogan ('I think that stripper last night liked me') stretched over a waist that belies the fact that he still boozes, It's arguable whether his brow-lift, partial face-lift, check implants, nose job, and jaw-line sculpturing have improved his looks.

“I don't know, he says. “Nobody in the band lives there any more. I'm sure you still have the same wannabes and poseurs who act like rock stars. It's the same old scene. It’s cool.”

Tommy, who has seen Vince perhaps twice' since the band split, begs to differ: “Everything's way different.” He says the local LA scene is on its ass and that “a lot of weird things have happened between from the time we started ‘til now. People wear condoms!"

If Tommy as a kid was a shy outsider, being in Mötley Crüe changed him, as it changed them all. Certainly, girls came flocking, and in the early days there were endless hilarious escapades - like the time that Nikki tried it on with Tommy's mum (“If you can get in there,” said Tommy's father, “you can have it”). And while the drinking and the drugging and the fighting curdled into something darker - the routine humiliation of groupies in ways that make the fable of Led Zeppelin and the mud shark seem quaint, for instance - the band grew closer to each other.

“It was about being in a gang.” says Vince. "People said we wouldn't make it, that we sucked. We were like, "Fuck you!" We just went ahead and stuck to our convictions." The band self financed their first recordings (known as the Leathür tapes) and carried out their own promotional duties, “driving around putting up fucking flyers on telephone poles ourselves,” as Tommy recalls. “There was something really special about that,” he continues. “We fucking made it happen, you know what I mean?"

Finally signed to Elektra Records (despite the label's boss complaining. "I'm not in the circus business”), the Crüe swiftly became the hottest heavy rock act in the States. Records such as Shout at the Devil led to trailblazing tours across North America and Europe. Only Ozzy Osbourne could out-gross them - in a literal sense - as the carnage reached its zenith. (See box page 17.)

Is rock'n'roll a more conservative business these days, I ask Tommy? “Oh my god, it's completely different, it's fucking retarded. Knowing more about it makes me appreciate how the West was won in the old days, how we did it.”

All this time, Nikki in the background is explaining why the group won't take their shirts off for a photograph - nothing to do with their collection of sagging tats, it's because “we're not a fucking boy band!"

Meanwhile, outside on his own in the tour bus sits Mick Mars. Dressed all in black - black sunglasses and a black blanket on his lap, too - he repetitively tugs at the folds of loose skin on his hands. Tommy only met him for the first time in six years three weeks ago and say “he's anti-social - he hates everybody,” as if the prospect of meeting any of the band wasn't potentially intimidating already, But while his condition means he can't turn his head to mect my gaze, Mick seems relieved and pleased to have someone to talk to, and he discusses President Bush's opposition to the stem cell therapy that might help others with his disease with grace and humour.

While Vince is nervous about this evening's imminent performance - “If we screw up, we screw up in front of the world….. it might be the most important gig of our career” - Mick is confident that despite his AS, he can give it '11o per cent'. Forget the sex and drugs, I say, that never-say-die attitude is true rock'n'roll. “That's right."

Nikki suddenly appears and interrupts. The helicopter journey has been cancelled - something to do with the LA Fire Marshall and the negotiation of a landing fee. “That sucks!” shouts Tommy outside. According to the bass player, there's a different reason anyway. "We're the fucking Crüe - that's why!”

Tickets for the Palladium show this evening have been distributed for free to 2,000 fans, who have queued for them outside the Hustler magazine store on Sunset Strip. It is a mostly male crowd, and judging by the faded T-shirts and engorged guts, most of them have been fans since the outset. Thirty-six-year-old Sean Warner, who first saw the group in 1981, and calls the swimming pool cleaning business that he runs 'The Pool Crüe', has however brought his two young sons with him. "It's important that they see the original line-up,” he insists.

The calculation is, of course, that a younger generation will fall for the band's charm given the success of contemporary cock rockers such as the Darkness (at whose gigs the Crüe’s promoters have run teaser ads for this reunion). Also present in the queue, more improbably, is current Los Angeles resident and British pop star-in-the-making Har Mar Superstar. Indeed, it transpires that Har Mar is such a fan that he is living in the Crüe's old apartment. And given the enthusiastic response to this comeback from whippersnappers such as Slipknot, perhaps the Crüe have tapped into the rock zeitgeist. It's mean-spirited to suggest that the spectacular interest in their coming together again reflects a modishly ghoulish desire to learn if they can escape their latest escapades alive.

IN THE YEARS THAT FOLLOW THE BAND'S first flush of succers, the lunacy is pandemic. Nikki starts shooting heroin and coke; the reliably priapic Tommy marries TV starlet Heather Locklear; and on the fourth night of a party to celebrate the release of the band's third album, *Dr Feelgood, a drunken Vince crashes his Ford Pantera into an oncoming vehicle, killing his passenger, leaving the young couple he hits both brain-damaged. He serves a short prison term and enters rehab. Certainly, the pages of The Dirt would make Caligula blush, let alone the band themselves. "The book showed us as assholes,” says Vince, "because for most of the time, that's what we were.”

Nikki goes on something of a drugs bender in Hong Kong - hiring a gaggle of prostitutes dressed as Nazis and nuns for his embarrassed manager - and almost dies of yet another overdose back in LA. The whole band are in and out of rehab, before Vince is fired in early 1992 after falling out with Nikki and with Tommy in particular for the umpteenth time. Tommy weds Pamela Anderson six weeks into their relationship The marriage lasts three tempestuous years and ends with Tommy spending three months in jail on charges of spousal abuse. Hen-pecked and drinking heavily, the reclusive Mick comes close to committing suicide. His extreme case of AS steadily worsens, leading to chronic depression. The others are too preoccupied to really notice. No wonder Tommy tells me: “We are all still alive, right? How crazy is that?"

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[Eyes blazing and mouth wet with urine, Ozzy looked straight at me: "Do that, Sixx'

In 1984, Motley Crüe supported Ozzy Osbourne on tour - and finally met their match, as Nikki Sixx relates below

OZZY HARDLY spent a night on his tour bus: he was always on ours. He'd burst through the door with a baggie full of coke, singing. “I am the krelley man, doing all the krell that I can, I can,” and we'd snort up the krell all night long. until the bus stopped and we were in the next city.

In one case, that city happened to be Lakeland, Florida. We rolled out of the bus and went straight to the bar, which was separated from the swimming pool deck by a glass window. Ozzy pulled off his pants and stuck a dollar bill in his ass crack, then walked into the bar, offering the dollar to each couple inside. When an elderly lady began to cuss him out, Ozzy grabbed her bag and took off running.

He came back to the pool wearing nothing but a little day dress he had found in the bag. We were cracking up, though we weren't sure whether his antics were evidence of a wicked sense of humour or a severe case of schizophrenia.

We were hanging out, us in T-shirts and leather, Ozzy in the dress, when all ofa sudden Ozzy nudged me. “Hey, mate, I fancy a bump.”

"Dude," I told him, “we're out of blow.”

“Maybe I can send the bus driver out for some.”

"Give me the straw,” he said, unfazed.

“But, dude, there's no blow.”

“Give me the straw. I'm having a bump.”

I handed him the straw, and he walked over to a crack in the sidewalk and bent over it. I saw a long column of ants. marching to a little sand dugout built where the pavement met the dirt. And as I thought, "No, he wouldn't," he did. He sent the entire line of ants tickling up his nose with a single, monstrous snort.

Then he hiked up the sundress, grabbed his dick, and pissed on the pavement.

Without even looking at his growing audience - everyone on the tour was watching him while the old women and fimilies on the pool deck were pretending not to - he kneit down and, getting the dress soggy in the puddle, lapped it up. He didn't just flick it with his tongue, he took a half-dozen long, lingering. and thorough strokes like a cat. Then he stood up and. eyes blazing and mouth wet with urine, looked straight at me. “Do that. Sixx" I swallowed and sweated. But this was peer pressure that I could not refuse.

After all he had done so much for Motley Crie. And. Ifwe wanted to maintain out reputation as rock's most cretinous band, I couldn't back down, not with everyone watching. I unzipped my pants and whipped out my dick in full view of every. body in the bar and around the pool. ‘I don't give a fuck,’ I thought to steady myself as I made my puddle. ‘I’ll lick up my piss. Who cares?’

But, as I bent down to finish what I had begun, Ozzy swooped in and beat me to it. There he was, on all fours at my feet. licking up my pee. I threw up my hands: "You win.” From The Dirt by Motley Crüe and Neil Strauss (HarperCollins).]

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When Vince is kicked out of the band there is an ill-fated diversion into more experimental musical territory with new vocalist John Corabi. Truth be told, the band's pop metal was never wholly original - Mick argues that the Leathür tapes (collected on the tastelessly titled Music to Crash Your Car To box set) show them at their best, rather than the mooted classics on a forthcoming Greatest Hits. But the new album with Corabi flops and on the accompanying tour the band finally, albeit metaphorically, stiffs.

It is during this period that Nikki takes umbrage in an MTV interview when asked about the plentiful women, fire, and hairspray in their videos. “That's a silly question. Women, hairspray and fire?!”

In late 1996, Vince (whose four-year-old daughter, Skylar, has meanwhile died of cancer) returns to the fold. According to the singer: “I wouldn't have gotten defensive like Nikki. I wouid have said, “You know what, we are about fucking fire, we are about chicks, and we are about hairspray. And that's a whole lot better than being about boredom.”

The band disintegrates again in 1999 - Tommy leaves, the others limping on with a drummer called Randy Castillo for two more years (Castillo then leaves, and dies of cancer shortly thereafter).

No wonder that now, within the next six months, filming is due to start on a screen version of The Dirt. “I want Brad Pitt to play me,” says Tommy. So does Nikki. Vince reckons Val Kilmer could get him down pat. And you, Mick? "Jennifer Aniston,” he says deadpan. “I want her to play me."

AT THE PALLADIUM, AN AIR-RAID SIREN announces that the original line-up of Motley Crüe is about to take the stage for their first live show for more than five years. Vince and Nikki stride on, Tommy hops up to his drum riser and Mick hobbles right. Down in the crowd, Sean Warner rocks out as 'Dr Feelgood’ lurches into life, with bemused ten-year old McKay and eight-year-old Markus squashed beside him.

“This is a monster that's been sleeping,” shouts Vince as the song ends. "It's reared its head again!" Then it's ‘Shout at the Devil,’ 'If I Die Tomorrow' and 'Girls, Girls, Girls'.

Nikki is struggling because he can't hear the click track that the band now use to keep In time, and Vince is prancing around the stage doing more of the tongue thing. The show staggers the thin line between organised chaos and total collapse, much as Mick finally managers to stagger 15 feet across the stage to join in.

"Can I get a "fuck yeah"?” Tommy asks the crowd.

"Fuck yeah!"

“Can I get a motherfucking “fuck yeah"?"

"Motherfucking fuck yeah!"

“That - that is why we fucking love you!"

Show over, Tommy, Vince and Nikki dole out soundbites for TV camera crews, An exhausted Mick (who can't drink after his operation) has gone home. Nikki (who can't drink because "if I drink I die, simple as that”) follows him shortly afterwards. Vince and Tommy head on to a party at the Whisky A Go Go. Vince then slinks off into the night, while Tommy mans the decks and, shirt akimbo, plays a set of techno.

In the morning, it's back to business as the band minus a recuperating Mick sit through a succession of brief interviews with local radio stations across America. They give stock answers to a succession of the same questions: it's for the fans; they’re all getting on just like brothers; lock up your daughters when we hit Wisconsin!

The truth is that the four members of the band will travel on tour in separate buses. But the bonhomie doesn’t seem forced. “It's been like getting back on a bike,” says Tommy off air on getting back together.

“Without a saddle,” says Vince.

"Yeah..” says Tommy. “Woah! My mind was already going to sniffing the saddle.. but then I realised what you were saying.”

I tell Nikki that, if possible, we would like to shoot pictures of the band back at their old apartment, where Har Mar Superstar is now living. “Superstar?” says Nikki. “There is a superstar living in our place?” Even Tommy, more au fait with contemporary music, is utterly baffled.

Of all the band, Nikki is the most sensitive to the accusation that they are only back together to pick up a final pay cheque. “What does money have to do with anything?” he asks when we talk separately.

"When you see Lennox Lewis get S14 million for a fight, do you say he's doing it for the the money? Of course not, 'cause he's got the fucking eye of the tiger. He wants to kill his opponent. That's me. I'd do this shit for free.” Is it all for love or money?

Two days later, all four members of the band make it to Hat Mar Superstar's apartment on Clark St to have their picture taken. The place is tiny and kept in appropriately squalid fashion. Tommy has brought a bottle of cheap white wine with him, which he and Vince chug together out of Har Mar's mugs. They reminisce fondly about how they used to use the balcony as a trash can and came close to being evicted - and how they used to kill the cockroaches with their hairspray and lighters. “This is so sick, dude!” Tommy says by way of general approval.

A month after we meet, on 9 January, Vince gets married for the fourth time, to his gitifriend Lia Gerardini. Officiating at the ceremony in Las Vegas is newly ordained minister and former hip hop star MC Hammer, Vince's personal manager stands in as best man after his first choice is hospitalised. The original best man had been found with serious injuries in a drainage ditch following a party at the Neil household two days earlier. This is but the latest surreal chapter in Vince's life - and in that of the Crüe too, because also present at the wedding are a reconciled Tommy and Nikki.

"Do you think the drink, drugs and women overshadowed the music for a while?” I had asked Mick. “Not for me it didn't. It may have for the other guys but my shadow was AS.”

Nikki had insisted that: “The real thing that brought us together was music. The pussy and the drugs was the icing on the cake. The music was the cake.”

Vince had had the final word: "It's always gonna be with you, the band, isn’t it? It's like a life sentence." And then mixing his metaphor: “The whole band is like an old tattoo.”

All being well, Mötley Crie will enchark on a UK tour in June.

OMM

(this one took way too long and I almost lost my transcription twice… yet i still love to transcribe these things!) (*editors note: the third album was Theatre of Pain, not Dr. Feelgood. think if you publish an article in a magazine, you should do some basic fact checking before hand. for that alone, if you see any more mistakes here, i am terribly sorry, i really tried with this one.)

[47crows]

Can you pleeeeease talk about your beautiful priest OC? :3

OF COURSE I CAN (°▽°)/)

(Rp partners read no further bc slight spoilers)

His name is Father Nicolas Leone, and he came to me in an actual dream that i had after a vtm larp.

(Baby’s first drawing!!)

During the larp, our prince recited the prayer to St. Michael the archangel and it was such a rad moment that i guess it followed me into my dreams lol. the prayer goes shockingly hard, and i included part of it in the description of the piece I did.

In the dream tho there was a blonde priest in red robes facing off against my lob corp oc Griffin (weird but he also has biblical references so i cant blame my brain for the connection) and during it they were both reciting the prayer of st michael as they moved in to fight. I just kind knew the priest was a vampire?? And when i woke up i was like I GOTTA MAKE HIM and my wonderful friends were like lets rp out his embrace and i was!!!! So delighted!!

So, his story thus far is that he’s a young and very aspirational priest who was given his first orders to revitalize the church in an unnamed city. The previous priest was Not a good person and so the whole thing was seen as needing a facelift after that guy went to prison.

Leone is a little bit of a stick in the mud and very dedicated to the church, perhaps a little too wanting of a grander position but very protective of his flock and over all a good man. To the point where he was actually being scoped out as a possible SI witch hunter. This boy has a level of true faith!! The church orders were sort of a test to see if he could manage his position before they introduced something to awaken him.

Then a couple of Sabbat vamps showed up and it all went down hill. They start remodeling the church to suit their own needs (plans to kill as many of the Camarilla court in the area as possible by using the church) and they start manipulating Leone and forcing him to break vows. It gets to the point where he cant tell what’s reality and whats a dream because of how they’ve twisted and hurt him.

His imbuing was a painful and extended trauma that broke his mind and severely tested his faith. And when he came out of it, he came out as two separate identities and two different hunters. Nicolas the Wayward and Father Leone the Martyr.

His story will end in tragedy, as many stories in the world of darkness do, with his church and his sense of self destroyed. The drawing is a representation of the manipulation and trauma he’s suffering. He’s looking up to heaven for help but in that moment, he recognizes that there is nothing there for him.