#glitter nail extension

[gardeninthevoid]

shiny sparklyyy✨

[streetkittyclaws]

lil fantasy fairy gel x manicure

((goodtrades full cover soft gel tips + Born Pretty gel polish dr-11 + Beetles mirror chrome + Saviland top coat + bubble adornments on accent nail made w/ hard gel and glitter pieces))

[princessbrunette]

hai!!!! just curious, because ik everyone kinda has their own definitions when it comes to different kinds of readers, what do you describe puppy/kitty/bunny/deer!reader as? what makes them them?

anyway, luv ya n all that ya do- ,,^-^,,

ooo fun question !! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

BUNNY:

she was born for the soft life. a highly organised system in her closet, and a whole separate closet just for shoes. she’s not bratty, she doesn’t even know what being bratty is or how to do it, but there are of course times she starts thumping her foot, whining and pulling at rafes clothes. this petulant behaviour is often solved by a stern look, a tap on the cheek or a reach under the skirt to tug at her fluffy bunny butt plug. her nose twitches when she’s upset, and has a big toothy grin when she’s happy. she leaves the glitter from her body all over rafe’s clothes, mink eyelash extensions on the sink, tubes of lipgloss in her boyfriends pockets. she’s an r&b / rap girl lover to her core, and a day isn’t complete without bouncing around her room to flo milli or saweetie. bunny doesn’t have an ounce of shame in her body— whether that’s from her skirt riding up in public (as to which rafe has to irritably tug it down again) to pawing at him, begging him for dick infront of his friends. luckily, rafe doesn’t have much shame either.

KITTY:

be careful, she bites! no really, she does — cross her and she’s squinting at you, sinking her teeth into an arm until you yelp. according to jj, anyway. she’s odd, and that’s what he likes about her— collecting horror movie memorabilia and trinkets from the thrift store she thinks might be ‘haunted’. she keeps her nails long, stiletto shaped even — whether that’s from scraping her money together for acrylics or growing them out herself. she has the craziest oral fixation, always needing something to lick, suck or chew on— that something often being her boyfriend jj. despite the black liner in her waterline, she is still a spoilt little priss who needs her pink ribbons tied round anything and everything, requiring the fluffiest of blankets and pillows for her daily nap. unlike bunny, she does work — having a little gig as a bartender/waitress at a beachside restaurant. she gets super huffy and puffy, not enjoying having to speak to so many people — but her boyfriend gaining a linecook job at the same joint makes things better. she’s deftones biggest fan, even owning a pair of panties with their album cover on the front. jj loves seeing them on the floor of his room.

PUPPY:

she’s playful, clingy, and ever so whiny. shes the most energetic of the bunch, firing off into a million topics at once, talking and talking until john b has to interrupt her to tell her to breathe or she will pass out. her signature is her big doe eyes, used as a weapon ready to fire at all times on anyone who dares to upset her. she’s not spoilt, infact she’s very humble and fairly docile unless provoked— she just requires oodles of attention and affection, pats on the head and praise are her love language! she works at the local pet store, often coming home with hilarious stories about handling animals, john b plucking hay out of her hair as she tells them. she has the energy to keep up with all the animals, running around until she arrives home to john b and passes out on his lap for a quick nap before bursting into a fit of energy once more. pup is never seen without her walkman, and can often be found dancing around the empty chateau with 80s pop blaring in her ears, or knocked out with the audio tapes john b had recorded for her to help her sleep.

DEER:

riddled with anxiety, whilst somehow being the most still and unsettling person in the room. deer!reader, much like a real deer is skittish, easily frightened, but ever so curious. she has a different view on the world to most of her peers, a master in people watching and could win any staring competition. she’s often found with her nose in a book, the topic being either of something completely fanatical, or something informative and peculiar. due to her reading habits, much like her boyfriend pope she is a whirlpool of information, constantly quietly spewing facts into his ear (which let’s be real, is practically foreplay for the two of them.) she has a tendency to get into trouble from her prying, exploring and staring — but she doesn’t mean to come across that way, she’s the picture of innocence really! she likes 50s/ 60s music, finding a charming and simple peace to the sound — and is a mass collector of callico critters, sonny angels and blythe dolls. pope finds it adorable.

[greycaelum]

Hi ! It's me again, I just wanted to add that I think you're absolutely amazing. Your writing is perfect, and out of all the stories I've read about Satoru, I feel like you have the best interpretation of him, and you do a great job of conveying that in your writing. That's why I wanted to thank you for taking us on a journey and allowing us to escape into a world with Satoru!

I also wanted to make a small request, but of course you can ignore this part if you don't feel like it! The Kaleidoscope series is by far my favorite, and I wanted to see Satoru's wife be a little jealous...he's such a simp for her, and only has eyes for her, so she never has to worry about anything, and I love that, but why not have a little turn of events with lots of fluff.

Thank you!

- Machi ⭐️

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { Territorial }

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Genre: fluff, a lil' wifezilla moment with y/n

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.1k)— champagne moments, homewrecker alert, PDA *in capital letters

𑁍 A/N: midterms put the nail to my coffin, but here's a glass of bubbly to that~🥂

Your husband without question is a fine-looking man. Too fine sometimes. But you could never count how many times girls bat lashes in his direction or even try to snag your man away with their sultry clothes almost showing their souls to him.

Your reaction?

Well, normal.

If you were a jealous woman having Satoru as your man is a big no, no. He catches too much attention for his own good. Both by males at work and girls at the sides.

But it never roused an extensive feeling of jealousy or envy in your side. Albeit after years of being with him that is. Others may call it arrogance or simply the steeled assurance between the two of you... But you've never been put in a critical position where you have the urgency of stating your claim over Satoru. They could kneel and lay down his feet but only you can touch your man.

You sip the champagne served for you at tonight's gala. It's an annual social gathering held by the prime minister for the Jujutsu clans. And the Gojo Clan being at the top of the Three Great Families of the Jujutsu society, you must attend for the formalities or whatnots.

What a bore...

Satoru's attitude must have rubbed on you for finding the opulent hall, with glitters and dazzle to be such a stifling event. Your eyes roamed around and found nothing worth noting except for the chocolate fountain Saika would've gone crazy about if she was here.

On the other hand, Satoru is crowded by both men and women. His mere height makes it hard not to spot him in the room. Not to add the newly tailored montsuki you had for him makes him eye-catching.

You had to ask him to let you sit after standing and greeting other attendees for so long. Now you're here sitting on the corner, catching your poise while passing boredom with your glass of bubbly.

Satoru is holding a glass of his extra extra sweet non-alcohol mocktail. Judging by the frequent sarcasm in his words and scrunched of his nose he will come to you and ask to go home before half an hour from now.

That was what you supposed until a younger lady came forward and started talking directly to Satoru ignoring the people around her as she laughed obnoxiously for your liking.

Call it a woman's instinct when you easily narrow to the side of your eyes as she tries to bend a little lower exposing a bit of her cleavage. Satoru didn't react much and continued talking anyway.

You don't know the girl's family background but from her flashy appearance, diamonds sparkling on her, you could surmise that she came from an influential family enough to be personally invited by the prime minister. She's too... gaudy.

It was only when she tried to offer another glass of champagne to Satoru by grabbing onto his arms and pushing the flute towards Satoru that your brow raised. She wasn't able to touch him because of Satoru's Infinity but it still counts as something uncomfortable for a lady to do with a married man.

People never really learned... It's funny seeing them try so hard, but there should be a limit to it.

Satoru's temple creased as well. But he wasn't able to do anything more when a hand grabbed the flute of the champagne being shoved toward him and a familiar sweet jasmine scent filled his nostrils. The sound of your zori heels against the marble floor broke the awkward atmosphere.

You took the flute from the surprised and confused girl and leisurely sipped the liquor before turning to whisper something to Satoru's ear but your eyes never left the girl. His Infinity dissolved the second you held on to his elbow.

"Hey Baby," Satoru hummed with a bright smile on his lips.

"She's. Annoying. Me." You punctuated the word before baring your teeth and sinking them in his enticing earlobe you only let go when you heard a subtle needy whine from your husband. An arm immediately wrapped on the back of your waist to steady you. Satoru mumbled an incoherent phrase as you hummed back in reply.

The small group was stunned and at the same time flushed at the sudden move from your side. You simply smiled and surveyed your eyes on the people, your eyes took their time to watch the young lady with a scowl on her face.

"My husband is non-alcoholic, I will take this drink for him." You downed the flute of bubbles in one go before giving the passing server the empty glass and bending a little to whisper in the young lady's ear.

There's a glint in your eyes that made everyone look away and slowly withdraw to scatter around the hall.

"There's a thin line between brave and stupid." You stood back straight and softly smiled. "Which one are you, little girl?"

She better thank whatever devil possessed you to drink a lot tonight that you're feeling a little too tipsy to argue. An arm snaked at the back of your waist whilst a hand landed on your hips to steady you.

Like a pup with its tail tucked between her legs, she turned her heel, flushed cheeks, and hunched shoulders as she walked to the other side of the banquet.

You rolled your eyes and looked for the nearest seat but a firm grip on your hips reminded you of the towering man holding you upright.

"Loved your little show~" Satoru chuckled as he tilted your dazed face higher so you could stare into his enthralling blue orbs. "My pretty, pretty Baby, so territorial over me, huh?"

You weren't able to answer back as he took your lips for a quick and sweet kiss, in the midst of the crowd, you both stood there. Him, with a victorious and satisfied smirk, and you, tipsy and in a stupor of the outward display of affection.

The crowd turned away, some gasped, some looked scandalized, and some were grinning ear to ear. Satoru and his penchant for lack of decorum is shining so brightly.

You're not teens anymore, you're both married for more or less 10 years, but damn this sweet man for never failing in drawing you in his touch. You gripped his haori. What's worse is you cannot bring your lips to protest.

Satoru sensed this and finally guided you away from the crowd, only after he kissed your temples one more time.

"My Mrs. Gojo." Satoru grinned.

Maybe you never needed to do this little stunt but for some reason this small pettiness makes your heart beat like a teenager head over heels for Satoru... What's more, is that—

That ought to teach them where he belongs.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[kittysdiary]

what i keep in my purse’s beauty bag:

perfume, hand cream, lash extension spoolie, lipglosses, nail glue, tweezers, lash glue, lip balm, beauty business cards, nail file, glitter eye shadow + nail clippers! 🐈‍⬛🎀

[littlebimboprincess]

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juvederm, botox, silicone, saline, retinol, victorias secret, collagen, miniskirts, cupcakes, corsets, barbie dolls, glitter, fake nails, little handbags, eyelashes, push up bras, the colour pink, laser hair removal, scented candles, polka dots, ozempic, bubble baths, k18, stiletto heels, faux fur, juicy couture, microblading, lipo, hello kitty, bleach damaged hair, pinterest, gummy vitamins, bath and body works, leopard print, charm bracelets, suicidal thoughts, strawberries, serums, the smell of fake tan, shein, baby bunnies, daddy issues, walk-in closets, lipgloss, period cramps, tummy tucks, matching outfits with ur besties, hair bows, onlyfans, heart shaped dishes, hair extensions, whipped cream, g-strings

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i luv being a girl 🫶🏼

[archangeldyke-all]

I thought of this and just need somewhere to keep it you can share if you want:

Sevika with a nail tech gf

Sevika letting her paint her nails on her human hand from time to time

Sevika eventually letting her do acrylics on her (nothing too long or two flashy)

Sevika only fighting with her mech hand whenever her nails are done

Sevika being more expressive with her hands when she does get a bit of a fancier set

Sevika getting her nails to match yours whenever you do them

Sevika getting your initial on her nail once and asking for it every time after that

Sevika beaming to let any and everyone know that her girlfriend did her nails, and yes, that's her inital on there

Yeah, I wanna do her nails for her omfg

THIS SI SSOO..... IM SOBBING.

men and minors dni

at first, she doesn't let you anywhere near her hands. she's horrified of all the little drills and scissors, and she's never been the type of person to do anything to her fingers.

but... you look so sad practicing on your little plastic fingers, so she gives in pretty fast.

it starts with just a clear top coat on top of her natural nails, that have been all cleaned up and trimmed.

and... she absolutely loves it. she can't stop looking down at her shiny, healthy looking nails all week.

so... when you ask the next week if you can add some color, she says yes.

she starts with blacks and dark purples and reds. the colors in her pallets.

but as time goes on, and you gain more and more products, she starts letting her restrictions go, lets you paint her nails whatever color you want.

sparkles in the summer, pride nails in june, french tips in winter, sometimes even fancy nail designs when you're feeling fancy.

she doesn't love all your outcomes, but she loves you so much. and she loves the hour or two the two of you set aside every weekend, her hand in yours, as you gently clip and buff and oil her fingers. she loves the sweet concentrated look you get, the pride in you eyes when you're all done, and more than everything-- she loves the kisses you press to her fingers when they're dry.

when you start learning how to do acrylics, she refuses to let you near her human hand with them. she needs her hand to fight and write and work, and she can't do anything with the extensions on.

but her mech hand? she'll let you do whatever you want to it.

can you imagine her with 2 inch acrylics hanging off her gold fingers? painted gold and copper to match her arm?

they'd make her feel sooooo fucking hot. especially when she's fighting people and she can claw the fuck outta them with her new fingernails.

she'd insist that you match her short human nails to whatever design you do on her acrylics.

half the time, she can be found gently gazing down at her fingernails, a small smile on her face.

she becomes so high maintenance about them. the second she gets a chip or looses an acrylic, she's coming home to you with a big pout, begging you to fix them up, or better yet, give her a fresh new set.

she'll start coming home with crazy ideas about her nails she wants you to try. "do you think you could encapsulate some glitter so it can move around freely inside the nail?" or "you should drill a hole through the tip so we can add some charms dangling off." she's adorable.

she starts making you do her toes too. she keeps those more simple, just black or white or a basic color matching the base of whatever design you'd done on her fingers.

she talks with her hands now, all the fucking time. she was never that expressive when she spoke, but now she emphasizes everything with a wave of her pretty nails. people can tell when she's pissed because she starts drumming her acrylics on the nearest flat surface-- many goons have pissed themselves at the sound of the acrylics slowly tapping a table as they try to explain their latest mistake to her.

and every single time someone compliments her nails, sevika grins and starts gushing about her incredibly talented girlfriend, pulling your card out of her back pocket and forcing it on the poor person who was just trying to give her a compliment.

also the initial thing?? yeah, she never considers a manicure complete until she's got your initial or signature carefully painted on her pinkies.

i am so in love with her

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[prince-rosalium]

Bonjour!

Alright! I'm opening comms for BJD gel nails. I've been perfecting my methods for doing doll nails for some time now, while also studying to become an actual nail tech, and I'm finally confident enough that I have perfected some solid, strong, worthy-of-paying-for gel nails for dolls.

List of Materials:

-Plastic straws

-Elmer's glue/nail glue (removable with acetone)

-Builder gel

-UV Gel polish

-Nail Charms

-Rhinestone glue

-Chrome powder

Current Charm List:

This is a list of all charms I currently have that fit the scale of doll nails without being too big.

-Clear bubble and pink glitter hearts

-Silver, gold, and rose gold rhinestones

-Pearls (large appearance)

-Crosses (can be painted any color)

These nail extensions need to be sculpted directly onto your doll's nail beds to properly fit. I cannot make doll press-ons. This means you will have to ship me your doll's hands.

Some of the products I use require exposure to UV lamps. Because of this, all hands are wrapped in opaque masking tape everywhere except the nail beds to avoid yellowing. Though in my experience, especially in my first attempts, even repeated UV exposure in these lamps has not caused any visible yellowing, I never know when I'll be working on a doll who is more sensitive to yellowing, and I don't want to put anyone's precious doll hands at risk of discoloration.

You can contact me for any questions here on Tumblr, or you can find me on Discord as rosalium, or email me at princerosalium@gmail.com.

[thesunhatesme]

Day 15 - Painting on each other

Thanks again to @forlorn-crows for the wonderful prompts! Wc: 1,2k

Phantom watched longingly as Aurora fixed her nails, carefully putting extensions on, then painting them and then decorating them with pretty shapes and colors. He and Aurora had been hanging out for the majority of the day, watching movies, talking, listening to music, facemasks, all those sorts of things. Then she wanted to paint her nails. She had offered some nail polish to Phantom, if he also wanted to paint his nails.

He wanted to have painted nails, he really loved having painted nails, but he didn't know how. He wished he could paint his nails like that, with all the details and stones and glitter. He wished he could have as pretty nails like she always had.

He could paint his nails if he wanted to, Rain and Ifrit did it all the time and no one cared, but he couldn't paint them like they could. When he did it, they always ended up looking messy and no matter how hard he tried, he was always picking or biting them, making them too short to be able to be painted properly. Another problem was his patience, seemingly non-existent, he was never able to wait for them to dry properly, always ruining them or ending up with nail polish in his hair.

Aurora was just finishing putting the little rhinestones on her nails when she noticed Phantom watching, that almost sad look on his face.

“Didn't you want to paint your nails?” She asked. 

Phantom quickly looked away, leaning back in his chair. He shrugged, trying to put an unbothered look on his face. Aurora saw through him though, she could see that he really wanted to. 

“You’re allowed to, you know that, right?” She asked, pausing to look directly at him. Phantom nodded. “Yeah, I know” he reassured her “I just didn't feel like doing it” He lied.

“I know you're lying” She saw right through him, she always did. He had never been able to lie to her, it didn't matter if they spoke face to face or over the phone, somehow, she always knew. “Why don't you want to paint your nails?”

Phantom looked down in his lap, examining his nails. “I…” He started, letting out a small sigh before trying again. “I can't paint them” It felt like a confession, like he had done something bad and now has to confess to it. “They’re too short and uneven, I can't stop picking and biting them and every time I’ve tried painting them, I manage to ruin them before they’re dry.”

“I can paint them for you” She suggested, “I can even put extensions on, like these” She said as she held his hands out, wiggling her fingers. He really wanted to, but Aurora had been doing this for more than an hour, and he didn't have the patience for that.

“I don't know, it’s gonna take ages”, “And I’ll probably find a way to ruin them” He muttered. He wished he could, but it would just be a waste.

“We can watch a movie while I paint them” She suggested, looking hopefully at him. “C’mon, I really want to paint them” She added a little “Please”, giving him her best puppy eyes. Phantom sighed, “I guess we can try”

Aurora squealed, clapping her hand together. “Okay, choose what colors you want and how you want them to look” She ordered him as she pulled out the box with all her nail polish and handed it to Phantom. “I'm just gonna finish mine, it’ll only take a minute”

Phantom started looking through the colors, there were so many to choose from. He lined up all the colors he wanted to narrow it down. He definitely wanted to have black in the mix, and that glittery dark purple. He wanted to have that shiny silver too, so he added that to the pile. Now there was only the bright orange left. Would it look bad with the other colors? It was very vibrant and bright. But he really wanted it.

“Have you picked out what colors you want?” Aurora asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Will these work?” He asked, a bit unsure about his choices, as he held out the four colors. “Of course, that orange will really make it pop out!” She reassured.

Aurora gave the computer to Phantom, so he could decide what movie to watch while she was getting everything ready. He decided on The Blues Brothers, funny and entertaining. He positioned the computer on the table so they would both be able to see.

Aurora sat down in front of him, motioning for him to give her his hands. She started filing them and then gluing something to them to make them longer, he guessed it was the extensions she talked about. It was quite relaxing, it felt nice when she was fixing his nails.

“How long do you want your nails to be?”

“Not very long, just normal nail length” He wanted to be able to do things, like open cans and use his phone. He’d seen Aurora use her hands and her nails were quite long, he did not want that. 

“Do you just want the colors or do you want any design on them too?” She asked as she was finishing his thumb. “Uhmm…” He didn't know what was possible or what would look good. “I don't know, you choose” He had no idea what he wanted, it was just easier if Aurora chose what she wanted to do.

She started by painting his nails black, except for the ring finger and thumb that she painted orange. Then she made him put his hands in some weird box with blue light, she said it would make the nail polish dry. 

“That looks so cool!” She’d coated the black nails in the sparkly purple polish, making them look like dark galaxies. 

“I know, right?” 

She made him put his hands in the box again, so he did and they watched the movie for a while. They took a break and went down to the kitchen for some snacks and to stretch their legs. They boiled some water and poured into a cup of noodles each.

The movie was about halfway through when they finished their noodles and Aurora continued to paint his nails. She decorated the galaxy nails with silver stars that she painted and put some rhinestones on too.

“All done! “Aurora announced. Phantom looked at his nails and he thought he could cry, not because they were bad, they were amazing. But he hadn't realized how much this meant for him. He’d tried times and times before, but it always ended with him ruining them and feeling like a failure. Maybe he was overreacting because it was just nails, but for some reason it felt like much more and he couldn't be happier.

“I don't know what to say, they look amazing” He stood up and walked over to Aurora and held his arms out. She immediately stood up and wrapped her arms around him, embracing him in a hug. “Thank you Rora, you have no idea how much this means to me” He whispered into her neck, holding her even tighter.

[the2019nailstory]

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[writers-reach]

DAMN I feel like you might be one of the only people who’ll write for Strega LOLLL

can I request my favorite nerd (Jin Shirato) getting his nails painted/done by his S/O? Odd request, but thought it’d be interesting :3 NB or gender neutral S/O is fine!

persona 3: painting his nails (jin shirato)

notes: non-binary reader, short-ish, fluff

"what if i painted your nails?" "h-huh?!"

to say jin was taken aback would be an understatement. why did you want to paint his nails? what????

"i think it'd be cool! you'd look super awesome with like, black or a neon green... ooh, maybe blue? like your hair!"

the more jin listened to you ramble on about nail polish colours, the more he warmed up to the idea of it. maybe... it wouldn't be too bad. it's not like you were going to go all out with extensions and charms and (shudders) glitter

"...alright, fine. you can paint my nails. but only my hands!"

at his concession you were ecstatic! you immediately got your stuff and got to work, trimming and priming his nails before painting them. you two settled on a simple black for now, with the hope that later you'd be able to try more loud colours

jin doesn't show off his nails, but he does try to subtly reveal them more often than he used to :)

[glittter-skeleton]

Not to be a hater but I genuinely cannot stand the current state of nail culture. I was telling a girl about something that happened while I was paining my nails and she went “Like on your nail? With regular polish?” Yes, like the way nails are done. I get like fancy designs and extensions, you can’t do that with normal nails but her gel was like one color with glitters. I truly don’t get dropping a 100$ on something that you can do at home for dirt cheap. AND it gives you a fun skill tree task cuz you get better at it almost every time! AND and a government assigned relax time when you can’t do anything but sit and wiggle ur hands around <3

Bonus of my awesome x-files ass nails that took like 20 cents and 30 minutes of my time total

[drmflm]

summary: one day, you decide to treat yourself to get your nails done. little do you know, you’re in for a huge upheaval in your life—filled with so much comfort, patience, and paper cranes. And it’s all because of that purple-eyed nail tech.

pairing: nail tech!seungkwan x gn!reader

wordcount: 2.0k

genre: fluff, barely-there angst

au: nail salon, origami, low fantasy

rating: pg-13

warnings: mentions of an ex, mentions of revenge (but it’s for comedic effect), brief frustration

note: i had so much fun writing this one! (it’s totally not inspired by my new nails hehe) i hope you enjoy! and pls comment your guesses for what you think seungkwan and the reader are! i’d love to see them

The bell jingled, signalling your arrival. You smelled antiseptic cleaner and chemicals as soon as you walked in, paying no mind to the few patrons getting their hair or nails done. You heard pieces of conversations as you walked by, and the sound of low chatter was near-constant background noise which added to the salon’s entire ambience. When you reached the front counter, the receptionist gave you a welcoming smile, before sliding his glasses up his nose and directing you to sit down.

You looked around aimlessly as you waited, eavesdropping on some conversations happening around you. After a while you got tired of doing that, so you started drumming your fingers as you watched the clock tick down.

“Y/n?” A voice called out, before a brunette strolled out from behind the counter. You nodded. “Welcome, my name’s Seungkwan. What are we doing today?”

“Gel extensions, and a little nail art,” you replied as you stood up.

He nodded before he directed you to take a seat at his station. He plopped down on the other side of the table, and while he was setting everything up, you looked at all the bottles neatly lined up behind him.

There was everything from hair serums to fake talons and clay polish. You weren’t sure where to look because there was just too much to look at.

“Before we get started, did you have any—sensitivities or preferences I should be aware of?” he asked, reaching for your hand.

You took a moment to think it over before nodding once, “you can just do regular gel nails, as long as there is no glitter, gold, metallics, or precious metals in it.”

You saw a flash of recognition in his eyes as he tried to figure out what you were before he smiled and assured you he would accommodate your preferences. After talking over your chosen colour and shape, he started working diligently as he prepped your nails for the first base coat.

“What made you decide to get your nails done today?” he asked casually, trying to fill the silence with small talk to make you more comfortable.

You just shrugged back, “nothing really. I just thought it’d be cool to have long nails, especially ones with a cool theme or something.”

He made an affirmative hum as he nodded his head, “yeah, I’ve seen some really cool designs in Hongdae. Some people go really crazy with them.”

“Oh yeah, definitely,” you laughed before refocusing on your hands, so they wouldn’t bump into anything, “I’ve seen people with nails as long as a walking cane—“

“Oh man, you wouldn’t even want to see the Guinness World Record for longest nails,” he said with a shiver. “I felt kinda grossed out when I first saw how long they were.”

You grimaced before he quickly changed the subject, chattering about work, and you in turn proceeded to tell him about your own work chronicles and love life.

“Dang, your ex sounds like a jerk,” he muttered as he filed your nails down. “I hope you left him after that.”

“I did, don’t worry,” you replied quickly. “I still feel sad, though. I wish I could’ve gotten revenge on him or something. I know it’s petty, but I just wish I could’ve gotten the last laugh.”

His bottom lip jutted out in concentration before he furrowed his brows and looked at you. “Why not? You can just go to his house and clog all his sinks with origami cranes.”

You blinked at him for a second, “are you serious? Paper cranes? I don’t even know how to fold a piece of paper without ripping it.”

“Maybe it’s time to learn,” he shrugged, before directing you to put your right hand into the dryer once more. “It’s said in Japanese legends that you will receive a wish if you fold a thousand paper cranes by the time you die.”

“What would I even do with all those cranes if I made them?” you muttered to yourself.

“Clog your ex’s sink with them,” Seungkwan replied with a mischievous smirk. “That’s what I did and it worked. All the affection I felt for them disappeared the moment they turned into a literal Godzilla and started smashing things.”

You nodded, “I’ll consider it.”

He smiled, “and if you ever need help folding them, just let me know and I’ll be happy to help.”

You couldn’t hear anything for a moment as you looked at his bright expression, duly nodding along to his words. As he painted little designs on your nails, time was nowhere to be found. The minutes flew by traitorously fast, and you were surprised when he eventually proclaimed them done.

When you checked them over, there was nothing you could find to extend your visit any longer. Your nails looked great—long, but not too long, in a shade that complimented your skin tone and made your hands look bejewelled in colour.

“They look perfect, thank you,” you said at last, before getting up and bowing politely.

“It was my pleasure,” he replied, returning your bow and directing you toward the front counter. “I hope to see you again soon, so you can enrapture me with the continuation of that story.”

He winked at that, before going back to his station and cleaning up. You grinned at that.

“These things are stupid!” you exclaimed, as you failed for the nth time at folding an actual paper crane. You were just about ready to chuck out all the special origami paper in your house out of frustration. No matter how many YouTube tutorials, origami manuals, or lessons you went through, you just couldn’t wrap your head around how to make the beak look like, well, a beak.

“This is stupid, why do I even bother?” you sighed, crumpling up another failed attempt. Why did you even bother? For a cute nail tech? Because you wanted to upset your ex?

Nothing really made sense to you—how could you let a nail tech’s charm and affinity for mischief sway you into doing something so immature and stupid? Maybe he was doing something magically—perhaps he was a goblin or a nine-tailed fox out to wreak havoc in your life.

But something told you he was being genuine. You weren’t sure what it was—maybe it was simply that intuition which came with living so long in a world as unpredictable as this.

You looked back at the crumpled papers messily thrown around your table. It pained you to do this—yet, you trekked on. You searched for another tutorial, following it down to a T, pausing often to make sure everything looked right.

Before you knew it, you had finished a few cranes, not noticing the passing of time. Your new nails made it so easy to fold—they were great for making the folds more defined and crisp.

It was actually quite therapeutic you realized, as you continued to fold and fold, no longer thinking about your frustrations or anything else that was bothering you—like your ex. It was a welcome change, since every time you looked around your apartment, you’d always see all the little things he left behind, and it reminded you of when he left you.

But today, your attention was completely focused on the cranes, which continued to populate your table. They sprawled all over your living room, covering up the tablecloth he gave you, spilling past the rug he bought you on your second anniversary, and overflowing into the flowerpots his mother donated to you when you first moved in…

It was like the space grew homier, as though the missing person who resided in your walls had finally come home. The little cranes greeted you when you came home after a long day, they chased away the loneliness that used to seep into the doorways, along the baseboards, and through the walls.

It was like you had a thousand tiny friends waiting for you, always waiting for you.

Over the next three weeks, your house was completely overflowing with hundreds, if not thousands, of tiny little cranes. You often folded them on your breaks, when you got home from work, or while watching videos in the morning. Soon, you lost count of how many you made because on every vacant surface, there were colourful little cranes waiting for you. You even gave a few to your friends and family thank you gifts. Your friends were surprised, to say the least—nobody ever expected you of all people to enjoy origami.

Safe to say, when you returned to the nail salon to get your nails filled, you had enough paper cranes to fill an entire apartment in the middle of Seoul to the brim. Literally—everywhere you stepped, you somehow managed to step on one of your tiny paper cranes. Every inch of your apartment was crawling with them.

“Ah Y/n, you’re back!” Seungkwan exclaimed once he came out from the back. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” you replied as he set up, “I have an update for you.”

He raised his brows before recognition lit up his eyes as you handed him a purple and green crane. “You made them! How was it?”

You smiled, looking at him warmly, “It really helped, actually. Even if I didn’t trash my ex’s apartment with them, folding them really helped me feel better.”

“I’m glad,” he said warmly, returning your smile.

He started working on your nails, removing the remnants of colour and filing them down to a more manageable length. You two continued to make small talk as he worked, and when you showed him the next design you were looking for, he complimented you on your taste—which made you blush profusely.

“Hey, can I tell you something?” you asked after a moment. He hummed to show he was listening as he painted. “You asked me last time why I got my nails done that day, and I just said that I liked the designs I saw.”

You hesitated for a second before continuing, “Actually, it wasn’t just about the design. I felt really low, and I just couldn’t help but internalize everything my ex said to me when we broke up. I just felt hollow and like I was leading a very meaningless life. He was a part of my hoard, and losing him felt like I lost one of my most priceless treasures. But I don’t know, I just wanted to say thank you?” you took a shaky breath before looking at him. He paused painting for a moment. “You really made me feel better about everything, you even gave me something new to add to my hoard. And I just think that being able to talk about it and fold those cranes really gave me a boost.”

He smiled, “You don’t have to thank me Y/n. I’m glad I could help, but I think a lot of your improvement and growth happened because of you. Please don’t discredit yourself because this is your own achievement. I hope you know that I am proud of you.”

You couldn’t control the tears that slipped out, and he just smiled softly, nodding at your whispered ‘thank you’ before you instinctively reached to wipe them away. But before you could completely pull away, he let go and offered you a tissue. “May I? I don’t wanna wreck your beautiful nails”

You nodded, as he gently reached over to wipe your tears, “You’re gonna be okay Y/n.”

You didn’t need to see the purple in his eyes to truly believe him because you trusted him more than anything, “I know.”

Every fibre of your being agreed—your heart, your brain and most importantly your nails, which (if you looked at them closely enough), showed the fluttering wings of a purple and green, origami crane.

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[tabbyrp]

Day 2 @whosxafraid

Tabby wiped down the last table, settling into the stillness of the late hour. The usual patrons had long since staggered home, and a string of orange pumpkin lights cast a faint reflection on the polished bar top. Luka had let her decorate extensively for the spooky season. Rubber bats hung from the ceiling and a full-size skeleton nicknamed Fred sat on one of the least-popular tables, randomly activating a cackling mechanical laugh as its eyes sparked blue.

It was one of her favorite times of year, only made better by Luka sitting in his booth and soft Halloween tunes playing in one earbud while she cleaned.

That comfort shattered when the door swung open with a crack of double locks breaking.

Two young men strode inside, boots thudding with heavy steps. Both were tall, wiry, and full of menace. The silver ring Tabby wore on her middle finger, a gift from Luka, became warm and prickly. That meant werewolves.

She’d give them a chance to save themselves. “Sorry folks. We’re closed.”

The slightly larger of the two, all long beard and wife-beater beneath his plaid, sneered. “Shut up, human.”

The other one smirked, showing off sharp canines. “Thought we'd drop by, see if the rumors are true. That there’s an immortal coward hiding out here.”

Luka unfurled from the booth, his towering frame relaxed to the casual observer. “Tabs,” Luka’s voice was low, but it carried with it an edge of an order. “Behin’ d'bar.”

“Seriously?” She had only begun her protest when he marched over, hoisting her up over his shoulder in one smooth motion and crossing to deposit his cargo on the far side of the counter.

“Ye can yell a’ me later.” Luka softened it all with a wink, even as Tabby scowled from the floor where she had landed butt-first. She scrambled onto hands and knees as Luka disappeared from view. Reaching for her baseball bat, Tabby stayed low, peering around the access hatch to get a view of the situation.

The two werewolves stalked closer, sizing Luka up. Their muscles rippled under their clothes, nails extending, a barely-contained beast panting just beneath the surface.

Luka lifted his head, finally locking eyes with them. And then he bared his teeth, revealing a mouth of glittering teeth. Too many to fit.

“Ye should’a listen a d'lass,” Luka rumbled, his voice beginning to reverberate.

The room darkened, and Tabby’s breath caught. From every nook and cranny, from the shadows cast by plastic bats and glowing orange lights, the shadows began to move. Dancing, flitting through the air. Curling around Luka’s form, bleeding into him as if there were endless gaps for them to fill. The outline of something canine starting to take shape around his silhouette, otherworldly and utterly terrifying. 

One of the werewolves flinched. The other snarled. “I’ll make you listen to the sound of me eating that human’s liver, right after I…”

Luka moved faster than Tabby had ever seen. One moment, he was beside the bar. The next, he was in front of the mouthy werewolf, gripping him by the throat. The creature howled, until the sound was swallowed by the darkness that flooded the pub.

What followed was a brutal medley of bones crunching and ripping meat. Hunching down behind the bar, Tabby dropped the bat to fumble in her pockets, finding her second earbud and shoving it in. The backlight of her phone still worked and she hit play on the screen, resuming her earlier playlist.

“He did the mash… he did the monster mash…”

The volume jacked up drowned out some, then hands over her ears blocked out most of the rest.

Some things were better left unheard.

It was only when the darkness retreated, several songs later, that she dared hit pause. The familiar dim light of the pub still made her squint, one hand on the ground to help get her upright.

“’Ere.” Luka appeared, reaching to help up the rest of the way. “Y’okay, luv?”

“I’m fine.” Which was mostly true. Tabby had expected her peripheral vision to resemble a slaughterhouse. Instead, there was barely a chair out of place. “Did you…” She trailed off, leaving Luka to pick up on everything unsaid.

He cupped the back of her neck. “Yer safe and dat pack’ll know ne’er come round ‘ere again lookin’ fer trouble.”

Luka insisted Tabby take a seat while he brewed up a cup of tea. For once, she didn’t argue, if only because the adrenaline drop was leaving her lightheaded. She was sliding into a chair beside the prop skeleton when his motor activated. The cackle made Tabby jump, hand clamping over her chest. “Damn it, Fred.”

She was reaching for his off switch when the head swivelled in her direction. Right between Fred’s neon blue eyes, a single smear of blood lingered. Tabby glanced towards where she knew she’d dropped her cleaning rag earlier, only for it to be completely gone.

Damn.

But she did try to warn them.

[kittysdiary]

Kitty’s Guide to Fall/Winter 2023

You’ve all LOVED my season guides so it’s only fair that I continue the tradition and make a fall/winter guide for 2023! In this guide I’ll be going over important topics that will outline what the kitty energy is going to be for the cold + cozy season. This guide will give you a month to prep for a bombshell fall/winter! 🍂🥧🎀

Kitty Energy This Fall/Winter

For this coming season I’m definitely going for that off duty supermodel look. Bombshell curls, doe eyed lash extensions, brown lipglosses and warm toned neutral eyeshadows with a pop of glitter. Layered looks are a must for these up and coming cold months. This years color palette will range from pink, cream, browns and dark denim.

Beauty

Pressed matte powders

Charlotte Tilbury + Patrick Ta are the makeup brand vibes for this up and coming season

Brown lip liners and neutral pink glosses

Long + fluffed lashes. Go for lashes with that seductive cat eye look!

New body butters, face creams, hand creams and face masks that draw in moisture. Weather change can cause dryness + irritation so focusing on products that hydrate is a must!!

French tip nails + toes

Fragrances with warm notes. Ex.) vanilla, cinnamon, spices + cashmere.

Valentino Donna Born in Roma Intense, Dior Poison & Mugler Alien Goddess.

Bellami hair extensions

Hair colors -> blonde, chestnut, deep chocolate brown + jet black.

Messy buns, high ponytails, curtain bangs + sleek styles.

Fashion

Fur coats + fur details that give off trophy wife energy.

Sterling sliver and pretty gold accessories

Bow details

Victoria Secret silk pajama sets + slippers

La Perla and Agent Provocateur lingerie pieces

Tote bags or top handle bags. Find bags with lots of space so you can fill it with travel sized lotion, moisturizer and hand sanitizer.

Knitted cashmere sweaters with a turtleneck to look elegant and cozy.

Velour tracksuits

Fuzzy lounge wear sets + lounge cardigans to wear around the house.

Ear muffs

Pearl + diamond statement pieces

Fluffy slippers

Pink, cream, brown, black + dark denim.

Cheetah and leopard print staple pieces

Small + thick gold hoops

Gloves with a fur trim

Ankle boots + luxurious high heels. Flats for busy days when you’re on your feet like at work.

Essentials

Booked spa, hair and nail appointments

Cozy comforter + blankets

Car maintenance

Snow boots

Invest in bubble bath soaps, bath salts + candles for a relaxing night in.

Buy new calendars, planners + stationary.

Purchase new dishes, silverware and mugs for holiday hosting.

Holiday decor

Thick tights, leggings, leg warmers + undershirts

Uggs

Thermo cups

Cold/flu medicine

Umbrella

Tea + tea brewer

Lip balm