#blooming gel

[bombnails]

@happyhandsnyc

#@happyhandsnyc #uploads #almond shape #gold #blooming gel #neon #pink #3d #blobs #yellow #orange #bling #nails

[etchingunas]

by @etchingunas

Blooming Gel Fun 🎈🎨🖍🌈

#art #gel x nails #nail art #nails #press on nails #pretty nails #nailspo #cute nails #nail tech #3d nails #💅🏾 #blooming gel #artists on tumblr #nail polish #nail color

[totallypressdnails]

#nails #kawaii #acrylic nails #long nails #y2k nails #handmade #kawaii nails #nail artist #press on nails #y2k #blooming gel #gel nails #nail charms #pink nails #xxxl nails #xxl nails #nail design #nail art #nail inspo #nail inspiration

[streetkittyclaws]

✨pink marble nails✨

((used cover pink hybrid gel + blooming gel + white gel polish w glitter))

#self taught #manicure #nail art #cute nails #nails #pretty nails #long nails #blooming gel #hybrid gel #polygel #gel polish #gel manicure #marble design #marble nails #pink #pink marble #glitter #gel x nails #pink manicure

[tabbycasto]

#nail art #blooming gel #artistic nail design #manicurist #nails #autumn nail inspo #autumn nails #Instagram

[tributemoney]

i let ev (my nail tech) pick my nails 💛

#gel x nails #long nails #square nails #blooming gel #snake skin #nails #artist pick

[danneroni]

TURN UP TEH FOOD HOUSE 🎶🌟🌈🎉🎶

#art fight #art fight 2022 #team bloom #furry art #anthro #furry #rainbowcore #sparkledog #traditional art #gel pen art #partycore #hyperpop #scenedog #ravecore #eyestrain #neon art #furrycore

[azurexsnake]

These nails are taking so long to finish and I don’t even like them 🫠

#I should have just used blooming gel #instead of the chrome #shit is annoying to do yourself #I have two more fingers on each hand and I’m just gonna leave them til the AM #i’m over it #color: blue 🎨

[xgulch]

Tagged by @demxnshit to shuffle my playlist and post 10 songs - appreciate it my dude ✌️

I'll go with my On Repeat playlist - no duplicates!

If anyone wants to play along just pretend I actually tagged you, but so actually tag me so I can suss out all you freaks and your good taste in tunes 🖤

#spotify #gulch #scowl #fiddlehead #gel #drain #gumm #one step closer #speed #blink 182 #bloom

[adoreaxo]

instagram: adoreaxo

#croc nails #blooming gel nails #long nails #acrylic nails #colorful nails #gel polish #pretty nails #adoreaxo #luxury #nail art #nail polish #nails #bomb nails

[rh-ystopian]

I seem to draw very young looking faces...?

Moira "Dream" Harris belongs to grimmalkerie

#artfight #team bloom #artfight 2022 #rhu doodles #pen #ink #gel pen

[bombnails]

@thenailbabeuk

#@thenailbabeuk #uploads #Instagram #coffin shape #purple #green #blue #blooming gel #nails

[etchingunas]

by @etchingunas

Pink Croc Nails 🐊💕

#art #gel x nails #nail art #press on nails #pretty nails #nails #nailspo #blooming gel #cute nails #painted nails #manicure #shorties #diseño de uñas #💅🏾

[streetkittyclaws]

🐊blooming gel w/ white gel polish + polygel water droplets for accent nail🐊

((soft gel full cover tips + all gels used -except for the blooming gel- was from the Born Pretty dusty rose collection))

#self taught #manicure #cute nails #nail art #pretty nails #nails #deco nails #glitter #blooming gel #crocodile nails #nail inspo #white nails #ethereal nails #weird nails #almond nails #gel nails #soft gel nails #born pretty gel polish #gel manicure #polygel #hybrid gel #water droplets

[euphoricfilter]

the silent ‘i love you’

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au

summary: sometimes you don’t need words

word count: 1.1k

tags/ warnings: fluff!!!! just very soft and nice and easy to read for tonight. intensional lowercase. sort of sleepy thoughts about love <3

where you can find my other works :D

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

some days jungkook simply felt like those three words weren’t enough. that the warm glow of his fragile soul couldn’t scream loud enough for your own precious existence to know how much he truly loved you.

that the whispered words of love as the both of you woke, or a gentle kiss before you both slept and met in your dreams— it simply was only the surface of how he felt. that the silent ‘i love you’ the both of you shared each day was somehow louder than the words themselves.

tender souls touching in a whimsical dance between your existence.

tangled so tight, unmoving, seeping out of you with that fluttery sort of love.

the kind of love that pulls a smile onto your lips at the mere thought of them. gentle touch enough to have your skin alight. obsessive, itching greed consuming every fibre of your being, needing them closer than humanly possible. bodies pressed together and heart beats in sync, tied together by a string of fate and life times you shared before this one.

and some days neither of you had to say ‘i love you’ but that didn’t mean the love wasn’t there. that either of you loved the other any less than you had the day before. or more than you would tomorrow. because it was ever-growing. blooming in both your chests, a flower that would live through all of eternity.

it would be him waking before you, purple and blue toothbrushes sat beside one another in the cup on the sink. or how on some days he’d pick your shower gel over his own. for no other particular reason that he loved everything about your existence, that he felt that little bit closer to you in the hours you had to part.

or remembering to tuck one of your hairties in one of his pockets, just in case.

the same hair tie you’ll find in the washing machine days later, smile tugging at your lips. because as much as you remind him to take everything out his pockets before putting them into the washing machine, there were things you could never get mad over. not when he thinks of you, even when you’re not there. a silent show of care that you never bring up because that was his secret to keep, dissolved into the back of your mind for safe keeping.

he likes to hold your hand as you cross the road, fingers interlaced. because he knows sometimes you get too caught up in your own head, unaware of the wider world around you. so he keeps you glued to the pavement before tugging you across the road. fingers squeezing yours when he knows the both of you are back to safety and you’ll let him pull you around, blind trust in him to take you where you need to go

you like picking him up from work, sat outside on a bench with a box of treats for the walk home. and he would indulge you, even if he had the car parked a block away. not caring if it would mean he had to walk the next morning. because he would never abandon those gentle moments with you, shoulders knocking as you kiss sweet cream from his lips, desperate to hear about his day just as much as you want to share yours

you liked to say ‘i love you’ through the stars. tugging him to the roof of the apartment building, legs tangled as you lay on a blanket.

you both look up at the sky.

so many questions slipping off your tongue. where you talk of fate and destiny and how you loved to believe that two souls so intricately intertwined like your own was probably crafted by something as beautiful as the stars, or another celestial being that just knew what the future held. speckles of fine stardust crafted and moulded, so, when you found a mortal body there would be no doubt he was the one for you, just as you were the one for him.

he likes sending you photos of cats. adopting the habit of carrying a small bag of treats around with him; though neither of you have a pet.

he remembers the frown that would tug on your face each time you’d come across a stray. and he’d stand there for as long as you like as your fingers pet over fluffy heads and behind furry ears. another silent vow of love to a lonely creature.

you liked to pack him lunches, hours spent in the kitchen of a nighttime experimenting, because you never wanted him to have a dull meal. and he’d sit there at the table, reading as a piano piece plays over your phone. not a word spoken between the both of you, and some nights you scuttle his way with a fork-full of something for him to try.

there was love in the tv shows you watched together, the music you shared, the space you both lived in. the closet was a muddle of clothes and accessories that he liked to steal from you just like you steal from him. racks of both your shoes line the entry way of the apartment, collection of mugs a sudden birthday tradition that will go on for as long as you’re alive.

you lived in his mind like you lived in the plants around the house. or the posters you’d put on the walls. and he lived in your mind with gaming consoles and photos of you hung up that he had taken, loved and forever cherished; thriving in the memory of you and how much he loved you then and how much he loves you now.

jungkook had tried to find a better word.

hours spent laying in bed, with your head on his chest, moon spilling into the room as he mulls over the thought of you.

how he likes how warm you are, how he likes sharing this space with you. that he’s glad he’s found you, grateful that you exist within the same time line as him.

your silly little stories of a wonderful sweet sort of love filling his own mind— because maybe you really were crafted for one another. and even if he forgets three simple words, the both of you know love lives within the sphere of your existence.

because maybe that’s what the both of you are when you’re together. maybe even in those moments you’re apart. perhaps you’re the epitome of the word love and that’s why all the silent ‘i love yous’ equal more than words ever will

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts #jungkook imagine #jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook fic #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts x reader #bts non idol au

[yanderenightmare]

Shigaraki Tomura

TW: NSFW, boob-fetish

fem reader

No, because in my head Tomura is all about the tits. 

All about playing with them – grabbing them and squeezing in greed but also in playful pinches and twists – even just by steadily holding them while they bounce for him – feeling their warm plushness between his fingers or in his mouth when he sucks on them. 

They’re always blooming from his suckling and left glossy with his spit – so tender and sore he has to buy you soothing gel – giddy when he’s applying it – the cool creamy lotion making your nipples bud all perky and sensitive at his touch. 

Titties are just so cute. It doesn’t matter what size. It’s the suppleness that has him hooked – and how you let out those all too kittenish mews when he handles them – those pretty little moans he feels inclined to lick off your face. 

You can wear his shirt all you like, but when he sees those sweet little nips of yours poke the fabric – as though begging for his attention – you can’t keep him from throwing you down on the bed, his hand lifting and bunching the tee up over your chest with his face already pressing kisses all over the soft mounds.

His cock in an acute response, rushing with warmth, getting chubby in his sweats – wanting to feel the doughy flesh for itself. 

They’re such precious things; it makes him pout – tapping his heavy shaft on them, watching them ripple, jiggling from the weight. 

He’s always quickest when rubbing one out on your chest. He doesn’t even need to put it in your mouth. He just spits on the tip and slides it against the pillowy feel of your bust, painting the hills with his cum short moments later.

He even has them as his screen-saver on his computer, plus his lock screen and background picture on his phone – despite it making you pout with embarrassment. And you can bet them both that he shows those pictures off to every single league member. They’re his pride and joy.

Even in chaste ways. He enjoys nuzzling them – eyes closed while cuddling them with his cheek, palming the other one in his hand – often just for fun – before falling asleep. And other times, diving beneath whatever you’re wearing just to hold one of the two – simply for peace of mind. Rubbing your little nipple absentmindedly, with his controller held lazily in the other hand, playing whatever easy game he’s rounded for the umpteenth try in his downtime – asking you to cuddle up and give him head when the relaxation eventually sours to boredom, but always with his hand playing with your chest. 

#yandere shigaraki #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere shigaraki tomura #yandere shiggy #yandere shigaraki x reader #yandere mha #yandere bnha #shigaraki smut #shigaraki thirst #yandere tomura shigaraki #yandere tomura #tomura smut #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki x you #tomura x you