new nail art

BREAKING NEWS

akira kurusu definitely drops blunt ass compliments that seem like objective statements to his friends that get them super flustered and even more in love with him

tells ryuji he’s fond of him or refers to him like they’re married

tells ann that she’s fucking mind-blowingly gorgeous and her new perfume or nail art is stunning

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When you are holding on to pure gold…

B L U R R Y F A C E   +   C L I Q U E   N A I L   A R T

“ØH, AND ØN ØUR LAST ALBUM WE THANKED THE HATERS, DISCRIMATØRS, AND PERPETRATØRS, BUT THIS TIME WE DØN’T WANT TØ BECAUSE THEY ACTUALLY HURT ØUR FEELINGS. WE’RE JUST KIDDING, THEY DIDN’T …”

anonymous asked:

:D Hello there! Thank you for your lovely blog <3 May I please request some headcanons or drabbles (your choice!) for bros with a high maintenance fem s/o. Not in the overbearing or mean way, just loves to look pretty with makeup and nail-polish. Wears nice clothes and high heels and doesn't like to touch dirty things.

Sooo, I am terribly clueless on this front so please excuse my ignorance that will clearly come through when I write this up LMAO! I don’t use make-up and I just throw on whatever I can get my hands on in the morning (which is usually smart casual work clothing I’ve ironed the weekend prior to the work week or pyjamas for weekends). Anyways, these should be a nice break from the onslaught of recent angst I’ve been posting xD Thanks for sending in a light hearted request and for enjoying my blog- you are so sweet <3

Tagging: @rubyphilomela, @blindbae, @itshaejinju, @thechocoboexpress and @hypaalicious <3 If anyone wants to be tagged in future posts, let me know via asks/PM and I’ll compile a list LOL :D


Noctis: Noctis doesn’t understand why you are so pre-occupied with your looks. He’s seen you without makeup on more than one occasion and he thinks that the stuff you wear on your face doesn’t really do your natural features justice. But you like experimenting with new foundations, blushes, eye-liners and the like, so because it makes you happy, Noctis doesn’t really express any negativity towards your makeup habit. He is a little wary about your obsession with nail polish only because he absolutely sucks at applying it for you. And because he sucks at applying nail polish, you usually end up using his as your own guinea pig to practice new nail polish art on his own nails. Noctis actually doesn’t mind that you paint his nails, but there have been many incidents where he’s walked into the high council room only to realise he still had little cute sheep painted perfectly onto his strangely perfect manicured nails. His father still laughs about those incidents until this day and you are secretly proud of amusing the King of Lucis to that extent for such an extended period of time.

When you had accompanies Noctis out on his adventure after the fall of Insomnia from the Hunter’s Outpost, Noctis was gobsmacked by how stylishly you dressed even in crisis. Black skinny jeans and a silvery grey loose tank top styled with a studded leather jacket and heeled leather boots with golden buckles. Sure, you looked good but… when Ignis pointed out the impracticality of your outfit, you had argued with Noctis’ advisor to the point that Ignis had to pop a few asprins and Noctis was simply exasperated by your passion for fashion. Noctis admittedly laughed rather loudly when your precious boots got dirtied by a copious amount of basilisk droppings. You were very mad at him for not understanding your distress regarding the matter, but Noctis had made it up to you by pushing aside his princely status and scrubbing at your boots early in the morning, despite his strong reputation as a groggy morning person, as an apology for his insensitivity.

“Hey… you didn’t have to do that.” You whisper quietly, mindful of the other sleeping boys in the tent. Noctis shrugs his shoulders shyly and continues scrubbing.

“I just want you to be happy. I didn’t like it when you cried last night about the boots. I felt like a shitty boyfriend. I’m sorry, y/n.” You accepted his apology with a tender kiss to his cheek. You knew you were high maintenance, but you were eternally grateful that your Noctis was so accommodating to you.


Prompto: Prompto always tells you that you look absolutely adorable without makeup. In fact, he thinks you look prettier without it. You simply shoot him a rather harsh glare and question whether he even appreciates the time and effort you take to look pretty and presentable for him. This admittedly hurts Prompto’s feelings- that’s not what he meant. That’s not what he meant at all! But he doesn’t say a word. He just lets you vent, like the sweet sunshine child he is, and then apologises after you’ve gotten it all out of your system.

Sometimes you use your foundation on Prompto’s freckles, just to see what he would look like without them. He looks way too different and you immediately wipe the makeup off his face and press a kiss to his nose, telling him that he looks perfect the way he is naturally. When he reflects the compliment back to you, you simply avert your gaze and softly deny his words. Prompto knows now to fight you on this. He doesn’t want you to get upset with him. So he simply presses a few kisses to your skin and smiles against your lips, inviting you to make out with him.

One time, Prompto spilled your favourite tub of nail polish all over your carpet floor in your bedroom. That resulted in a rather tense argument which ended in you absolutely seething about his clumsiness on other regards and aspects of life. You stopped venting immediately as soon as you saw the first of his tears fall. You felt terrible. And so, while you never really asked him to handle your nail polish personally, you practiced your nail art on his fingers. Prompto actually likes to help you out in this regard and is happy to take pictures of both your nails and his nails so that you can update your beauty blog with your new creation. He has pretty fingers, and you end up getting more likes for his pictures that for your own! But what makes you happiest is the fact that Prompto likes to spend time with you painting nails and discussing colour and pattern schemes.

Prompto absolutely loathes going shopping with you though. He doesn’t like crowded places, and you always drag him to sales and the like. He’s always stuck holding all your bags too. He doesn’t ever say anything to you in complaint, but you usually figure it out way too late at the end of the day after all the excitement is gone and you and Prompto are finally leaving the shopping mall. His face is clammy and pale and he can’t seem to speak proper sentences because he’s so tired. So you end up taking the bags from your boyfriend before leading him home and taking care of him until he feels more energetic.

Prompto usually ends up taking you on hikes with him, which he adores. You like to spend time with him but hiking always ruins your clothes. You always end up screeching about a grass stain of a really deep dirt stain on your stylish clothes. This usually ends up making Prompto smirk and then bring up the shopping mall incidents, which immediately shuts you up. You go through with the whole hiking thing, and even take a few pictures with Prompto for the memories, but the moment you two get back to your home, you are the first in the shower, much to the amusement of your sunshine boyfriend.

Despite the clashes the two of you have occasionally, you two compromise well and absolutely adore one another. Prompto finds your high-maintenance self both quirky and extremely loveable. And you adore your clumsy, shy boyfriend.


Gladio: Gladio has straight up told you to get rid of the ‘shit’ that you’ve caked onto your face. This occasional statement usually ends in tears on your part, which results in bear hugs from the guilty party (i.e., Gladiolus Amicitia). Gladio always goes on spiels about how you are beautiful in your natural form and how makeup is not good for your skin in the long term. Whenever you state that you’re using foundation to cover up blemishes, Gladio rightfully advises you that maybe the makeup is contributing to your breakouts. You ignore this tidbit of information from your health nut boyfriend and continue to use your makeup because it makes you feel comfortable. Gladio realises that you like to use makeup every day because it boosts your confidence, but he still doesn’t quite understand why you need the confidence boost- he thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous!

Gladio runs for the hills when he spies nail polish bottles. First of all, he doesn’t like the smell of nail polish, it makes him sneeze. Secondly, he always ends up smearing your creations all over his face and skin and even furniture because he always forgets to stay still and let the coats dry off before doing his own thing. You have learned to just Gladio do his own thing as you develop your nail art skills yourself.

Gladio enjoys your sexy fashion sense immensely, but sometimes he grows agitated when you continue to dress rather provocatively out on the field. You become a little bit of a distraction with your low cut tops and your short leather skirts. Sure, you were boy shorts under the skirts, but you’re still showing a lot of skin. You personally feel like the clothes are both fashionable, cute and practical, but Gladio doesn’t like the way he’s caught Noctis, Prompto and EVEN IGNIS (*le gasp Iggy whut?!*) staring at your long legs at the end of a fight.

But that frustration is usually quelled when you end up screaming about getting blood and guts all over yourself. He finds your reactions to grime and dirt extremely amusing, much to your own chagrin. He teases you a lot about your aversion to uncleanliness, even going as far as hugging you every moment he gets when he hasn’t showered in days. You usually just tough it out, despite hating the smell and the grime, and hug him back.

Just because he’s being an ass about it all, doesn’t mean that you don’t love him and want to smother him with affection, after all.


Ignis: Ignis likes that you take care of you appearance- he thinks that it’s a good sign of vigilance and self-care- but there are times when he thinks that you take it a little too far.

Like the time when you spent TWO HOURS getting ready for a casual dinner with friends at the local diner. Ignis had almost sent you back to your room, demanding you change your over the top cocktail dress for a simple ensemble of jeans and a tshirt, but he stopped himself just in time when he realised just how radiant and confident you looked in your outfit. He’d held his tongue then and just sighed, gesturing for the door and watching you saunter out in your killer red heels, your hips swaying confidently as you walked.

And that other time when you painted his nails while he was asleep. He had rubbed at his cheek, feeling a little itchy, only to have smeared hot pink and bright orange nail polish on his skin. You had found it hilarious, but Ignis just looked incredibly tired. Ignis, however, was surprisingly good at painting your nails. So after some trial and error, you and Ignis had decided that Wednesday evenings would be your nail art day, where Ignis would fool around with your nail paints and make your nails look adorable and pretty for the rest of the coming week. Like his cooking, his nail art skills were AMAZING. He even managers to draw the Lucian crest onto your nails during one of your Wednesday sessions, which was impressing considering he only used a very sharp toothpick to make the designs on your finger nails.

Ignis doesn’t like that you aren’t very practical with your clothing on the field. Sure, he likes that you want to look well-presented wherever you go, but the blazer jacket and pencil skirt you insisted on wearing with nude stockings was absolutely not ideal at all out on the field. In fact, the moment you had ended up ripping your skirt and stockings while you were trying to run from a rather angry nest of Hundlegs, Ignis had refused to patch them up for you when you had arrived to camp. Instead, he handed you a pair of black leggings, some protective knee pads and a dark green tunic top with tribal patterns on the sleeves.

“I am NOT wearing that Iggy.”

“Then continue to wear your impractical threads- it is of little concern to me. I like the rugged look on you, it’s different.” You catch the humour in his tone and you huff in defeat, snatching the new clothes from Ignis and changing into them behind some shrubbery. When you emerge yet again, you pout and wrap your arms around Ignis’ waist.

“You’re mean.” You whine.

“Only because I love you. And I want you to be both comfortable and safe.”

You sigh and press a kiss onto his freckled neck.

“Fine. You win. Love you too, Iggy.”