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Nail Magic

Originally posted by anchosixx

To begin with nail magic, pick a color that matches your intent (or infuse your intent with the color you want):

*Green - wealth, luck, prosperity

*Yellow - joy

*Purple - creativity

*Black - banishing, protection

*White - protection

*Pink - love, harmony

*Red - passion, courage

And so on!

If color is all you want, stop there and have fun with those cute nails~ But you can also add:

*Sigils

*Glitter for joy or power; to enhance the color’s magic

*Polka dots for joy, fun, excitement 

*Stars to connect with space; attention-grabbing, beauty

*Stripes to aid the movement of energy; to add another color to add another intent

*Flowers/nature to connect with the Earth; beauty, growth

You can also enchant nails that you put on with your wanted correspondence(s)!

anonymous asked:

after school pls!

kahi:
fashionable business suits, getting advice, feeling comforted and taken care of, lillies, baby blankets, red wine

jungah:
nice silver jewelry, sports cars, freshly painted nails, the comforting feeling of a hug, walking a red carpet

jooyeon:
pretty laughs, eye smiles, swimming, jeans and a nice white t-shirt, tattoos, bangs

bekah:
plumeria, french manicures, beaches with crystal clear waters, sunny days, school uniforms, sprite

uee:
denim, neutral-colored lipsticks, wallpapers, off-the-shoulder shirts, yoga instructors

raina:
red lipstick, sundresses, pretty hairstyles, tiaras, ponytails, starry nights, butterflies, blushing cheeks

nana:
long legs, dark neutral colors, interior decoration, nice smile, holding hands, black boots, short pencil skirts, “looks can be deceiving”

lizzy:
cotton candy, fishtails, pastel colored jeans, pink, polka dots, orange, metallic eyeshadows

e-young:
mermaids, fields of flowers, yellow, daisies, bright colored jeans, converse, cats, pastel blue

kaeun:
eye smiles, sundresses, photo shoots, shyness, books, disney world, stripe patterns

Send me an idol/group and I’ll tell you what I associate with them. [x]

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Have you ever wanted beautiful, floral nails but didn’t have the budget to go get it done, or the patience to do it yourself? Well, today we bring you a super easy, lazy way to make them yourself, in no time!

You’ll need nail polish (suggested: base and top coat, jade, pink, peach, white, and green), a cotton swab, and nail polish remover.

Step 1. Apply a transparent base coat so that your nails won’t turn yellow, and to make your design last a little longer.

Step 2. Apply your base color, in this case we chose jade.

Step 3. Make uneven, imperfect polka dots. We used pink for this.

Step 4. Now make “G” shapes with a different color. We used peach.

Step 5. With a light color, apply to spots at opposite ends to give your flowers a bright, shimmery effect.

Step 6. Now use green to make the leaves, try to make two per flower. 

Step 7. Let them dry for at least 30 minutes and then apply your transparent top coat for a longer effect.

Step 8. Use a cotton swab with nail polish remover to get rid of the mess.

And you’re done! Wasn’t that easy?

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fa-nart  asked:

So I have a headcannon that all the creatures Luna talks about are like Tharestrals (sorry if that's bad spelling) where only certain people (or via certain things like Luna's glasses) are how you can see them.

I love this headcanon. This is a delightful headcanon. I’m not sure if you’re asking for a drabble from this or if you’re just making conversation, either of which is lovely. But I’m going to give you a drabble anyway :)


If you asked almost anyone worth asking, they would tell you that the centre of activity in wizarding Britain was not the Ministry of Magic. Not Diagon Alley, nor the smoke and coffee filled writing rooms of The Daily Prophet—not even Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

No, if you asked anyone worth asking, they would tell you that the epicentre—the very beating heart of Great Britain’s magical community—was a ramshackle farmhouse several stories high and half held up with stilts in a field just outside the sleepy English village of Ottery St Catchpole. Very few of the people worth asking, of course, could tell you how to find this curious dwelling, and not even those who could would. But anyone who was anyone could tell you this much: the house in question was called The Burrow.

Now anyone who had visited The Burrow might tell you that there was a large and lovely tree in the back garden, just before the dry stone wall that separated the house’s land from the tall grasses of the field beyond. They might also inform you that the tree was in fact a Cherry tree—not an Ornamental Cherry, but one that bore succulent and delicious fruit year after year, and was picked from by the numerous children who ran bare foot through the house, giggling and covered in sticky red juice that the wild-haired matron of The Burrow would cry out in horror at, flicking at the children with a dish-cloth until they ran, giggling still, to the sink in order to wipe themselves clean.

Yes, anyone who knew The Burrow well could tell you about the Cherry tree, about the sugar-sticky youngsters and the exasperated red-head who would bake the fruit into delicious, crumbly Madeira cakes for her children and grandchildren to steal.

But there was only one person who might be able to tell you (though if you asked her she would most likely smile and walk away) that late on a summer’s evening, there was no more beautiful place from which to watch the setting sun than from high up the branches of that grand old Cherry tree, and her name was Luna Lovegood. 

Now unlike queries about The Burrow, to which there was only one answer to be had, questions about Luna Lovegood might result in a hundred different answers, ranging from tranquil smiles to great heaving sighs of exasperation, or even dismissive sneers. Luna, for her part, was used to the sneers, and minded them little. She needed no-one else to affirm her convictions, as they were her convictions after all, and so long as she had the courage of them, all was well.

Many of those who knew Luna well, as much as one could know one such as Luna well, might if asked after her respond with fond smiles and softly shaken heads. They might tell you that Luna had—had always had—a habit of allowing her wild and endlessly bold imagination to run away with her. They might say that she spoke often of strange creatures that did not in fact exist.

Were they to say this, of course, they would be wrong. They would be perfectly sound in maintaining that she saw things that others did not, but their error was in assuming from this that such things were not real. The truth of the matter is that Luna could see such things because she was special.

Luna would disagree. She would say that most anyone would be able to see just as she did were they to open their minds and open their hearts. Luna was a modest girl, and generous in her view of others. No, Luna’s sight was not so clear because of the openness of her mind and heart (though you would not find a mind or heart more open anywhere, that much is true): it was because she had a Gift.

Were you to ask Muggles of the Fair Folk, they might say things like ‘Pixie’ or ‘Goblin’, ‘Troll’ or ‘Elf’. They would, as Muggles often are about such things, be mistaken. Such creatures might be seen by anyone—even a Muggle, were they to cross paths—while the Fair Folk might not.

A whole other world, you see, lives beside our own, and in it exist a great many wondrous things. In it live Faeries, Sprites, Nymphs, Imps, Alven, Brownies, Dryads, Kelpie, Devas, Selkies and hundreds, thousands more who bare no names.

Luna Lovegood could see them all. She often took High Tea with the bolder and more inquisitive of the Seelie Court, feasting on the dew of early morning grass from folded leaves and delicate flowers found growing only in the Fairy Kingdoms hidden from prying human eyes. She gently warded away Wrackspurts, who were not cruel but had little concept of ownership and thus were prone to pinching things. She wore radish earrings so that the Nargles might have something to feast on (for the Nargles are very keen on Raddishes) and in return they did not nest in her brain. She left out saucers of cream and honey for the Brownies who lived around her home, and they would sneak in quietly at night, shy as they were, and help around the house, cleaning dishes, sweeping floors and mending clothes. When she walked in the woods, as she so often did, she had little need of shoes , for Nymphs would skip about her ankles and clear the way of anything sharp that might hurt her. In return she planted trees and woody plants anywhere she could, much to their delight. Luna could swim in any lake or river she pleased with no fear of growing cold: the Sprites would warm the water around her, playfully splashing and providing her with air so that she might swim along the bed for as long as she pleased.

And Luna, a young woman whose kindness and gentility knew no bounds, would never admit to having favourites: she loved them all, these creatures seen by her and her alone. But in her heart of hearts, she knew that her favourite creatures of all were the Cherry Blossom fairies who lived in the tree behind The Burrow, which she visited so often. When children came, bright eyed and full of laughter, to the tree, the tiny flower fairies would carefully bless each cherry they touched, leaving their parents to marvel at how they never picked a single imperfect fruit. When Molly Weasley became distracted by the clamour of her life and the Madeira cake in the oven slipped her mind, they would hum softly in her ear and tug gently at her clothes, guiding her back to her cooking and reminding her without her ever knowing they did so. And when Luna oh-so-carefully climbed up through the branches of their home and settled themselves their to watch the sunset, they would line the branches and watch with her, single gentle songs of warm days and flowers in the trees, of children playing and of growing things as she opened up a large pink napkin with white polka dots, the same colours as the flowers of their tree, and feed them crumbs of cherry Madeira cake that she had stolen from the kitchen. 

And one day, after she had been climbing the tree to eat cake and watch the sun set in the sky with her fairy friends, she climbed the tree accompanied. The boy’s hair was sun-kissed and his skin tanned from hours in the sun. He wore no shoes,and the space under his short nails was crammed with dirt. 

And on that day, the Queen of the Cherry blossom fairies hummed and darted away, returning to the pair on the branch with a single cherry clasped by the stem in her tiny hand. And when, to his eyes supported by nothing, that cherry was delivered to his waiting hand, the boy did not start or make exclamations of disbelief. 

Neville Longbottom simply smiled and, very quietly, said thank-you.

And when the fairies of that grand old cherry tree hummed, children laughing on the ground bellow and the scent of Madeira cake drifting on the warm evening wind from the kitchen window, Luna Lovegood knew that they were saying ‘Yes. This boy is good. He is the one.’

And on another day, a few short years and many long, hot summer days later, Luna would dress in white, with no shoes, for she did not need them. Beneath that cherry tree the Nymphs cleared paths for her feet, the Fairies offered the fruits and flowers of their kingdom, the Sprites splashed gently in the pond, and the fairies of the Cherry tree laid a crown of blossoms on her head as she took Neville’s hand and smiled as they exchanged wings of twisted willow and each took a seed from the tree, vowing to plant them where they themselves made roots, knowing well that together they could only grow.



Right. That turned out not to be so much of a drabble as a fairytale? I just love Luna. I love her and I love Neville and I love fairies, so… here :) I hope this makes you smile. 
@fa-nart 

My Love for Him, His Love for Her (Ch. 1)

I heard Minseo’s phone ringing and as soon as she picked up, her eyes widened and she quickly ran into her room and slammed the door shut behind her. My mind took a minute to process what just happened. I just decided to shrug it off and continue what I was doing. I was sitting in the living room of our dorm with my laptop on my lap and my phone in my hands. I didn’t quite hear what she was talking about but suddenly the door opened with a screaming and jumping Minseo. She was just jumping up and down and all I could hear was her screaming

“HE’S COMING! HE’S COMING!!!”

“who? who is coming” I asked annoyed with her screams

“HE!!! JUNGKOOK!!! HE’S COMING TO SEOUL TO VISIT!!!” she continued to scream

“oh, him? that childhood friend of yours who you keep talking about?”

“YES!! HIM!! HE’S COMING!!” she kept screaming the same line “he’s coming”

“okay, I got it! just calm down! jeez” I told her completely annoyed with her screaming

She took a deep breath to calm herself down a little as she sat down on the couch next to me. I could see the tears of joy in her eyes.

“I just can’t believe it Jihye! I finally get to see him after such a long time!” Minseo said as she was wiping her tears away. I gently pat her back and smiled

“I’m happy you get to see your long lost lov- I mean your childhood friend” I coughed holding in my laughter. She looked at me and punched my arm playfully, but then she looked down at the floor. Her cheeks turned bright pink

“I-i don’t l-love him!” she stumbled at her words

“oh come on! we both know how much you like him!”

“h-how?!”

“ever since you kept talking about him and all the memories you had with him when you were kids all day! and that’s ever since we met, so that’s about two and a half years” I smirked as I watched her cheeks grew redder and her eyes widened

“ah-ha I don’t know what you’re talking about” she forced a laughter

“sure you do!” I smirked

“j-just drop it already” she looked away flustered

“as you wish m'am” I laughed playfully

Yup, that’s my typical Minseo. An excitable, emotional, and outgoing girl whom I spent two and a half years of my life with. I still clearly remember the day we met..

-flashback-

“u-um hello! my name is Kim Jihye, a new transfer student, nice to meet you!” I bowed my head to the lady at the front desk “I’ve been told that Mrs. Min will be showing me my dorm room-”

“aah so it’s you~ the new transfer student.” she cut me off “Yes I’m Mrs. Min and I will be showing you your room” she smiled and signaled me to follow her “this way please” I followed her into a hallway. The walls were all made out of glass and the scenery was beautiful! You could barely see the street as it was covered with deep green trees. The green scenery made a calm and relaxing atmosphere which I loved! We took turns and finally arrived at a door ‘room 107’.

“here we are!” Mrs. Min took out a key and opened the door. “go in! take a look!” she said excitedly. As I stepped into the room, I realized that it was much bigger that I imagined it would be. There were two bedrooms, a huge living room and a kitchen.

“oh? do we have a guest?” I heard someone giggling as I was exploring the room. I turned back and met a girl with a long brown curly hair. her skin was fair and she had on a pink dress with white polka dots.

“oh hey Minseo! this is Kim Jihye, your new roommate” Mrs. Min explained. The girl smiled brightly as she approached me and let out her hand for a handshake

“I’’m Choi Minseo but you can call me Minseo. Nice to meet you!” she introduced herself and I shook her hand

“and I’m Kim Jihye, I go by Jihye or Jiji” I smiled back

“awe that’s a cute name, Jiji” she giggled. She was really girly and cute. She had her nails done, her hair was in neat and perfect curls, and her high heels were at least two inches tall. and there was me with a black oversized t-shirt and dark jeans, my hair was in a messy bun and with absolutely no makeup on.

“t-thanks” I smiled awkwardly and looked down to hide my embarrassment

“well it seems you two get along pretty well!” Mrs. Min interrupted “I shall now leave, wish you both have a wonderful time together~” she waved and left the room. The room was silent for a few minutes until Minseo spoke up

“let’s be friends, shall we?” she giggled and held up her pinky. I looked up at her surprised but then held my own pinky “sure!” we both giggled and then she helped me decorate my room and get my stuff out of the boxes..

-end of flashback-

“so when are you going to see him?” I asked while looking at my laptop screen, never looking up at her

“oh no you’re going with me!” Minseo said as she stood halfway between living room and her room, looking at me

“ME? WHY SHOULD I GO?” I asked as I finally looked up at her, annoyed with the fact that I always had to go with her to places she wants to go

“he said he wants to meet you too, since me being the angel that I am, told him all the good stuff about you. so you’re going with me miss” she said as she crossed her arms

“but-”

“no buts! the day after tomorrow, at 1:00pm at the usual cafeteria” she cut me off

Oh man.. why do I need to go? I just found this new kdrama that I was planning to watch on my sweet weekend. Besides, Jimin said he wanted to go watch a movie together. Ugh life really sucks doesn’t it?         

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POLKA DOT PAISLEY - P.O.T.W. - N.Y.C. - polyester pink

  • N.Y.C. - polyester pink
  • Sinful Colors - let’s talk + skylark
  • L'Oreal - royalty reinvented
  • Sally Hansen - white on + black out
  • Essie - go overboard + naughty nautical
  • Purple pearl cabochons

This is the third look using N.Y.C. - polyester pink. Visit the CHALLENGES -> P.O.T.W. page for more nail art and swatches.