reflective nails

anonymous asked:

Character prompts with: blond hair, horns, acquatic and/or flower shop

sure thing,

🌊 Their hair came down to curl around their waist, bangs flopping into their eyes in an irritating manner. They blew a stream of air upwards in hopes of clearing their vision, but they watched as the strands returned to the original position.

🌊 Her eyes were covered in blue eye-shadow to reflect her nature, in a secret manner, and she got plenty of compliments as she tended to her flowers.

🌊 His finger twirled a strand of his blond hair around his fingers, waiting patiently for his customer to expand on the bouquet they wanted. 

🌊 Everyday, after they finished up at the flower shop, they would slip down the beach and into the water.

🌊 Her horns curled so far back that they were almost hidden by her blond hair.

🌊 They held up their hand to examine their newly painted nails, reflecting the iridescent colors of their tail, hidden away. 

🌊 He scrubbed a hand down his horn, checking for damages. When he found none, he sighed in relief. 

🌊 The waters were stormy that day, so they camped under the awning of a local flower shop, surrounded by the flowers’ scents. 

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The Story Of A Girl Who Has A Crush On A Cute Cashier

“It’s okay, you can do this, talk to her. She’s just a girl. Just a gal. Like you. There’s nothing weird about this. She’s human, you’re human. Everything should be fine.” I whispered to myself until I noticed what I was doing and stopped. I approached the front desk and looked at the cute cashier.

I only gave her a glance but it was enough to see what I wanted to see. I saw her beautiful neon blue hair, her adorable freckles and her pink eyes. I saw the little chub to her cheeks and I saw the smirk on her face as she played a game on her phone while waiting for customers. I saw enough to know I was in love.

“Hello.” I said, and my voice cracked. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. I put down my things on the counter and remained quiet.

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Pink lips, selfie in the mirror by Julia Panther
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Happy weekend!! I painted this set using @redcarpetmanicure’s Twerk-quoise for the @nailchamp battles but it didn’t make the cut! 🔪!! I used charms from my February @goscratchit Monthly Mani Kit and a pineapple charm from @skylinebeautysupply 🍍!! I’m honestly more mesmerized by the reflection on the nail than the design itself 🔮 the background is my carryall pouch from @society6

Pairing: Neal Caffrey x Reader

Word Count: 2,595 words

Theme Song: I Found - Amber Run (Such a great song!)

Request: Can you do like a really fluffy Neal imagine please? Like maybe where you think you’re not pretty enough or skinny enough for him and he admits he likes you and cuddles ensue… Love your blog and you!!!! Xx

A/N: Wow! I think this is my favourite one-shot out of all the one-shots/drabbles/prompts that I’ve written so far (which, granted, isn’t that many). I don’t know why but I totally put myself into this one and it came out great. My mind is so weird sometimes. I also recommend listening to the theme song while reading this because it’s what helped me write this. Thanks, and I hope it’s alright!

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The night was dark and blustery. Ice-like snow pellets whipped across the barren streets and tapped incessantly against the glass of the café window. With a sigh, you shuffled in the booth, hands tightening around your mug of tea.

You hated the cold. You hated the way it ripped at trees and left them bare; the way it bit at your skin, leaving behind cracks and imperfections. You already had enough imperfections to last you a lifetime — you didn’t need more.

Especially when you were dating Neal Caffrey — ex-con and freaking sex on legs.

Sighing again, you dropped your head and stared into your tea. The milk swirled and danced in the mug, resembling an evanescent nebula. You found some part of you wishing that you could be as beautiful as the stars — as pure as those balls of fire surrounded by an ever-changing canvas of obsidian.

Honestly, what did Neal see in you?

Your gaze slid down to your nails, your cracked nail polish reflecting your mood. Frowning, you released your mug to pick at them, only to stop when you heard another body slide into the booth opposite of you. Before you could look up, a piece of lemon loaf slid into view, cut into two even halves.

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Drabbles by Susan

Sad. I’m sad. You’re sad. The world’s sad. I’m sorry.


Hundreds of tapestries hung around her, dyed various colors and embroidered with delicate patterns. As they hung up and aired out, the breeze blew them gently from side to side. They were all made of silk and of the finest quality, but no one would ever buy one. Oh no. No one could live with themselves if they bought something from that monster.

She flexed her hand, opening and closing her fists. Her sleek, chitinous nails reflected the light of the sun with every movement. They poked at her palms like claws, just sharp enough to be uncomfortable but not with enough pressure to break the skin. Her long lashes fluttered over her sea-green eyes that were now cast downwards. Her carapace, still new, still uncomfortable, grew hot as it soaked in the sun’s rays. Her many legs clacked against the stone pavement, her face flinching uncomfortably with every step, every harsh noise that her appendages made on the ground.

“How could anyone ever love someone like you?” the taunts echoed in her mind. Arachne brought her hands up to her face, digging her fingers into the soft skin of her cheeks. She hissed an exhale of frustration through her teeth, fighting her inner torment.

A small spider crawled up on her arm just as the first tears began to fall hot down her face and she lashed out in anger, thrusting the poor creature off of her arm as it careened into a wall and splattered. Arachne recoiled, her hand coming over her mouth as she gasped, and her face turned melancholic once again.

“I’m sorry…” she sobbed quietly. “All I wanted was to be better.”