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get you someone who falls asleep on ur shoulder and starts infodumping in their sleep
currently dying at the fact that the last three doctors have died to a big fuck-off laser
tough as nails ᵕ̈ boyfie!msby boys x nail tech!gn reader ˎˊ˗
⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : when you want ⋮⋮ to practice some designs ⋮⋮ and they volunteer them- ⋮⋮ selves as your test dummy !
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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ ik that ' s not really the context of the saying in the title but i couldn ' t think of anything else ! nail pics as with all my other header pics are from pinterest <3 also lmk if you want to see more characters for this prompt bc highkey i loveee looking through nail designs lol ”
︴hinata shōyō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°
this is not this man's first time around some nail polish
natsu used to paint his nails all the time, so he’s so down!
big color inspo from the colors of a classic blue and yellow mikasa volleyball because of his love for the sport (obvi)
howeverrr switching out the yellow for a bit more of an orange hue to go with his hair <3
also!!! some tropical floral designs as an homage to his time in brazil
a super fun vibe for a bright and go-lucky guy :)
when you first take his hand in yours, the tips of his ears start to redden a little bit
"hey shō are your ears alright–?" [you]
"your hands are so soft." [hinata]
"okay, shō." [you] (totally not fighting back a smile)
he's held your hand countless times but for some reason this–you holding his hand so gently and focusing in on it as you start prepping his nail beds–feels so much more intimate
seeing your face as you're so focused on him and his hands makes him blush lowk but good thing you're looking down and can't see how flustered he obviously is
like for someone so talkative, he's silent and almost as attentive as you the whole time and he's not even the one doing the work
you also notice he holds his breath every time you make the nail polish make contact with his nails until you finally lift back up CUTIEEE
“love, you know you can breathe, right?” [you]
“i don’t want to mess you up though! you’re doing so great by the way, babe.” [hinata]
cups your face when his nails are finally set and dry and you can see his eyes dart between your facial features and his nails contrasting against your skin and his smile gets bigger in real time
then he gives you a biggg kiss as a thank you for your hard work
definitely goes to every one of his teammates in the msby locker room his next practice to show them the nails
on tvs, cellphones, laptops and countless other kinds of screens everywhere: the camera following the msby jackals' game whips around to land their sights on hinata shōyō.
ten seconds remain on the clock. the jackals are behind their opponents by the most miniscule handful of points. in a last-ditch effort, atsumu's in place, and in a matter of seconds hinata is already high in the air.
the ball is met with a collision from the redhead's hand and quickly surpasses any of the opposition's lines of defense. an abrasive buzzer blares throughout the area and the msby jackals all start to jump onto one another with screams and yells and high fives in celebration.
"another excellent shot by hinata! what a way for the jackals to clutch this game folks!" a commentator excitedly blabbers.
"let's take another look at that one, shall we?" another accompanying commentator beckons.
time slows on screen during the instant replay–from the moment hinata gets in front of the net, to the moment his feet leave the ground, and especially as his arm is reeled back moments before the winning shot.
the camera takes the liberty of zooming in on hinata’s hand then. it captures the precise moment when his purest love and energy for volleyball surges through his body. the unseen electricity has ricocheted throughout him to finally trail up to his fingertips, adorned with colors that showcase the blend of his identity with the same ball his skin almost adoringly caresses for a second in the eyes on the slow-mo cam footage.
blue and yellow, blue and orange side-by-side in front of thousands and millions of eyes to witness as the ninja shōyō’s manicured hand follows through and pushes that volleyball past the net to bring his team to victory.
︴sakusa kiyoomi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°
as babygirl as sakusa kiyoomi is, black’s just really his vibe i think
not on like some emo shit but the black would go really well with not only his hair but his iconic beauty marks above his eye
speaking of his hair, the cyber tribal chrome kind of sitch kinda alludes to his curls :0
i mean to the rest of the world he’s this stoic and serious guy all the time
but they don't see how he looks at you while you paint the finer details on his nails
or the subtle and soft dopey smile he’s got on as he asks you in lovestruck whispers about your technique, how work's going, what materials you use, etc.
"and... what's this for now?" [sakusa]
"it's to make sure your nails stay nice and strong for whenever you hit your incredible spikes, omi." [you]
"oh, that's definitely important. wouldn't want to skip that." [sakusa] (before you laugh at his little joke and his heart skips a beat and he gives you a quick kiss on the top of your head as you continue to work)
once the nails are finished, he goes to look at them with his fingers clawed–boyishly characteristic of a dude who's never gotten his nails done like this before
you can't help but laugh and he asks what's wrong
"what do you mean i'm looking at them weird?" [sakusa]
"your hands look like when you posed with the msby jackal mascot that one time." [you]
"how else am i supposed to look at them?" [sakusa]
you demonstrate how people normally check out their nails at the salon
and then it delves into a mini hand modeling lesson and many, many, giggles between the two of you as he tries to figure it out
you end up with some new reference pics of his set for any of your future clients, what a supportive boyfriend!
a certain photo is going viral as it makes its rounds online. the photographer who took it had to have known they struck gold capturing this certain moment, and the racking number of likes and comments are only affirmations of that.
it's a professional shot of sakusa kiyoomi mid-game. late-game, actually, as its evident though the state of his appearance in the picture.
visible droplets dot his face and figure, giving his skin and curly hair a certain sheen that proves the dedication he puts into every one of the msby jackals' games. to combat the sweat that's accumulated on himself, it seems like sakusa had absentmindedly reached for the edge of his jersey to act as a substitute for a towel in that particular moment (his expression is clearly focused on nothing but what might've been happening next on the other side of the court net). the muscles that adorn his torso peek out from the action.
and on top of it all–the sweat, the abs, the way the rest of the jersey clings to the rest of his body–the subtle chrome detailing of his nails stand out where his hand tugs the fabric to wipe at the bottom of his face...
and you hadn't even really caught on to this picture online yourself. the only reason you went to look it up for yourself was because of the influx of work emails you had received since the jackals' last win.
the public was vaguely aware you specialized in cosmetics, as sakusa had alluded to now and then in press conferences and interviews. however, it wasn't really until people online started to wonder where your boyfriend got these nails from did google's reverse-image search bring them to the pictures on your profile that you and sakusa took post- his manicure.
to say your clientele grew overnight, would be quite the understatement.
︴miya atsumu ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°
ik the picture is a bit blurry but PLEASE stick with me here yall 🙏 HEAR ME OUT
heavy on that barbie ken atsumu sort of agenda
you ask if he had any colors in mind
and he’s like "y'know what? fuck it. go big or go home."
he knows people might shit on him for having his nails done at his next game so yeah get the most stereotypically “feminine” color you got–just to mess with whatever losers might whine about it
“but... do ya think pink would look good on me y/n?” [atsumu] (AND HE'S KIND OF SHY WHEN HE'S ASKING YOU)
"OF COURSE IT WOULD BABY??" [you]
as you're ducked down working, he misses seeing your face
so he cranes his neck and looks up at you from where his hands are
"hey baby, funny seeing you here." [atsumu]
"tsumu, stay still!" [you]
"sorry angel, just missed lookin' at ya." [atsumu]
in that position, he loves the feeling of you holding his hands and the sensation of the nail polish brush against the top of his fingers so much, that he semi-falls asleep against his forearm as you wrap up
he just feels so much at peace <3
and when you’re done he is definitely giving ken, and that his job is volleyball
and tbh i hc his hair post timeskip isn’t so much piss yellow as ppl joke it was while he was at inarizaki
but that if he stuck through with keeping it blonde for so long he eventually managed to get it professionally done, and with some GODDAMN TONER 😭
i think it’s like a brassy sort of blonde
which looks perfect as an accent to the nails
like pop off regina george!!!!
something endearing about your loving atsumu is he never fails to get you the best seats in the arena whenever you come watch the msby jackals play.
from front row, you can see everything, and in so much detail—the action, the sweat, the tears that goes into each and every matchup the team faces. truly, the experience was leagues above settling for a closer look on any big screen or arena jumbotron. everything was just so much clearer!
but most importantly, you can see your boyfriend. very clearly.
so clearly, in fact, that after a particular great serve to bokuto for a spike that earned the jackals yet another point, you have the luxury of soaking in all the glowing details of atsumu in his element.
the way he clutches his strong fists and yells with joy at the small win, a bit of pink peeking out from the insides of his palms.
how his hands clap and grasp at the hands of his teammates in quick celebratory high-fives that leave streaky blurs of pink trailing behind his excited movements.
when his hand quickly drags over his smiling and glistening face, before carding through his hair—small pink detailings disappearing and reappearing amidst the blonde strands that rest on the top of his head.
by the time all the players on the court are settled back into their places for when the moment the ball will be up in the air once again—anticipation pulsing on both sides of the net—you can even catch as atsumu quickly glances at his nails with a small, blink-and-you’d-miss-it smile.
thankfully, your top-tier seat allows you to catch it. and although he’s smiling at his hands, you know that it’s for your work and by extension, it’s all love for you in that split second before your boyfriend has to lock in again.
when the next ball is served, you find yourself almost falling out of your chair from how far you’re leaning forward to take in as much of your great view as possible.
︴bokuto kōtarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°
MISMATCH IS A MUST
you say the few designs you want to try out and ask him which one you can try on him and he just goes: ALL OF THEM!
(he knows it’ll take longer to do with all the different elements, but that just means he gets to stare at you for longer as you work)
"are you sure? i mean, do you have a color you want in particular? i can tweak them so they all have the same palette." [you]
"nope! cover me with whatever your beautiful mind is envisioning!" [bokuto] (he's jutting his fingers out in front of you and wiggling them around with the biggest grin on his face)
these nails also just fits him as a person because he’s super all over the place and spontaneous so it works it JUST WORKS OK
plus his hair’s literally greyish whitish so it’s like a perfect neutral and blank canvas to accent the color palette
it's one thing having him sit still for an extended amount of time, but having you this close? right in front of him?
how is he not supposed to give your lips a quick kiss now and then
BUT!!! he always goes to double check he didn't mess up the nails every time he pulls back
"kō, the nails are fine! you didn't even move your hands, you're just moving your head to kiss me, silly." [you]
"just making sure, babe! i know this stuff takes a lot of work. plus, i can't really think of what else is happening when i'm kissing you, really." [bokuto] (already going in for another kiss)
you can see in the corner of your eye as you work on your designs that bokuto's nose scrunches up now and then
it's because he's not used to the smell of the nail products you're using
upon completing the whole nail set, he concludes it’s legitimately one of THE COOLEST THINGS anyone’s ever fucking done for him
doesn’t stop staring at his hands in a little bit of awe even after you’re done and chilling on the living room couch, completely oblivious to what's going on on the tv in front of you two
the crowd is going absolutely ballistic. the jackals are in the lead. and your boyfriend, the bokuto kōtarō is up and about to serve.
you watch the arena's big teleprompter with the rest of the spectators as the cameras pan to bokuto.
he has that look on his face–confident and happy playing the sport that runs through his veins. his hand crashes down onto the ball once. wham!
twice. blam!
when the ball comes back up, he grips it between his hands. it's evident even through the screen how his arms tense and pulse. it's like he's revving up.
as everyone hangs off the edge of their seats and keep their eyes glued in anticipation to the broadcasting of bokuto holding that unmistakable combo of blue and yellow–it's impossible to ignore how the ends of his hands glint and reflect the bright overhead lights.
colors of all kinds twitch in excitement against the leather and the star player quickly glances down at the ball, sure, but most definitely also at the intricate art you so graciously blessed his nails with. bokuto's lips crack a smile.
then he's tossing the volleyball up. a loud and powerful smack reverberates throughout the arena. in the blink of an eye the ball whizzes past two of the opposite team's players and the crowd explodes once again as the ball is now rolling on the outskirts of the court across the net.
your boyfriend's chest swells with pride, and his carefully manicured finger darts to point over you in the stands. you cheer even louder for him as he beams a tooth-filled smile your way.
💬 kuroppiii ─ “ oh and i forgot to point out that most of these designs are short and with minimal charms so they don't get in the way of a volleyball player ' s , well ... volleyball playing ! short nail - ers rise up ! ”
Happy Pride Month!
Faust the Crow loves you even more than she did the last 2 years!
bumkeyk: my lil freaks have a nice day . say u promise me ! have a nice day the sun is perfectly shining
AAAAAAAH CHARLIE'S FOOT IS ON FIRE!!!! 🥴😵 😱 😭 🚒 🚑 🚨 🚨
Impeccable matching pfp potential
I can't be the only one here that thinks Yandere-kun looks kinda like Kizami from Corpse Party
dear pagan tumblr:
PRACTICE SAYING THE FOLLOWING THINGS:
“oh! i didn’t know that. thank you for telling me this new information.”
“you’re right, i’m sorry for appropriating this custom.”
“i understand that you disagree on how-to-x, but we practice different traditions, so the way you do x and the way i do x are different.”
“i don’t understand this, could you try to explain further/explain it in more simple terms?”
“hey tumblr, is x okay for me to do according to this tradition, or would it be inappropriate?”
“even though i learned x originally, i see what you’re saying about how it’s problematic, and i’ll try to change accordingly.”
Tragedy! You set out to read a negative review of a piece of media you dislike, only to find that the critic is being completely unfair to it and making a bunch of bad, unsupportable arguments.
My point being
https://youtu.be/hRGQqFfqps0
If you had to ask me what Caustic’s singing voice would be like, for some reason I feel like Patrick Page aka Hades from Hadestown would be a good match for him
My poor future husband is probably out there having to choke himself while he jacks off. Don’t worry king, I’ll be there soon enough.
Me: being slightly offended that Connecticut is labeled as boring.
Also Me: laughing because it’s true.
Googling ” is”…
Don’t worry boo Madney shippers aren’t the annoying ones. It’s the Buddie shippers who have gone rabid who are annoying *and toxic* the people who’s re harassing you about Madney are most likely Buddie shippers who are upset that people are focusing on another ship.
Haha, yeah. I think the funny part is I didn’t even call another ship fandom annoying, I just said we weren’t the most annoying by far so I guess they took that personally. I was just trying to say to everyone in the 911 fandom we should respect each other’s ships and to stop the attacking because it is not okay at all! And yeah, so far I’ve seen Buddie shippers be the toxic ones. Again, to any Buddie shippers who read this, it’s what I’VE seen so far. I also know it’s not all of you and only some, because the people I follow who ship Buddie I’ve seen be nothing but nice with thier posts so far.
DEATH PIT PRELIM #1
Putting yourself first is the only lesson you need to learn in life.
- 191228 / @howisitallinmyhead