#manicures

OP: I make a living doing manicures for BJD dolls—some even smaller than a single grain of rice. (cr 一只皮卡球)

THE MONTH BEFORE ;

❤︎ plan how i wanna celebrate my birthday

❤︎ start making a birthday gift wishlist

❤︎ start moodboarding and brainstorming ideas to make my day as magical as possible for me

THE WEEK BEFORE ;

❤︎ birthday photoshoot! plus add the birthday photos into my birthday album on my phone

With how I always want my nails painted, and given the time and my own identity, you know I had to

(from Lucifer to Satan )

Lucifer :

Mammon:

Levi :

Satan :

~Squiggily's Choice~

And with that, we've arrived to the last of the Puffs! Gotta finish strong, so I went with my old love AmaGuji! I just really love them your honor kjarjkeajkrjekjrk Thank you all again for participating with me during this event! It was so, so much fun!

“Hey…” Rantaro leaned forward on the desk, coming into Korekiyo’s view. “Can I paint your nails?”

“....” The anthropologist blinked, part of him surprised by the request and part of him getting momentarily lost in how long his lashes were. “May I ask why?”

“You’re rewrapping your hands.” He nodded to his bare hands. “Your fingers look awfully lonely- wouldn’t they want to match mine?” He stuck out his own hands, showing the teal green color expertly applied.

“No one would see it.”

“It can be our little secret.” The way he said it, followed by that cheeky wink. Korekiyo was thankful for the mask hiding his sudden blush. “So..?”

“Very well.” He’d be lying if he said the idea didn’t appeal. Rantaro let out a soft whoop before reaching beneath him, producing a box of nail-care. “You had that on you the entire time?”

“I knew you’d say yes.” He took Korekiyo’s hand within his own, inspecting them carefully. “You bite your nails?” He smiled when the other looked away. “I see why you wrap them up. Don’t worry- I’ll clean them up nice for you.”

“You really don’t have to-”

“Hush. I’m the artist here.” He went to work, neatening up his cuticles and filing down any stray edges. Korekiyo took this time to really look at Rantaro, from the roots of his moss green hair to the gleam of his piercings- to the perfect shape of his nose, his brows- his smiling lips.

“Like what you see?” Rantaro grinned, revealing a dimple. Oh. It seemed he’d fallen for him all over.

“The view is rather lovely.” No point denying it. Especially after seeing the rare dusting of color form on Rantaro’s cheeks. He cemented that look to memory.

“There we are.” Rantaro sat back up, smiling proudly at his work. “Do you like them?”

Korekiyo looked at his manicure, his heart warming at the reality he and Rantaro would match for some time. “I do. Thank you, Amami.”

“Heh, I should thank you. Painting nails is such a treat for me. Oh, wait- there’s something there…” Korekiyo looked at his fingers in confusion, only for Rantaro to gently take his chin in his hand, making him look up. Without any warning, he pressed his lips against his masked mouth, a quick little peck.

“Got it.” Rantaro scrunched his nose at him with love, and then he was off. Korekiyo sat there stunned, the bandages for his hands momentarily forgotten as his mouth set ablaze. He slowly reached up to touch his lips, heart accelerating a mile a minute.