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gottastim · 8 months

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godessacrylicsanddips on ig

#glitter #nail powder #stim #sensory #satisfying #mypost #mygifs #cosmetics #stars #acrylic powder #nail art #swatch #fast gif

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beautypink101 · 1 year

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I'm in love ♡

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ainawgsd · 2 years

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Broke out the nail powder this afternoon. My nails are so shiny...and I am covered in glitter!

#nails #nail polish #nail powder #probably going to add some stamping #but i havent decided what yet #aurora powder over a dark purple base coat

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ofchanelandcoffee93 · 1 year

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Nail Inspo

Which is your favorite?

#luxury fashion #fashion inspo #designer fashion #fashion #outfit ideas #nail ideas #luxury nails #nailsnailsnails #acrylic nails #nail powder #nail polish #nail painting

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millennialskin · 13 days

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The Hidden Dangers: Toxins in Dip Powder Nails

Dip powder nails have surged in popularity for their long-lasting finish, vibrant color options, and perceived ease of application compared to traditional acrylics or gel polishes. However, beneath their glossy exterior, certain types of dip powders contain chemicals that can pose significant health risks. It’s essential for consumers and professionals alike to understand what substances may be…

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#beauty #cyanoacrylate #dip nail powder #formaldehyde #health #mani pedi #manicure #methyl methacrylate #millennial #MMA #nail #nail health #nail powder #pedicure #skincare #toxic nail polish #toxins

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misadoesnails · 1 year

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Chrome has my heart 💗

#natural nails #nailinspiration #nailinspo #nail powder #chrome #shiny #obssessed

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treasure4nails · 1 year

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#Nail Powder #nail art designs 2022 #nail art designs

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womenslive · 2 years

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Dip Powder Your Nails Perfectly At Home!

#tmblr #tumblrgram #tumblrs #tumblraesthetic #tumblrfeed #tumblrpost #dip powder #dip powder nails #dip nails #nail powder

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becca-e-barnes · 5 months

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There's just something about CEO Bucky being a secret Sub that's really appealing to me tonight

Your heels hardly make any sound at all as you cross the carpeted hotel room floor, letting the door click shut behind you.

"It's good to see you. It's been too long." You're only half listening to the man in front of you, choosing instead to find a spot for your bag and fix your hair after the short walk up the street to the hotel.

"It's been far too long." You agree, turning to face him. Fuck, he looks good. His crisp, white shirt has the top button undone, his tie draped over the back of the chair. His black dress trousers look quite uncomfortable now but you don't dwell on it. He won't be wearing them too much longer anyway.

His hair is sitting perfectly and he's clearly shaved earlier that morning. He looks fucking fantastic but as much as you need to feel some control over him, you need to start with having control over yourself.

You take a second to lean over and give him a gentle kiss, your lips barely brushing his. It's gentle and tender but saturated in barely restrained lust.

It's hard not to let this devolve; to let his hands wander over your body, to let your tongue glide against his and your fingers curl in the short hair at the top of his neck. You're hungry for him and you know he shares your desperation but a when you've waited this long, what's a few more minutes?

"You look beautiful." He smiles, his eyes darting from your lips, back up to meet your eyes again. He's so gentle with you; so wonderfully considerate of your needs and desires. He always has been but tonight, you know he needs the release you're going to offer him.

You stand up, shrugging your long coat off, laying it carefully on the chair off to the side of the bed, leaving you in only a dark leather set and your heels.

"Jesus Christ." You hear him whisper and if that didn't make you feel powerful, the weight of flogger in your hand that you slipped out of your bag certainly does.

"I want you..." You begin, crossing the space once again, marvelling in the entirety of that statement. "To take all this off. And then I want you to get on your knees for me. Can you do that?"

It's nice to make a man like this feel small, knowing that's what he wants too. His head nods excitedly, his fingers busy undoing the buttons of his shirt while you cup his stiffening cock through his trousers.

"Good." You're practically purring, heat blossoming between your legs at the eagerness of this brilliant, intelligent, capable man to hand his ability to think over to you.

Once he's naked, he places himself neatly on his knees on the carpet and you enjoy wrapping his own tie around his head, securing it over his eyes.

His cock juts beautifully out from his body, erect and begging for attention that neither of you want to give it just yet.

"Now." You tease, positioning yourself at the edge of the bed beside him, guiding his face to your spread thighs. "I want you to put that pretty mouth to good use. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yes." He whispers between kisses to the soft insides of your thighs and you know in his head he's waxing poetic about the heat of your skin under his lips.

The tips of the flogger trail up his back, gently tickling his skin before you flick your wrist and make them strike his back.

"Talk isn't what I'm looking for." You remind him, your fingers in his hair guiding his head to your cunt.

He laps eagerly, moaning pathetically at the taste of your arousal, flicking your clit and sliding his tongue into your entrance like this is all he's ever needed.

"Traffic light safe word system." You remind him, trailing the tips of the flogger up his back again. "Or just don't disappoint me and we won't need to use it."

#becc'a thots #becca writes spice #ceo!bucky smut #sub!bucky #subby!bucky #this REALLY scratches an itch for me #I got a cool new nail chrome powder and I'm so excited to try it #I did 14 hours in the coffee shop yesterday and the only thing keeping me going was the thought of this nail powder #it really is the little things rn

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gottastim · 1 month

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godessacrylicsanddips on ig

#green #glitter #stim #sensory #satisfying #mypost #mygifs #holographic #nail powder #acrylic powder #swatch #cosmetics #holo #hands free #handsfree

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aquilae-stims · 10 months

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#stim #visual stim #stimboard #mine #red #pink #bordeaux #burgundy #makeup #cosmetics #no hands #slow #glitter #paint mixing #nail polish #lipstick #powder #aesthetic

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heartnosekid · 10 months

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deathvalleynails on ig

#stim #stimboard #nail polish #paint mulling #sfw #magenta #pink #red #silver #white #glitter #sparkly #color shifting #paint #powder #mixing #pouring #ishy gifs #postish

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ofchanelandcoffee93 · 1 year

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Floral mail Inspo.

Follow for folow

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lpsstim · 9 months

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134) LPS 2406 for @/atomiicos! X x X x O x X x X

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revelisms · 9 months

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A few Arcane HCs I haven't quite gotten to in my fics, but have been running in the background while I'm writing:

Jinx's and Vi's dad was an inventor: clever as a fox, boisterous and sly, smoker's gravel on his words. He sang when he drank, and he got angry: at himself, at the ceaseless cycle of working the mines, at a world he felt trapped in. He did his best, though. He was loving and kind, always driving ahead: vowing to make promises the world wouldn't let him keep. Powder (Bluebird, he'd call her) was his little girl. They'd tinker together when she was very young. She doesn't remember him much, but she misses him. Mirrored against Vi, against Vander, against Silco, is always Papa.

Jinx has her own routines with Dustin, Ran and Lock. When she first came into their crime posse, the three of them held her at arm's length, skittish at venturing too close to the boss's ward. Slowly, though, they all took her under their wings. Dustin taught her how to throw knives, and how to dance—not gracefully, of course, but lively, freed, fun. Ran taught her how to sharpshoot, and how to cook steamed sweet-doughs with her favorite fruits. Lock taught her how to throw a punch, and how to strum a folk-fiddle pretty enough to make it sing. She's closest to Dustin. He doesn't talk much, not sincerely, but there's a lot they can relate to. If she ever needs someone to sit with, he's her second-choice. They'll sit at the bar together, prattling over their music and painting designs on their nails.

Silco has tattoos—several, in fact. Most are hidden beneath his clothes. Jinx and Sevika both have caught glimpses, when his sleeves are rolled up. On his left arm is a leviathan that cords its finned tail from the inside of his elbow to a set of gaping jaws over his shoulder. A painter's dozen litter his back: patterned motifs, a sweeping snake of sea-kelp, death's-head moths split by glistened daggers, a devilish star. Hidden on the underside of his right arm is a sliver of ink: a bleeding eye caged between fanged teeth. Most others have been smattered with scars, over the years: bullet wounds, knife slashes, shrapnel.

Sevika occupies a rare state of limbo among their crew. She's seen flavors of vulnerability Silco has bared to no other, and has laid down her shields, in turn. One would be unwise to call them lovers—their tastes in all things, down to preferred partners, skews polar opposite. But they have weathered similar hells, and know how to navigate them. Silco knows that she will cry when her rage burns out, and only then: a Vesuvius that takes years to boil up and over. Sevika knows that dragging a hand over Silco's nape, palming slowly into the dark quills of his hair, will make him jitter on his feet: a conflated snap-reaction of hackles raised and walls crumbled. They have shared meals, baths, beds—and, on few occasions, rooms at the brothels—but they are a partnership that leans towards wedded servitude before it ever greets affection. Still, they are intrigued by each other. A mutual curiosity at the layers that unfold, if one only dares to look beneath them.

Vi sees herself first as Powder's sister; Jinx saw Vi first as her own mother. Their relationship has been weighted by this ever since the bridge went up in flames. Vi remembers their mother vividly: how she hummed folksongs when she worked, made them warm stews and stitched their clothes with bright thread; Jinx remembers only a shadow, a lovely voice, and Vi's hands—hands that had Papa's anger, that smashed things and threw them far, far away, kicked and shoved and roared, fizzled out to quiet, frustrated apologies. The cannery fire wasn't the first time Vi had let her anger get the best of her, but it was the most explosive. She's held the shame of it with her, her whole life—and it's a fear Jinx has never been able to detach from.

Despite this, Jinx is touch-first and speak-second. She was always a tactile child—even more-so, after everything. Ironic, then, that she's so often sewn at the hip to a man who's, on the surface, touch-averse and impeccably clean. He's had to peel her off him like glue, more than once, leering at the soot stains she'd leave on his suit. (Child...you do know how to bathe?) But it brings out a quieter, forgotten part of himself, that closeness. He's tactile, too—something long staved off by his betrayal, by the nature of his position, by the violence he enacts and commands; but memory makes easy habits. It's not uncommon to find him making room for her at his desk; letting her nest in his arms while he lounges on his office's chaise, a book in hand; sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with her, folktales murmured late into the night, until her eyes stutter closed, her comforters tucked lightly over her shoulder. And all of it isn't Vi, to her—but it's a shadow of something Jinx remembers; a quiet warmth, a tired voice, a face she's forgotten.

Silco has had many drift in and out of his life, over the years; mentors less-so than bloodied beacons. With Vander, it was a young, prickling, heartached obsession—a desire to prove, to be seen, to be worthy. A manifestation of all his childhood ails, emboldened to their ugliest frenzy. Vander goaded; he chased rooftops and leapt from ever-greater heights; his ambition soared as far as his body could take him, as long as it took for someone to fall behind in the chase. But Silco could outwit him, outpace him, with strategy and scheming—the two of them unstoppable, unmatched, and enmeshed with unbalance. A hound on a killer's leash; a killer baring the hound's teeth. After the betrayal, Silco spent months in the reclusive company of the doctor. Science became a second language, and Piltie business rode on its coattails. The doctor got him through back-door loopholes into Topside medical labs, bartered connection with tutors in law and policy and business, and laid the foothold for investment. Silco's penchant for wordsmithing a crowd and eye for industrialization did the rest.

As a byproduct of the doctor's work, Jinx inevitably crosses paths with Viktor. She learns of him from afar, early-on in her settling in at the reacquired Last Drop. A little errand of passing off reports from Silco to Singed and back again leave her ogling Viktor's work, at every chance. He wants nothing to do with her, at first—until she prattles off her knowledge on chemical reconstruction, shows her inventions, wins his favor. They become good friends, over the years. In the aftermath of Fishbones' explosion, he's one of few who make active efforts to see her: they'll sit at the banks of the Pilt and share fishcakes, pickled cabbage, and thermoses of black tea. She'll talk shimmer varients; he'll talk chem-augmentations with Hextech. Together, they'll compile their shared notes in a tome she dubs Hohenheim (Hohie, for short). It's one of her most treasured possessions.

#arcane #arcane headcanon #writing #jinx #vi #silco #singed #viktor #the jinx & vik stuff i have a WIP for I'll pick back up someday #ALSO - things not in here but loosely on the frays:#jinx and ekko have a similar dichotomy with jinx and vi #ekko was powder's closest friend and now jinx's harshest enemy #he sees them as two separate facets of her identity - with jinx being a manipulation of what silco wants #sevika only followed vander through the onset of the cause and turned after deals with enforcers were struck #she was already working under silco's thumb long before she 'formally' quit vander's rung #at that time silco was terrifying to her - tunnel visioned and unforgiving #he's warmed up to someone else over time (who she might admire more if jinx wasn't a rusted nail between them)

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ainawgsd · 3 months

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Auspicious red and gold base colors for my new year's nails

My new year of the dragon stamping plate has so many marvelous designs!

#nail art #nail polish #chrome nail powder #nail stamping #lunar new year #dragons

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