"Punchlines" -- Chapter 1
It was scuffed, vandalized (lucy evidently hearts mike, he observed layered over the other scrawls in red nail polish), and cracking at the corners. adam took stock of his unfamiliar reflection.
Jacob's education
She painted it on like nail polish, with a little brush. when the wind shifted he smelled flowers. she didn't see him, but stayed for an hour or so peering through the bushes at the violence below.
The Nymph's Way of Doing Things
Yellow nail polish covered both her finger and toe nails and a lace choker adorned her neck. she looked around, curls bouncing with her. "nah, let's start now!" the boy in green said.
Shattered Shards: Cursed Costume
Her nail polish matched her ebon lips, and her lavender hair matched the eye shadow that she had... no, she hadn't placed it upon her face. avery didn't own any makeup. it was there naturally, as were the colorations upon her lips and nails.
No Good Deed Chapter 23: A change of plans
Nova sweetie can we borrow some of your nail polish?"
Hypnotic Soles
A little nail polish had extended the feminine look to the avian's feet, turning the slightly threatening talons into little pink points.
[Commission] Little Shop Of Horny
A gentle hand reached toward the tiny 'figure' before a pale hand with black nail polished fingers seized his wrist, squeezing it tightly. "hey! didn't you read the sign?!" a familiar voice warned, the girl from the entrance, "no touching!"
A New Familiar
Her pink nail polish is cracking as her nails bend. i watch them thicken and then sink into the flesh at the tip of her fingers. she flexes and clear claws spear out to dig into my pants.
Elevataur (SynTech)
"the old 'radioactive nail polish trick' never fails! stay tuned, guys! for our next prank, we're sending slam-jam jeanine to the nu nu omega fraternity with a pizza with all the toppings!"
Ch6. Training your Colt
A single bottle of red nail polish. my heart sank at the thought of ruining the beautiful leather work, but he's going to be my friend, and he needs some harsh life lessons. "what....what are you doing?"
Framed part 1
By that point i had trimmed my nails, polished my horns, and made several other guests ill with a few terrible jokes. since vehicle traffic is banned in the heart we had to take a way from the venue to his home in one of the nicer residential districts.
Guess Who's Coming To Dinner
Was that irony or what, that peter had more personal experience with a cobb holden rather than the victor holden currently standing next to me and smelling like a spilled bottle of nail polish remover. don't ask how i know that.