because i have no colour in my skin

anonymous asked:

Stumbled across your art recently, and I totally admire your work! As a complete noob to the digital art scene, I'd just like to ask whether you have any tips on colour picking (like for skin tones, under varied/dramatic lighting and such!). I have a ton of other things I want to ask, but I'll limit myself to one question and then try to google the rest, haha/ Thanks for sharing your art with us! ^^

ahh thank you so much! ♥ welcome to the digial art scene friend, i hope you enjoy your stay and ctrl + z

now onto your question! (if you don’t know what layer and layer modes are and how they generally work you should probably google that before you continue reading)

we all perceive colour differently (thx science) and i trust my intuition a lot when it comes to colour picking because of that, and also because i feel like you can make pretty much every colour combination work within the right context. context is key! but still, remember that all of this is about how i perceive colour, so you might not agree with everything i say.

here’s a quick rundown of terms you’ll see around a lot in reference to colours and shading: the hue, which is the ‘colour’ itself, the saturation aka the intensity, and the brightness [or value] which describes how dark or bright we perceive a colour to be.

rule of thumb: when you shade don’t just add black (or white) to your base colours, that will make your drawings boring and lifeless. use different hues and saturation!

now first things first: which skin colour does the character have?

you’ll mostly be navigating in the red to yellow spectrum for the skin tone. so when i pick the base colours i usually start with the skin and adjust the rest of the colours accordingly. if you’re not sure where to begin it might help if you first determine the values (brightness) of the base colours in grayscale.

and here are a few colour variations—i stuck to the approximate values but played around with a lot of different hues and levels of saturation.

now compare 3 and 5: you’ll notice that 3 is very bright and leans towards orange hues, whereas 5 has a pinkish tint.

on the left i gave 5 the hair colour of 3 and in my opinion the pink hue of the skin doesn’t go well with the orange undertone of the hair. you’ll have to experiment a lot to find out which combinations work for you.  

ctrl + u is your biggest friend (or image >> adjustments >> hue/saturation in photoshop, the shortcut works in sai and clip studio paint too). play with the sliders and see what happens. i do that a lot myself, because it’s easier to coordinate the colours like that afterwards instead of trying to manually pick perfectly matching ones right away.

for further adjustments i like to use an extra semi-transparent layer on top of everything with just a single colour to add atmospheric light. this unifies the colours and makes them more harmonious, if that’s what you’re looking for. this is about as far as i’d go if i didn’t want to shade the drawing.

if i do want to shade, especially with high contrasts and dramatic light, i darken the base by just adding an additional black layer, here set to 40% opacity. of course you could add a colour layer like the ones i mentioned previously too.

to create an impression of dramatic light you need a high contrast between light and dark areas (1). if i want additional visual intrest i often add secondary light which falls onto the main shadow areas. here i picked a faint greenish blue to balance out the yellow (2). and since light is at least partially reflected when it hits a surface you should add a faint glow that goes across the shadow/light border. i uses a mid-brown with a very soft brush on a layer set to overlay here (3).

for this shading style i like to use the layer mode colour dodge with lowered opacity + fill settings. for some layer modes opacity and fill do the exact same thing (e.g. for multiply or screen). however for colour dodge there’s a big difference:

a lowered opacity merely alters the transparency of the entire layer. that looks pretty awful sometimes, because the bright orange affects the dark of the hair much more intensely than the already brighter skin. but when you lower the fill percentage you primarily lower the amount of light that falls onto darker colours. so the layer’s opacity setting treats every colour equally whereas the fill setting takes their values into consideration. it might be hard to understand if you don’t try it out yourself, so just play around to get a feel for how it works!

and to summarise, here’s a process gif:

colour is an extremely big topic and i’ve only barely scratched the surface but i hope that still helped you out a little! the fastest way to learn is always to try things yourself, so grab a sketch and experiment. 👍

Consider The Coconut - Lin Manuel x Reader

Request: If requests are open, can you write a fic where Lin gets too used to stealing y/n’s chapstick and then he accidentally uses it when it happens to have a color tint to it. I’m sorry if that was confusing! But I hope that made sense and that your day goes wonderfully!

Word Count: 1585ish

Author’s Note: Sorry this request took so long! I hope whoever the anon was who submitted it enjoys it! Thanks to @secretschuylersister, she’s the best and helped me a lot with this one.  #bestofwivesandbestofwomen Also, this video is important. And as always, let me know if you see any mistakes. 

Warnings: Fluff

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tattoo artist who can encode magic into tattoos but doesn’t want people to know she can so she just puts low-level luck spells on her clients’ bodies without telling them

jeweller who makes body jewellery and pendants which have amulet properties and draw love and luck and happiness to their wearers without them realising it

piercing artist who keeps the remnants from her piercings and puts them all in little jars in the back of her shop to work sympathetic luck spells on all her clients

and then all three of them slowly realise what the others are doing and end up in a poly relationship living in a little shop in the shitty end of town, which gets curiously less shitty the longer they stay, and people think it’s just the development of the area but the three artists know

and they’re never rich and they’re never famous but they’re always happy because they have everything they need

they have the shop and they have their customers and they have each other

and when their customers are happy and content, they pack up and move on, all together now, to find another space with skin to be coloured and jewellery to be made and magic to be done.

anonymous asked:

You said it would be likely that the majority of the people in the poorest districts would be people of colour;but on the hunger games wiki it says that district 12 is the poorest?

i mean… yeah, that was my point. in the books, katniss is heavily implied to have been a woman of colour - specifically, probably native american. the upper, merchant class of district 12 were all “light-skinned” with blonde hair, and all of the poorer people, the coalminers, were all “olive-skinned” with black hair

like… idk why you seem to think district 12 is majority white. perhaps because in the movies they are, i suppose, but the entire reason this topic came up is because i was talking about how it was whitewashed.

Smile - Jughead x Reader

Request — Can you do a jughead x reader where the reader is very shy but has a huge crush on jughead? Then she walks by and sees in a window Betty and jughead kissing then she runs away? Thanks, I’ve had this in my mind for so long ♡

A/N — I am so happy to write this request as I have been meaning to write something similar for a while, yet again I changed it up a bit. Also, I’m at 100 followers so thank you guys for supporting me and my writing. Also I’m down a couple tags since the buzz lately is everyone getting Bughead smut in tags like Reggie or Thornhill, shit like that, so I’m sticking to the tags that matter to Jughead. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this imagine because I have a feelings it’s going to be adorable as heck.

Words: 1310

Warnings: None

(Y/N) , (E/C) , (H/C) , (S/C) — Your name, eye colour, hair colour, skin colour.

You sat on the bleachers at the Riverdale Bulldog’s first game of the season. You held your camera in your gentle small hands, watching the intense football game as high school heart throb, Archie Andrews, got the crowd’s attention as he was a fan favourite. (Y/N) waited patiently for the half time cheerleader show to start in just a few minutes, as it was her job working for the Blue and Gold as the yearbook photographer, she took the chance to grab some photos.

That Autumn night was chilly, as the students clung onto their coats and scarves, baring the weather to come and support the game. Finally the half time show arrived, the River Vixen’s ran onto the field with their leader, Cheryl Blossom, front and centre. You sat up from your seat, squeezing through the rows of crowded people to get down to the front of the stands. The camera strap slung over (Y/N)’s shoulder as she managed to finally get down, bumping into someone. Unaware of her surroundings, she had the close call of almost dropping her beloved camera, but luckily that figure caught it in time to shatter. And that figure happened to be her ultimate crush, Jughead Jones.

“That was a close one.” Jughead chuckled as he looked down at the camera before staring straight into your (E/C), making your knees easily give in. She was so shy whenever she was around him, she didn’t know what to do or more importantly what to say whenever she had the chance.

“T-Thanks, Jug,”  was all she managed to blurt out to stop herself from rambling on with anxiety. And then the unthinkable happened, she quickly propped up her camera into her hands as she looked through the lens which aimed straight at Jughead. “Smile!” Jughead blinked a couple times, getting use to the sudden flash that caught him. (Y/N) quickly slung her camera over her shoulder, a red blush spreading brightly over her (S/C) complexion. “S-Sorry. Uh, yearbook features, y’know,” she awkwardly chuckled. “Speaking of which, I gotta go!” She flashed Jughead a quick smile before turning away, just when Jughead laid a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

I didn’t know you did photography until I saw your camera. Maybe one time you could show me whenever I’m in home room or at the Blue and Gold.” Jughead suggested, making you pause a couple seconds to just soak in what she just witnessed. ‘Jughead Jones literally just asked to see my photo’s, is this real?’ Is what she thought to herself.

Uh, s-sure. Yeah, I-I guess so. Um, I gotta go and take more p-photos… bye.” She once again awkwardly said before this time getting the chance to run away, leaving Jughead staring at her before breaking into a cheeky smile and walking off.

Later that week, (Y/N) was sitting at the computer uploading her photo’s from the game for the yearbook. One picture really captured her eye, and that was Jughead’s. Although it caught him by surprise, the photo turned out to be quite photogenic. He still managed to look perfect as always, yet half of his face was covered by his hand blocking the flash from my camera. Suddenly she heard the sound of a door opening. First reaction: hide. She had no thoughts about minimising her computer tabs and ran to hide behind the couch, as the door swung open with a very anxious Betty Cooper and concerned Jughead Jones making an entrance. (Y/N) noticed that Betty had something on her mind as she paced around in the same spot for a couple seconds.

“I don’t know what to do, Jug. There’s so much going on, my parents, the Blue and Gold, Jason’s murder. I-I don’t know what to do.” Betty closed her eyes, taking a deep exhale out. You peeked out from behind the couch from the side, watching as Jughead stood there staring at Betty. Betty opened her eyes to find Jughead staring straight at her.

“What?” He just kept staring, Betty now slightly getting a bit agitated. “..What?” Suddenly Jughead cupped Betty’s cheeks and kissed her softly. That’s how easy it is to break a heart. (Y/N) quickly yet quietly turned back sitting against the back of the couch, closing her eyes as she quietly sobbed into her sleeve as the tears started rolling down her cheeks. She heard their lips finally pull away which felt like forever, then a door once again closing. Your sniffled quietly, wiping your tears away as you finally stood up, turning around to find a speechless Jughead standing right there staring at the photo you took of him. You bit your lip to stop your tears from shedding yet again, running over to the computer as you closed the tabs, Jug placed his hand right back on your shoulder.

“(Y/N)… what’s wrong?” He asked concerned for your sake now, staring deep into your red puffy eyes.

“What’s wong? W-What’s wrong? What’s wrong is the fact that I just had my heart shatter for a boy I never had a chance with at all.” (Y/N) yelled at him, before grabbing her bag and storming out the room.

You let your grieve last your for another week. You stood at your locker in the famous Riverdale hallways, placing your books into your locker along with the rest of your belongings. All that was in your mind was that picture of Jughead kissing Betty. That’s a photo she couldn’t erase. She rested her head against the locker next to her, soon interrupting her daydream as someone cleared her throat. She closed her locker door to find a sad Jughead appear in front of her.

“Can we talk?” Jughead asked, almost in a whisper. His blue eyes pierced into yours as he watched you fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater. You just shrugged, but shortly after nodded. “About last week, and what you said… d-did you really mean it? I mean, I have no feelings for Betty whatsoever. I freaked out and didn’t know what to do to make her stop freaking out, s-so I just kissed her.” (Y/N) sighed, still not persuaded enough. “Hey um, I don’t know if you noticed, but I think you left behind last week something important.” He then dug his hand into his satchel, pulling out your camera. With all the emotions hitting you at that time, you must of not looked back to notice that you forgot your camera still hooked up to the computer. You took your camera from his hands, turning it on to make sure all your photos were still there.

“I-I saw your photos of me.” At the mention, your heart sunk once again as you looked up at them. “And I think they’re wonderful. In fact.” He paused, taking out his own camera, turning it on and turning it to face you, many photos of you taking photo’s at the Bulldog’s game that night displayed on his. You never noticed that Jughead brought a camera to the game, you thought he only went to go and judge. “I-I thought you looked beautiful that night, I just had to.” And like that, your frown turned into a smile.

“Hey, I-I was wondering if you wanted to go to Pop’s after school? On a d-date?” You asked shyly, but it earned another cheeky smirk from Jughead.

I’ll walk you there, meet me near the bus stops.” He blushed, before putting his camera back in his satchel, slowing leaning down to your height to place a kiss on your cheek before walking away. You shortly after found yourself standing against your locker, eyes closed with the biggest, goofiest, smile on your face.

A/N — I hope you enjoyed this imagine and it was hopefully like you wanted it to be in a way? Also, my laptop has decided to fuck up suddenly so I might have to wipe my whole laptop and start again because all the settings and everything is locked and I cannot access important files for school and stuff like that, so that might mean I won’t keep up to date with the requests in order for a bit until I get everything settled. Anyway, I hope all of you guys are well and are having a lovely day!

welcometomomuniverse  asked:

Hi, I'm doing some research right now in regards to fans imagining of harry potter. you were the first blog i found to suggest the idea that harry could be Indian. Do you have any specific headcanons in regards to this? Or what it means to you to have him be Indian? It's okay if you're not comfortable answering. Thanks.

This is a really great idea! I hope your research goes well. 

Well I began to imagine Harry as being half Indian because Harry as a character reminds me of my brother (who like me is half Indian). I always saw him as looking sort of like Dan in terms of skin colour and hair colour. 

It was only through Tumblr that I really started to look more deeply into it. A lot of people had Harry as mixed race in their minds and seeing all that art and those ideas allowed me to explore my own thoughts on it. 

Reading the books again (I read them at least once a year), I realised how meaningful it was that the Dursleys had never liked or approved of James Potter. They seemed to see Lily as having lowered herself by marrying him. To me, as a child of an Indian father and English mother, I KNOW that reaction very well. Sometimes it’s not said, but it’s implied and it gets to you. People called James lazy and basically hinted that he wasn’t good enough for Lily (Snape and Petunia mostly) which is a sure sign he was brown, because as far as I can see James was a good man who adored his wife and son. A lot of people will unfortunately always go out of their way to try and make brown men look bad. Not to mention that Snape’s superiority complex was so deep that I find it hard to believe that it just came from the fact James was cruel to him at school. I honestly believe it was partly because Snape held racist beliefs (at least when he was younger). He never could take it that Lily had chosen James over him. 

The stuff about Harry’s dark, messy hair seemed to fit too, because in our family we all have dark hair that curls. My brother’s hair curls if it grows long enough, and my dad has really thick dark hair as well. 

Then there’s how the Dursleys used to try and hide Harry’s appearance from the neighbours, which implied he looked noticeably different to his family. I always got the impression the Durselys and their neighbours were UKIP sort of people. You know, the sort who wouldn’t say they were racist but would be suspicious if they saw a brown person in a shop. 

I know the reason the Dursleys don’t tell Harry about James is because of the magic, but I also like to think that part of the reason was that they wanted to bring him up like a ‘nice English boy’ and keep him from his father’s culture. Everything about them screams trying desperately to make Harry ‘normal’ and to them ‘normal’ would probably mean trying to erase his links to his heritage. He might have found power and solace in that, and they wouldn’t have wanted that.

There’s also the fact that before James was murdered, he was making sparks of light fly from his wand to make baby Harry laugh. In 1981 (the year of the murders) Diwali would have fallen on October 27th, which is only 3 days before Halloween, when James was making the sparks. I personally feel this could have been to do with Diwali, since it is the festival of lights. 

Last (that I can think of right now) is how Harry’s eyes always stand out to people. They are obviously striking, and I think him being brown skinned and dark haired and having his mother’s green eyes would make that more prominent. My brother has green-ish eyes (inherited from our mother), despite the fact most of our Indian family (me included) all have dark brown. It’s definitely noticeable and something you might comment on. 

Thanks for the question by the way! These aren’t all my original headcanons, but I can’t really source them because they’ve come about through reading the ideas of lots of people and forming my own ideas for Harry through them. 

xxx

HEARTBEAT (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: could u please do one w Bellamy (start of s3) where 2 recon teams go out and the other one finds u and ur station and when Bellamy gets back he doesn’t know but walks in to inform Abby who’s in medical and sees u being examined but and he overheard u saying ur fine and to help the kids or smth and he like falls in love w u all over again and it’s a happy reunion thank u💖


The feeling of being rescued was an odd sense of freedom you hadn’t felt before. You sit on the bed in medical, watching Abby Griffin rushing around the room to the stethoscope. Smiling to yourself, you admire how hard she’s working to keep the survivors alive. You were pulled from the wreckage with minimum wounds by a recon team that was sent to find the location of the stations that landed. You can’t remember much about it, but you remember the feeling. 

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OneNote digital bullet journal x planner masterpost

So, before this university year started I realized that Passion Planner and my last year simple and mini bullet-journal don’t meet my requirements, so I needed something new. I love watching others bullet journals and planners, which are colourful and creative, and nice-looking. But I just don’t find it convenient, logical and useful - to spend so much money and time on a notebook (just my opinion, guys, relax). Like…what for?

AND THEN I’VE SEEN THE LIGHT e.g. HAD AN IDEA TO CREATE A DIGITAL BULLET JOURNAL.

This way you can save money and spend less time. And you can see it whenever you want. And don’t carry additional weight with you (which, if you’re like me and have lots of heavy stuff with you every day, is a real pro)

I’m using a netbook and usually carry it around with me to work on + I’ve got all books for classes there (and we’ve lots of those), so my choice landed on OneNote app. I think many of you are used to see it only as a note-taking app, for Cornwell’s system for example, but, in fact, it has so many great options to act as a planner or a journal, that I was AMAZED not to find anyone using it this way.

But enough talking, let’s see how it looks in practice!

Here you can see different sections/tabs and pages of a chosen tab. I use them for my everyday needs, like mood diary and recovery challenge; checking my students progresses, tasks and what we’ve learned; the tab for my coursework contains a calendar, research plan, some info and notes; and notebook is for my french philology when I need to work with pdf files and highlight something in the text or write over it. Anyways, the one that interests us is bullet journal.

·         This is how my month of October looks like. I have a small calendar on the top left and the description of important/highlighted dates below it. Then, opposing calendar, there are my monthly goals. In the center there are books I need and want to read, tv series/movies/anime I plan to watch. And a bunch of pics to add the colour. (Pay attention to the to-do squares and keep them in mind, we’ll come back to them later!)

·         This is how first week of October looked like. Pretty simple and minimalistic. I mostly tracked what I need to do on a certain day and some chores. And it was the week when I decided to differentiate symbols.

·         My tags are pretty simple and I don’t always use them all, mostly first 12 (well, I use almost all of them, whatever), but it’s nice knowing I’ll have from what to choose if I ever need to.



·         Then there’s food log for each week. Pretty simple and on a A5 page size. (fasting was due to the loss of the appetite for 4 days because of my depression)

·         And monthly habit tracker. As you can see, I failed the drawing one completely. I may change them from time to time, though sport, self-care (or skin care), planning and water trackers are always with me. I love keeping them colour-coded.

So, this is how I use OneNote. I’m still using my Passion Planner and some phone apps to keep on track. I hope you’ve found this post useful and enjoyed the walkthrough my digital bullet journal. If you decide to create your own, tag me. I’d love to see them!

Respect.

If you havent watched Marks latest video, then I urge you to. Because its important. Its probably the most important video I have seen Mark do in a long, long time. Its by far the most passionate I have seen him in a long, long time.

Its so easy for people to jump on a band wagon and start to call people out because of choices they have made. On the internet your even covered by anonymity which makes it infinitely easier. 

Whats so disheartening is that if you read through a YouTubers comments, most of them will be calling them out on something, rumours, or attention seeking. They aren’t supportive or constructive. People live to tear one and other down because its easier. 

If there is one thing I can try and do, is take responsibility. And to some it may seem ridiculous. But, I have to. I feel its an obligation. Compared to Mark and others, I have but a flash in the pan but I still have nearly 15,000 who see my posts on their dash. Thats 15,000 people who can listen and take action. 

As Mark said, I couldnt give a fuck where you come from, what you believe in, what your skin colour is, your gender or your sexuality. All I care is that you’re a good person. That is who we should be. That should be the minimum we strive for in our lives. To be good people. To show others respect. 

I promise that I will do that. Not just for the lifespan of this blog, but for the rest of my life. 

Thank you Mark for taking the time to make that video. I hope people watch and take heart from it.

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How Do I Look? - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Hi! So I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is chubby and she has a crush on jughead but she doubts herself? Thanks so much

A/N — Aaa, I thought this request was too cute! I related to this a lot, since I do have BDD and I constantly put myself down for my weight, I know how hard it can be to accept yourself for you are. If you are going through a rough time about something similar and if you ever feel like you don’t fit in because of the way you look, I’m sure you guys are absolutely stunning. Everyone has their flaws and it can be hard to deal with on a daily basis, but trust me, you’re beautiful. I hope you enjoy!

Words: 1135

Warnings: Negative self talk, weight issues

(Y/N) , (S/C) , (Y/L/N) , (E/C) — Your name, skin colour, your last name, eye colour

She just stared at herself through the mirror in her room. She stared over what she was wearing, how she was wearing it, and what she thought about herself wearing it. It started from the top of her head to the bottom of her ankles. A shaky exhale managed to escape her lips, fighting back negative thoughts that surrounded her mind. (Y/N) was getting ready for a party that night. Her best friend and childhood crush, Jughead Jones, was over at her house as he was staying the night. You picked out what you were planning to wear to the party, something casual and not too fancy, just anything that made you feel comfortable. Once again, you eyed yourself over at the black skirt that clung to your (S/C) hips with a grey shirt tucked into it. Jughead walked out from the bathroom, finished getting changed as he didn’t want to invade your privacy.

“Almost ready?” He said, looking down at his phone as he was texting Archie for details. “As much as I hate parties, free food and music isn’t too bad.” He chuckled still keeping his eyes on his phone as he finished off writing his text, putting it in the back of his jeans as he finally made eye contact with you. His eyes widening, so captivated by such a beautiful sight, he was literally speechless. He swallowed hard, stuttering for the right words to come out so he didn’t make a full out of himself in front of such a stunning being. (Y/N) turned around from looking at herself in the mirror, now facing Jughead as her (E/C) eyes met his blue ones.

“W-Why are you staring? Is it the outfit? I-I knew I should have changed, and God it’s last minute, we’ll be late for the party!” (Y/N) blurted out, everything that could possibly go wrong rushed through her head. Jughead knew that she was freaking out about going the party, honestly he wouldn’t blame her, as he himself wasn’t in such a party mood, but anything to please the luck of the chances of getting somewhere with his all time crush, (Y/N), he did anything to make her happy.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N), d-don’t freak out. What’s bothering you, can I help out?” Jughead asked, now scared that he did something wrong like walking in while she was still getting ready. He places his hands on her shoulders keeping her still.

“It’s just…” She paused. “I look so fat. What am I saying, I am so fat. All I see all the time is fat attached to my skin. Why can’t I just look like Betty or Veronica or Cheryl? T-They have the most perfect ideal bodies and I’m just the chubby girl.” You explained, tears now forming in your eyes. Jughead now could clearly tell that this issue had been upsetting you for a while as she told him. Although to Jughead, he never noticed her weight or her appearance in a bodily manner until she pointed it out until now. Jughead, since he could remember, loved (Y/N) for her beauty as well as her personality.

“So what you’re telling me is that you think you’re fat? (Y/N), come here for a ‘sec.” Jughead pulled you over to him, staring straight into your eyes, before he slowly turned you around as you now faced the mirror that knew you so fondly. “What do you see?”

“Everything wrong with myself. My hips, my thighs, my arms, I see an ugly person.” She fought back breaking down in front of him, as she closed her eyes so she didn’t want to look anymore longer. She paused, opening her eyes. “Juggie? What do you see?”

“Well, do you want to know what I see? I see the most beautiful girl a guy could ever meet. I see the most beautiful best friend who I’ve come to cherish for so many years. Do you really want to know what I see?” Jughead walked closer behind you, now standing against you as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as he laid his chin to rest on your shoulder, leaning down to match each other’s height. “I see you as I’ve seen, a-and came to love.” That caught you by surprise. In a million years, you never thought that your crush, Jughead Jones, loved you back. Yet again would use that specific term in general, as you knew so much about his past and his family and friends. You turned around, now facing him as his hands still held onto your waist. His gaze was deep into yours, gulping hard once again as he figured out something to say, that was until (Y/N) caught him off guard.

“Jughead Jones, do you realise that you are the most gorgeous human I have ever met with the most beautiful soul?” She asked, placing her hand up to rest on his cheek, as he smiled down at her.

“I agree to disagree, but thank you. It… it really means a lot.” Jughead smiled back at her.

“Also, about what you said before… d-do you love me?” She bit down on her bottom lip. Jughead looked down, before adjusting the beanie that clung onto the back of his head.

“I… yes. I have for, God, I don’t even know how long. But yes, I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He looked down at her, hoping there would be a hopeful reaction to have come out of her. A tear quickly ran down her cheek, her first instinct before she broke out into a cheesy grin. Jughead quickly freaked out, thinking it was a turn for the worse. “W-what’s wrong? W-Was it something I said?” You giggled, looking up at him as he wiped that tear that was still stuck to your cheek.

“No, no, no! Jug, I’m okay, just relax will you?” You laughed, feeling now both of his hands now placed on your cheeks. “I’m crying out of happiness, I-I never thought you’d like me back.” At this point, Jughead was now laughing along with you as he held onto your face.

“Can I kiss you, now?” He asked, trying to stop laughing until you stood up onto your tiptoes to meet your lips with his, closing both of your eyes as you shared your moment together until finally pulling away.

“Do you mind if we ditch? I’d rather stay home and have a horror movie marathon.” (Y/N) suggested, placing her forehead against Jughead’s.

“Can we please?!” Jughead asked in such an excited tone, removing his forehead from hers, taking her hand as they both rushed downstairs to the living room.

A/N — No offence, but I’m incredibly proud of myself for writing this. I thought the ending was cute and honestly, would you rather go to a party or stay home alone with Jughead to have a movie marathon? Once again, I hope you enjoyed!

Dear Tumblr:

I am not ashamed to be white. Telling me that I am a monster just because of my skin colour and what some white people have done in the past is the most pathetic excuse to victimise yourself. I wasn’t born in the 50s and I have never stated anything about segregation being a good thing.

If this offends any of you Tumblrinas, you can go fuck yourself.

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I tried my best to figure out what colours matched best. Some of them I couldn’t find an exact match for. Some skin tones share colours with another skin tone because the difference was so small that nothing else would match better.

The ones with two colours selected need to have the colours alternated in a checkerboard pattern like this:

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Also note to people who spend hours on the island trying to get a tan:
I only spent 15 minutes on the island each day to get it to go up a tan level, and the needed time may even be less than that. You don’t need to waste hours of play time standing around. You only go up one tan level a day, so you won’t notice much change for the first 2-3 days.

Double Oh My

Because I only have my iPad and some time to kill, and a Secret Agents AU post @jandjsalmon reblogged inspired me - enjoy!

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He saw her at the bar, perched daintily on leather stool, one leg crossed demurely over the other. She was wearing white satin, the colour popping brightly against her sun kissed skin, material shaped to her every curve and then some, the bodice unable to stop the soft flesh of her breasts from spilling over. Jughead tore his eyes away as quickly as he looked, gaze moving to the deep crimson painted across her full lips. The makeup smudged against the clear rim of her martini glass as she took a delicate sip, muscles in her throat bobbing as she swallowed the drink – the extremely dirty drink.

Jughead glided through the crowd, slipping unnoticed past the throng of people gathered at the gala. His invisibility in his younger years had been disparaging, now it was his greatest asset. He knew the drop is going to take place here, sometime in the next hour the informant had said; he’d been told during his briefing this morning.

The Blossoms had been getting cocky during the past few months. Untouchable and untameable, they’d made little attempt to be discreet when expanding their drug ring past their usual exports. The FBI had been working for years to untangle the web they’d been weaving, not only in the nondescript town of Riverdale but also rapidly spreading down most of the east coast. And being the bountiful, charitable donors they were, most authorities were loathe to stop them in their little business ventures, no matter how soiled the money they put back into the community was.

Things had progressed to top priority when a new strain of cocaine had hit the market a few months back, locally known as ‘Whyte Wyrm’. The incorrect dosage with the wrong mixers created a lethal cocktail, the disastrous likes of which had never been seen before. The lab was still working on finding out what the drug had been cut with, using the small sample Jughead had managed to acquire during his last visit to the backwards town where it all began. It appeared that local gang members had been pulled into the ring, becoming the most efficient distributors of product while doubling as the perfect fall guys for if things went south. However, new pushers meant that the reins would have to be handed over at some point, which is what brought Jughead to this event, at this time, at this bar.

Jughead snorted internally as he glanced around at his surroundings; what better place to hand off the ledger containing the entire company history of suppliers, import routes and clientele than your own charity benefit. He caught the smug expressions of Clifford and Penelope Blossom as they appeared on the screen before him, a number of televisions around the venue playing a highlights reel of the family’s good deeds. If he weren’t so stoic towards these kinds of circumstances nowadays it would have made Jughead’s stomach turn uncomfortably.

His narrow-set eyes moved back to the blonde, watching as she tipped back the last of her liquor and slid gracefully off her chair, throwing a thankful smile at the bartender on her way. This was also mentioned at his briefing. Reports of a suspicious woman at many of the tipoff locations over the last few weeks had increased in number; medium length blonde hair, roughly five foot seven, small build. Unidentifiable. Jughead was sure this was the woman. In between keeping his eye out for the drop he’d been paying pretty close attention to her. She didn’t appear to know anyone in attendance, only muttering a quiet ‘excuse me’ on her way through the crowds in leu of holding any actual conversations. He wasn’t sure when she’d arrived either, seeing her checking her phone whilst leaning against one of the marble pillars where she wasn’t seconds before. She moved through the gala like a ghost, Jughead determined to be her shadow.

He strode purposefully to the bar, picking her up her discarded glass and slipping it into a plastic zip lock before the bartender had a chance to clear it away. The prints and DNA of this woman had just been handed to him on the wooden bar top equivalent of a silver platter; if this woman was working for the Blossoms he have to let them know they needed to find more discreet employees, this one was sloppy.

Jughead held the bag close to him, tucked slightly out of view beneath his black suit jacket as he made his way back towards the main gala, turning at the last second down a secluded hallway where he could hand off his evidence and make it back in time to intercept the drop. If he was successful – which he usually was – this would be the biggest break they’d had for months, or better yet in the entirety of the case. If the Feds got possession of this ledger, the Blossoms were all but done.

The creak of a board had Jughead turning to look over his shoulder instinctively, dark curls falling into his eyes as he checked his back, still moving purposefully towards the ballroom. A low grunt slipped from his lips as his cheek met the hard, varnished wood panelling of the wall, one arm twisted uncomfortably up his back, dropping the glass as a knee pressed into the base of his spine. He struggled, attempting to wrench himself free, before an ominous click filled the air and a barrel settled between his shoulder blades.

“You’ve been following me,” a husky voice came from behind him, warm breath fanning against his ear. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. “I don’t like to be followed. Who are you working for and what do they want?” Out of the corner of his eye Jughead caught a flash of white, blonde hair brushing his shoulder.

“I could ask you the same question,” Jughead replied with a cocky smirk, flexing the muscles of his back against the gun. The woman huffed out an unamused laugh, keeping the weapon in place as she began to pat him down, hand dipping inside the pocket of his pants as Jughead bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to keep his body from reacting to the beautiful blonde pressed against the length of his back. The thrill of the situation was not helping much – he was an agent that lived for the danger. Finally she pulled his badge out of the inside pocket of his jacket, lips dropping along with the gun.

“FBI?” she asked, raising an eyebrow when Jughead finally had room to turn and face her as she took a step back from him. He leant against the wall, one leg bent at the knee as a smirk slipped onto his features. “Jughead? I’ve heard worse code names… but not many,” she quipped, watching in satisfaction as his expression dropped.

“I could arrest you for taking an agent’s badge,” he said, one hand moving subtly to where his gun was holstered in the back of his pants. She shook her head with a roll of her exquisitely green eyes, throwing the badge back to him so suddenly he fumbled to catch it.

“Not likely,” she deadpanned, pulling out her own badge. “Betty Cooper, CIA.” Jughead’s eyebrows shot up to meet his hairline. “I assume you’ve been notified about the drop, too?” she asked. Jughead’s eyes narrowed.

“I wasn’t informed that the CIA were working this case,” he told her suspiciously, straightening up and taking a step closer to her in case she decided to book it. In those heels he thinks he could catch her, but then again she had managed to sneak up on him.

“Likewise. It looks like someone over on your end isn’t doing their job properly,” she smirked, taking her own step towards him.

“What makes you think it’s our end?” he replied, offence colouring his tone. Betty shrugged lightly, both of them still drifting together as if by some unseen pull.

“It always is,” she murmured, now close enough for Jughead to hear even the smallest of whispers from her lips. They stood for a beat, gazes locked together unwaveringly. She’s just as beautiful up close, Jughead noted. Dangerously so.

“Well since we’re both here,” he began, dipping his chin as she tilted hers upwards. “Perhaps we can work together.” Her lips parted slightly, Jughead watching the action closely.

“I work alone,” she whispered.

“So do I,” he challenged.

He didn’t know when his hand settled against her hip, thumb rubbing the silken fabric softly, but she hadn’t moved it away. Their mouths were inches apart, breath mingling between their faces. Her eyes were hooded, pupils blown slightly and swallowing the forest Jughead found there. She pressed even closer, their bodies lining up in a way only kismet could allow.

Fuck it, Jughead thought, readying himself to close the last of the distance between them.

A shot rang out, followed by one scream at first, then another. They duo snapped apart, glancing towards the ballroom in tandem before turning back to regard each other with wide eyes.

“Come on,” Betty commanded, her voice strong. She turned to jog back into the main venue, not before grabbing Jughead’s hand and pulling him along with her.

“Hey,” Jughead started, running alongside her. “Where on earth do you keep a badge and a gun in that outfit?” he asked incredulously. The look she threw him had his breath hitching. They’re pressed against opposite walls, waiting for the perfect moment to round the corner and head to work.

“We intercept this drop and maybe later I’ll show you,” she called back above the clamour, sending him a wink before darting into the action. Jughead floundered for a second longer than he should, springing forwards to follow her steps with an entirely new determination to get this job done.

So this past weekend I fell down a rabbit hole

A digital rabbit hole. I feel the need to say so because my friend legit thought I fell down an *actual* rabbit hole. You know who you are ;P

I fell down a digital rabbit hole of octopus tattoos. Don’t even get me started. I’m getting myself started because I really want to know what other people think of the awesome tattoos I found. I really want a hella colourful octopus on my thigh. It won’t be for a few more years, but I’m just so damn excited!!!!!

Beware, this post might be long for the pictures I’ll be putting, along with why I like each one, because I wanna record and share that. Here we go!

I started with just googling octopus tattoos, then I changed it to colourful octopus tattoos. Because my first two tattoos will be black ink, I’ll want this octopus to have SO MUCH COLOUR!!!

I love the texture and colours in this one, it really looks like an octopus’s skin! I love the way the ink seeps out around the tentacles, makes it look like fresh paint!

LOOK AT IT ITS AN OCTOPUS BUT ITS ALSO SPACE! SPACE SPACE! SPACE SPACE SPACE! SPACE! Okay sorry, but this is hella cool. You’ll see galaxy is possibly a common theme here.

I also really love octopi and watercolour, its just gorgeous and really gives a feel of fluidity to the octopus, and it acts like water behind him! I love the subtle details in the simple black linework, I love the sketch-like look of it, its really a work of art. The only change I’d only want would be to have less pink.

I adore this one because of the purple and blues and he just looks adorable!!!

THIS GUY. Look at him! I love the starry galaxy behind the octopus, more than the galaxy being IN the octopus like the picture a bit higher. I’m not sure if I’d go with orange, its a really nice colour, but I’m not sure if it’s for me.

NOW I REALLY LOVE THIS ONE!!! I love the colour scheme, I love the geometric shapes hidden in the octopus, I love the EYES. I love the specks of orange, the transitions for the other colours. Its wonderful!

These are the pictures I have saved on my phone, but trust me I found many many more!

There are aspects I want from each picture here but somethings can’t mix: like I can’t have a watercolour one and have it be realistic. I know I want this to be very colourful, I believe the octopus deserves to be so colourful, given that it can change colours! Some octopi can even change TEXTURE! They are just fascinating creatures.

So, I love the texture effect of the first one, I love the galaxy/space of the second, I love the watercolour effect of the third and fourth, I love the bright colours and the space behind him of the fifth, and I love just about everything about the sixth!!

Basically, I am so excited for the future. I don’t even have my first tattoo, though I hope to get it this summer, and I already have plans for three more (so four total).

I put a lot of time and effort into the research for tattoos. I know so much more now than I did a few years ago. I have been sitting on the inspiration for what will be my first tattoo for nearly two full years. I will be repeating a similar process for any other tattoos, so it will involve a lot of waiting. But oh boy will my excitement for tattoos never die. I love them, I’ve wanted one for so long. Hope this was somewhat interesting for anyone to read. Have a great day!

alotbnouf  asked:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you have art videos and such?? I would really love seeing your process

i’m too self-conscious about my drawing process to record it and show to people, that’s why i did this step-by-step explanation, hope it’ll do

1. sketch layer (i usually start with 2000x2000 size canvas and then just crop/resize it after sketching out what i have in mind)

2. lineart layer (aka the part where i use a combination of lasso tool and ctrl+t a lot because this is the last chance to get proportions and stuff right)

3. colouring, for which i usually make two separate layers: one for skin and one for hair/clothes (because i am a baby who gets easily confused when there’s more than 10 layers in total)

4. (optional) sometimes i also colour lineart

5. …and then add an overlay layer because an overlay layer makes everything look better

that’s it, basically. sorry i used such a shippy pic as an example lol

so i’ve been watching doctor who and i’m really happy with what they’re doing with bill’s character so far, especially in terms of race. obviously we haven’t had a companion of colour in 10 whole years (disgraceful tbh) and a lot of things have changed and i had my doubts as to whether they’d deliver especially since rtd’s approach to a black companion wasn’t great at all. from the general sidelining of martha, to sending her back to 1913 to become a maid…. i expected the worst. 

but yo!!!!! the minute bill steps into the past, she’s concerned of how she’ll be treated because of her skin colour and twelve doesn’t just push that aside like ten did, he actually listened to her concerns unlike ten did who was just like “i’m an alien, just walk around like you own the place”, it doesn’t… work like that… fam…. and the ugly truths of racism aren’t ignored either, some dude is straight up racist to bill which is exactly what would have happened in the victorian times and the doctor punches him???? I DIDN’T EXPECT IT, especially when they got it SO WRONG before, i didn’t expect an interaction like that to happen, i expected it to be brushed past just like it was in the shakespeare code, but :)))) it wasn’t. AND ON TOP OF THAT THE DOCTOR SAID HISTORY IS WHITE WASHED AND JESUS IS BLACK I TRULY CANNOT BELIEVE THESE ARE THINGS THAT HAPPENED PRIME TIME ON BRITISH TELEVISION, doctor who did that, i’m a true stan once again. it makes me so happy that ever so slightly, we’re getting justice for how poorly martha was treated… even if it’s 10 years on! i hope it doesn’t fall downhill from here

So I just wanted to review this product for you. Its the new Dior Forever perfect cushion foundation so it comes in this little refillable compact with the application pad which is like a sponge, and also a mirror. I have always been intrigued by cushion foundations because I always only ever use brush & liquid foundation. I have pretty good skin, with a bit of rosacia on my cheeks and the odd spot (usually bad ones that I can cover with lots of concealer😂), and this foundation with the forever and ever wear primer & the colour corrector sticks is a DREAM!! I was so shocked by the coverage, I am wearing it now and I cannot feel a thing. Its super light and velvety! And, I also have super oily skin like reaaaally oily and this foundation is containing that so I am so pleased, this is definitely now my favourite foundation. (I usually go between Kat Von D lock it, Giorgio Armani Luminous Silk and both Charlotte Tilbury foundations).

starham1  asked:

So. I want to ask a thing. How did you come up with the designs you chose for the characters?

God damn, that’s a hard question to answer! There are a lot of facets that go into character design… and hell, a lot of it can be summed up as “because it felt/looked right.”

Of course, the base of all their designs came first and foremost from the Yogscast’s various Minecraft skins, then it was supplemented with aspects of various fanart/fancannon the fans of created for Yogs. Naturally there where some other outside influences (I watch a lot of Anime and American cartoons for example,) but I tried my best to keep close to the core of the characters.

In general for drawing them I had three steadfast rules.

  1. Each character can only have a max of three colours (plus Black & White). No one will mistake one character for another and colour choice with the silhouettes will be my first step!
  2. I hate drawing legs & feet at the best of times. Everyone gets black legs. No exceptions.
  3. No one gets any skin colour of any kind. I want the characters to pop out on screen from the backgrounds, and skin tones will eat into my colour limit for each character.

Let me give you a few dot point examples of some of the inspirations for some of the character designs…

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