it's a bit of a weird colouring

A colourful mind - Jughead Jones x reader

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Summary: You are sick of seeing in black and white so you try to find your soulmate. However it is not the one you expected.

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader

Word count: 1,600+

Note: please note some words are BreE as I’ve only learned only this variation at school and I mainly use British vocab rather than American. Thank you!

A/N: okay so maybe you don’t know but I’m a bitch for some soulmate AU and I’ll read it till the end of my days. Anyway, I’ve decided to write a piece of my own concerning this AU. Hope you like it! And please let me know if you’d like part 2 :)



Almost everybody had their soulmate in this world. You could meet them when you were five of fifty years old but when you did, the world suddenly was a better place than before. The moment of meeting your soulmate was not very noticeable at first, however, after a while you started seeing in colours. And it all started with a single touch. Then, hair you brushed everyday faded to blonde or became more vivid shade of red or brown. After discovering your soulmate your world had changed, hopefully for better.

(Y/N) (L/N) had still been seeing in black and white but it didn’t bother her in a slightest. After all, her mother had told her that everything had its time and place. Therefore, (Y/N) waited patiently for her soulmate, believing that they would meet one day, when she would not expect it.
While living in California, (Y/N)’s eyesight had not changed at all. Sometimes though, she prayed for a soulmate because of one simple reason – all of her closest friends had already found their soulmates. They described to her how the grass looks or what the colours of the sunset are. These little things made (Y/N) to see for herself all the wonders of the world.

The day the whole family moved to Riverdale was a big deal to (Y/N). Even though she doubted that she would find a soulmate in such a small town, there was a slight hope of meeting new people that she hasn’t touched. New people and maybe among them, her soulmate.

Who knew.

After a while she became friends with two nice girls from her school, Betty and Veronica who often hung out with two boys during the lunch break but she had never bothered to come and join them. She preferred to be alone sometimes, drawing people from afar. Because of lack of ability to distinguish colours, (Y/N) only used pencils to draw. After all, people said that it is the colour she could see.

And so she drew, sitting under the big tree in the yard until one day Betty approached her and renewed her offer for (Y/N) to join the group during the lunch.

And (Y/N) did so.

Archie and Jughead, as (Y/N) got introduced to them, had one thing in common with her -both did not see colours. The only one who did, was Betty but she seemed to be upset whenever the topic was brought up, so (Y/N) made a mental note to herself to not bring it up. Like ever.

Because there were the cases when somebody were your soulmate but you weren’t theirs. These cases were rare but occurred. Nobody really knew why it was this way but that’s how the things were and it had been accepted. Nonetheless, people who had not have mutual relationship with their soulmates were pitied.

(Y/N) did not want to look at Betty through the eyes of the soulmate thing because Betty was a wonderful whole on her own. With or without a soulmate.

The other day, when the five of friends were supposed to meet at Pop’s, (Y/N) arrived earlier than she was supposed to and she saw that she was not the only one. In a booth across the diner, sat Jughead, typing furiously on his laptop. She approached him, a bit uncomfortable.

“Hi Jughead” greeted (Y/N), smiling slightly.

Jughead only nodded quickly and returned to writing. She knew that this was just the way he was, quiet, laconic. Moreover, they were not close friends, they barely spoke to each other. Being in one group of friends did not make them real friends. They simply enjoyed the silence they shared while waiting for the others to join them, (Y/N) sipping her chocolate milkshake and Jughead slowly eating his fries.

(Y/N) looked at him while he was still too focused on writing and she decided to create something of her own. She slowly took the sketchbook out of her bag and opened it on a blank page. With the several strokes she planned the pose and proportions and then she started to draw more details. Like the way Jughead’s curls escaped the beanie he always wore. Or the way his brows furrowed as he tried to focus.

(Y/N) was so focused herself on the drawing that she did not see the three of her friends approaching the table.

“Oh what is it” You could feel somebody’s hands snatching your sketchbook out of your hands, fingers slightly brushing with each other, before you could protest. “Wow, (Y/N) this is really good. It’s like we had second Jughead with us”

(Y/N) noticed how Jughead’s head turned to Archie, as he was the one who took her sketchbook. The slight crimson colour creeped her cheeks as she felt the heat rushing there.

“Archie, please give it back” she said, reaching her hand out.

Archie did give it back, again brushing their fingers and (Y/N) couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing it on purpose. Like he was checking if she had been his soulmate. (Y/N) shrugged it off and hid the sketchbook away from the hungry eyes of her friends.
They spent their time joking around talking happily before returning to their homes around 9 p.m. . (Y/N) laid in the bed that night, wondering if the next morning would be different for her.

But it wasn’t.

The familiar shades of black and white greeted her as soon as she opened her eyes and then she knew. Archie Andrews wasn’t her soulmate. She felt a little disappointed because after a while she quite desperately wanted to enjoy her life to the fullest and by that she meant seeing in colours.

Two months passed quickly and summer tuned to autumn with its all grace. The cold weather surprised (Y/N) one day as she hurried to the bus stop, her hands freezing.
She was already a bit late for her classes, only two minutes left and a whole building to go through. Because she was not looking where she was going, she collided with a heavy body in a school hallway. The impact made her lose her balance and the cry of surprise escaped her lips as she fell on the floor.

“Oh god, (N/Y), are you okay?” she saw

Jughead before her, offering her a hand.
She accepted it and stood up, feeling a striking pain in her calf.

“Thanks Juggie, no time, gotta go!” and as soon as she appeared, she disappeared out of his sight, running slower this time because of the pain.

During the last class (Y/N) couldn’t focus on what the teacher was saying because of the horrible headache that had no intentions to go away anytime soon. She tried to relieve some of the pain by rubbing her temples but the effect was non-existent. Going home was no less pleasurable as her vision became a bit blurry as the pain came and went in a waves, sending the pulses through her whole body.

She was in no shape to meet with Betty and Veronica later at Pop’s and the thought of cancelling plant came to her mind once or twice before she texted Betty about the situation.

Her mother seemed to worry but nonetheless she didn’t say much and gave her daughter the painkiller when (Y/N) asked her.

I’m just gonna take a nap, thought (Y/N) and closed her eyes.

She woke up the next day as the alarm clock on her phone went off. She yawned and realised that the pain was gone… and something odd seemed to happen. Her vision was sharp like always but the tone of her sheets seemed different. Or maybe it was just her imagination?

With a firm shake of her head, she started dressing up. And it all went well without any complications until the first time she saw Archie that day.

He was standing with Betty and Veronica near their lockers, just chatting about the upcoming game. There was, however, something different when she looked at him. He smiled in the same way, wore the same jock jacket… all about him seemed the same and different at the same time.

“Did you do something new to your hair, Archie?” asked (Y/N), utterly confused by the weird sensation she had been feeling since she saw him.

“No, I don’t think so, I mean I might have put more hair gel than I wanted to but I guess it still looks the same. Right?” Archie started touching his hair frantically.

“I mean it seems to be a different colour-“ (Y/N) suddenly stopped talking as the realisation hit her.

She saw Archie’s hair. It was a bit different. Because she saw its colour.

(Y/N) gasped and she saw that Veronica and Betty’s eyes open wide.

“You see your first colour” stated Betty, a shock on her face. “Oh god, (Y/N). Who did you touch yesterday?”

(Y/N) thought for a bit and nobody special came through her mind as she was in too much pain to notice.

“I don’t really remember. I mean the whole day is quite a blur because of the headache I had” She shivered at the thought of the pain. “In the morning it was quite alright, I mean, I was barely on time and then run into Jughead, like literally but-“

“Wait” Veronica interrupted (Y/N) “ Did you and Jughead touch?”

“I guess so?” to be honest, (Y/N) wasn’t sure. She tried to recreate the scene.


They did indeed touch.

“We did” she whispered, a look of disbelief on her face.

Was Jughead her soulmate? Was it mutual? Or maybe he was not her soulmate?

“Speaking of Jughead, I haven’t seen him yet” Archie’s voice pulled (Y/N) out of the trance.

Veronica and Betty exchanged knowing look before speaking to (Y/N)

“You need to talk to him” Started Betty, and Veronica joined in.

“Now” They said in unison.


anonymous asked:

I don't want this to come as an attack because you're so kind but I wanted to point out that you're nymph Eliza looked a bit lighter than most Eliza's. Just something to look at love you ❤️

Hello! I understand your concern, I made her skin a lot greener than usual to make it fit the overall colour scheme. I made a quick comparison of her real skin tone and the one I used (by using colour picker) and as you can see mine is really a bit more ‘unnatural’. I think the background made her look a lot paler than I intended. 

I’ll make sure to keep it in mind in the future so this wont happen again! Thank you for your input!

Apparently Grimes’ synaesthesia – and this is a bit weird – enables her to “look at a person and see what kind of animal they would be”. Asked what kind of animal Grimes would be, she said: “A hyena and a beluga. The hyena’s crazy – female hyenas have penises! And they laugh all the time – like Puck, they’re the holy fool of the animal kingdom. And the beluga is kind of the same; it’s always smiling”
—  NME on musicians with synaesthesia, May 2017
Retconned: Chapter Three

I don’t own anything but the fanfic!

Toby Fox owns Undertale, Goth @Nekophy, Palette: @angexci . Error/Geno/fresh @loverofpiggies  Reaper:@renrink Retconned Goth… well i own this version. Underswap!Sans by Popcornp1nce.  Dream by @jokublog Cross!Sans and Cross!Chara by @jakei95

The first time Blueberry met Goth, he thought Error had kidnapped a new victim. The small eternal child had thought it was hilarious when Blue had grabbed him and tried to escape.

Goth would admit his humour was a bit twisted after living with Error.

“Wow, if you hadn’t shown me your house i would have never have found it in my wondering,” Blueberry said as he wondered the small cozy house smack dab in the anti-void.

Of course Blueberry’s stomach rumbled as this time he’d been kidnapped just before lunch.

“The kitchens this way,” Goth grinned.

Of course the always energetic Blueberry Sans, quickly noticed certain missing supplies.

“Where’s you taco supplies?” he asked.

“Ah… I haven’t learned to make those yet, but I might have the things needed in the basement food storage,” Goth said thoughtful.

‘No taco supplies… sacrilege’ Blueberry thought.

“Wait… how does a house in the anti-void have a basement?” he asked, after all how would one dig through nothing to build it and not see it from the outside.

“Why wouldn’t it?” Goth asked totally innocently.

Goth only caused the kitchen to burn once.

Then Cross appeared and stole all the tacos.


“Blue.. are you in?” a voice asked, the small Sans blinked as he recognized the voice.

“Come on in Dream, I was only about to make dinner,” Blues called, moments later Dream entered the kitchen a small frown on his face.

“Um… I have some questions about Error, we all had an interesting confrontation with him,” Dream said.

“Error huh, been three months since the last kidnapping… have a few more till the next one, Blues said frowning, sighing he turned off the stove knowing this might take awhile.

“Wait… you have kidnapping scheduled?” Dream said wide eyed at him.

“Only for the last five years, easier for no one to be killed and to see Gothy,” Blues said cheerfully.

“Would… Gothy… be a small skeleton kid that looks a lot like Geno and Reaper with a scythe and can travel in the anti-void?” Dream asked.

“Yeah, didn’t you know. Goth’s been living in the anti-void for years. Error’s really protective about him, since leaving the anti-void too long will kill him,” Blues said, really Goth was such a sweet shy kid… he just wished Goth could chance leaving the void often.

“Die?” Dream said surprised.

Blues looked down at the floor for a moment, he didn’t know what had happened to Goth to make him end up pretty much trapped there to survive… and from the look on Error’s face that day when he started to ask.. he had decided h didn’t want to know.

“Its, not for me to say. Ask Goth,” Blue said, then turned on the stove and proceeded to ignore his friend… sometimes it was best to have some secrets.


A slightly tired Goth yawned and rapped a wondering hand away from his dinner, he glared at Cross who was pouting at the taco’s.

“Come on Cross, go make your own food… this is why I can never make Taco’s anymore,” Goth said glaring, his form shifted to fell his self more prone to violence.

“Aw come on… just one, i even got a gift for you,” Cross bribed.

-Hey! I picked them out- the every ghostly Cross!Chara protested, Goth suppressed a shiver wishing once again he hadn’t gained the ability to see the other part of Cross. Chara of course thought it sweet, after all ne had someone else other then Cross to tease.

“Gifts,” Goth said form shifting to Canon Goths form, he absently pushed two Taco’s to the other skeleton and happily received a wrapped box.

“Ohhhh!” Goth said opening it, new clothing that didn’t match anything any of his selves had ever worn.

“Be right back!” Goth said and raced to his room to try it on.

Cross grabbed the rest of the Taco’s happily.


Goth liked the clothing even if how every different they looked from what he always wore, but eh supposed that something different was the point. His scarf was still around his neck but tucked under a white hood shawl combo with a golden orb/disk dangling down the front.

His shirt underneath was a very very light grey that tucked into large fingerless gloved with red ribbons around part of it and handing off them. Pants were white and tucked into white boots with yellow-gold edged tops and a small gold disk on the front of them.

‘Could use more Black’ Goth thought, after all he’d been wearing black since his uncle dressed him that day.

The clothing felt weird against his bones, and if it wasn’t for the red and gold bits he could probably almost blend into the antivoid.

“Whats this..” he said spotting something under where the clothing had been gold in colour… and glowing?

Quickly he grabbed it up and stared, it was a lantern and in its centre glowing was a save point.

How the heck did Cross get a save point?



“This is all just… very familiar.”

official ranking of every bird emoji

apple bird:

just a head. where is the rest of the birb. as usual with apple, too many gradients. looks kinda like a science diagram. still, fairly cute. 4/10

google bird:

simple design. flat colours. nice blue. adorable. a masterpiece. 10/10

microsoft bird:

a strong bird. a powerful bird. a bird you can trust. also discord just started using this emoji in the role titles and it’s weirding me out. 7/10

samsung bird:

round. friendly. a bit of an awkward design though. still, all in all a solid birb. 6/10

LG bird:

ngl kinda looks like it’s advertising something. but maybe something i would buy. 5/10

HTC bird:

its eyes are dark and soulless. its smile, unbirdlike. what has this bird seen. what does this bird know. 2/10

facebook bird:

a classic of our time. the grandmother of all bird emojis. 8/10

messenger bird:

its head is turned towards you. this is an inquisitive bird. a daring bird. a bird of science. also, it’s a nice red. 9/10

twitter bird:

honestly from a company who’s entire marketing system is based around birds, they could do better. this one is taking flight though, so i give points for initiative. 4.5/10

mozilla bird:

spaced out. lack of colour. but a simple design that’s not too clunky. 3.5/10

emoji one bird:

nice design, nice colours. a bird of excitement. 7.5/10

emojidex bird:

this bird is too bird to really be called an emoji. looks exactly like a science diagram. but all birbs are good birbs. 3/10


Fic Recs: Regency AU Cherik fics! A short and a long one:

Dance With Me by wallhaditcoming:

After his most recent tour, Erik Lehnsherr has finally earned the rank of Captain and a commission on a vessel all his own. With the prize money he has collected and this new rank, he finally feels secure enough in his future to propose to the man he has loved for years. He just prays that Charles is willing to have him.

Comments: ~1k words, short and fluffy and light and beautiful and yes, this is another one of those that I’ve reread several times when I want to cheer myself up, or get back into a comfortable cherik mood. IT’S TOO CUTE

No Longer in Silence by Black_Betty:

It has been eight years since Charles has seen Erik. Eight years since they parted under unkind circumstances and Erik went off to sea. The boy he once knew is Captain Lehnsherr now and they are as known to one another as strangers, and yet–Charles finds that eight years has done nothing to diminish the feelings he had when he was 16 and in love.

It’s unfortunate then that Erik doesn’t feel the same way.

(Persuasion AU)

Comments: ~26k words, brilliantly brilliantly written, and as a gigantic fan of Jane Austen, I can’t help but say this was something I craved really really badly, and boy did it deliver! It’s a bit heavier than the one above, but no less good, if you’re looking for some adfkja;ldkfj-ly done mutual pining.

The Bretons

Bretons have a natural affinity for magic, and the political division of their homeland, High Rock, makes them natural spies or assassins.

New race card! Something weirds happened to my colours in photoshop, Managed to get them close to what I wanted, but idk.

[The Redguard] [The Altmer] [The Imperials] [The Dunmer] [The Falmer] [The Bosmer]

Rhea's super duper sprite edit tutorial! Feat. Mahiru Koizumi

Hey? Wanna make sprite edits, but don’t know how? Do you already make edits, but need some help? Wanna make the best edits in the WORLD?

Okay, well this tutorial won’t help out with that last thing, but hey, here’s how I make my sprite edits!

Keep in mind that this entire tutorial is going to be done in photoshop, but you can just as easily apply these steps to programs like Sai as well!

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anonymous asked:

How do you colour people's hair? I mean like, celebrities/live action characters hair (with either orange or yellow)? I have a hard time doing it, every time I do it looks really weird. I hope this makes sense. Thanks!

ummm, its not something i do a lot so i wouldnt say this is a tried and tested method, but

  • i’d use the quick selection tool to vaguely select all of the hair, not bothering too much if you under or over select 
  • right click > refine edge. feather it a little to make the colour blend a bit better. 
  • then you can either use colour selection/hue saturation or add a low opacity (just to make it look natural instead of all pixelated) colour fill layer clipped to your earlier selection
  • and then flick through the blending modes to see which applies it best
  • if you do the colour overlay layer, it might help to lower the vibrance on the selected area beforehand just so the colour you put over it doesnt mix w the initial colour??? eg if you’re colouring yellow hair go to hue/sat > yellows > and lighten and desaturate yellows specifically 

bbc merlin + colors
arthur in four colours > inspired by [x]

Guilty Pleasure

Request: “Could you write an imagine about Richard finding out that you’re reading Thorin fanfic after some mild grappling for your phone?”
from @kategorically-challenged 

You would have regretted staying so late at work but the message which blazed across your phone sent a shiver of relief and disappointment through you. You were glad that your boyfriend would not be waiting on you once more, but it also foretold that you would be the one on edge, counting the minutes. You swiped away the text and tucked your cell inside your pocket, hitching up your heavy shoulder bag as you made the short walk home.

You pushed through the door of your small abode, letting a hushed sigh escape into the darkening interior. The dim blue of the rising evening made the hallway seem foreboding and the antique railing of the stairs loomed before you ominously. You hated being alone after dark in the house; it was centuries old and you could not convince yourself there were not spirits lingering with malcontent.

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Colours.// Draco x Reader.

Title: Colours.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Date & Word Count: October 15th, 2016 - 510

Warnings: None? Use of she/he pronouns so honestly you can be whoever idrc. Also horrible writing.

She watched as everyone walked into the café. It was a small café that was made of brick and some wood, the way the booths were lined up, made her think that maybe, just maybe, it was a 50’s diner. That’s what she was hoping for at least.

She looked down at the small circle cup, her coffee was basically gone and she ate most of the food she had bought. She heard the bell on the door ring, and she looked back.

That was her least favorite instinct.

She saw a boy, with what looked like, his parents. She shrugged it off, looking down at her cup she saw a faint colour of yellow. She didn’t think much of it, honestly, she could care less. She knew this little bit of colour would go away, whoever she was in love with would go away and then that would be that. They wouldn’t even see each other after this day.

What was she suppose to do though? Go up to him and say,

“Hey so, you just walked in here and all of a sudden my world turned from a black and white world to a world with more colour and I thought you’d like to know since you’re the only person who walked in.”

No. She sighed deeply and took out some money from her book bag, setting it down on the table. She got up as the boy looked at her. He looked over her, her skin was beautiful. She wore a blue sweater, and he could see the blues on other people and throughout the place. He tapped his mum on the shoulder, before whispering what he was seeing, she smiled. He told her what he wanted and followed the mysterious girl outside.

She dug for her keys, looking for her car. He ran towards this girl, and tapped her on the shoulder; she turned around, her eyes widening a bit, heart beating out of her chest.

“So, this might be weird but when I woke up this morning I was seeing everything in black and white, and then I walked into that café and all of a sudden I’m seeing peoples skin colour, and the colour of your sweater and I thought I’d let you know because you have the right to know.”

She looked at him, surprised.

“Oh, um, yeah, yeah. I know what you mean.” She replied awkwardly. “I started seeing yellows and pinks and its weird you know because there was nothing there earlier and then I saw you,” her voice trailed off, and he nodded.

“Well, does this mean I give you my number and we go from there?” he asked, she nodded, “I guess so,”

She dug in her bag for a piece of paper and a pen, she pulled out her English notebook and her favorite pen handing it to him, he quickly scribbled his name and number on the paper, handing it back to her; he ran away, waving .

She smiled before going back to find her car.


a couple of loose tapestries pages in my sketchbook!! mainly because their christmas song is wonderful (and also because they are wonderful)