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Soulmate AU Masterlist

Tattoos or Marks

  • Red tallies appear for every person you’ve loved, black for every person you’ve loved that has died, and a white tally for when you meet your soulmate (Credit to Quinn Anderson - Please check with her about using this)
  • A mark that matches, sometimes like a puzzle piece to someone else, and grows hotter the closer they are to you
  • You have a tattoo of what your soulmate is most passionate about
  • You have a tattoo of the first words they say to you
  • You have a tattoo of how old you both are when you meet
  • Changing tattoo that tells you the coordinates of where your soulmate is
  • Tree tattoo that changes with the seasons, but blooms pink in spring instead of white if you met your soulmate
  • Identical tattoos or birthmarks
  • Incomplete tattoos that complete themselves on your skin when you meet the person with the rest of your tattoo
  • Tattoos that change colour depending on what your soulmate is feeling


  • Heterochromia - you have one eye of your soulmates eye colour and when you meet you get your own eye colour instead of having two different eye colours.
  • You only see in black and white until you meet your soulmate
  • Reverse black and white where you give up seeing colour when you meet your soulmate
  • You only see in black and white until you touch your soulmate
  • You only see in the different shades of your soulmates eye colour until you meet them
  • You can’t see the colour of your soulmates eye colour until you meet them
  • You see colour the first time you hear your soulmates voice directly and the colour spills from their lips


  • You can hear your soulmates voice in your head, but only when they sing
  • The secondary voice in your head is your soulmate speaking
  • You can speak once you meet your soulmate
  • You can hear once you meet your soulmate (the first thing you hear is their voice)

Time & Age

  • When you reach 18 you stop aging until you meet your soulmate
  • Watch countdown to when you’ll meet your soulmate
  • Reverse countdown, your clock counts up and freezes when you meet
  • You have a clock on your body that tells you what time it is where your soulmate is, it changes colour when they get closer to you

Body or Hair

  • At new years on midnight for a single minute you possess your soulmates body
  • Your chest glows when you look them in the eyes
  • Marks on your soulmate appear on your own body
  • You have your soulmate’s hair colour on a stripe at your wrist, when they dye or chance their hair colour the stripe changes
  • If you change your hair colour, your soulmates changes to the same colour (your hair goes to it’s natural colour when your soulmates does)
  • When you change your hair colour, your soulmates eyes change to that colour
  • You and your soulmate share all physical senses (I.E pain, heat, pleasure, etc…)


  • Red sting to connect soulmates
  • Your soulmate is the only person you remember from your past life
  • Everyone is given a journal that they can use to write to their soulmate
  • When you sleep, if your soulmate is awake you can see what they’re doing
  • You dream your soulmate, but very basically (such as their silhouette or the view of their back) 
  • Telepathy soulmates
  • Sharing skills and talents with your soulmate
  • When your soulmate eats something you crave what they’re eating
  • When your soulmate cries you cry
  • When you kiss your soulmate for the first time your entire body glows

I got a lot of ideas from this post so I recommend you check that one out too!

Common AU Masterlist Link

Suits, volleyball, and all the headcanon in between.

[Terushima, Futakuchi, Noya, Tanaka, Ushijima and Tendou here]
[Akiteru, Kei, Kageyama and Hinata here]
[Ladies of Karasuno here]


  • Black on black. No tie, open two-buttoned suit jacket that hugs his waist, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Tailored wingtip derbies, black and matte- polished to perfection.
    • He’s actually the one who dislikes wearing suits the most (I mean, have you seen the guy, he literally looks like he throws on whatever he has lying on his bed).
    • Oh, but if you challenge him, or if the need arises- he’s going to be the sexiest guy in the room because he sure as hell isn’t going to lose at anything.
      • Hours of research and a lot of changing rooms is not going to be for nothing. If he’s going to suffer, he’s going to do some real damage before he goes (namely to your short-circuited brain and perhaps severe blood loss via nosebleed).
    • He tried the red and black combination once, until a girl actually came up to him and asked him which host club he worked at, and he’s stuck to black from then on.
    • Those undone buttons on his shirt? Collarbones. They’re so sharp that they can slice through paper, and it makes his neck slimmer and his smirk all the sexier.
    • Everything’s been absolutely tailored at least twice, and it’s so on purpose. Can you imagine those legs- miles and miles of slim height and oh, he knows you’re staring. He’ll wink right back.
      • Now that he thinks about it, he’s never had to buy his own drink before, and thus Kuroo’s legendary alcohol tolerance was born.

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Illegal (Part 1)- Park Jimin Racer!AU

Originally posted by kpophott

Genre: Fluff/ Comedy/ Angst

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word count: 6.002k

Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.

“Don’t worry about her, she is safe with me. Now go before you’re late!” Your grandma shouted from the front porch.

You could see your father face by his the reflexion on the car’s mirror. He tryed to look not affected, all tough and unbothered, but you knew best. The minute he would drive off and pass the town’s sign, he would burst into tear and start sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

It wasn’t just him who felt uneasy about this whole situation, you did too. Since your mother left you two alone, without any previous warning, that your dad had never went back to being how he was when she was still present. Now, he was always too focused on work, to the point where you would have to force him out of his office to eat or to just lay on a bed and close his eyes for a few seconds . But you didn’t judge him, though, you knew that that was the way he used to cope with the pain he felt.

It was your grandmother who convinced you to come and stay with her for a while, saying it would be for her since you two could spent more time together, and, at the same time, it would make your dad a bit more independent for when your classes at the university finally start. It sounded good to you, a nice way to clear your head from all the stress that you felt with your whole dad situation and exams, so you took her offer.

“He will be okay, he is stronger that you think he is, Y/N.” She said, caressing your arm and leading you inside, towards the kitchen.

Her house had a very nice aura to it, very cosy and bright, filled with all types of flowers everywhere. Since you grandmother loved gardening, having plants around her house and become a must.

“So, now that I get the chance to get you all to myself, how do you feel about us baking some cookies? The chocolate chips ones? Your favourite?” She asked and your stomach growled in response.

“Sounds good to me.” You laughed.

You turned on the television, to have some background noise, since it helped you to not overthink this whole situation and to not wonder way to far on your thoughts. Usually when you overthink things it would only got worse, for you that is.

Everything is going to be fine. It has to.

“Honey” Your grandma called from the kitchen, while holding up some tools and ingredients “I realized that we are missing the chocolate bits. Could you go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop and get me some of them? There are some coins on the table if you don’t have enough money.”

“Sure thing, it’s still the last shop on the left, right?” You asked, getting up from your spot on the couch and taking the coins with you. She hummed in response as you kissed her cheek and promised to come back quickly, closing the door behind you, carefully, to not make much noise.

Outside was a bit windy and not many people could be seen. The town wasn’t very big itself but, it had a lot of people around your age and a bit older too. You weren’t familiar with any of them, though, since you barely came here.

In general, you never had many friends due to the fact that you always were busy with university or taking care of your dad, by making sure that he was taking good care of himself, which left not much time to hang out with other people. The only person that you still found the time to be around was Taehyung, a guy who you had met a few years ago and apparently lived right down the street from you. You two had become friends in a strange manner, mainly because he never stopped bugging you, appearing always by your side during lunch time, making rather random visits in your house and bringing you the latest movies for the both of you to see them together. So, you decided, “if you can’t beat him, join him”.

From the minute that you introduced him to your dad, they became great friends as they both shared a passion of finding new animal species. Not the wisest decision you’ve ever made. Let’s just say that you came home one day to find a bunch of different hamsters on your couch.

You were so absorbed in your thoughts from your hometown that you didn’t even notice the small salience on the side walk, which caused you to trip. You closed your eyes, prepared to collide to the ground, but meting a softer surface instead. Someone’s chest.

“Hey there, careful” A raspy voice said. The person had his hands around your arms, securing you against him. He smelled like mint and cigarettes, and a small pinch of cinnamon.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologized, stepping back. You started to blush when you realized he still had his hands around you, and even with the small space between you two, you could still feel your heart pounding against your chest. “Are you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” He said, laughing. The first thing you noticed about him was his orange hair. It was an unusual thing to see, very strange, yet he still managed to be one of the most handsome guys you have ever seen. You met his eyes, only to notice that he was already looking at you, giving you one of those smiles that were so bright that made the sun’s light look like absolutely nothing when compared to it.

“I’m Jimin, by the way. Park Jimin.” He added, noticing that you hadn’t responded.

“I’m Y/N.” You shook your head and smiled, trying to distract yourself to not stare at him.

“Well, Y/N, you are not from around here, are you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, examining your features.

“No, actually I’m not. I’m staying here for some time, at my grandma’s. And I know that I said it before but I’m really sorry that I bumped into you. I had to go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop to find some chocolate bits for my grandma but I got distracted and- ” You rambled. He tucked the hair behind your ear and you stepped back, surprised, only to stumble on that same piece of the sidewalk. Great. Just great. There was no way you were ever going to get out of the house with these pair of shoes again.

“Seeing that you are always falling, do you need company to make sure you get to your grandma’s house intact? I would hate myself if you fell again and I wasn’t there to catch you” He said, winking at you.

“Are you trying to seduce me? Because that isn’t working”

“Are you sure? Because I swear that when I do this” He took a step closer to you and lowered himself, whispering into your ear “I can hear your heart starting to race.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t deny the fact that what he was saying was true. You just had this feeling that he was one of these cocky people and that only admitting that to him would only make his ego grow bigger.

He laughed at your reaction and brushed his hand through his orange hair. You looked at the watch that you had on your wrist and realized that it had passed more time that it seemed, and that your grandma may get anxious if you don’t get home quickly. After all, the shop wasn’t far away from her house.

You started walking towards the store and noticed that he was still right beside you.

“So, Y/N, tell me about yourself.” He said after a while of you two walking side by side.

“What about me?” You asked.

“I want to get to know you.” He said after taking a deep breath. That question made you nervous, mainly because no one ever asked you that, because no one ever cared that much.

“You do? I’m warning you I am a pretty boring person with a very boring life. There is nothing interesting about me.” You say as the both of you get inside the store. You greet the old bald man that is on the other side of the counter while Jimin just waves at him and sends him a small smile.

The store isn’t very big, so you won’t take long to find what you want. The last time you had been here was years ago, and knowing that everything was still on the same place comforted you.

“I don’t believe that. Let’s see, for example… What’s your favourite colour?” He asked adjusting one of his many rings that he had on his hand.

“I don’t have one.” You answered, shrugging.

“What? What do you mean you don’t have a favourite colour? Everybody has got a favourite colour. That’s like the basic requirement for being a human being.”

“Basic requirement?” You laughed, picking up a package of chocolate bits from one of the shelves. “It’s just a colour”

“Just a colour? Whoa. You just hurt me, I hope you know that.” He faked a hurt look and stepped back dramatically while you walked to the counter. You handed your grandma’s coins to the man and said goodbye, politely. Through the window you could see that the sun was starting to go down, a very pretty view actually, but you don’t have the time to enjoy it as you have to get home as quickly as possible.

The cold air hits your face when you get out of the store and you shiver, closing your jacket a bit more. Jimin, however didn’t seem very bothered by the cold, as he continued to walk normally and talking to you, gesticulating theatrically over the fact that you didn’t have a favourite colour.

“I still can’t believe you don’t have one.” He said, shaking his head in disappointment. He seemed to think hard for a bit and then snapped his fingers like he just had the most brilliant idea ever  "You know what? You just gave me a mission.“

“I, what?” You stopped walking, giving him a confused look.

“You just gave me a mission. From now until the day you leave, I have the mission to make you have a favourite colour.” He said. Jimin sounded determined and you got the feeling that he was one of those people that always got what they wanted, so you didn’t object.

You may not admit it to anyone, and not even yourself, but you liked talking to him and you looked to know that he cared about you, even if it all was because of a stupid colour. He was very carefree and completely different from the people that you had met so far in your life, like a breeze of fresh air.

You two continued to talk during the rest of the way to your grandmother’s house. He would, occasionally, try a pick of line on you but you would always dodge him of, which resulted in him laughing at your reactions. You would, however, blush at his words every now and then, and he must have noticed that because he started joking with you.

“Ha, Y/N, are you blushing?” He said, pinching your cheeks with his fingers.

“What? No, I’m not” You lied, moving faster away from him. “It’s hot, that’s all. Are you really following me all the way home?”

“Of course. You know, my mother always told me to follow my dreams” You rolled your eyes at his corniness.

There could be seen a few people walking around the town and some others sitting on their balcony talking to one another. They seemed so close with each other, the complete opposite to your life in the city, where they wouldn’t even stop to great you.

When you saw the house a few meters away from where you were you couldn’t help but to feel a bit sad that this was all over so quickly. You stopped in front of the gate and pointed at the house.

“This is it.” You said.

Even though the town is small you couldn’t help but to be afraid that you may never see him again. You didn’t quite knew why you felt that why, you just did.


How did you get so attached to him in just a few minutes?

“I know your grandma!” He suddenly realised “She is a really cool lady. I remember she gave me some of her cookies. Wait… That was for what the chocolate bit were needed?” He asked, his eyes glinting. You nodded in response, laughing.

He sure has heck seemed to really enjoy those cookies.

There was a bit of a silence for a while, while you two standed in front of the gate. He kept fiddling his fingers, like a nervous habit it seemed, while you played with the package that was in between your hands.

“Well, looks like I have to go. It was nice seeing you, Jimin” You said goodbye to him, walking up the little garden that your grandmother had in front of her house.

“Hey” He shouted, like he had just remembered something “Tonight I’m doing something and I really wanted you to come and see. And maybe… you could bring some of those cookies with you?”

“So, basically you just want me to take you the cookies?” You laughed.

“How did you know? I’m I that obvious?” He joked. “But no, I really want you to go. Do you know where the bridge is?” You nodded. “Well, meet me there around ten thirty. You will have a lot of fun, I promise.”

“Okay, I will see if I can go.” You waved at him from the front porch as he walked way, backwards while smiling at you.

“Ten thirty, don’t forget!” He yelled. You stayed there, still, watching him walking away.

You cleaned your feet on the red carpet and open the door, only to find your grandma sitting on the couch watching “The Price Is Right” and swearing at the people on the television.

“How can they not know that it costs 9.75? Are you dumb? Boy, when I go to church I will pray for you” She mumbled to herself.

The moment she noticed you standing behind her, holding the package in between your hands, she turned the television off and run to you, hugging and pacing you back and forth.

“God, you are finally here. I was so worried, what took you so long?” She questioned you, worried.

“Nothing I just found someone on the way and lost track of time. Now that I’m here, how about we do those cookies you were talking about? I’m so hungry” You said, and your stomach growled.

“Someone, huh?” She winked, picking up the package of the chocolate bits that I had brought from the kitchen counter. “Who is the lucky man?”

“Grandma… It’s nothing like that. We are just friends, if you could even call it that. I just met him today.” You picked up the tray and greased it with butter so that the cookies wouldn’t stick.

“If you say so… But who is he?” She asked, excitement evident in her voice.

“Park Jimin.”

“Oh, Jimin!” She said. Her reaction was the same of when someone mentioned Elvis Presley or Bob Dylan, he must be very important to her. “He is a very unique guy, isn’t he?”

“Indeed. He was very surprised that I didn’t have a favourite colour. He said he it was his mission to make me have one or something.” You laughed. He sure as heck was different “How do you know him?”

“Hum… Your grandfather and him where very close. When he… passed away…” She stopped and you continued to knead the dough. Talking about your grandfather was a very touchy subject for her, and if Jimin was as close to him as she said he was, he definatly was someone special. “He visited me every two days to check on how I was doing and of course, to ask me if whenever I would bake again I could give him some of my pastries. But, why did you ask me about him?”

“He… he invited me to meet him by the bridge tonight, he said he wanted to show me something. And I wanted to know if he was trustworthy or not. And since you said you knew him…” You rambled. You opened the first cabined and took out the stars shaped object to cut the dough.

You felt a bit uneasy when talking about this to her, since you came here to spend some time with her and not other people. And much less to have a romantic interest.

If Taehyung was here right now, he would make fun of you. Who would say that the same girl that refused to accept to have a friend was now thinking about romantic interests with someone?

“You have a date?” She asked, happily.

“It’s not a date.”

“Yes, yes it is. My granddaughter has a date! You are growing up so fast” She sobbed into your shoulder.

“Grandma, I’m in college already. I’m not a kid anymore.” You laughed.

“I know, I know. There is no need in reminding me of that. Now go take a shower! By the time you are done the dinner must be ready. Now, go! Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She shushed you out of the kitchen with her oven glove.

“Alright, alright.” You responded. You climbed up the stairs and went to the bathroom to turn the hot water on. Getting rid of your clothes you hop in and close the curtain.

You take your time washing your hair and body, thinking about if you should actually go and meet Jimin by the bridge. You wanted to, that was true, but you still had your doubts. However, those had nothing to do with him, you were just afraid of getting too attached, since the last time you did so your mother had left.

Your grandma was right, you though while you took the shampoo out of your hair,  he sure was unique. You mean, who the heck would make a mission to make someone choose a favourite colour? But you liked that about him, it made him stand out, it made him different from the others.

You turned the water shower off and wrapped one towel around your body and another one around your hair. You stepped carefully out of the shower, to the carpet and took out one comb from one of the low cabins and brushed your hair, wrapping the towel more closely to your body in fear of it falling off while you stretched your arms.

Getting to your bedroom, you change your clothes and blow dry your hair. You see you phone standing on your bed and click on it, seeing that you have three missed calls from your dad. Not a good sign.

“Dad? Is everything alright?” You say into the phone’s speaker. “Dad?”

“Y/N, sweetheart how are you?”

“Fine, how about you? Did you have dinner already? Do I need to call Taehyung to bring you some food?” You said, concerned.

“Jesus, I’m fine. I had some leftovers that were laying around in the fridge, don’t worry. Is everything okay with you? I called you three times and you didn’t pick up any of them.” You could hear some papers falling on the ground on the other side of the line, indicating that he was in his office, working. Gosh, did that man ever stopped working?

“I was showering.” You take your phone away from your ear and notice that there is already nine thirty p.m.. Your grandma must have the dinner ready by now. “Hey, I got to go now, I’m going to eat now. Take care of yourself, okay? If anything call Taehyung, you have his number and he lives nearby.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t worry about me, go and have your dinner. I will call you tomorrow, bye” He ended the call and you left the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

You stepped down the stairs, with the dirty clothes from before on your hands, to find a delicious smell on the air: you had almost forgotten of how good your grandmother’s cooking was.

“There you are!” She said, picking the clothes off your hands and throwing them at the laundry basket that was laying around on her kitchen “Come and sit, you have somewhere to be in an hour, don’t you?” You were already feeling sorry about telling her about it.

She mentions for you to seat in front of her, as she bring the mashed potatoes to the table. She tries to ask you more questions about Jimin when you start eating, and make some suggestions about him and you, which you try to dodge every time. You tell her that you father called and she could feel the worry in your voice, about him being so far away all by himself.

“Don’t worry, he is going to be alright. It may not seem like it but he had become stronger since… you know.” She said.

“Yeah, I’m just scared for him, that he might do something crazy and I’m not there to take care of him.”

“You are a good person Y/N, your father is really proud of you. And so am I.” She smiled. You continued to eat in silence after that touchy subject. You hated to talk about your mother or even think about her.

She had run away with some painter when you were twelve and your father had never fully recovered from that. The worst part wasn’t that he had left without a warning, it was the fact that she didn’t even bother to call you, to check up on you. You were her daughter after all.

As you took one last glass of water the clock strikes ten p.m. and you grow more anxious. Your palms start to get a bit sweaty and you pinkie finger starts to move nervously.

You help your grandmother with the dishes, a job that she was very much unhappy for you to be doing, especially at a time like this, but you needed to stop thinking about it and doing other things was what helped you more. She put some music from her old radio on the background and the two of you danced while cleaning up the table.

This was one of the things that you liked the most about her, the fact that she could transform one of the most simple tasks in the funniest thing ever. You sang and moved all around while putting the glasses back on the cabinet.

“Crap.” You whispered. It was already ten twenty five and there was no way that you were going to be there in time. You had been so distracted by all the dancing and singing, that you forgot to check the clock.

You ran up and down the stairs, putting your shoes on and adjusting the clothes that you were wearing in hopes of trying to look a bit more decent.

“Take some cookies to give to Jimin” Your grandmother said, calmly, while you walked frantically from one side to the other. She opened the door for you and extended you her hand that had a little blue box filled in them filled with the chocolate chips cookies.

“Don’t worry I could never forget the cookies.” You screamed as you run down the road.

You moved your feet as fast as you could, and secured the blue box on your hand, with the fear of letting it fall. The wind was blowing the air out of your face and you could feel your legs starting to become sore. Your brain was screaming for you to stop but your legs just kept going and going and going.

It took you some time to see the bridge since it was being blinded by the huge amount of lights that were around it. It wasn’t normal for that to happen, or at least that was not how you remembered it.

You walked to the parking lot that was by the bridge and you came across tons of people around multiple cars that were parked in the parking lot. They were talking cheerfully, some with bottles of booze in their hands that they passed among them and some others smoking cigarettes. They were standing all around the cars and by the theme of their conversation that you could grasp they were talking about… races?

You turned your head from side to side, looking for Jimin but you, unluckily, didn’t find him. You even asked some girls that were standing together near the yellow car if they had seen him around here or something but they had said that he hadn’t arrived yet. Some of them acted strangely when you mentioned his name but you brushed it off, maybe they had just reacted that way because you were new here, or even because of the way you were dressed.

Unlike them you weren’t wearing shorts or jean, but a very pretty floral dress. Which wasn’t your best decision, because if it would start to get windy you would have to give a Marilyn Monroe vibe.

You walked away from the crowd of people and standed alone against one of the lamps that illuminated the parking lot where you were, hoping that Jimin would eventually show up.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice saying your name and a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist. You jump slightly and you hear him chuckle in your ear.

“You scared me” You say, stepping away from him and putting a hand on your chest. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage and you didn’t know if it was because he had scared you or because of the way he had wrapped his arms around you.

Behind him were three guys that were laughing at both of your reactions. One of them had green hair, the middle one was blonde and the last one had brown hair. Their features were soft and they seemed to be nice people, or at least that was what you were expecting them to be.

They standed a bit far off from you and Jimin and you could help but to think if he had told them anything about you.

“I was afraid that you had changed you mind and decided not to come.” He said, wrapping one arm around your shoulders. You were walking in the cars direction and you felt a huge will of asking him about why he had brought you here and especially, what was all of this, but you didn’t. You had this feeling that he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, like he would say something along the lines of “just wait, you will see”.

“And you felt sad?” You joked.

“Of course. If you didn’t come that meant that I couldn’t have these amazing cookies that you grandmother baked” He said while taking the little blue box out of your hands.

You suddenly thought about what she had said, that all of this was supposed to be a date. A part of you wanted this to be one but the other one didn’t, it was all a lot of mixed feelings and you were afraid that the part that did, would win. You just weren’t ready to get hurt again.

“Why am I not surprised” You laughed. He pulled you even more closed to him, with one hand still wrapped around your shoulders, while the other took out a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and put one of them on his mouth.

“Smoking is bad for you, you know?” You said, looking right into his eyes.

“Yeah, a lot of people have been telling me that.” He said.

“And why do you keep doing it?” You asked.

“Because it’s an addiction. Or maybe because the right person hasn’t asked me yet” You blushed at his words. You couldn’t help but to think if this was about you.

“Could you just not smoke this one?”

“Why not?” He furred his eyebrows.

“Because each cigarette takes away eleven minutes of your life.” You answered . However, the next thing that you said completely surprised you. And him too, by the look on his face. “And that are eleven minutes less that I can spend you”.

He stared at you for a long time, with an unreadable face, when the corners of his mouth started to go up and he was smiling. He smiled a lot when he was around you and you liked that.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground, stepping on it.

“If you put that in that way, I guess that it’s better if I get rid of the whole package then”. That made you smile, a really widening smile, that ones that you almost never gave to people. Your grandmother was right, he surely was someone special.

“My grandma said that you were very close with my grandfather” You said after a while.

“Yes I was. Your grandfather was a man that knew a lot of things. In fact, before he… hum… passed away, he taught me some of them” He was talking at the same at that he was observing the people that were chatting to their friends. He was watching them  so closely, that it almost looked like he was studying them. His orange hair was pushed back showing off his forehead and he was wearing sunglasses that were laying around his neck, backwards, even though it was night time and the sun had already gone down. His black leather jacket tighten around his back and arms when he crossed them, making his muscles stand out even more. And now, under the dim light that was upon us he was even more exquisite.

“What type of things?” You asked, curiosity taking the best of you.

“Well, you want to see them?” He said, cocking his head to the side. You nodded in response. and He then started to walk away from you and towards one of those cars, the black one.

“Namjoon!” He screamed, loudly, in the middle of the crowd. “Remember that bet we made? How about we do that now?” The people that were scattered around the parking lot started to gather around Jimin, and a tall guy with brown hair appeared in the middle of it, stepping in front of him.

You standed back, watching the whole scene, not knowing what was going to happen next. However your feet started to move involuntary into the middle of the crowd as well, where one of his friends, the green haired one, joined you by your side.

Namjoon and Jimin both got inside their cars and positioned then at the same level and distance to make sure none of them had an advantage on the other. A girl walked into the middle of the road, and then stopped in between the two cars, with a white flag between her hands that were stretched above her head. Jimin and Namjoon adjusted the mirrors and turned on the engines whose sounds were started to grow louder and louder.

Inside the car Jimin relaxed himself into the seat and his eyes started to search for you in the crowd. When they met yours he winked at you and then focused back on the road, making your heart skip a beat.

“Be careful” You whispered, even though you knew that he couldn’t hear you. You didn’t even know who you were saying that to, him or youself.

“I don’t know what is so different about you” The green haired guy said over the loud cheers that the crowd was giving and the tickling of the bottles against each other’s. “He talks about you a lot, which isn’t normal for him. He normally doesn’t care about girls. At least not anymore. But you… I can’t quite put a finger on it”

“What? How do you mean that I’m different?” You asked.

“You made him throw away a package of cigarettes. We, who have been friends with him for years now, have tried to make him throw away one cigarette. One. And we never got to do that. In twelve fucking years.” He said. He had a cold expression, and his tone was a bit harsh, but you could tell that it was only because he seemed to care a lot for him.

As you were about to respond the girl threw the white flag down to the ground and they started to drive off as fast as they could. The crowd screamed louder and louder as they distance themselves even more far away from you.

It was calm for a few minutes, with none of the cars in sight, nor the lights. But it didn’t took long as they both appeared riding the cars into your direction, or even better, the headlights did.

They kept driving faster and faster towards the winning post, side to side, making it impossible of knowing who was going to win. However, on the last second Jimin was able to speed up even more and passed Namjoon’s car, getting to the goal first.

Jimin’s friends went crazy, shouting and dancing everywhere, while Namjoon’s backed away, ashamed of losing the bet.

You found yourself clapping, happily too, and cheering him on.

“I swear that there was something wrong with the engine” You heard Namjoon saying as he got out of the car.

“Don’t lie, man. We both know that it was completely fine. Just accept that I won.” Jimin said, rolling his eyes and brushing the hair off his forehead. “Oh, and don’t forget, cold water and no soap” He added, grinning, while he threw Namjoon his car keys.

“Y/N!” You heard him shout from the middle of the crowd.

“Here!” You said, swaying your arms around, in hopes for him to see you.

He came running to you, dodging some people that were congratulating him along the way and greeting another ones.

When he finally got next to you, he wrapped you in between his arms and lifted you off the ground as you smiled into the crock of his neck.

“So, what did you thought about it?” He asked, excited. His eyes were glinting and you could hear his heart beating fast from the adrenaline that he had felt.

“You were amazing, I’m -”

“Jimin?” You got interrupted by a soft, a feminine voice that belonged to a blond girl that was wearing a rather tight dark blue dress “You did a very good job in there. Got to say that you have evolved a lot.”

“Thank you, I like to think so too” He responded.

However, what she did next was completely unpredictable. She moved in between you and him and kissed his cheek. And you just stayed there, as you felt a pain in your chest.

What. The. Heck.

Confirmed for Season 13

I know it can be difficult to find all the news relating to the show, so I’ve put together a little list here for you. I researched, but it’s still just what I found and can think of, so if there’s anything more, let me know.

1) I think all of you will know this, unfortunately Mark is not returning.

2) Jack has been added as a series regular, played by Alexander Calvert, and he’ll be hunting with the boys. Sam will want to help him, while Dean simply goes for the “let’s shoot it in the face” method.

3) There are many returning characters. (Cas, Mary, Lucifer, Missouri, Michael though admittedly in the AU world, plus we don’t know how many others.)

4) Speaking of which, Michael is returning in the AU as I mentioned, and is played by a different actor (Christian Keyes). Michael will meet with Mary and Lucifer in that world.

5) Cas is, quote, “more dead than usual” and when he comes back, he’ll be different to any version before, including his outfit. His blue tie is back, instead of the striped one, and his coat is completely different. Different colour and a different style. Still a trenchcoat, though. To be honest, I love this new look, I think it looks amazing.

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6) Cas will be back either in or before episode 6, as there has been two confirmed hugs (I’ll be honest, not a sentence I ever thought I’d write) in 13x06, one between Sam and Cas and one between Dean and Cas, and Misha was on set.

7) The season will pick up seconds after the finale.

8) There’s a new poster for season 13, and the style has completely changed.

9) Episode titles have been released. They can be found online.

10) There will be two special episodes this season, episode 16 is the Scooby Doo episode (Scoobynatural) and episode 10 is the backdoor pilot to Supernatural’s spin off show, Wayward Sisters, and the episode title is the same.

If I find out anything else, I’ll let you know by adding it. The season starts October 12th.

So something I started thinking about last night whilst watching Cinderella, my mother having just pointed out that the Prince’s jacket conveniently has a dash of blue in it to match Ella’s, is the idea of complimenting wardrobes for two characters who are supposed to be in love.

Specifically, in b99

Like, I’m sure there are hundreds of other examples that I can’t remember right now, but the more I think about it the more I realize that if Jake and Amy aren’t outright matching, they’re definitely complimenting each other, for a large, large percentage of their time onscreen together.

Even very early on, you have outfit matches like this:

or this:

aaah, this:

or even this:

and when they’re not matching completely, there’s always a splash of colour in either Jake’s or Amy’s shirt/pants that pops because it’s the same as the base of the other’s outfit, as seen here, in Jake’s tie:

here, in the checkered pattern of Jake’s shirt:

or here, in the beige of Amy’s shirt:

speaking of Johnny and Dora, they pretty much match through the whole episode, through two days and three different clothing changes:

like, no matter what, 90% of the scenes these two have together, their clothing literally makes them look good together:

and my personal favorite:

it’s also interesting to note that Jake’s staple colours are reds and blues, as are Amy’s – they just take turns switching them up:

it’s a great visual device in ways of linking them inexplicably together, especially in moments of the plot where their story peaks and the synchronicity of their clothing matches their together-ness (ie, Johnny and Dora or the New Captain) (and, even more interestingly, how when Jake is with Sophia their clothing matches/compliments, but when Amy is with Teddy, the same does not occur). inadvertently, through their #aesthetic appeal, it makes the audience like them together, which is hilarious bc as if u’d need anything more to make u like these good noodles’ love for each other.

anyways, someone come in clutch and add that photo where they’re literally wearing the exact same grey pantsuit and blue button down and i’ll die a happy woman,

You being an idol, coming home from a tour.

Thanks for the request! Love you toooo! 

Kim Namjoon

You had arrived home earlier in the day and decided to wait for Namjoon in the bedroom, wearing your shorts and one of his baggy t-shirts. You lay on your stomach scrolling through your social media on your phone. When you heard the bedroom door open, a smirk pursed across your lips.

“Well hello stranger” 

Namjoon would grin uncontrollably “Why didn’t you text me, I would’ve come home sooner”

Kim Seokjin

Jin would become a laughing mess when you came through the door to find him cooking in the kitchen, he’d have to hide how big his smile was, but still unable to believe that you were actually there, 2 whole weeks earlier than you had said.

“I can’t believe you’re here…” he’d open his arms out for a hug, just holding you there for a while, until he finally realised you really were there.

Min Yoongi

Yoongi hated being apart from you, a few days to him seemed like a year, so when he saw you after you had been on tour for over a month he’d become a cute ball of sunshine, wanting nothing more to hug and kiss you.



Jung Hoseok

As soon as you walked through the door, Hobi wouldn’t believe his eyes, he’d be rather shocked you came to see him backstage at one of his performances, then he realised you must of seen him perform too. He wouldn’t be able to hold back his smile and how happy he was to see you after all this time.

“Jagi, do you realise how much i’ve missed you?”

Park Jimin

With it being rather late you assumed Jimin would be at the dorms, but when he wasn’t you decided to go check the dance studio, knowing how much he would work himself. When you arrived, you stood in the door way watching him dance for a few moments, that was until he noticed you in the mirror. Rather quickly he turned to look at you, thinking it was his imagination.

 “Hi” you mumbled quietly with a smile.

Jimin *gif*

Kim Taehyung

You had arrived back from your tour a little earlier than expected, you decided that you wanted to surprise Taehyung. To your disappointment he had a fansign to attend, but that didn’t stop you. You decided to attend, throwing on a baggy hoodie, the other members allowing you in to surprise him. You knelt down in front of him. 

“Ahh~ hello, what’s your name?” Tae would ask with a smile

You’d lift your head pulling off your hood. “Y/N” you said with a cheeky grin.

Taehyung *gif*

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would be playing a game on his phone when he heard the door open, his eyes darted over to see you walking in. It had been almost two months since you had last seen each other, and since you had a new album release you had to change your style. Hair a different colour and your outfit more showing than usual.

“Y/N, is that you?” he’d ask in complete awe as he looked you up and down, taking in ever small detail.

“Of course it’s me you idiot” you’d laugh a little, placing your bags down.

Jungkook would quickly jolt to his feet and walk over to you rather quickly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight embrace.

“I missed you jagiya” he whispered.

snowley  asked:

I have a question- is a transformer "body" and "armor" separate or are they one piece?In movies it seemed a tranfromer has a basic body that it covers with an armor (the colorful part). In the comics or cartoon I'm not so sure but if I remember correctly in IDW comics Overlord was in some kind of tube and he was "naked", had some sort of robotic, thin body. So is the "armor" - the rest of the transformer - just like clothes or more like a bioarmor they can feel? Is this referenced anywhere?

As ever, such things tend to vary by continuity. There’s plenty of examples of a bit of a Transformer being removed, and all that’s revealed beneath is a basic mechanical skeletal structure of struts and wires that’s you couldn’t believe is ever supposed to be “exposed” at any time. In instances like these, human analogies aren’t perfect, but its probably best to think of a Transformer’s armor, or exoskeleton, as their “skin” which goes over their “skeleton” - not something, generally speaking, that they’re supposed to “take off.” Take a look at what’s going on inside Ironhide’s forearm, for instance:

Or these shots of a damaged Megatron from the Marvel comic - you can see there’s no “head” underneath his “helmet,” just internal robotic matter.

Protoforms from Beast Wars suggest something similar - a basic endoskeleton existed at the core of a protoform, but the substance of its outer body, well beyond simple armor, is formed from living liquid metal.  The protoforms seen in Transformers: Prime also follow this course - they formatted from featureless mannequins into exact replicas of Starscream, armor and all, all formed from the same living metal as if they were one body.

But you’re quite correct in also recalling an un-armored Overlord in the IDW comics, whose external armor was removed so his endoskeleton could be fused with indestructible ununtrium:

And even Transformers: Animated showed us that certain external parts of a Transformers body were armor that could be harmlessly and painlessly removed like “clothing” - witness helmet-less Bumblebee:

We would later seen that, although protoforms can be brought to life and given form, as seen here with Yoketron:

…in order to be “complete,” rather than this minimalist look, a protoform would have to be placed in a pre-existing “mold” that included certain key parts of the armour, into which it would then grow, filling out the rest of the body (this, then, explains shared body types among robots).

You raise the subject of movie ‘bots, and per the details given in the Transformers: The Movie Guide book, they seem to rather split the difference between these two ideas. For them, the protoform is the core body of the Transformer, but it generates the robot’s external armor (in accordance with the shape and colour, etc, of the alt mode) from both its own mass, and from any additional matter it can absorb and reformat into living metal.

Similar to that. the Transformers: Shattered Glass prose story “Blitzwing Bop” has noted that Cybertronian technomatter can accept replacement parts and repairs made using conventional metals, plastics, and circuits, because a Transformer’s biology is such that it will break down any such matter and convert it into living metal. It also feels like IDW concept of a spark’s “animating force" factors in here - that’s something that’s only come up in regards to Ultra Magnus, and his spark’s rare ability to animate the very large suit of armor that surrounds his body, but it makes it seems that we can’t think of it just as something that a Transformer “wears,” but something that is genuinely part of them, animated by their lifeforce

bronze-sau-luoi  asked:

Hcs about Momo and Vampire Todoroki please TToTT

I just want to start off by saying Todo is already super handsome and when I saw the Vampire costume he wore for the official art I was like rip me...TY FOR THE ASK BRONZE XD


VAMPIRE TODOROKI AU (this is a modern vampire au) ENJOY!

-Momo, a renowned neuroscientist, is part of a middle class family in london; hearsay has it that vampires live amongst them but Momo doesn’t believe that. She’s all about science and rationalizing every thought that comes through her head so nope— no way will there EVER be vampires in this world.

-Momo works near Kings Cross and obviously everyone knows about the famous Harry Potter platform thing majig there; she ignores it ‘cas she sees it everyday and its just not anything special to her anymore unlike the first time she saw it being constructed

-But one Friday morning, in the midst of crowds trampling past each other at the station, she saw a man, not much older than her, probably the same age, stand by the Platform 9 ¾, looking super concerned

-She stared at him for so long people probably thought she was a creep. He had on a blue dress shirt and black dress pants, leather loafers with little tassels and his hair was a beautiful split of white and red (momo was immediately intrigued, more so than the research on retinal astrocytes that she was currently working on)

-He’s a tourist, probably, Momo thought, and she found herself walking to him, crossing her arms, studying the way he was examining the structure. Suddenly, he fanned his gaze over to her, the pressure so intense she felt as though she was engulfed in flames. 

-Todo gave her a scan; up and down, eyes hungry. She wondered if he was a perv. 

-The first thing he said to her was “you smell delicious’. His eyes were captivating; two different  colours, like two gems matched together.

-With her heart pounding, she ran off.

-The second time she saw him, he was at her doorstep. She was completely alarmed, hands scrambling to find the pepper spray in her purse and when Todo saw, he took a step back, and introduced himself. He reassured her that he was only here to chat; his eyes didn’t change though, still sincere but almost with a primal need.

-”You don’t need to invite me into your house.” “I wasn’t going to.” He grinned, fangs showing, “You’re an intelligent woman.”

-Momo wanted to scream, were those fangs for God’s sake?! But she didn’t. Within her, somewhere, a strong magnetism is pulling her to him.

-He walked over.“200 years ago, I was told my mate would be there exactly at that spot on Friday, September the 22nd and they weren’t wrong.”

-Her blood smelled like honey and her lips probably tasted just as sweet; Todo sat her down on the asphalt and Momo wasn’t sure what to take of all of this but nothing could describe the way he’s luring her; a polarity so powerful, she could only gulp every time his eyes bore onto hers.

-They meet on and off for the next few weeks.  Momo hiding his identity from others and she falls for him, hard and fast.

-The  first date they had was on Halloween and Momo, for the first time, let him feed on her.

-After dinner, wine and cheese to end, Momo sat on his lap, hair cascading on one side of her shoulders, the nape of her neck exposed, and his fangs dug into her. Momo held onto his arm tight, somehow pleasure mixed with pain so immense she let out a whimper.

-This was in his house, a mansion under a hill, and it was quiet with no crazy dressed-up kids around.

-When he was done, her forehead rested on his and they stayed there for awhile. He was wrong; she tasted even better than honey. She was panting.

-Todo knew it’d hurt, so he wrapped his arms around her waist and cooed. 

-”Now that I’ve finally found you, I’m not letting you go.”

-Todo is scared shitless everytime Momo tries to kiss him after she eats garlic bread; “ITS SCRUMPTIOUS” she tells him and he’s just 5 metres away.

-Momo once took him as a date for her coworker’s wedding, and he’s was sweating like crazy ‘cas it was held in a chapel.

-”All these…stakes and crosses…..” He cringed and Momo finds it funny. 

-Todo’s petrified every time he passes by a bookstore and sees ‘Twilight’; “Momo, have you ever read the book?” “No, why?” “ Just to let you know, we aren’t sparkly like the vampires in there.” “Yes, Shouto, I’ve noticed.” 

A Morning with Mr. Han

Summary:  The RFA+S wake up before MC. After the Extra Story.

Pairing:  Jumin x MC/Reader

Genre:  Slice of Life

Rating:  M? Like, I refer to stuff…

Word Count:  Approx. 2500

Protip:  Showering together saves water. Unless you get distracted.  They did not get distracted, in this fic.  So, they saved water.  10 points to Slytherin.

He always set an alarm, but it was often the morning sun that awakened Jumin.  He had an east-facing window in the bedroom, and the rising sun’s light tended to rouse him before his alarm could.

Before, he had felt lonely on some mornings, waking up with only the sun to greet him.  Then, even Elizabeth the Third had not been enough to satisfy his solitude.  But now, that was no longer the case.  The young director rolled over in bed, away from the bright, morning light, and opened his eyes to one of his favourite sights:  you, his beloved wife, sleeping soundly beside him.

A small smile played on his lips; you were beautiful as you lay there, the sunlight bringing out the lighter tints in your hair, your breath even and slow as you continued to dream.  His mornings were that much brighter now that he had the honour of waking up beside you.

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So. I tried on two pairs of trousers in H&M. Same size, same pair of trousers, just a different colour. One fits, one doesn’t. So I thought hey maybe it’s a different pair and it’s not just a colour difference. So I tried on two identical pairs. Absolutely identical. One fits, one doesn’t.

Just thought I should mention it. Don’t be too frustrated if things don’t fit in H&M (and other stores like it). It’s just them fucking up sizes (they’re just completely arbitrary).

For @kkkkkelsy who asked;

Hello!☺️ It’s so nice to visit your studyblr. I think your studyblr and notes are so awesome. 😍 And I wonder how to take notes with color pens. Because my notes are always too colorful to review but if I only write in black, I can’t find the key point easily.

Hey! Oh god yes, sometimes I’ll be so engrossed with annotating or highlighting with different colours that when I step back to review my notes, it looks as if someone’s vomited a rainbow over my page.

Here are my three tips to avoid looking like your page has been destroyed;

1. Create a legend

  • Useful for 
    • Note taking
    • Annotating articles/notebooks/journal articles/ cases ○
    • Language Study 
    • Speed reading large chunks of text 
  • Method 
    • Assign a label to each colour
    • Each colour will correspond to a category of information
    • This will help you find all the key points related to a particular topic
    • (So if you write in black, you can write all your keywords/ definitions in colour)
  • Examples
    • Here: yellow=section, blue = grammar structure, orange = particle, pink = new vocabulary, green = things I already know. 
    • Here green = legal issue , yellow = legal principle, blue= argument, pink = application to facts

2. Limit the colours you use

  • Useful for 
    • Review sheets
    • Chapters/ large topics
  • Method 
    • Pick 2-3 colours for each chapter 
    • Write all the sub points in the other colour / black or blue pen
    • When you change chapter, change to different set of colours.
    • The key is to limit the colours you use per page, thus making it easier to read
    • Useful for exam revision - in theory, the headings are used as memory prompts
  • Example
    •  Here: three branches of government, three different colour schemes for each one

3. Colour each section or heading in a completely different colour

  • Useful for 
    • Comparing /Contrasting perspectives 
    • Timelines
    • Essay plans 
  • Method 
    • Colour each paragraph/chunk of notes/ section in a completely different colour 
    • Each viewpoint has a different colour 
    • Each time period has a different colour 
  • Examples 

Which one should I use?

The method I choose will depend on the subject, the type of content, and what I’m going to do with those notes (e.g. use them as revision, exam notes, or use them to write an essay). I will also combine two methods.

Why bother colour coding?

It may prompt your memory. When you have 200+ pages of notes for exams, its easier to locate key points. It makes it easier to organise and plan an essay.

What if I don’t have colourful pens?

Don’t fret! Got a pen and a pencil? Alternate between the two. Underline key points. Write keywords, headings etc in UPPERCASE and associated points in lower case. Experiment with different handwriting styles and sizes.

This is all nice and well, but I type my notes!

So do I! The heading options, customising my keyboard, shortcuts and the ToC have been my bffl throughout law school. Seriously.

Other tips I have found useful: 

In the end, its not the sheer number of colours you use but the ease of access that’s important.

If you have any questions about this feel free to ask here!

Hope this helps!

- fuckstudy.

*the notes supplied are for demonstrational purposes only. TL;DR these notes are old as fuck, there will be errors, and are used for example purposes only

anonymous asked:

how do you come up with all the character designs??

To be completely honest, anon, I never follow a specific method when I draw character designs. Sometimes they’re done at completely random with no particular thought, and sometimes they’re done with specific characters in mind. But! With that said, I do have certain keys that I tend to follow.

The main key is to keep things interesting. But that’s more simple than said. What makes a character look interesting? What makes them stand out?

I’ll try to demonstrate my thought process as well as I can.

The first thing to keep in mind is to remember that your first design, even the finished version, is nothing more than a concept. Yes, even when it’s all done and you think it looks perfect, remind yourself that it’s not. Time will pass, and you will make adjustments at some point. Sometimes, it’ll be a complete redesign, and sometimes, it’s just a small detail. Either way, it’s important to remember that the design you end up with is, in fact, not the end result.

To some people it might help to draw out really quick scribbles of random designs to see which one speaks to you the most. I highly recommend this, and I’ve done this a lot! Again, my methods vary depending on mood or situation. From beginners to professionals, the scribble method works just as well. Here’s an example of some concept art of Dorian from Dragon Age Inquisition.

As you can tell, the artist tried out several looks on a model before settling with a design they liked. (Sighs… Teach me your ways, bioware…)

Some prefer to draw a model that they can draw the clothes on, some go completely wild, which is also perfectly fine, draw the “scribbles” in whichever way suits you, as shown here and here — just remember to keep it quick and simple; save the details for the design you end up liking the most!

  • (With that said, I want to mention that this tutorial will be more focusing on the design parts than the character appearance, because i feel like faces and bodies deserves it’s own tutorial (it’d be all too much for one post).)

Okay, let’s start designing. For the sake of demonstration, I’ll use two different ways of thinking and genres. On the left, I’ll draw a more ‘random’ design, going more on impulse rather than thinking of a certain character. The only thing I have in mind is that I want the genre to be Sci-Fi, so let’s call her that. On the right, I’ll try to keep a character in mind, with the genre being Fantasy for comparison to Sci-Fi, so let’s name him Fantasy. Remember, if you do have a certain character in mind, creating a character becomes much more complex, but more interesting. (In my opinion). You need to remember that what they do and who they are will, and must, show in their design in some way. Unless, of course, it’s purposely done the opposite, in which case you have to be even more careful. Remember, every detail will say something about them! For example, say a character loathes makeup. Why would they be wearing it? Unless you have a really good explanation, don’t draw them with makeup. Basic logic, and it would fit their character. (Note: NOT an excuse, if you do something just to ‘prove’ it to basic logic, then it’s an excuse. If it’s done intentionally and with good reasoning, then it will not come off as unwise.)

Back to the designs — I wanted to keep it fairly plain for the sake of easier explanation. Perhaps minor characters, or perhaps purposely down-played for the sake of character image. I wanted to give Sci-Fi a nice, strapless and form-fitting dress, I wanted her to look sweet, and I wanted Fantasy to be kind of creepy, eyes-on-you kind of guy, not someone who’s too fancy, but not lacking in money either since he knows his way around things. The way he rubs his fingers makes him seem kinda eager for something.

Does the designs I drew above translate any of this at all? As I can imagine you guessed: no, it does not. It just looks like Anyonewearing Clothes™ with hair doesn’t say much, either.  ™.

Perhaps if we add colour…

Colour theory will be a different tutorials altogether, but I’ll cover the basics. As you can see, these colours do not flatter each other, and it does not make the clothes look any more interesting. For Sci-Fi, I wanted her clothes to be cute and colourful, but she only ended up looking like I’ve dropped the basic colours of MS Paint on her. The reason why that is is because the hues do not differ from each other. If i were to make the drawing in grayscale, you would see little to no contrast difference between the colours. Even when you’re going for a certain palette, such as pastel, you must make sure that the contrast and hues are complementary. Only, only break this rule if you know about this rule already and have practiced it. You must learn the rules before bending them. Patience is key. You will learn to do your own method with time, but being ignorant and oblivious is poison if you want to improve. Don’t be afraid to matching darker colours with lighter ones, and don’t be afraid to play around with the hues. (For example, making the skirt more red than magenta, etc.)

Now, for Fantasy, I wanted him to seem like the guy who could afford expensive dyes, but he wouldn’t bathe in them (but he probably wants to). I wanted a vibrant red to show that knowing that red can be an aggressive or passionate colour, and is often also associated with danger or sex. Perhaps he has a violent nature, maybe he’s really passionate about something, or perhaps, he really loves to sleep with people. Judging by his body language and expression, some of those traits certainly seem to suit him. The colour most vibrant, the one to stick out the most, is the colour that will say the most about the characters. Secondary colours is just as important, too. The colours chosen, however? It makes him look like a badly decorated christmas tree. The problem is, like Sci-Fi, the lack of contrast and hue (you can barely tell the difference between the boots and the pants). Not only that, but also uncomplimentary colours. Green and red are two completely different colours, as is the case with many other colours. To make them more appealing to the eye, you need to adjust the contrasts between them, making one darker or lighter, and you also need to tone down the vibrance. Since I wanted red to be the primary colour, the vibrancy turned down would be the green colour, etc.

Now, the first step to making the design a bit more interesting is to look up references. I know, not too fun, but you can make it so. I highly recommend getting Pureref for this. While you can have your own design in mind, your own ideas, it always helps to look up references of pictures that inspire you. You’ll find things you would likely never have thought about on your own. The ideas with both Sci-Fi and Fantasy remains the same, but the tweaks made made them already more unique and stand out, and you’re starting to really see the look that you were going for. For Sci-Fi, I kept the strapless look, I even made the skirt form-fitting, and I even kept her boots. The difference was the silhouette. Don’t be afraid to go bold with your designs and shapes! Make them stand out! Chances are they aren’t as bold as you think. Yes, it’s the uncomfortable ‘go outside your comfort zone’ method. Trust me, after a while it won’t be uncomfortable. You’ll just have to believe in yourself and what you’re drawing. If you want to make unique characters, you need to think unique. You might have personally wanted to wear what Sci-Fi wore before, but she is, after all, not you. Even if Sci-fi is a more random design, you are drawing what she would wear, in her settings. Same with Fantasy. He, too, remains the same as before. He has boots, pants, and a shirt, just like before, but this time with more renaissance (?) influence. Instead of an ordinary collar, I gave him frills, hinting about his status, and added them on his sleeves as well. The shirt itself is a peasant blouse, and while I don’t imagine him being a peasant, it’s either saying that he’s more relaxed about the way he dresses, or, he’s not as rich as he’d like to be. For both of them, I also adjusted their hairstyles. I gave Sci-Fi some lovely, long hair with relaxed locks drooping down to enhance that sweet look I was going for. Fantasy got long hair as well, and while it has definitely been taken care off, judging by how slicked back it is, it’s not perfect, and intentionally so. Perhaps he doesn’t care — or maybe he he think it looks good as it is.

Don’t be afraid to make changes if something about the design doesn’t seem right to you. Does Sci-Fi’s dress really need to be sleeveless? Would Fantasy really walk around in a blouse? What would the differences you’ve made say about the characters? Giving Sci-Fi those details makes her look a little more dressed up — perhaps it’s a uniform of some sort?

Think about the limitations you have. If you’re drawing modern or historical characters, you will have to be more careful with how much you change with the look. Would the characters, in their settings, actually wear that? Would it suit the world the live in, does it suit the look you’re going for? Make careful decisions when thinking about this. If you need to make drastic changes, I suggest you start a new drawing entirely. Sometimes it’s better to start fresh to think fresh.

It’s worth mentioning, also, that when looking at references, if it okay to bend the rules, especially if it’s a fantasy or sci-fi setting. Use your references as inspirations, not as a hard must. Go by instinct, even if you have a character in mind!

Notice the repeated patterns. For Sci-Fi, there’s little hard-edged shapes, except around her shoulders and boots. This is why it reminded me of a uniform of some sort — notice, also, how her design has a lot of cut-outs, which is a repeated pattern as well. For Fantasy, I decided to make his design overall more sharp, with a lot of pointed shapes. I made the sleeves loose, to make him look just a little less formal, and with buttons as well for a repeated pattern.

Remember to add accessories! They might be subtle, and to so some even unnoticeable, but they are important, and they are noticeable in their own light. You won’t notice the rings of a character who has their hands in their pockets, but as soon as they bring the fingers to their lips to giggle, you’ll certainly notice them when they are big, and shaped like skulls. No accecories says a lot about the characters as well. Disney’s Rapunzel does’nt not even have shoes — no accessories whatsoever, but Flynn Rider, however, has very visible belts, straps and a pouch. What does that say about them? Why does a thief need pouches? Does the girl locked indoors all her life need jewelry to decorate herself with and shoes to protect the floor from being covered in mud? Accessories are statement pieces, even from the most simple ribbon to a thick, studded, leather belt. I feel like Sci-Fi would enjoy taking care of her hair, so I put more volume to her hair and added hair pins to show that. With that, I added gloves and a rather odd bracelet — since i felt her outfit looked like a uniform of some sort, but not a professional one, but perhaps a game promoter, I wanted to finish that off with some ‘unneeded’, stylistic gloves. With Fantasy, I added add a big ribbon to his hair, to bring more light to his status, while keeping a few careless hairs in front of his face. In addition to this, I decided to add big, bulky rings, but also keeping a very small, subtle necklace hidden behind his frilled collar, and some decorations on his boots as well, repeating the pattern on his jacket for a finished look.

Note that small details such as these can be tricky if you’re an animator, hence why in cartoons details like these are either not existent or extremely simplified — if you don’t animate, there’s no reason for you not to add details. Don’t limit yourself!

It’s worth mentioning that bigger garments, such as outerwear, capes, etc, will make more of an impact and statement once you finish the design. The more space they take, the more important they will seem. As a general rule, one should save this for main and supportive characters and their villains. That’s not to say that minor or background characters can’t have capes and jackets — it all depends on how you draw them, how much space they take, and how much detail and thought you’re giving them. It doesn’t also mean that important characters all need large garments, but it’s definitely something worth keeping in mind.

And this is how the ‘finished’ look ends up like. It’s not perfect, and certainly needs more work (more time and effort!) but it certainly stands out more than the first example I showed you. Notice how the same palette was used, but keep in mind what I said about the hue and the contrasting colours. They’re less in-your-face now, and more complimentary. Naturally, shading is extremely useful if you want to finish the looks, because it allows you to add more details and more texture to the designs. 

With that said, when you colour, you might notice that you want to add more to your character designs — such as the green stripes on Sci-Fi, or the vivid, red details on Fantasy. 

However, as mentioned before, note that this is not the finished result. It’s a concept, and it should not be overthinked or overworked. Once you’ve spent a certain amount of time on one design, let it go and work on a new one later. You may draw the same design again, but improved, or you might find yourself draw a new design entirely. Both are fine and both options should be explored and tried out!

I hope that helped you. ♥ If you want to check out more of my tutorials, you can find them here.

eritreayunani  asked:

Hey babe, could we get some headcannons on what kind of female s/o sebastian would be attracted to and actually go the trouble of courting? Characteristics: personality-wise and a few aesthetic-wise would be brilliant. Feel free to add on other characteristics you deem suitable! Thanks hun xxx

What kind of female S/O do you think Sebastian fall for? More character-wise but aesthetic related details can be included. Thank you! :)

I can tell you now that this is going to be a big one… Took me just over an hour!


As a demon, Sebastian is above the shallowness of some humans to base attraction off of something as impermanent as appearances. But I broke appearance down to four categories and answered them separately. I did say this was a big request.


He likes shedding his gloves after a long day and running his slender fingers through your hair, slowly and gently untangling any nicks. If he’s got time, he’ll braid and brush it for you.

  • For dark hair, he’ll compare it to starlight or the beauty of blood in the moonlight (reserved for those particularly morbid moods he gets into, usually after murdering someone or may or may not have deserved it).
  • For light hair, he’ll compare it to the sunlight or to having pure gold woven into your locks.
  • For unnatural colours, such as red, he’ll be fascinated by the true colour showing at the roots and will want to know all the reasons behind why you dyed it. 
  • Length doesn’t bother him, but he’s usually pretty content if it’s long enough to braid. If you consent, he’ll find out your favourite styles, learn them within a day or two, and then replicate the chosen style of the day each morning for you, taking it out and brushing it before you go to bed.

Eye colour

  • Any eye colour. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and it’s for precisely this reason that he loves to look into them, his own magenta eyes boring into yours. 
  • For genetic mutations such as heterochromia, he’s completely entranced and just loves commenting on the individuality of the two colours.
  • In any case, some baser part of him toys with the idea of gouging your eyes out surgically, so that they’re fully intact and carrying them around with him because of how much he loves them.
  • He always talks himself down from this, though, because they have that little spark of life that he so adores and if he removes them from your person, he’ll never witness them light up when you see him walk into the room, and he can’t have that now, can he?
  • Besides, he’s pretty sure that you’d like to keep your eyes exactly where they are.

Height doesn’t matter at all because everyone’s the same height when they’re laying down.


  • With clothes, it can go two ways: pastels or dark. Sebastian generally doesn’t pay too much attention to what you wear because it’s your body and you can wear what you like, but he may offer to choose your clothes for you each morning or to design/make/order clothes for you to wear, completely tailored to you and your tastes. You wouldn’t know about this beforehand because he won’t physically measure you. Just one look at you head to toe, and he already knows exactly what you should wear. He has an eye for these things.
  • I think, with pastel colours, he’d appreciate the difference between his stark black and white outfits with very little variation, to your different shades of pinks, purples, greens, blues, etc. He’d likely compare it to the fragility and delicacy of the human body, almost going off on a tangent about how easily humans are disposed of, before remembering that you’re a member of said species and that you may not be able to stomach what he’s talking about. He’d apologise and change the subject.
  • With dark colours, he’d appreciate the similarities with his own clothes and make the occasional comment about how what you’re wearing matches his thoughts, his nature; he’s the epitome of darkness and he never misses an opportunity to tell you this.
  • He lives in Victorian London, don’t forget, so he wouldn’t approve of too much revealing of your skin. He’d tell you that “it’s unseemly and might he recommend something else that may be to your taste, My Lady?”. This would be coupled with comments muttered into your ear that is designed to leave you blushing.
  • Makeup doesn’t bother him, though it intrigues him. Why do you cover your natural face? He’d make it clear that he prefers you fresh-faced, though. Makeup carries a certain connotation in this time period.

Personality traits

  • The most important thing is that you’re not afraid of him. He’s a demon and capable of the biggest monstrosities you can think of and is mostly unfeeling, but he cannot court someone (yes, court, not date, “a frankly ridiculous modern adaptation”) who fears him. So, his s/o’s love for him needs to override the fear of what he is in all situations.
  • Full acceptance and understanding that Sebastian cannot love to the same extent that humans can and do, but rather, he’s possessive. You’re his and as such, he will protect you and fight for you, with you, with his life, if need be. Don’t expect declarations of romance and romantic proposals, it’s not in his nature. He will not change for you and the very suggestion would be most insulting.
  • Someone who knows that Sebastian can and will play games with them. Tell him your fears, he will exploit them for his own amusement. Tell him your dreams, and he will crush them if you let him. Tell him your insecurities and he will shut them down with logic in just a few sentences. But, devilish though he may be, he is still your partner, and so he will refrain from doing these things. He may still play tricks on you, though, not nothing life threatening. It’s no good courting a dead person.
  • Independence. He’s very busy with his contract, running the Phantomhive estate and doing all the other things that he does, so he won’t always have time for you. His s/o would need to be able to fend for themselves. His ward is a child and he doesn’t need or want another one. 
  • Confidence. He understands that this grows in humans, and he’d be willing to help you with that. He does care for you in his own way and will show you in every way he knows how that you’re a wonderful woman and that he loves you, again in his own way.
  • Someone who is okay with Sebastian being himself around them. So he moves a little faster, he speaks with a lower, more gravelly voice. If he realises that you enjoy that, or you tell him this yourself, then he’d be pleased and would make it a point to be a little less human around you. This links into not being scared of him.
  • Someone who is themselves. No false modesty, no façades, no masks or acts… just you. He won’t appreciate falsehoods, even if they’re meant with good intentions.
  • Someone who is strong-stomached. I don’t mean this in terms of gore, though that would help, I also mean someone who can hold their own. He will tease you on occasion about your weaknesses. For example, if you’re afraid fo the dark, he might grab your foot from under the bed. But that’s a different set of headcanons, which can be found on my masterlist.
  • Intellect. Enjoy books or writing, drawing. Plays an instrument or wants to learn one. Bi-lingual or wants to learn another language. An inherent appreciation of culture and class. Someone who appreciates the finer lifestyle. These things aren’t necessary but it would help your relationship, in that you have mutual interests.
  • This is such an important point that I left it for last, and it’s pretty self-explanatory: Maturity. Someone who loves Sebastian for exactly what he is, in all the right ways. No games, no competitions, no playing, just love. Love him for what he is, and he’ll return the affections in kind, though in a slightly different way. Respect him and he’ll respect you. That’s all there is to it.

doctorrichardstrand  asked:

i can't remember if this is still the q tax but: i learned that horses are more horrifying on a biological level than i thought! so i know that in quite a few dog breeds, partially or all white coats are linked with deafness/blindess. why is this only in certain breeds (dachshunds, dalmatians, etc) and not others? is this seen in other species?

Simply put, there are multiple different genetic mechanisms that can result in ‘white’ dogs. Some of these genes result in a lack of pigment in the fur only, but other genes are associated with issues like undersized eyeballs, or lack of pigment in the inner ear.

We don’t know all the genes that cause whiteness in dogs, but if it helps to simplify it think of white dogs like this:

  • Dogs that have colour, but have white on top
  • Dogs that have no colour (or patches of no colour)
  • Albino

Pigment isn’t just for decoration. An animal needs pigment in areas like the eye and inner ear to function. On the skin areas that are devoid of pigment are just white, but if you happen to have a white patch in your retina or inner ear you might be partially deaf or blind. This is why sometimes, some white dogs are associated with deafness and blindness. Some individual white genes are also associated with deformities of particular organs (eg eye), or a potential increased cancer risk.

Dogs that are actually coloured dogs with white over the top (eg White shepherds, Samoyeds, Maltese) typically have black (or brown) noses and pigment around their eyelids.

Dogs which genuinely lack pigment (either completely or in patches), often don’t. Their eyelids and nose are more likely to be pink.

These two pictured dogs are both white, but genetically very different and consequently have different risk factors.

Problems associated with lack of pigment are also seen in other species to varying extents. Lethal White Foals is probably the best known example.

Study Like a Gilmore!

Here are some tips to help you study like Rory Gilmore

1. Read often
2. Coffee is your best friend.
3. Switching up your study space regularly is a great idea: for example, the library, a park, in bed or a cafe.
4. Celebrate your good marks with junk food and friends, and complain about your bad marks with… junk food and friends.
5. It’s okay to stress out a bit.
6. Getting up early is important.
7. Set big goals for yourself and always aim high.
8. Studying with friends is awesome.
9. Being organized and being neat are two completely different things.
10. Handwriting beats typing.
11. Decorate your walls with revision and/or study inspiration.
12. Have a note-taking system that works for you (i.e. colour coding).
13. Test yourself and your friends.
14. Having some friendly competition is okay, but don’t let it get in the way of friendships.
15. Learning new words is fun.
16. Take a book with you everywhere (check out the Rory Gilmore Reading Challenge).
17. Sometimes your plans for the future change and that’s totally okay.
18. Challenge yourself in all that you do.
19. Everyone gets burnt out and needs to take time off.
20. Dedication and persistence is all you need.


Mark Rothko, Black-Form Paintings

No 1,  no 2,  no 4, no 5, no 5 (2),  no 6, no 7, no 8 , 1964, Mixed media on canvas.

The TATE gallery in london says this about them:

 “Although not related to a commission, Rothko clearly recognised the Black-Form paintings as a coherent series and numbered them sequentially No. 1 to No. 8, with No. 5 curiously appearing twice. Yet they were never shown as a series during his lifetime. These works mark a complete break with his colour field paintings of the 1950s.”

While I have done my best to complete this series (My previous post on it was two less than we have here now and several scans have been updated) I am still unsure as to many things, including if there is an existing scan of No 3. There are other Rothkos with that number but I have yet to knowingly see a No 3 from 1964 that goes in this set. There are some other Rothkos that are looks-appropriate as well as many different scans of these with endless variations of black, brown, purple and grey (my previous scan of no 4 was positively purple) making the “Dark Rothkos” some of the hardest to compare. I’ll call these the best scans I can find right now and I do love this series and how Rothko seems to take his colorful translucency and turn it around in this contemplative, mournful and very mortal feeling series.

I was dubious about the second no 5, myself but that ones comes right from the Tate and we who are amateurs will assume real scholarship behind that.

I hope you enjoyed this Rothko series and investigation as much as I did, and if you find a scan of Number three, well, hand it over.

HVOR ER THEA: something weird is going on

so i was talking with @evenb-naesheim about theories and stuff, and we’ve noticed something pretty interesting.

in the “camera tapes” video, there’s a guy waiting outside the store in a brown jacket:

liv doesn’t mention anything about this guy - she’s focused on the one in the blue jacket, who, granted, seems suspicious.

an interesting thing to note is that before the guy in the brown jacket appears, you can see the guy in the blue jacket (who liv is suspicious of) outside the store on his phone (although we aren’t sure if the one on their phone is the guy in the blue jacket, or thea, but yes):

as you can see above, blue hooded jacket: on his phone. guy in brown jacket: hasn’t appeared yet. when we see blue jacket guy walk into the store, brown jacket guy is there too, waiting outside.

a minute or so later, thea walks in.

thea actually looks back at the guy in the brown jacket when she walks in the store, and immediately starts to look distressed:

whilst liv notes that thea looks sad, she doesn’t stop to wonder who or what thea was looking at when she looked behind her.

as i’ve said (and as we’ve seen), liv is focused on the guy in the blue jacket, who consistently looks at thea. thea, on the other hand, looks again in the direction of the guy in the brown jacket:

thea leaves, and the guy in the brown jacket watches her as she leaves.

NOW HERE IS WHERE IT GETS REALLY INTERESTING. so far, this is all much of a muchness. but that brown jacket is the same colour as the one anders is wearing on his tinder date with liv:

anders, if you remember, was the one identified as having gone on a tinder date with thea before she disappeared.

anders has a similar hair colour, hair style, and build as the guy in the window:

what does this mean?? well, @evenb-naesheim and i have no bloody clue. it could be nothing. it could be a coincidence. it could be two completely different people. or it could be that anders had more to do with thea’s disappearance than he’s letting on, and that the guy in the blue jacket - who liv was suspicious of - might have had something to do with it too (cue dramatic music).

orrr we both need more sleep. i can’t decide at this point tbh.

Neighbours: Part Six - Tommy Shelby

The Party - Part Two

Part OnePart Five | Part Six | Part Seven

Charlie is somewhere in the crowd Tommy assures me and eventually we find him, jumping from the merry-go-round.

“Miss Crawford!” he cries, running towards me and throwing himself at my leg.

“Hello Charles, are you enjoying your party?” I ask, running my hand over the back of his head.

“Mhmm,” he mumbles, jamming his finger into a paper bag before sucking it.

“What have you got there?” I ask him, crouching down as he offers me a look in the bag.

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Like Father, Like Son. The design flaws of the Sonally Kids

Do you want to know what else I don’t like about Mobius: 25 Years Later? (For my previous rant see here) Just how uncreative they were in creating the Sonally children. Now, I’ve said before that I appreciated the names Sonia and Manik as a reference to Sonic Underground but to be honest that’s about all the praise I can give.

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Life lessons Pt. 2

A/N - just something to put some of you out of your misery lol

In the room off the Ops Centre, Alec stood in front of the group of recruits, trying his best to look the part of a tough Shadowhunter Instructor. He had his hands behind his back and his legs apart, like a drill sergeant.  He watched as the other recruits slowly made their way in, purposely not looking at his fan club in the front row. Clary and Jace were standing off to the side watching. The girl that had been brave enough to speak  to Alec at lunch hadn’t taken her eyes off him since he’d walked in.

Clary was hiding a laugh behind her hand.

“Those poor girls, they are gonna die.”

“What time is Magnus getting here?” Jace asked.

“He should be here soon actually. If they’re confused now wait till they see him”

As if on queue, Magnus Bane high warlock of Brooklyn strode into the room. A murmur of voices went around the group of recruits. He looked an imposing figure. His hair spiked up complete with magenta streaks. His eyes were defined in his usual black eyeliner and dark eye shadow. He wore his usual array of jewelery; ear cuff, two different necklaces, a ring on every second finger and several bracelets. He was dressed in a long embroidered coat and a matching plain coloured shirt and tight leather pants and black boots. He certainly stood out. And from the way every recruit in the room was looking at him they had obviously never seen a warlock before or one like him. But then no one was like Magnus anyway.

Alec looked towards his boyfriend as he entered the room and went over to Jace and Clary.

“Oh, Babe, you’ve out done yourself.” he thought and turned quickly back so the girls would think he wasn’t concerned with him at all.

“Holy cow! Who the heck is that?” one of the girls asked.

“I bet you anything he’s that warlock! Man, he’s hot though. In a freaky kind of way.”

“What! You’re nuts. He’s scary looking. I heard that a warlock can kill  just by looking at you.”

“If he’s a warlock where’s his demon mark then? They all have them. They are half demon, you know”

“Maybe he isn’t a warlock, maybe he’s someone else.”

“So Biscuit, do I look the part?” Magnus asked Clary.

“You’ve out done yourself Magnus, this is going to be so funny.”

‘How hot does my beautiful Shadowhunter look over there? It’s taking everything I have not to rush over there and wrap myself around him. I take it the 4 young ladies in the front row  are his usual little admirers?” Magnus asked.

”That would be them, easily recognisable by the puddle of drool under their chairs.” Jace told him. Magnus turned to cast an eye over the group, centering in on the girls.

“let’s just show them what a jealous warlock boyfriend looks like, shall we?” he said, and he made a point of turning around fully to face the group. He glared directly at the four girls, who were huddled together in their chairs.

“Oh my angel! He’s watching us!” one said, looking back at Magnus who was glowering down at them from across the room.

“what? Who?”

“ the warlock or whatever he is, he’s watching us!” they all took scared glances across the room to see Magnus, hands on hips, legs a bit apart glaring straight at them.

“Oh god, we are gonna die!” said one girl as they tried to tear their eyes from him. “we are. Aren’t we? Genuine panic had set in for three of them at least.

“Don’t be stupid, why would he kill us? We haven’t done anything wrong.”

Alec was trying not to laugh at his boyfriend. He just continued to look out over the room occasionally glancing at his watch waiting for the last of the recruits so he could start the session. He  knew he shouldn’t of been but he was taking quick looks at Magnus out of the corner of his eye hoping his fan club wouldn’t notice; he looked so hot in that coat and those leather pants and boots, Alec was trying everything he could think of not to think about him. He chanced a look at his fan club in the front row. The girls were too preoccupied with the thought of imminent death by warlock to worry what he was doing. The last recruit had just taken a seat and Alec gave an almost imperceptible nod to Magnus.

“Any minute now” Alec thought and he braced himself for what was coming.

“I do believe it’s show time.” Magnus said, back to Clary and Jace.