warm undertone

delivery boy || jjk (f)

Additional details: ‘’pls let it be a cute delivery boy’’

❀ genre/warnings: fluff, drabble.
❀ word count: 800+

bangtan delivery boy series:
jjk | kth | pjm | knj | jhs | myn | ksj

Additional details: ‘’pls let it be a cute delivery boy’’


It was just a joke. You weren’t thinking anything of it and just expected the good old same dude, who delivered you your pizza every time you ordered one. Just that middle aged man with apparently no wife or kids, greasy hair and a rude attitude. But shit, you never thought your wish would come true. You opened the door with lidded eyes, not putting effort in you looks today and rubbed your neck. But as soon as your eyes glided upwards to the delivery boy’s face, you slightly gasped. This was definitely not the person you expected to stand in front of you. The boy showed of small dimples with a smile.

‘’Hi,’’ he simply said and the smile he showed you reminded you of a bunny, although that was just a random thought popping up into your mind. And in that very moment, you just wished you had put on some decent clothes rather than just an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. He handed the box to you as you cleared your throat.

‘’Hey,’’ you slowly accepted the pizza box and couldn’t help but stare at him. His ruffled, brown hair was put under a cap which he just readjusted as he wore the usual delivery boy clothes; a bomber jacket in the colours of his company, the cap and some black ripped jeans with dirty sneakers.

An awkward silence fell upon you two, as you were still staring at him like a creep while he couldn’t help but smile. It was his first day at work and getting stared at by such a beautiful girl gave his ego some kind of boost already.

With your cheeks all red and warm, you realised you were supposed to give him the money and dug into the pocket of your sweatpants, trying to find some money. Then the pockets of your hoodie followed and your heart skipped a beat as you didn’t feel any money.

‘’Hold up,’’ you said and sprinted back into your home, trying to remember where you had some money left. You definitely weren’t prepared for this once again. While you let the delivery boy wait, you fished some money from the kitchen counter and dashed back to the front door. Trying to act all cool, you saw he had his phone pulled out and was scrolling through his feed.

A relieved sigh rolled over your lips as you came to stand in front of him again.

‘’S-Sorry,’’ you apologised, but you didn’t even know yourself why you said that. For taking so long? For staring so much a couple of moments ago?

‘’It’s okay,’’ he chuckled, putting his phone back and he reached out for your hand with the money, your hands slightly touching as he took the money. He hastily zipped the little fanny bag on his wait open and searched for some change to give to you. ‘’So, you asked for a cute delivery boy?’’

You let out a soft squeal, surprised by him knowing about your additional detail thingy, as you put your hands in front of your face shortly, before moving them to the side so they rested on your red cheeks. ‘’I-I don’t know why I did, and I didn’t e-expect them to seriously send one either.’’

“You think I’m cute?’’ he said with a cheeky undertone, his warm smile growing into a sly smirk as he leaned against the doorpost. He handed you some change and the receipt –although you never asked for it. Your hand left your cheek to get it.

“Eh, isn’t that the reason why they send you?” you asked him, tilting your head slightly. You gave him a puzzled look and put the money aside while holding on to the receipt. ‘’I-I mean, I don’t know…’’

The boy laughed and licked his lips wet, to which your stomach tightened a bit. ‘’I’m their only delivery boy, the other dude got tired of the job and quit.’’

A look of realisation flashed across your face as you remembered the old man telling you that the last time you ordered a pizza. Your mouth was agape by now and you became speechless.

‘’Cat got your tongue?’’ the boy chuckled as he pushed his body away from the doorpost. ‘’Anyways, I better go now. Deliver some more pizzas. I’ll see you around!’’

“Th-thanks!” you called out to him, watching him walk away. As he almost walked around the corridor, you quickly called out again: ‘’Wait! What do you mean by seeing me again?’’

But he was gone already, and a soft sigh left your mouth again; in all honesty you wished for him to stay longer and talk a bit more. He had this vibe which made him approachable and it was something you liked. Despite the fact he made your blush and stutter like crazy, he was still very patient and nice with you.

You looked down at your receipt and was about to crumple it into a small ball, but stopped midway your action when you saw ten digits written at the bottom of the paper.

‘’Text me ;)’’

this is gonna be a mini series, so i’ll also turn the rest of bangtan into some cute ass pizza delivery boys soon ;)

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Flaws and scars (Loki x reader)

Warnings: none, this is just fluff ;)

Summary: You wake up in Loki’s arms

Note: just something quick i wrote. I’ve been out of ideas lately so yeah, there’s that. English is not my first language, so sorry for the mistakes, and i would love feedback! 

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Slowly you woke up by the light from behind the curtains. You breathed in the air. Loki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you tightly. He breathed into your hair, still asleep. Easily, you turned to face him, trying not to wake him up.

“What are you doing love?” He asked, startling you.

“I wanted to face you.” You said. He opened his eyes, smiling. He let go of you, so that you were able to move.

“You can put your arms around me again.” You whispered when you had moved. He chuckled and pulled you close. You were inches from each other, and Loki completed them by putting his soft, cold lips on yours. You laid a hand on his bare chest, and felt his heart beat fast. The other was on his bicep, and his cold skin had a warm undertone.

You pulled back from the kiss, needing air, and you smiled wider than you thought you could, which made him smile.

“What Darling?” He asked. You leaned in and placed your head on his chest, still smiling.

“I love you Loki. All your flaws and scars are mine.” He placed his hands on your back, and without he realized, tears welled up in his eyes.

“I love you too (Y/N). You are all for me.”


Still Falling for You - Ellie Goulding 





So about my rare-pair....

For @thinkoutsidethelovesquare

Peering into the spot-streaked (ugh, school bathrooms were the worst) mirror, Chloe frowned as she took stock of her mid-day makeup. Don’t ask her how she’d managed to leave her touch-up bag at home; She couldn’t begin to tell you why she’d suddenly decided to leave her fifth most prized possession sitting on her vanity, but at this point she would have honestly rather given up a kidney instead. 

At least that way she would have looked glamorous as she died a slow, organ-failure-related death, instead of going out cakey in a dimly lit public restroom.

 Sighing, she ran one manicured fingernail along the edge of her lips, hoping to salvage what was left of her icy pink lip stain, however it wasn’t looking promising. The color bunched unevenly to the small grooves of her lips, concentrated around the perimeter and nonexistent in the middle. And her foundation? In this August heat? 

Oh that was a goner. 

A splotchy, splotchy goner. 

Chloe held in a groan, balling up a handful of paper towels before thrusting it beneath the faucet. Leaning towards the mirror once more, she dabbed furiously at the worst of the damage, and had just began contemplating whether the eye shadow was worth saving or not when-

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Skincolours in art

I have seen so much negativity and anger towards this issue in this site, and often from the mouths of people who don’t draw/paint themselves, so I decided it’s my time to step up and speak my mind as someone with a traditional art degree in their pocket.

The problem seems to be that many people don’t know that it’s perfectly natural for artists to fail a few times before getting the hang of colouring a new skintone. That lack of understanding, and the posts it brings with it, really, really bother me.

Now, I am not going to pretend whitewashing and & racist ideologies don’t excist in the art world. Of course they do, but this post isn’t about that. This is about colouring skintones, and the common mistakes that happen while doing it.

I am being serious - as a traditional art student, I got to study a lot of colour theory and was taught how to make skin colours pop, and you know what? It’s already very different to colour a warm undertoned and cool undertoned skin of same darkness/lightness level. Not to mention trying a totally new darkness/lightness level of a skin - it can be very tricky to figure out on your own! So if someone is colouring, for example, yellow toned skin for the first time they might easily make it too yellow. It happens. It doesn’t necessarily mean the artist was trying to be racist.

“But everyone knows how to paint pale skin, so it’s racist!” - no, they don’t, and no, it’s not that simple. I was in a portrait painting class, and dear god half of us managed to make our portraits too green while painting a light skinned model. Too green, you ask? That’s because in portrait painting, you often use contrasting colour as the undertone of your canvas to make your colours look more vibrant. In this case, green to contrast reddish skin tones. Not everyone used enough warmth in their work to tint off the green, so some sickly looking paintings were made. It was rather unfortunate, but also natural part of the learning process.

The assumption of artists having to be able to colour all skintones because they have mastered a few is ridiculous. “It’s not that different, why do white people pretend thet can’t colour dark skin” - it is very different, actually, especially if we go dark enough. At some point, it becomes more about noting the colours at the highlights of the skin (very dark skins where the undertone is most prominently seen in these areas) instead of paying attention to the colours of shadows on someone’s face (very light skins). Everyone’s personal undertone also plays part on what colour of shadows you should use, and the lightness/darkeness of their skin adds another layer of thinking into the mix of what colours to use. For example, light pink might work as a blush on pale skin, but looks off in warm brown skins, and green veins look good on yellow toned skin, but kind of off in red toned skins. This balance of colours plays part in everything.

Not to mention people’s personal colouring styles - for those who don’t aim for natural tones, it’s a whole another process to think how they can express different skin colous in, for example, pastel colours. Also in cartoon-y styles, you often have to simplify skintones. I have seen several artists getting hate for their unconventional colouring styles.

It’s important to give artists, especially more inexperienced ones, the room to learn, grow and make mistakes. You can (kindly) give tips, but smashing someone down for a mistake & calling them racist for a skin colouring mistake they did because they haven’t yet mastered that tone is more likely to scare them off from attempting to be more diverse than it is to make them magically know how to colour that skintone.

Mistakes, especially ones made while learning, are okay. Don’t start your witchhunt the first mistake someone makes. Educate. Then, if someone actually doesn’t want to learn and and means what they do a bad way, call them out. But give artist the right for mistakes.

And please, just be kind.


josh dun x reader

Summary: Two moments between you and Josh, both on autumn days

Word count: 261

Originally posted by cottoncandyjoshdun

 “Josh?” You asked calmly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. The cool autumn air caused your cheeks to turn pink, and strands of your hair to curl around your face. The trees waved lightly, the vibrant leaves fluttering before a few break off of their branches and gracefully fall to the pavement. His neon hair fluttered around his forehead.

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F  A  V  O  R  I  T  E  S  

I have finally got around to making this ridiculously long list of my favorite products that I use pretty much every day! I gave as much detail as I thought fit for each product and included various pros and cons. I will not provide links since a quick Google search will give you all the information you need on where you can purchase these items. All items are split into categories to make this post more organized. I do not have any affiliate codes or links. I created this list as a way to share my most loved cosmetics and to give honest reviews of drugstore and high-end products. Your feedback is welcome and much appreciated. Without further acknowledgments, let’s get started:

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the-real-sans-the-skeleton  asked:

I had a really hard day today (got harassed at school and then got yelled at) and I was wondering if you would do a request The request is (this might be long sorry) reader find out they are pregnant with Gabe's kid and then before they can tell Gabe the news he is presumed dead and so the reader goes on with their life and has the child then Gabe comes back as reaper and goes to find the reader and then funds he has a family now sorry if it was too long sorry!

((I’m so so sorry you had a hard day hon, those people that yelled at you suck. I hope that things get better!))

“Estoy em-bara-za-da”, you practiced, saying each syllable carefully before licking your lips and nodding. You were playing a short recording over and over, making sure you were saying it right and not butchering the Spanish phrase. “Estoy embara-zada…Estoy embarazada! There we go, I got it!”

You spun in a circle, smoothing your hands down your ‘bloated’ belly, giggling softly and happily. You were pregnant. If you hadn’t taken five pee tests and one blood test, you wouldn’t be sure if you actually believed that it was true but it was. You and Gabriel had talked in passing about having a family; of running away from Overwatch and Blackwatch, finding a home and starting over from scratch. New identities, plenty of money and enough human comforts that you’d never have to look back. You’d never be the ‘Jones’, with their white picket fences and ‘perfect American dream’, but you could be happy and free from all the bureaucratic bullshit that was intrinsically tied up with Overwatch and Blackwatch.

Especially now since things were looking so bad. Between the sensitive leaked information about Overwatch, deaths of prominent Overwatch agents, the reveal of the existence of Blackwatch and the witch hunt the world was on, it was time to get the hell out of dodge. Jesse had left first with Gabriel’s blessing, but his protege couldn’t convince the Blackwatch leader to leave himself. He had wiped records of your existence and moved you to Aix-les-Bains, France; explained that it was safer to be out of Switzerland for the time being, the hour commute back and forth more than worth it to keep you directly out of harm’s way.  What that harm was, he hadn’t revealed to you.

‘It’s better you don’t know, amorcita. Keeps your hands clean of this bullshit.’

Still, maybe with this news he could finally go through with those fanciful ideas of yours. You jumped as you heard you phone begin to buzz, drawing you out of your inner mind and back into the real world. Pushing a hand through your curls, your brow furrowed as you listened to your phone’s nonstop buzzing from across the room, grunting agitatedly. Crossing the room, you grabbed the device and pressed a button to illuminate the screen. Your blood froze like ice in your veins as you read the emergency notifications that were filling up your screen.

‘Explosion at Overwatch Geneva Headquarters’

‘Gigantic Explosion Rocks Overwatch HQ, Unknown Numbers Dead or Injured’

‘Unknown Numbers Hurt and Injured after Explosion Hits Geneva’

“Oh god…”

It had taken three more months until Gabriel’s status was changed from missing to dead, Reinhardt bringing you the personal effects that been found in the debris. His hat, a tungsten ring you had given him and his dog tags; all burnt but still there. Your fingers traced over the letters of his name, a soft sob leaving your lips as you pulled the objects tight against your chest. He may have left the physical plane, but Gabriel hadn’t left you alone. Your hand smoothed down your round stomach, looking up at Reinhardt with a watery smile.

“Thank you…”

“Isabella”, you warned, the bright eyed two year old looking back at you. She had managed to climb halfway up onto the the kitchen table, you rushing and scooping the adventurous little girl into your arms. She looked so much like her father, you joked that she was his little clone, only picking up traces of your features. Big brown eyes framed with thick black lashes, soft copper skin covered in tiny freckles and a head full of thick, wild black curls that framed her chubby little cheeks. “Princesita, how many times must mama ask you not to climb up on the table, hm? You’re going to end up just like those little monkey and bump your head!”

You began to tickle the little girl, spinning her in your arms and smiling at her screaming laugh, peppering warnings and kisses to her head and forehead. You had tried to keep her father’s memory alive; teaching Isabella Spanish and using the affectionate terms you could imagine Gabriel using, showing her vids and pictures of her father and his friends to prove that he was a hero that had laid down his life to protect them. Isabella knew his face, would call him daddy and talk to his framed picture in those short toddler sentences. It was hard, admittedly, to raise her all on your own but you loved your daughter and you know that Gabriel would be happy to know how you both were living.  

“Mama”, Isabella said through giggles, her own chubby little fingers stilling at trying to tickle you. She tilted her body backwards as she looked at the door frame that led to the front door, making you grunt as you took a half step forward to catch her. You shifted your daughter to your hip, the little girl grabbing onto your shirt to steady herself before pointing. “The doorbell mama!”

“Good ears mi amorcita”, you complimented, gently ruffling the child’s hair and bouncing her on your hip with each step. You were expecting a few packages for Isabella’s owl-themed birthday; a colorful owl plush, a dress, umbrella and rainboot set with the same type of owl and a new book featuring the same, sweet cartoon-y creature. The doorbell rang once more making you scoff in annoyance, Isabella yelling again to notify you that the doorbell was in fact being rang. “Thank you little one. I am coming!”

You tried to keep your voice singsong-y, a small tick of annoyance pulling at your neutral smile. Rude ass postman rushing you when they knew damn well you had a child and they didn’t have that many houses to go to in that area. Shifting Isabella on your hip, you put a sweet yet annoyed smile on your lips, undoing the locks before throwing the door open.

“Sorry for ma–”

You jumped startled, arms wrapping tightly around your daughter as you caught sight of the person on the other side of your screen door. It was a tall man that was dressed in all black; black cargo pants, a black hoodie and black boots. Something tickled in the back of your head, there was something…familiar about that silhouette.


Your eyes jumped back to your daughter, the child less scared than you were but more curious as to why you were squeezing her so tightly. Shooting a sweet smile down at her, you took a small half step back, prepared to hit the lockdown button near the door.

“I don’t know who you are but you should go”, you said, voice steely and serious, eyes darting between your daughter, the button and the stranger. “Now.”

The stranger chuckled softly, the sound low and gritty and solemn but familiar, your stomach flipping nervously. Your hands hovered over the button but you still couldn’t find it in yourself to press it just yet as the stranger began to turn, pushing the hood they had up off of their head.

“Cautious as ever mi reina”, the man said before locking eyes with you, a melancholic smile playing on those ever familiar lips. Gabriel Reyes stood in front of you, scarred and pale but alive and you froze. It felt like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs as you stared your dead lover in the face, your heart thundering in your chest.

“Gabby”, you breathed out weakly, tears immediately rolling down your cheeks. Your mind couldn’t process this. Gabriel shouldn’t be here, they hadn’t found a body but there is no way that he could be here…and alive. You hiccuped, adjusting Isabella on your hip again before wiping hardly at your face. “H-how?”

“Let me come in cariño”, Gabriel said, his hand lightly pressing against the glass of the screen. Now that he was closer, your eyes studied what you could of his facial features. His large brown eyes were now the color of fresh blood. His warm undertone was now gray, making his brown skin appear duller. There scars you had never seen before on your face, but you knew somewhere in your heart of hearts that this was the love of your life. His eyes kept darting between you and Isabella, his expression communicating unbelievable longing.  “I will explain everything, just please let me in.”

“Papa! Mama that’s papa? Mama look! That’s papa?”

“Yes baby”, you said softly, voice cracking as you tried to keep it together for your little girl. “That is your daddy…should we let him in?”


Your hands shook as you unlocked the door, your senses suddenly filled by the scent of his cologne and pomade, his arms wrapping tight around you as he pushed through the door. You unconsciously squeezed your arm tight around him, the feeling of completeness filling your body. He broke away from the hug, a real smile on his lips as he looked between you and Isabella once more before bending slightly so that he could be eye to eye with the two year old. The little girl smiled wide at him, her hand reaching out to actually touch his face, bursting into a fit of giggles when Gabriel kissed her palms.

“Hi there ángel”, he said, his voice unbelievably soft as he stood up to full height.

“That’s not my name”, the toddler corrected, brow furrowing at the ‘name’ her father had imposed on her. “My name is Isa-bella Ale-jan-dra Reyes!”

She slowed down on her own syllables to make sure she said each of them correctly before grinning wide at the man, her father. Gabe’s eyes lifted to look at you, shocked that you had given her his last name before looking back to the little girl, pure love and adoration in his eyes.

“Hey there Isabella…”

Min Yoongi’s natural skin tone Masterpost - Predebut

Cuz apparently this is so very much needed, since this fandom has made the huge misunderstanding of taking his stage name in the most literal way possible. 

His stage name is SUGA, simply because he’s the palest member in the group / compared to the other members. (Yes, we know that the other origin of his stage name means Shooting Guard. Both the pale skin origin and the basketball origin were both used by him.) 

He is NOT the equivalent color of industrialized sugar aka white.

He is pale, but his undertone is warm (you can learn more about what this means here).

This masterpost is going to be split throughout the eras because it’s way too much for one post alone.

*Note: for those who haven’t realized it by now, this masterpost contains only unwhitewashed/unedited/untouched pictures and prints of videos.

ps: please forgive me if some of the pictures don’t correspond to the right era, I tried my best.

The Masterpost:

predebut | 2C4S | ORUL82 | SLA | D&W | HYYH1 | HYYH2 | YF | WI

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And here’s Anya’s twin! Sorry this took so long but! Better a little late than never!

[Transcript of my writing below in case you can’t read it]

* Name: Foxglove “Fox” Maddox
* Age: 19
* Bday: July 28th
* Gender: male (he/him)
* Ethnicity: Cuban, welsh/white
* Nationality: American (lived in wales as a young child, does not have a bit of an accent like Anya).
* Appearance: between 5’ 6" and 5’ 7", lean (in p good shape, but not particularly strong), medium-dark skin tone (warm undertones), large scar on back going from his right shoulder to his left hip, freckles and beauty marks on him face + body, neck length wavy brown hair (often tied up in some way or another), very dark brown eyes, medium sized round nose (slightly turned up), medium-thick brows
* Clothing: ?? Tbh I agonized over this for like an hour and kept coming up blank, so for now this is just. Up for interpretation I guess?

Note: my original idea for clothing was like. Hip hop dance clothes, and when I was looking up examples of that, I came across a picture with someone posing like the picture on the right so. Enjoy Fox in a probably v out of character pose (I haven’t really decided what his personality is yet)

Countdown to Countdown belongs to @velocesmells

Thanks! Hope you like it 💕


Brown is not boring.

Brown skin can be ranges of light tan to dark as night. It catches the light and the person glows. With red undertones it’s warm and inviting. With blue undertones it’s visually striking and gorgeous. With yellow undertones it’s visions of home and friendliness.

Brown eyes can be deep, piercing, stunning, and immensely different from one another.

Brown hair can catch the light and show you a world of colors. Blonde you didn’t know existed. Red that you inherited. White from experience and a lighter brown as a natural highlight.

Brown is the color of the earth we dig up to plant something green.

Brown is the color of comfort and peace, be it food, a blanket, your favorite sweater, or autumn.

Brown is the wake up you need or the relaxer at the end of the day.

Brown protects the trees around you so you can breathe.

It’s sand on the beach. It’s the bottom of a lake. Its plants and animals and and leaves from a few years ago. It’s trails in the woods and rocks near waterfalls.

It’s moons and planets far far away that people call beautiful. So why wouldn’t brown be as amazing as everything that is brown?

Brown is a boring WORD. But brown is by no means a boring color.

Arranged Love Pt.5 | Jungkook

Originally posted by jungxook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love? And, above all else, how did you and Jungkook even find yourself being forced into an arranged marriage simply for publicity?

Word Count: 4,380

Genre: Fluff/angst

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anonymous asked:

what are the paladins favorite colors of lipstick for their s/o to wear? gotta leave cute kiss marks for them to notice in the mirror later! <3

- Light pink!
- If there’s a little shimmer in there, that’s great also
- To be honest, as long as his S/O is smiling he’s okay with everything <3

- He’s pretty confused that nude is not only an option, but a family of colours
- He’s not a hypocrite, and his lips are drier than the desert he lived in, so he won’t outright state a preference
- But it’s dark purpley red
- Kind of like a,, vampy mauve

- Also red
- But very bright
- He likes that his S/O has the confidence to pull it off and he loves to look at them and kiss them while they’re wearing it

- I think they’d like darker pinks
- Not fuchsia, just a little bit subtler
- But not baby pink, they think that looks like the trademark frosty pink lip of the 90s

- Also dark red
- No cool undertones though, warm red for sure
- He doesn’t really mind a finish, but he’s learned that if it’s glossy it’ll likely transfer onto his lips after a kiss so that’s his favourite

Love was never supposed to hurt this much

Plot - Loving him was never easy, but no one said it was going to be. Love could conquer anything. Right?

Words - 5,400

Pairing - Bucky X Reader

Warnings - ANGST! Major character death. The smallest amount of fluff in the world.

A/N - I have already posted this once before so if you think you’ve read it then you probably have. I deleted my secondary blog with the same name so I could change it to my primary. Anyway, I’m sorry for making you all suffer again. The angst is real.

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie


Love. It had always been a foreign concept to you, but god the moment you laid eyes on him you knew – you damn well knew he was the one.

Even from birth you never knew the meaning of love. Your parents? The people who are supposed to love you unconditionally, it seemed they didn’t understand the meaning of it either – or maybe it was because your dad left so long ago, and it spiralled your mother into depression, pushing her towards alcohol. Then years later, when your mind was ridden with self-hatred, and depression sank its claws into your flesh, he came along.

The moment your eyes fell on him the breath was stolen from your lungs, yet you felt like you could breathe all-over again. Everything about him was beautiful – from the way his brunette hair fell into his eyes – and on the topic of his eyes, oh they were the most beautiful things you had ever seen in your life. They were bright blue, like the sky on a summers night – yet they were so dark and steely that you found yourself drowning in their depths, they were breath-taking on a whole other level. Then there was the way that his expanse of muscle rippled underneath his clothes and a smile which lit up your entire world and gave you the light you needed to guide you from the tunnel of self-hatred. He was perfect in every way possible.

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  • Jacob: He has medium skin tone but he became more pale because he rarely went outside after Abe died; he tans easily though. His skin is oily also and he is prone to minor breakouts on his face. Has an oval shaped face with a average sized greek nose. He has almond shaped blue eyes also. His top lip his smaller than his bottom lip. His hair is dark and it covers half of his ears and covers his forehead. He is average height for his age and he has a lean build to him.
  • Emma: Emma has a fair skin with warm undertones. She has a heart shaped face with a small button nose. Her eyebrows are darker than her hair color and are arched. She has almond shaped chocolate brown eyes with light eyelashes. Her lips are full and the corners of her mouth naturally turn down when relaxed. She is isn't short but she she isn't tall either for a girl and has more development on her upper body than lower body- so inverted triangle shaped body. She has sandy blonde hair that is parted in the middle, it reaches right above her shoulders and curls a little bit outwards.
  • Bronwyn: She has tan skin with a square shaped face. Has nice high cheek bones and a jawline that could cut you. Her elbows and knees are scarred up from rough housing. She is from a Filipino descent also. Medium size flatter looking nose that is naturally highlighted a little bit at the tip. Her top lip is bigger than her bottom lip and she has a prominent Cupid's bow. Has broader shoulders and has a muscular build to her. On the taller side for a girl too. She has dark brown hair cut into a pixie cut that nicely frames her face and is parted in the middle.
  • Millard: He has fair skin covered in freckles from head to toe. Has a diamond shaped face with a medium sided button nose. Has straight thin lips. Is on the tall side, and he has a little bit of pudge on him. He has round eyes with beautiful lashes and has heterochromia (one green eye and one brown eye). He also has wavy mousy brown hair with a widows peak. Wears glasses when he reads.
  • Horace: His skin is practically porcelain-uses the best products for himself. Triangle shaped face with an aquiline nose. Has the brightest, whitest teeth. Thinner lips but his bottom lip is just a little bit bigger than his top. Has bigger ears which he covers by his top hat. Has grayish blue deep set eyes. He is short but with long legs. His hair is platinum blonde and is nicely slicked back.
  • Enoch: Very very pale because he rarely goes outside. Rounded face with a nose that turns a little bit upwards. Has sharp lips and when he smiles on that very rare occasion you can see his dimples. Is pudgy and does not care. Has a short and stocky build to him. His eyes are droopy and are a hazel green color and he has prominent eye bags. He has dirty blonde hair that is two inches longer on top and is always a mess.
  • Fiona: Has dark brown skin with a few moles and freckles here and there. She has an oval shaped face with a funnel nose. Her lips are full and plump. She is at average height and carries most of her weight at her bottom half. She has almond shaped brown eyes with thick eyelashes. She has very thick curly hair that is brown but when the sunlight hit it you can make out red and she often has flowers, leaves, etc scattered throughout her hair.
  • Hugh: Hugh has such a tan line, his covered skin is ivory. Has a rectangular shaped face with a greek nose. His lips aren't full but aren't thin either. When he opens his mouth you can make out prominent canines. He is very tall and he has a lanky build to him but his arms are a little muscular. He has almond shaped brown eyes that he hides under his goggles because his eyes are sensitive to sunlight. His hair is dark brown with cool tones that he brushes back but doesn't add any product to it.
  • Olive: She has cool toned medium colored skin. Her face is round and she has a roman shaped nose that is a little crooked. She has small full lips and is almost always smiling. Her eyes are hooded and are hazel. She is of average height for her age and she has nicely toned legs because of her shoes. She has wavy brown hair with bangs that reach just above her eyes.
  • Claire: She has fair skin with a pink undertone. Her face is heart shaped and she a small button nose. Her lips naturally pout a little. She has very cute dimples too. Very small when it comes to height and still has a little bit of baby fat on her. Her eyes are big and round and are light blue. She has curly platinum blonde hair which she loves having accessorized.
Severus Snape Headcanons.

- He has dimples.

- His teeth are crooked and yellowed but the rare time he smiles, you know he has a really nice smile. Not too much gums, a nice curve to his lips.

- His lips are overall thin but his lower lip is plumper.

- He has long eye lashes.

- My head canon of him is descendant of Spaniards, which in turn have ancestry from the Middle East. I imagine he is super pale but with a yellowish/warm undertone.

- He is bisexual.

- He has awesome eyebrows. Bushy but sharp and formed for maximum sarcastic/snarky use.

- He looks older for his age, but his eyes still showcase how young he actually was. He has a few more lines across his forehead and his smile lines because of his scowls and his frowns, but he doesn’t have crow’s feet because he never smiled much.

- He likes classical and rock music.

- He denies liking beer, as denial of his lower working class upbringing.

- He always wanted to be poised, elegant and cool, but he knows he isn’t, even after he does something petty or vindictive. He knows he is not a nice person, but he prides himself in his self-awareness.

- Around the 1980′s, right after Voldemort “fell”, he put on some weight, at least enough to marvel at his soft tummy. Not pulled tight over his bones anymore.

- He secretly liked his wiry arms from Potion making.

- He took a lot of self-made potions to care for his gastritis, result of stress, his lack of eating, etc.

- He knows it was his Wizarding bloodline that kept his hair abundant, instead of becoming bald from the emotional, physical and mental pressure. Especially because he never really groomed himself, nor did he care to, much.

anonymous asked:

Asdfghjjkl dang. Your coloring skills are so tricking good like woahh. May I ask though, how do you colour? Just the process of it at least, maybe. Hhnngg, thank you ;;;

hi der anon aaa- thank you ;; A ;; )/ oh oooOH
if u rlly wan kno, here’s a thing- color process?? its rlly bad???

so uhh dis is kenma btw lolol 
-as usual i start with a sketch dat i consider lineart aha
- color block (i use a color i normally wudnt use)
- i clip the next layers onto da color block (base, shading, etc)

- use a soft round brush to liek add blush? da color depends- i liek go for oranges on warm undertone/ reds on cool undertone

-shading! (i use #d5b2b8 set on multiply)
- i also add color(the one i used as blush) to lineart

- nao i jus group them all then add other effects such as color, filters (cOZ FILTERS R NICE OK), etc.

- i duplicate that and merge it all together, dis is where i clean up & fix things including painting over places ive missd, liquify (!!!), etc.

- i sometimes use iris blur to make it fancy lol 

then ur done!!! aaaaa ;;; A ;;; /

8bitempress  asked:

/runs in with one shoe on/ May I have a lil ficlet where Gabes S/o was cryogenically frozen a day before the Swiss explosion, because he knew what was going to happen (didn't anticipate the outcome) and then came back for them years later as reaper, reunion that ends sweet and they'll basically follow them to the grave. Please~ your a peach

“You trust me, corazón?”

Your eyes danced over his face, your heart thundering in your chest as Gabe’s thumb lightly stroked your cheek, his outer resting lightly on your shoulder. Things were coming apart at the seams; Blackwatch had been revealed to the world, Overwatch was under increasing scrutiny and the public outlash was becoming more resentful, tumultuous. Despite all this, Gabriel hadn’t stopped his hard work. Over the years he had begun to find hints that those behind Overwatch and Blackwatch weren’t the altruistic benefactors that they had made themselves out to be. Omnic rogues connected to LumériCo, Volskaya Industries funding the Talon terrorist organization, the Omnium explosion in Australia tied to an under the table deal with the United Nations. Initially, he had hidden this information, from both you and McCree, not wanting to pull more people into this conspiracy until he was sure it was just that and not happenstance. When he had finally informed both of you, it was already too late. Whoever was in charge knew that you were onto them and they had retaliated swiftly.

Gabriel forced McCree to leave first; it was better to think he gone AWOL rather than he committed treason by staying. Gabriel’s protege was smart, he said he couldn’t take the arguments, the infighting of both organizations too much for him to bear. One night he was there and the next he was gone; sent away with money, false identification, a few of his personal effects and his gun. Your safety was next. He wouldn’t say exactly what was coming next, but he explained that it would be catastrophic and he would be damned if you got caught in the crosshairs. You couldn’t convince him to go with you, the both of you knew in your heart of hearts if he went with you it would cast way too much suspicion. Plus, he needed to reach Jack. Arguments or not, the two were still best friends, brothers in arms and Gabriel wasn’t going to just let him die without giving him some kind of clue what was going on. But he promised, as soon as things died down, he would come and find you and the both of you would get your ‘happily ever after’.

You gulped thickly, nodding your head slowly, a shaking smile creasing your lips.

“Well duh”, you said passively, giving a slight shrug of your shoulder, trying to downplay the anxiousness that thrummed through your body. “Wouldn’t have followed you all the way here if I didn’t, now would I?”

You tried to be playful, tears burning in your eyes as you made eye contact with him. You both were tired; tired of being the pawn of a world who didn’t give a damn about you, tired of being told you couldn’t have a happy ending, that you would die before you got some semblance of peace. You closed your eyes tight, tears slipping down your cheek, turning your head and pressing a loving kiss to his palm. You nodded your head a few more times, laughing quietly, mirthlessly.

“Un poco más”, Gabriel said, pushing your hair behind your ear and leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “I’ll come and get you when things die down, okay? Te amo, mi reina.”

He kissed your temple, your forehead, the bridge of your nose and both of your cheeks before capturing your lips in a tender, loving kiss. Your arms wrapped tight around his neck, not wanting to let go of him, a few more tears squeezing past your lids. His hands moved to your face, his calloused fingers light stroking both of your cheeks as the both you pulled away from one another. You could see the emotions swimming behind his eyes and the control he was exerting as he looked at you. You gave a shaky sigh before giving a confident smile, nodding your head.

“I love you too my king”, you responded, placing your hand over his and rubbing against the back of his hands. “Now go save the world.”

He gave a low, rough chuckle before taking a step back away from you, your hands falling to your side as you pushed yourself further back into your cryogenic pod. The cushioning in the machine formed around your body, creating a comfortable surface for you to lean back on. Gabriel attached the oximeter to your finger, squeezing your hand gently before releasing it. He placed one last kiss on your forehead and lips before pulling back. The door of the pod slid down over you, the floor sliding up slightly to snugly secure you in the machine. You tapped down on the claustrophobic anxiousness that threatened to claw up from your chest, a soft hissing sound alerting you to the sleeping gas release. Gabriel gave you a comforting smile as the gas did its job, your eyes growing heavier and heavier.

“I love you”, you mouthed to him.

“I love you too.”


You woke up in bits and pieces, your mind bleary, head falling listlessly against your chest. Warm air poured in through vents on the side. It chased the chill out of your bones, slowly coaxing your mind from its slumber. Your face twisted up in concentration as you tried to open up your eyes, a soft croak falling from your lips as you tried to speak.

“Hey hey…it’s okay.”

That deep, scratching tenor was like music to your ears, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Gabie”, you murmured throatily, your eyes finally peeling open. Your vision was completely blurred, you were only able to see the fuzzy outline a tall black figure. Your snort of laughter dissolved into a cough, the figure rushing forward to gently touch your shoulders, rubbing them in small circles. “Ah–your hands are cold!”

Gabe yanks his hands back, your eyes blinking a few more times to clear up your vision. Little by little you were able to make out a clearer image of your boyfriend. You couldn’t hold back the soft chuckle as you finally caught full sight of him. It seemed he had upgraded from a black hoodie to a full, almost floor hooded trench coat with–were those shoulder pads? He looked pale, the normal warm red undertone of his brown skin replaced by a cooler gray, if his arms were any indicator. There was tension in his posture though, his hands were clenched into tight fists, his shoulders tight. You groaned softly as you tried to move forward a bit more, wincing as you moved you shifted your stiff legs.


You fell forward, your eyes squeezing shut tight as you braced for impact that fortunately did not come. Gabriel’s arms were wrapped tight around your center, your face pressed against his chest plate.

“You okay”, he asked, holding tight to you as you found your footing, still leaning against him heavily. You moaned softly, pulling your head back and nodding, your hand lifting and rubbing at the part of your forehead that slammed into his armor. A sudden shyness crept in on you as his hands moved from a steadying hold to a more tender one, a hand shifting to your lower back. You felt him go stiff under your touch as your eyes lifted to look at him, your mouth parting in surprise as you met his gaze.

His skin was actually cooler toned, like all the blood had drained from his body. His face was covered in more scars than you had remembered, some fresh healing other solder. Your hand lifted, tracing a scar that stretched from under his right eye and down to his jaw, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you concentrated. His curly hair and goatee were peppered with white hairs, the black still managing to have the gray beat. His skin felt so cool underneath your touch, your palm cupping his cheek tenderly, your eyes shifting their focus back to his. The rich cinnamon irises were now the color of garnet, flickers of black licking at the corners of his sclera. His jaw clenched under your touch, his eyes tearing away from yours but he didn’t move from your touch.

“Hey guapo”, you hummed softly, thumb lightly stroking his cheek, his eyes shifting back to yours. “You getting old on me, ain’t you papi?”

A slow smirk tugged at his full lips as his arms wrapped around you in a bruisingly tight hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck, the fingers of your hand lovingly stroking the back of his neck.

“Te extrañé mi amorcita…”

The next few hours were spent checking out your body, eating, drinking and talking. He told you about the explosion, the botched resurrection, how it took him a year to heal and two more to adjust to whatever the fuck he had become. He explained how Overwatch was outlawed, his work alongside Talon and how he had discovered more and more connections now that Gabriel Reyes was presumed dead. Technically, you had been pronounced dead as well, another unrecoverable body. He was frank with you, explaining that he couldn’t stop his work to bring down those that had threatened not only the world, but had threatened his family.

“I know you were tired”, Gabe started, staring directly into your eyes. “You don’t have to join me on this. I have safe houses anyw—”

“And miss out on the adventure”, you interrupted, a determined smirk on your lips. “There’s no way I’m leaving your side again Gabriel. So if you’re going, I’m going with you.”

His face softened as he reached across the table and gently grabbed your hand. He squeezed before pulling it to his lips and pressing a hard kiss to the back of your hand, littering several across your fingers. His gaze was gentle, tender, the look that made you fall more and more every time you saw it.

“Thank you mi reina…”

forever-painting-roses  asked:

Okay so i'm a total tag stalker i know BUT. How DO you imagine Eugenides to look in the Queen's Thief series? I have like a vague picture of him in my head but I'm not sure I've seen a picture of him that really captures that image?

I stalk alllll tags.

Same, I haven’t found a proper picture of him either. get ready for details, none of which i’ve bothered to confirm through the original text whoops. some of it may directly conflict.
In my mind, he has perhaps the darkest skin of any of the other characters (save the original Eugenides, of course); it’s got warm undertones and he can wear red really well.
His hair is dark brown, but you wouldn’t mistake it for black. It’s mostly straight, but might crimp up in humid weather or when unwashed. Its average length throughout the books is just above the shoulder-blades (def. shorter in later stories, but never above chin-length).
He’s short for a dude, definitely shorter than Attolia, probably shorter than Eddis, too, shorter than Sophos, short. however many hands high you think he is, remove one.
but slim and lithe, like an elf or a goblin prince
His features are, for lack of a better word, delicate. His nose is especially noticeable, though. Can’t explain how or why. He has alert, sarcastic eyes and his brows are on fleek. There’s slight cheekbone, but not enough to make you go, dose cheekbones tho

I literally cannot imagine him with facial hair. I’ve tried and I can’t, I refuse outright