#lazy caption sorry lol

[st4ngray]

[OC] 👁️‍🗨️

[danrifics]

Is it stalking to simply be subscribed to a youtuber?

[aquapolis]

dumping every zenigata here all at once

[lazzarella]

KAZZxWeAre via kazzmagazine on Instagram

[volitioncheck]

i think i wouldn’t hate disco elysium’s collage mode nearly as much if it weren’t for 1) the way that it was marketed in such a tasteless, soulless manner, let alone the fact that it was a last ditch distraction from a dead on its feet studio piloted by dumbass thieving execs and released on the day of the court declaration, and 2) those dumbass fucking stickers

like if it had been included with the base game from the start and had been titled something a bit more tasteful and in-line with how i would have liked the feature to be marketed as— something like “exploration mode”, something that perhaps could only be unlocked after completing the game for the first time, AND didn’t have those stupid as hell visually and tonally incongruent with the artstyle stickers, i would have applauded it as a nice little bonus for being able to study and appreciate the 3d models and environments for reference.

[ambivartence]

M.O.N.T fighting! BAE173 fighting!

[mclarns]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ PHOTOGRAPHS, CHARLES LECLERC !

> smau in which fans start to realise that f1 photographer yn seems to have a favourite. note. sorry for not posting for a while !!! had lots going on irl :,) here’s my masterlist and here’s where you can request if you’d like <3 pls ignore the timeline LOL i’m too lazy to do it properly n this is super short sorry!

© MCLARNS 2024

ynusername: alwaaaays fun @scuderiaferrari

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username: does this not mean she was on the yacht….

username: i spy w my little eye a soft launch

charles_leclerc: Such a talent 🫠 Thank you for these pictures ❤️

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username: I’m crying she isn’t even denying the favouritism rumours anymore 💀💀💀

username: i too would have a crush on charles leclerc and only photograph him 🙂‍↕️

f1.gossipclub: well well well 👀 looks like since putting her camera down @ynusername has been busy! spotted at the #ErasTour with @charles_leclerc @pierregasly @francisca.cgomes double date anyone????

ynusername: the lucky one :)

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username: Leooooo 🥹🥹🥹

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username: LEO CONFIRMED OMG

francisca.cgomes: miss you already 🩷🩷🩷🩷

↳ ynusername: such a happy accident !!! 🥹🥹 miss u love u

username: this is the cutest soft launch ever

username: 😭😭😭😭

charles_leclerc: Beautiful ❤️

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ynusername: ma muse pour toujours ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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scuderiaferarri: 🥹♥️🥹

username: CRYING

username: the caption 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

f1: The sweetest love story 🥹

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username: MY 💔 MUSE 💔 FOREVER 💔

charles_leclerc: mon amour pour toujours ♥️♥️♥️ 

 ↳ pierregasly: guys pls i’ll throw up ENOUGH

[harryssyndrome]

Manic (pt.2) | h.s

ᯓ ✈︎ part one || Masterlist

Sorry it’s short but i was busy being lazy lol and well I’m planning something bigger so bare with me.

Posted on: November 19th, 2024

YN’s days began to blur into one another, each moment consumed by her obsession with Harry. Every notification, every message from him felt like another piece of a dream she never wanted to wake up from. Her friends commented on how lucky she was, how surreal her life had become, but none of them truly understood. They didn’t know how much this connection meant to her.

It was no longer about being a fan. This was personal.

Harry’s messages grew more frequent, more intense. His compliments became laced with something deeper, something that felt like longing. YN found herself replaying every word in her mind, dissecting the meaning, trying to understand him. She didn’t dare question why he had noticed her out of all the fans in the world. It didn’t matter. He had chosen her, and that was enough.

But even in her bliss, there was a shadow.

Harry sat in the dim light of his living room, his phone in hand, the screen glowing faintly in the dark. He scrolled through YN’s social media again, his eyes scanning every photo, every caption, every detail. He had memorized her routines, her likes, her quirks. He knew what she ordered at her favorite café, the books she loved to read, the way she smiled when she thought no one was watching.

But Harry was watching.

Every word he sent her was carefully crafted, calculated to pull her deeper into his world. He knew exactly how to compliment her, how to make her feel seen. He played the part of the dream, the fantasy she had built in her mind. But beneath the surface, his thoughts were anything but kind.

She was his now.

It wasn’t enough to be admired. He needed more. He needed control.

He leaned back, a sinister smile playing on his lips as he typed his next message.

YN’s phone buzzed, pulling her attention from the book she was pretending to read. Her heart leapt when she saw his name.

“I can’t stop thinking about your voice. Sing for me again, YN.”

She blinked, her fingers tightening around the phone. He wanted her to sing. For him.

Her hands trembled as she opened her camera app, her heart pounding in her chest. She set up her phone, angling it just right before taking a deep breath. She picked one of his songs, one she knew by heart, and began to sing.

Her voice was shaky at first, but as the melody carried her, she poured everything she had into the performance. She closed her eyes, imagining him on the other side of the screen, watching her, listening to her.

When she finished, she uploaded the video and sent it to him, her stomach flipping with nerves.

The response came almost immediately.

“Perfect. You’re perfect, YN.”

She let out a shaky laugh, her face flushing with warmth.

But as she stared at his words, that lingering unease crept back in. Something about the way he said it—it was too intense, too certain. She shook her head, dismissing the thought. This was Harry Styles. He wasn’t like anyone else.

Harry watched the video again, his jaw tightening as a dark satisfaction settled over him. She was performing for him now. Every note, every glance, every movement was for him.

He leaned forward, his mind racing. This wasn’t enough. He needed to take the next step.

He knew where she lived. He had already been inside her space, breathed her air, felt her presence. But it wasn’t enough to just watch her.

He wanted to shape her.

That night, YN fell asleep with her phone by her side, Harry’s messages still glowing on the screen. Her dreams were filled with him, his voice, his touch. She imagined what it would be like to meet him, to feel his hands on hers, to hear him whisper her name.

But in the shadows of her room, something stirred.

Harry was back.

The window he had left unlocked during his last visit slid open with ease. He moved silently, his footsteps light as he entered her sanctuary once more.

Her scent hit him immediately, intoxicating and familiar. He stood by her bedside, his eyes trailing over her sleeping form. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her face peaceful in the dim light.

He reached out, his fingers hovering just above her cheek. He wanted to touch her, to feel her warmth. But he hesitated. Not yet. He couldn’t risk waking her.

Instead, he leaned closer, his lips inches from her ear.

“Soon, YN,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

He stepped back, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before retreating into the night.

When YN woke the next morning, she felt it again—that strange heaviness, the sense that something was wrong. She glanced at her window and frowned. It was slightly ajar.

Her heart skipped a beat as she sat up, staring at it. Had she left it open? She didn’t think so.

Shaking her head, she climbed out of bed and shut it firmly, her hands trembling.

It was just a coincidence, she told herself. Nothing more.

But as she turned back to her room, her eyes caught something on her desk that made her freeze.

It was her perfume bottle, placed neatly in the center of the desk.

She hadn’t used it in weeks.

Her pulse quickened as she stared at it, her mind racing. Had she moved it? Was this another coincidence?

She grabbed her phone, desperate for a distraction. There was a new message from Harry.

“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?”

Her heart fluttered, the unease fading as quickly as it had come.

“Yes,” she typed back. “I dreamed of you.”

The response came instantly.

“Good. Soon, we won’t need dreams.”

YN smiled, her fingers brushing over the screen.

She didn’t notice the faint indentation on the edge of her bed, the subtle sign that someone had been sitting there. Watching. Waiting.

The game was only the beginning.

[iovebarca]

One Tap - Pau Cubarsi

Authors note: sorry for dissapearing lol ive had a whole ass situationship and like other things

WC: 1500+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, fluff!

It all started with a random tap.

You can’t even remember where you saw his username. Maybe it popped up on your “Quick Add” list, or perhaps you had seen him tagged in one of your friend’s stories. Either way, it was a quiet night, and out of sheer boredom, you tapped “Add.” It wasn’t a big deal—you added people on Snapchat all the time. But this time was different.

This time, the guy you added was Pau.

At first, you didn’t really expect anything to come from it. He was just another random addition to your Snapchat feed—a footballer from Barcelona you vaguely recognized from TV or headlines. You sent a snap of something silly, probably your dog or whatever show you were watching, and forgot about it. But then, he snapped back.

A picture of him after training, his messy hair sticking to his forehead, with a lazy grin and a “How’s it going?” scrawled across the screen in simple white text.

That’s how it all began.

You didn’t think much of it at first—just harmless snaps exchanged throughout the day, keeping things casual. But over time, it turned into something more. The randomness of it faded, and you found yourself looking forward to his snaps. His smile, the goofy faces he’d send when he was tired after training, and the way he’d always ask about your day even if he was exhausted from practice in Barcelona, far away from your home in Córdoba.

There was an easy connection between you two, the kind that felt so natural you didn’t even realize how close you were getting. It wasn’t just about streaks anymore or sending photos of sunsets or what you were eating for dinner. It became long conversations over Snapchat, then texts, and eventually video calls late into the night.

You’d talk about anything and everything. He told you what it was like to balance life as a footballer, the highs of being on the field and the lows of dealing with pressure. You’d share stories about school, your life in Córdoba, and how you’d sneak in time to watch him play whenever you could catch the games on TV.

He’d laugh at your stories, always making you feel like you were the most interesting person in the world. And his laugh—it was addictive. It came out in bursts, sometimes making his whole face light up through the screen, and every time you heard it, you’d feel a little warmer inside.

You didn’t know exactly when your feelings shifted, but suddenly, he wasn’t just a footballer in Barcelona anymore. He was Pau, the guy who made you laugh, who would send you a picture of his breakfast with a silly caption just to brighten your day, who always seemed to know exactly what to say when you were feeling low.

It was innocent, sweet, and yet a little bittersweet too. He was there, on the other side of the screen, but also miles away.

You were in Córdoba. He was in Barcelona.

Still, you fell into a comfortable rhythm. Every morning, you’d wake up to a sleepy selfie from Pau—his hair a mess, his eyes half-closed, but always with a “Buenos días” just for you. And at night, you’d talk until one of you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, ending the conversation with a quiet “Goodnight.”

One night, after months of this back-and-forth, Pau brought it up.

“I really want to see you,” he said softly over the phone. It was late, and you were both lying in bed, the only sound being his quiet voice and the occasional rustle of sheets as he shifted.

You felt your heart skip a beat, that warm, nervous feeling bubbling up in your stomach. You’d been thinking about it too—about what it would be like to see him in person. But it felt impossible. “I want to see you too,” you whispered, a smile pulling at your lips. “But I mean... how? You’re there, I’m here…”

“I’ll come to Córdoba,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “I don’t care. I want to see you.”

You laughed softly, not entirely sure if he was serious. “Yeah? You’re just going to show up at my door?”

“Maybe I will,” he teased. “You never know.”

You brushed it off, not thinking much of it. But in the following days, Pau became a little quieter, not snapping as much, not calling as often. He mentioned being busy with training and travel, and you tried not to worry. Still, you missed him, and the distance felt heavier without your daily chats.

A few days later, you were home alone, lounging on the couch and flipping through your phone. The day had been long, and you felt restless, wishing Pau would call or at least send one of his usual goofy snaps to cheer you up.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed. Not a snap—your doorbell.

Confused, you got up and made your way to the door. You weren’t expecting anyone, and when you peeked out of the window, your heart stopped.

Pau was standing on your doorstep.

It didn’t seem real at first. Your brain struggled to catch up with what your eyes were seeing. He was just standing there, hands shoved awkwardly into the pockets of his jacket, looking a little nervous but with that familiar, lopsided grin on his face. He gave a small wave, as if he wasn’t sure what else to do.

“Hey,” he said, voice soft but filled with that quiet confidence you knew so well.

You stood there, speechless, for what felt like forever. How was he here? He was supposed to be in Barcelona. Was this a dream? It had to be a dream.

But it wasn’t. This was real. He was real.

“Pau…” you finally whispered, your voice shaky. “What… how…”

He laughed, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “I told you I’d show up at your door.”

Before you could say anything else, you threw your arms around him. The second you felt his solid, warm presence against you, everything else melted away. He hugged you back immediately, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist like he’d been waiting for this moment as long as you had.

It was the first time you’d ever felt him, really felt him, and it was overwhelming. His heartbeat against your chest, the way he smelled like fresh air and the faint hint of cologne, the warmth of his embrace—it all felt like everything had fallen into place. He held you like he didn’t want to let go, and for the longest time, neither of you moved, just standing there in each other’s arms.

You finally pulled back, just enough to look up at him. His face was inches from yours, his eyes soft and searching as he studied you. He looked nervous, almost shy, like he couldn’t quite believe he was really standing in front of you.

“You’re actually here,” you breathed, still trying to wrap your head around it.

“I’m here,” he murmured, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek. “I told you I couldn’t wait anymore.”

And then, before either of you could second-guess it, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was soft at first, tentative, like neither of you were sure how to handle the moment. But when your lips met his, everything just clicked. His hands cradled your face as he kissed you, his touch gentle but firm, pulling you closer as if he needed to feel you, to know you were real.

The kiss was everything you had imagined and more—sweet, slow, a little awkward in the best way possible. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly as his lips moved softly against yours, your heart pounding in your chest. It was a kiss that felt like the culmination of months of waiting, of longing, of wanting something more than just a screen between you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, his forehead resting against yours as you both tried to catch your breath. His eyes were soft, his lips still curled into that small, shy smile you adored.

“That was… better than I thought it’d be,” he whispered, his voice low and a little shaky, like he was just as overwhelmed as you were.

You laughed softly, your fingers still tangled in the fabric of his jacket. “Same.”

He laughed too, the sound light and warm, and suddenly, the nervousness that had been hanging between you disappeared. You felt at ease with him, like you had always known you would.

“So,” you asked, smiling up at him, “how long are you staying?”

“As long as you’ll have me,” he said with a grin, his arms tightening around your waist. “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”

“Good,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss him again, “because I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

And as you stood there, wrapped up in each other, everything felt right. The distance didn’t matter anymore. It was just you and Pau, together at last, and you knew this was only the beginning of something incredible.

[lowkeyrobin]

hello could you write like mcyts and reader moving in together but they like mess it all up and they vlog it and everything just like goes wrong 💀

yeah sure!! i only did a few bc I ran out of ideas for some / was just kinda too lazy bc they would've been the same ; but thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also sorry if this wasn't what you rlly requested? idk lol

MCYT ; moving in

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, maxggs

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you were moving into his apartment because having to move all his shit would've been too much and yours would've been way easier

he decided to vlog most of it because it would've been funny

he dropped one of the boxes full of ceramic plates and bowls

heart DROPPED

"tommy..."

"they aren't broken!!"

he actually felt so bad

but you both accidently broke your bed frame and you had to get a new one

the vlog was just full of moments of you failing to rebuild things and getting screws and nails mixed up & not knowing what part goes where on your bed frame, shelves, tables etc

you had a 5 min montage of angry karaoke (but singing along to very poppy / dance kinda songs like espresso, femininominon, etc etc)

he can vibe to hot to go, trust

that man has never moved so majestically til he danced to hot to go guys

RANBOO

surprisingly you didn't break anything

but things came in broken...

he literally replaced it all because he felt so bad about the mail carriers breaking it

literally opened a soaking wet box to find a broken lava lamp surrounded by soaking newspapers covered in green liquid and glitter

the whole vlog was just attempts to rebuild your things

building a chair pt2!

but seriously there was no reason your PC needed to be so difficult

you both dropped damn near everything or misplaced it 💀 you found a potted plant you misplaced like 3 weeks later in the bathroom. literally came out of no where

"we found the missing plant!"

MAXGGS

FREDDIE BADLINU

he moved in with you cause he needed to get away from ranboo 💀 (true story /lh)

but, during the moving process, you'd somehow lost a whole box of his clothes?

come to find out they were just shoved in a hallway closet for a month before finding them again?

"part 34 of something going bad... we can't get his setup to actually... set up"

"I'm convinced we somehow broke my mic"

his guitar needed serious retuning... he broke it out to make a joke and your ears were just met with an awful screeching noise atp

"freddie!-"

"sorry, needs retuning!"

no because why was putting the comforter back on his mattress the hardest thing ever

a traumatizing experience

you both learned that you can't be trusted with building simple things with instructions

he accidently broke one of the pots to a fake plant of yours and just looked up like "😨"

you both gave up on setting your bedframe up for like a week

he posted on instagram a pic of you sleeping on the floor, on your mattress, beside your unmade bedframe and captioned it "we couldn't figure out how to rebuild their bedframe"

tommy replied by saying "get tubbos dad"

you also learned that his whole kitchen is like backwards. like why is the fridge right next to the sink? why is there an electrical outlet basically on top of the oven? why are his cabinets so unorganized?

you refused to cook for like 3 weeks and only got stuff off ubereats

[dinoshi64]

More old UTDR fanart dump

Time to repost more of my old utdr fanart lol, first off is everyone's favorite academic duo! When I first read Jockington's dialogue about how he and Catti first met in gym class during hula hoop day, and how Catti used him as a hula hoop substitute, I found it incredibly adorable, so I drew it. Looking back, I'm not really proud of this design I drew for Catti, it's just not super accurate to how she's supposed to look (ei short hair instead of long, missing eyeliner and grey ear insides??), thankfully I've given her a better and more accurate redesign for my newer drawings, which y'all will get to see soon-ish lol.

Next is the vessel! I personally think that the vessel will return in later chapters of Deltarune, possibly in either 5, 6 or 7, and will either be our new vessel to control if Kris abandons us, or will be our antagonist. The only thing I'm not a super big fan of here is the background, I think it looks too simplistic and wish I worked on it more. Don't question why Gaster's face is at a corner I have no idea why he is there.

And finally is the Spade King actually trying to be a good dad to Lancer! I had some small dialogue written for this that I included in the original twitter caption cuz was too lazy to put it in the drawing:

Spade King: "Do you forgive me, my son? Even after all that I've done?"

Lancer: "Of course I do, Dad! Now let me give you a hug!"

I also made a version with Queen in it cuz someone on twitter requested it (thx @azzxel) so now it's a family group hug ig

i also made versions without the text:

And that's all for today! Sorry I didn't upload for 2 days straight I just didn't feel super great X(

[lovelyiida]

OKAY, FIRST: YOU WRITE SO AMAZIING DHWJNDIFEUDIEBFEHDJXK >~<

I hope it's okay for you to take on another request, because I'd love to read something about how the boys ( maybe Izuku, Bakugou or hawks- you can choose) are about to dance with reader, after they saw those couple dance trends on instagram (of course they don't know he's got a crush ;)))

HAVE A NICE DAY/EVENING DEAR! <3

okay first off, THIS IS SO CUTE!! I swear you guys have the cutest ideas oml. I think I'll do Bakugo since I'm so familiar with how I characterize him lol. I'm not really into the pro-hero's yet so this will have to do, I hope you like it :)

also, since you didn't specify, I'm going to do she/her pronouns.

DOING COUPLE DANCE TRENDS WITH BAKUGO consists of a lot of cursing, shouting, and laughter.

"you actually need to put your foot in the back instead of in the front stupid," you laugh out loud, as yet again, bakugo messes up your almost perfect take doing this dance challenge.

"okay how about you fucking show me again, since your the top dancer in japan and shit" bakugo cursed at you, a smug smile pressed against his lips.

you were currently in your dorm room, you blew up your best friends phone asking him if he could do this dance with you. first he replied no, you then replied "okay :(" and not even 5 minutes later you heard a knock on your door.

"he hates makin' you upset," or some shit like that.

Bakugo crashes down on your bed, hands behind his back he looks at you pressing the play button and doing the silly little dance again. you smiled to the camera, at you pressed the stop button.

sitting down on the bed, you click a few buttons and type a couple of things before turning your phone off. Bakugo's eyebrows press together, "are you not gonna show me the video?" he asked.

"Nah, I just posted it" you laugh.

"what? I was in the fuckin' shot!" he shouted, reaching for the phone you shoot back out of arms reach with a chuckle.

"don't worry, you're not distracting anything!" you told him.

so he believed you, until the next day the whole fucking class was blabbering about the video you posted.

it went viral...

as soon as Bakugo walks into class, Mina almost floats from her seat and towards him. "omg, you and y/n are viral on tik tok!! 400K views and 100K likes!" she gushed in joy.

"what!" bakugo yells, Mina hands him her phone, snatching it from her grip he sees the video of you and him.

he watches how you dance, so rhythmically and with so much confidence, you were so cute. thats until he looked over and saw himself gawking at you like an absolute idiot.

he reads the caption of your video, "when your friend is too lazy to learn the dance so you show him how its done."

he lets out a quick chuckle, then he goes to the comments.

oh...the comments!

there were a lot of "THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER" and "if only my man looked at me the way he looked at her" comments. there were also a lot of people who found Bakugo very attractive and asked for his username, but no one has given it out yet thankfully.

Bakugo click off the comments and watches it again. I mean, is he wrong for looking at you like that? you looked so cute! especially during that one part of the dance where you poke your ass out, he notices how he was full-on staring at your ass.

clearing his throat, Bakugo hands the phone back to Mina and find his seat. a light pink blush dusted across his cheeks.

"they're definitely gonna know I'm crushin' on em' now" Bakugo mumbles under his breath.

another hour or so passes until it was lunch time, sitting down with his food, Bakugo notices you walking up to him with a frown.

"shit."

now you think he's some creep, don't you?

he can kiss his chances with you goodbye now.

you sit down next you him, your bottom lips poked out as you look into his eyes.

"Bakugo can we talk about something-"

"I'm sorry, okay? I know you think I'm some disgusting pervert and I swear I'm not! You're just so fuckin' cute and I want you to myself and shit!" he yells, you look at him in shock.

"I...I didn't know you felt that way about me, I like you too" you bite your lip. you didn't know wether or not you should've said that, but you did it anyways.

now Bakugo is the one in shock.

"oh," was all he could say.

with a chuckle, you reach your arms out to hug Bakugo. "If you want me I'm all yours," you muffle into his should. Bakugo melts into your touch, holding on to your waist tightly, hiding his shit-eating grin.

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pinned! midnightslover: uhhhh, is he available-

>>>>reply katsuki_explosionmurder: nope, officially taken.

[eljeebee]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Do you have a process for making your simblr posts?

- an anon ask contribution for @simblr-question-of-the-day (Hi squat!)

I decided to do a separate post, just like what @changingplumbob did a question ago!

Since I mostly do story posts, here is my workflow:

a.) I draft the next story updates. Nothing serious, nothing deep. Just a rough draft that I want to happen. I have drafts in my laptop,

as well as in my phone [spoilers? lol]

Sometimes just one paragraph, or two, as long as I get the gist of it. This draft will be the basis when it comes to shooting the scenes.

b.) Before taking the scenes, I make sure that I have the poses and some specific clothes that I want and need. When it comes to clothing, it's rare that I use specific clothes on some scenes, because I have tons of CC in my mod folder, but I download it in advance. Some of it are already download in advance (that is not yet needed now, but is used far in the future)

b.1.) Sometimes, when I need a certain portrait of a character for a scene that is from a different save file, I make sure I do that first before I load the main save.

b.2.) When I need a certain build for the scenes, I have to build it myself. This is evident with the Strauds' nightclub and the Beau-Asvang's penthouse. It took me weeks to finish these. This is tedious for me, so some updates gets delayed, especially when I feel overwhelmed or bored.

c.) After that, I shoot the scenes. I base my scenes on the draft. This is another tedious part for me, especially if it involves a lot of characters. Sometimes, it has to be in a certain time of day. I don't mess time in that save, because I fear I'll mess up the calendar, so I rely in the fast forward function. The only thing that I mess with it is the weather. It can take me a whole IRL day, or a few days to finish this step.

d.) After taking the scenes, I choose which shots are the best, then delete the rest. I don't edit the photos because the reshade preset I use was made to skip editing it, but will only edit if necessary. No resizing is done (sorry if I'm lazy ;-;).

e.) In this step, the draft that was written before will be finalized once the scenes are done. Most of the time, the drafts get changed, because I change the parts of the story based on the scenes I took. The whole essence or message of the story doesn't change, only the flow and how I structured it will be modified. The finalized script is written in MS Word. A tip for everyone: type the tags you're going to use for the post in the document, so all you have to do is to copy the tags and paste it here in the text editor!

f.) Next, I'll upload the scenes and the script here in my Tumblr drafts. Sometimes, I break the scenes in separate posts, but sometimes I post it in one, depending on the story and the flow.

g.) Finally, I either: queue the posts, or I post it myself. I post the posts that has the "previous | next" links myself, because I want to quickly add the links as soon as I post it. I only queue on some posts, namely Beneath, and New Beginnings.

Again, this is my workflow when it comes to story posts! Gameplay posts like The Life of the Hatcher only get captioned based on the shots, and is not as heavily planned as the DLU (Davis Legacy Universe).

If you've reached the end of the post, thanks for reading! I hope you find this helpful!

[moss-on-a-pebble]

I need to see a see the delectable tea or deadly poison scenes with Azula and lu ten ASAP

Sorry it took so long to answer I've been rlly busy 🧍

Anyway here's the white jade bush scene (I was too lazy to draw the last frame sorry lmao)

Here's the continuation for anyone interested (I hope it works lol): link

Caption:

Lu Ten: Delectable tea?

Lu Ten: Or deadly poison?

Later...

Lu Ten: Hey Azula...

Lu Ten: Remember when I said a poisonous plant might be tea?

Azula: You DIDN'T.

[not-so-rosyyy]

hii rosy hope you're doing well today!! 💗

i got a question; have u ever thought about making a gif tutorial? or know about one that could be helpful?

i love your gifs and i think it would be interesting to see what ur gif making process looks like :)

hello anon! <3 i'm sorry this got buried in my inbox.

i'm not a very good teacher (and i'm just an average gifmaker lol) therefore i'm not gonna attempt to make a tutorial. also, i was already here on tumblr several years ago before i came back so my gifmaking knowledge might be rusty. there are many great tutorials out there already, tho! for example, i just found this one and this.

but the basics are just: -install your tools! (i use kmplayer and photoshop) -download the highest video quality possible (never use anything less than 1080p!) -learn about tumblr's gif limits and post dimensions -think about your set's layout so you'll know how to crop/resize your gifs -COLOOOOR! (this is the most tedious part but it's also up to you how you'll do it. for me, i play around with curves, brightness, selective color, color balance, and levels adjustment layers. i fuck this up sometimes tho because i get lazy 😅) -optional: add text/ captions. you can follow this tutorial for that. (make sure you've already resized your gif before adding the text!) -go crazy and have fun!

[onibaloni]

🕰️The Hands of Time⌚️

i love these two silly twins so much, i don’t know how to put any of it in words

(sorry the caption is so short, i’m to lazy to think of a caption for tumblr, i have more description on my instagram posts lol)