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biibini · 6 months ago

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fuck me thru the phone ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

modern!mizu x teasing!reader

tags: nsfw, teasing, flustered mizu, modern mizu, sexting in public? well yes! , brat reader, reader sends nudes, BOLD READER, yall r having a freak off, mizu down bad, college mizu

a/n: i just think ab mizu and sigh sometimes. ao3 is down right now so my imagination will have to run free on here.

Having you as a girlfriend was plenty for Mizu. Content with college classes, some friends, and a beautiful girlfriend who’s there by her side. The stability is good.

At least, for most days, you were on her side.

Some days would be a little different. Of course, Mizu would try to check in with you as much as she possibly could, despite all the classes and responsibilities she had. These check ins were simple: maybe it was a quick text, or a “hi baby, i missed u too”, or even an “are we still on for tonight”.

This day’s texts was filled with… surprises.

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It was Mizu’s morning lecture. Thankfully, your morning class got cancelled. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the same for Mizu.

Instead, she has to sit with many engineering students, who are also tired from the amount of projects, and listen to her professor go on about updating software, blah blah blah. In the depths of her backpack, Mizu feels the buzz of her phone. Her hand reaches for her phone, still focusing on her professor’s complicated explanations about the importance of formulas.

Placing the device in her lap, Mizu watches her professor dawdled on and on until—

Bzzt!

She looks down, tapping the screen to find two text messages from you:

Y/N♡ : skip morning class alreadyyyy :(

Y/N♡ : [ image sent with invisible ink ]

The blurred image stares back at Mizu. Instantly, she promptly flips the phone over in her lap. At one glance, it immediately hits her as to what kind of image you just sent: the recognizable skin-colored shape matching with the same colored sheets of her bed in the back, the small bubble of rosy pink that faintly resemble your lips. The lack of clarity of the image teases her, waiting for her curiosity of your body to get to her.

If only Mizu could take a peek…

She looks around to scout the area, keeping a hand to safeguard her phone. Thankfully, the lecture hall was much larger than she anticipated and was able to snatch a seat near the top, far away from most of the students at the front. The closest person was four seats away to her left, luckily occupied with watching Netflix instead of the lecture. To her right was another student, at least six seats away, figuring out how to play sudoku.

With the coast clear, Mizu slowly flipped over her phone, taking the necessary precautions such as lowering the volume, dimming the brightness, and turning off the ringer. The talking of her professor warped into mumbling to Mizu, as her focus was on you.

Opening the phone again, she laid her eyes on the blurred image once again. She looked up one more time to find very student still distracted and a professor describing the details of their colleague’s meticulous work.

Perfect.

Her thumb held down on the image, revealing the image you deigned to send at this hour: a selfie you taken sideways, practically naked, with the morning sunlight peaking through the blinds highlighted your curves, outlining your body from your waist to your hips and down your legs, your breasts blocked by a soft pillow. Mizu searched for your face, cut off except by your teasing, smug smile.

Good lord, you looked good.

So good.

Too good that it felt like heat was radiating off her cheeks. With her heart racing, Mizu immediately flipped her phone over again, the racy sight of you running through her mind over and over again. The thought of you waiting for her in her bed with nothing on, oh the things she could do—

Bzzt!

Mizu flipped over the phone to take a peek at your next message:

Y/N♡ : so r u skipping or r u gonna continue to stare at my ass thru ur class?

She quietly scoffed at the taunt, intrigued at your tone. It’s not everyday that you’re this playful, let alone send a nude so early in the day.

Mizu: i’ll be staring and thinking during class but i’ll be back home in 45

Mizu closes her phone, taking a deep breath to cool down, and attempt to relax her racing heart with every inhale and exhale. She couldn’t help that you can get to her in such deceptive ways.

Before taking the chance to take another check at her professor, two buzzes vibrate in her hand. Turning the phone once again, Mizu reads:

Y/N♡ : what if u made it 30?

Y/N♡ : [ image sent with invisible ink ]

She stares at her phone, studying the blurred shape of the recent nude you sent. It’s hard to paint the image, but one thing is for sure: you’re showing it all for her to feast on.

With no hesitation, Mizu holds down the image to get a glimpse of your promiscuity. There in front of her was a picture you took through the bedroom mirror, sitting cowgirl style on a pillow, bare naked and basking in the sunlight with your whole ass reflecting back. Her eyes lit up as they made their way to your breasts, softly outlined by the sunlight. Their appearance this time around was short lived, due to its lack of visibility from the mirror’s angle.

Holy fuck, she thinks.

She immediately closed her phone as the newest image of you burned in her mind. Every curve, the softness of your skin, the way your lips parted slightly developed her thoughts. In an attempt to shake her thoughts away, she looked back up, focusing on the subject at hand.

Thankfully, no one seemed to notice the dilemma Mizu was in. Some were watching a movie, others were playing 2048, and some were even playing Minecraft of all things. No one could even guess that covered by her sweaty palm, was pictures of you, completely ready for her.

Does she dare leave now?

Bzzzt! Bzzt!

Her breath halts to a stop. With eyes forward, she slowly flips her phone over again, making sure to suck up any final bits of information before she plans to ditch class. After a final nod, she looks down to find another message from you.

Y/N♡ : is this motivating enough?

Y/N♡ : [ image sent with invisible ink ]

Her thumb immediately holds over the hidden image, unmasking your version of motivation. Her jaw clenched at the sight of your body position.

The nude was simple: you sitting atop a pillow, naked, and her favorite strap sitting right in front of your lower stomach. She squinted at the color of the toy, staring at what seems to be a glossy, colorless stain at the tip of a dark blue toy.

Mizu: honey

Mizu: did u play with it w/out me?

She watches her screen like a hawk, taking another deep breath in as the three small dots start to pop up on her screen. There was no way you actually used it before she can put it on and fuck you properly, right?

The dots go away, leaving Mizu focused on one thought: making you finish when you get home.

Y/N♡ : maybe…

Y/N♡ : if u come back, i’ll show u how i did it

Oh, fuck it.

Mizu: make it 10.

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khywae · 1 year ago

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No more fanfiction

Hey loves,

I just wanted to chat with you about a new direction I'm taking in my career.

My recent trip made me rethink a lot of things. It made me realize how short life is and how much time I've “lost” due to mental health struggles. My mind was my number #1 enemy, but not anymore. Now I'm determined to pursue my dreams unapologetically.

My biggest dream is to create a lasting legacy. I want to leave behind tons of content with the female gaze, portraying men as objects of desire rather than just women. It might seem like a silly dream compared to other, more grandiose ones, but I never had access to a lot of content like that. I always felt starved, scavenging the internet for scraps, especially when it came to submissive men. While I've found solace in the writing world, which flourishes with the female gaze, it’s still not enough. Men are just too gorgeous not to be appreciated in other forms of art. I want to live in a world where women have access to quality female gaze content and don’t have to resort to the male gaze if they don’t wish to. That means no faceless dudes, no showing only the woman’s body, and no men so ugly that could make a freight train take a dirt road. Enough.

To turn this dream into reality, I started to think. I could continue with writing, but as you guys can see from the number of words in The Muse and the time it took me to write it (6 fucking years), it would take too long. As the old saying goes, ars longa, vita brevis. Art takes a long time, and life is short. And I, my darlings, have a mission.

Because I love writing too much, I need something that limits the amount I can write. I thought about making videos, but it took out a large portion of the writing part, and it left me unsatisfied. After a lot of thought, I realized that video games can be the solution. They have visual elements, so I don’t need/can’t rely so heavily on my writing; I love games, I play them every day; and I can count on my fingers the number of adult games for women, meaning we need more. A lot more.

Like our himbo icon Kronk says, oh yeah, it’s all coming together.

So I'm excited to announce that I'll be creating games – fangames at first – that mix the interactive side of games and the smut from fanfiction. The SFW version of the games will be free, and the NSFW version and other perks can be accessed through my (freshly launched!) Patreon. There you'll have the power to vote for the next character featured in the games, access work-in-progress pictures and animations, see my writing process, and more. I’m still figuring things out, but I’m super hyped for this!

Currently, I’m working on the very first game of this legacy, called My Assassin Bodyguard. Yes, I transformed the Toji video/fanfic idea that I posted before into a game. You can play the demo now on itch.io!! You don't even have to download woooo!! The game may seem really basic as I get a hang of things and learn new software, but with time we’ll make improvements, such as adding different player characters, a smut gallery, and voice acting (!!!). Anything to make the experience the best it can be.

For those of you who are mostly here for my writing, don’t despair. My writing will still be alive, just in a different medium that needs me right now. I hope you understand. Thank you for your support all these years, for being here through it all. I'd be thrilled for you to join me on this new journey and help me bring this dream to life, together.

So here's the link to Patreon! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) I hope to see you there! But if you can’t, I’ll still post updates here and you can always play the games on itch for free. After this dream is accomplished, my next mission will be to write books. Maybe I’ll do it along the way. We’ll see. Life’s full of surprises after all, and that’s the beauty of it. Let's enjoy it the best we can ♡

With love,

Khywae

TL;DR: Life's too short, I write too much and too slow, and I've got a ton of content to create to make my dream happen. So I'm switching to game development for now. I'd love for you to join me on this journey to make this dream a reality. Thank you for everything, love you.

P.S.:

About the Lore

I was so excited about this that I created a little world. Based on the two iconic fanfiction terms —ship and canon—, and my love for Pirate AUs, I came up with a world where we sail across the ocean, collecting ingredients to craft Tapes that connect us with different Alternate Universes. It’s basically a Witch-Pirates-‘90s nostalgia mix. I've got plans to flesh it out even more over time, like adding some decorations, some hot pirates... Important stuff, you know?

Here's the boat in its simplest form, to symbolize that our journey is just starting:

#personal #sorry if I gave you a heart attack with the title #but you guys should know by now that i'm a dramatic bitch #i'd also love to create a discord server so we can vibe but i'm shit at that. will take me a while to learn

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lgcrp · 10 months ago

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HAPPY FIFTH ANNIVERSARY!

HAPPY FIVE YEARS, EVERYBODY ! ♡ can you believe we're already half a decade old already ? the baby that is lgc is off to kindergarten, and we can't help but cry like proud parents. 😭 in all seriousness though, it feels like just yesterday that lgc opened, and now five years have already passed – and yet, it's as if we're still just getting started. of course, lgc would have never made it this far without its members, and we're all so grateful to still be able to provide a space through lgc for everyone – us included ! – to enjoy ourselves both personally and creatively. as a thank you to all of you –as there's not even enough words in the world to express it enough ! – for everything, we'll be gifting everyone +30 FREE SKILL POINTS to distribute. please submit your LGC 5TH ANNIVERSARY points to the points blog before AUGUST 24, 2024 11:59 EDT. you may use this post as proof for your points sheets. additionally, we've created a simple GRAPHIC TEMPLATE for the UNIVERSE platform to use on our FANSITES. moving forward, this template will be linked in the monthly sns updates. we also don't want to discourage anyone from creating their own graphics for the fansites, especially like some have been for the monthly universe prompt. there used to be a non-canon twitter account that acted as a fan translation account for lgc artists on bubble. while fun and enjoyable, it was confusing whether or not what was posted on that account was considered canon in lgc, so we wanted to OFFICIALLY create a way for members with debuted muses to send messages on universe. we also hope this encourages members to post on the fansites more than twice a month. we've put together a EXAMPLE on how the universe graphics can be utilized with tumblr's text editor. please keep in mind that your posts must be company-appropriate and that the usual rules for sns still apply. we also ask that you refrain from interacting with or commenting on other lgc artists' activities through universe. additionally, idols may only post with their group mates. make sure to tag your fansite posts with #lgc:universe, and let us know if you have any questions. ( if you don't have access to photoshop or other editing software, please message us ! a member of the admod team can create/update your muse's universe profile for you, and will upload the final images to the same drive folder where the templates can be found. ) we still have more cool and really exciting things ( as you might've already seen on the LGCMANAGER blog *wink wink* ) planned for our fifth anniversary, but before we get ahead of ourselves, we do want to reiterate yet again how incredibly thankful we are for everyone who's made lgc their home. we cannot stress enough how humbled we are to lead a group of such talented and passionate writers. under the cut, you can read a short letter from some of us to express our gratitude in our own words. but from us as a whole, thank you from the bottom of our hearts for five years. here's to many, many more ! ♡ your lgcadmod team

happy five years, everyone!!! i can't believe it, lgc has officially lasted longer than my high school career, my college career, etc... it's crazy to think that such pivotal moments of my life have happened with lgc always there, in the background, as one of the only constants in my life. i say it every year and i'll say it again, but i can't thank you all enough for making lgc be the home that it is for me. i mean, this is the longest relationship i've ever committed to in my life!! seriously though, i'm so grateful for everyone i've met here and everything i've accomplished here, but we're not done yet! we still have so much in store for you all, and the anniversary event is just the tip of the iceberg of the fun stuff we've got planned this year alone. after all five years is just a drop in the bucket, let's double it and make it ten. 😎

— love yall so much, kristin (admin *)

it felt like yesterday when i was writing a message for lgc’s first anniversary and now that we’re celebrating the fifth one is something that shocks me sometimes! from starting off as a regular member, to a points and press mod, and now an admin that handles an array of tasks, i’ve seen quite a lot and if there’s anything that these anniversaries remind me of, it’s the dedication and commitment that everyone has to building and maintaining this community. i still remember seeing the first batch of muses receiving their 200 notoriety reward and the excitement and anticipation of wondering what that special 200 notoriety reward submit had to…well, 1,000 notoriety rewards happening! as someone who loves seeing the muses’ progression, it brings me joy whenever i see other muses reach certain milestones because not only does it show the dedication the mun has towards their muse, but the development the muse has gone through, just like the rp itself. legacy started off as a new rp but over time, changes and additions were made to make this rp awesome and a lot of that is thanks to everyone’s contributions. your suggestions, reactions, and even written posts, shaped legacy to be the way it is right now and will continue to do so in the future too! i’d also like to give a special shoutout to the past and present admod team members! legacy itself is quite a massive roleplay to take care of, but thank you so much for all of your effort and ideas! it makes me happy reading and seeing some of the projects being worked on behind the scenes from the admods and every time i hope that everyone else enjoys them too! as mentioned above, there are exciting things coming and i’m certain that the rest of 2024 and 2025 will be quite a ride too (trust me, some stuffs for 2025 have been planned since q2)! once again, thank you everyone for being a part of such a special moment and happy 5th anniversary to lgcrp!

— love, cloud ☁️ (admin a)

five years already, it sounds surreal! Although my importance as an admin has become lesser since my return, I can’t help but feel pride that the roleplay has been thriving for such a long time. and that is all thanks to you, the members, as well as the wonderful team of admins and mods that work tirelessly to make LGC function. whether you have recently joined, or even to those who left, everyone who has passed through LGC has left their mark and helped make it the place it is today. when we created the rp, I don’t think any of us expected it to last this long with so many invested and wonderful members. it really warms my heart. let’s cheer to another five years, maybe?

— love, marie

#lgc:notes #lgc:anniversary

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magicaltear · 1 year ago

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An Outside Chance Author Update

Hello, my dear readers. Before anyone starts panicking, I wanted to state that my fic has not been abandoned. Updates will hopefully go back to our regular semi-schedule soon.

I wanted to share this little journal entry with all of you because I am hyperaware that it's been almost 8 months since I posted the latest chapter. I'm unsure if this will assuage the writer guilt I'm currently feeling, but I wanted to reach out and nurture the community part that makes fandoms such fun and welcoming spaces for all of us at the very least.

My life became a roller coaster after I last updated AOC. I went on a trip to visit my girlfriend (yes, my Friends to Lovers trope continues) and, for the first time in my life, I had no desire to use my phone or laptop throughout the day. I felt so at peace, so content simply living in the moment with her. I realized this is how true love and home feel like, and so we agreed we wanted to marry even before my trip ended.

After my trip, my time was consumed by designing an engagement ring for her, researching everything about marrying someone from a different country, as well as searching for a more stable job to help pay for all the future paperwork and visa fees. Sadly, not everything was a walk in the clouds. I had to come out to my family and...they didn't take it well. It was a very hard blow that I had to learn how to overcome. However, the situation also allowed me to receive unconditional support from the most unlikely places, so I'll be eternally grateful to everyone who stuck by my side.

But my challenges didn't end there. Tensions in my country grew nearly unbearable as elections grew closer, and I find it difficult to believe that they have now come and gone. The hardest thing for me to experience though was the first death in my family. Indeed, we had already lost my beloved Beagle, but this time we had to say goodbye to my mother's husband much earlier than anyone would have wanted. He wasn't my father, but I still have many fond memories of the 17 years we spent together. He was part of the family, and we've all been struggling and learning how to navigate this new grief we're experiencing while taking care of my widowed mother.

Through all of this, I constantly received comments and kudos in my AO3 fics, and I wanted to thank my wonderful readers for it. You guys helped me smile during one of the most difficult parts of my life, and you gave me hope for our fandom communities at a time when companies are shamelessly stealing content from anyone for their stupid AI software and newer fans are failing to recognize writers and artists as something other than corporate content creators.

So thank you so much for your support. I promise to continue An Outside Chance once my grief is not so all-consuming. I still have many plans and ideas for this story, and I refuse to give up being creative yet ♡

TL;DR: Life happened. Hard. But the unexpected hiatus does not mean An Outside Chance is an abandoned fanfic. I will post the next chapter as soon as I can. In the meantime, you're welcome to re-read all 77,456 words I've published so far and drop me more of your lovely comments. You make writing and posting these stories worth it.

★ An Outside Chance Masterlist ★ Read it on AO3

#tear-chan talks #ao3 #fanfic #an outside chance #ironstrange #author update

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peskellence · 1 year ago

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/ Comfort

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Summary: In the aftermath of Detroit's android revolution, Nines grapples with the complexities of his newfound deviancy. As he seeks to establish his place in a newly transformed society, his resolve is put to the ultimate test when he is paired with Detective Gavin Reed-a notoriously volatile human with a well-established hatred for androids-to investigate a series of murders.

While initial impressions of his partner seem to suggest his reputation is well-deserved, the more time Nines spends with him, the more he is forced to challenge his judgments. As they form an unexpected bond, the RK900 is also pushed to examine truths about himself he would much rather seek to forget. (A Retelling of 'More Than Our Parts' from the POV of Nines.)

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 6.9K

Tag List: @sweeteatercat @wedonthaveawhile @ladyj-pl @tentoriumcerebelli @negative-citadel

��If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know♡

The passive assault of his presence was less egregious than the previous day, with the smell of cigarettes less pungent, overwhelmed by a cheap aftershave. It didn't make the journey pleasant, but it was tolerable nevertheless. Easier for him to filter traces of the man from his olfactory channels, keeping them clear for the most part.

It was approximately two minutes following their departure that Reed decided to speak, and his tolerability promptly expired.

"Connor called you Nines."

The detective wasn't looking directly at him, staring forlornly out the window with arms folded across his chest, like a child who had just been denied a visit to their favourite fast food chain. Despite his current avoidance, he still managed to find a way to glare at him through the reflection of the glass.

The android considered ignoring it—disregarding the grumblings as though he'd failed to hear them—but he knew this would only open the gates to further confrontation. While his partner was far from an expert in android physiology, he knew well enough that Nines was capable of advanced environmental awareness. It would make for a flimsy justification, one that could not be maintained for long.

"...Excuse me?" The words resembled a sigh as they weakly passed his lips.

"I asked if you had a name, and you lied to my face." Reed was now turned to him, having pulled his cheek from the glass. "Why would you do that?"

The oil of his skin and the fog of his breath had left an unsightly mark. Fitting, given the persistent stain the man was proving to be in his life.

Nines made an effort to keep his demeanour suitability impersonal, not wishing to encourage the dialogue. Taking a moment to compose his response, he mulled over the best method to shut things down as quickly as possible.

Evidently, the delay proved too much for Reed. He started to lean in, chin jutting belligerently, closing what limited gap existed between them. Nines found it fascinating how, despite all the open repulsion the man expressed towards him, he proved exceptionally willing to invade his personal space.

His partner had all but crawled into his lap as he asserted one of his fingers into his vision. The digit hovered dangerously close to his LED, threatening to tap it. " Hello ? You doing a software update or what?"

The RK900 tilted back as far as his current position allowed. Reed did not seem like the type who could be reliably trusted to wash his hands, and he did not wish for his hardware to become contaminated.

"It was not a name I chose for myself. It was assigned to me by Lieutenant Anderson, and RK800 has since adopted it. A nickname of sorts."

"How adorable." The detective's lips curled unpleasantly, revealing that any purported charm was entirely fictional, "and I don't get to know about your cute little pet name because...?"

"From my understanding, terms of endearment tend to be reserved for use amongst friends. While I hope we can find a way to work together amicably, I cannot anticipate ever feeling fondness towards you."

"So I'm not good enough to be your friend? That's a real shame."

Desperate for some means of distraction, Nines deactivated the vehicle's autopilot, taking hold of the wheel. He found solace in the act of driving: A task that required no complex personal engagement, just the methodic execution of his programme.

There was little point in making an effort with Reed. RK800's lessons in diplomacy could not be applied, as it seemed to matter little what approach he adopted—be it amenable or obstinate.

"I meant what I said yesterday about our partnership. Just because I can conduct myself with professionalism, a skill you seem to be woefully lacking in, it does not detract from the complete disdain I feel towards you."

The detective pulled back sharply, permitting access to the gear shift he had been draping himself over. His heart pounded in zealous thumps, rumbling through the RK900's skull.

" Screw you ." The words were snapped as a coarse hiss, the increase in blood flow igniting a fire across his cheeks. "I don't give two shits if you want to keep your nickname between you and your gal-pals. From now on, I'm calling you Nines."

The RK900 did not respond, maintaining his focus on the road ahead. It was clear Reed was lashing out in any way he could—at least, to whatever degree could be considered 'safe.'

He experienced a slight twinge of pride, knowing the man's fall from inflated assurance had been his doing. Evidently, the tumble had left him distraught, an emotional low he lacked the skill to pull himself up from.

While the constant yaps of protest were irritating, their impact was becoming more benign. All it had really required was a subtle tune of his inputs. 'PROTOCOL: REED' as he had labelled it in his database.

The newly developed system was not infallible, but it was helping. Nines was confident it would continue to increase in effectiveness—provided the stimuli remained predictable and no additional obstructions emerged.

Reed had relegated himself back to his post of sullen lookout, observing the passing buildings and cars as they whistled past. It was the closest to a willing forfeit he seemed capable of, which Nines received with cautious optimism.

The more the RK900 was permitted to function effectively, the quicker their affiliation could be dissolved. Allowing them to move on with their respective lives, the period spent as 'partners' an unfortunate footnote in their careers.

> Perhaps he can prove willing to learn.

> To adapt to the unfortunate circumstances of our partnership rather than let hatred rule him.

The vehicle was quiet for the remaining journey until they turned into the street of their destination. Passing a lacklustre procession of beaten-up stores, the automatic braking system activated, signalling they were close to the crime scene.

Reed only spoke again as the DPD barricades came into view, cornering a particularly derelict alley, as well as a number of officers:

"Well, look who it is..." The vehicle came to a stop along the perimeter, and the man wasted no time in making his escape.

The rattling of the door handle was sharp and hurried, like an animal trying to warp the bars of its enclosure. Nines half expected him to drop to his knees and break into a bestial sprint, charging down the sidewalk.

"I'll go and see what's happening. You stay in the car, and I'll call you, okay?"

His suggestion conflicted with the android's primary directive and was promptly disregarded. Studying the congestion on the road, Nines determined the safest approach would be to exit via the same route. He calmly slid his way over, moving to place his hand on the seal of the passage—

Then the door was slammed in his face.

> Perhaps not.

The world was momentarily forgotten as Nines' self-preservation protocol activated. He deftly retracted his hand, sparing it the force of the impact. His head could not be manoeuvred with the same efficiency as the momentum rattled the car, sending a ripple through the seats. The android fell back against them, clutching the side of his grazed cranial chassis.

After ensuring no internal damage had been sustained, he dismissed the warnings flashing in his ocular field. With cognitive functions reconfigured and preservation mode disengaged, the android was permitted freedom to make a more reasoned assessment of what had just occurred.

Very little was done with this permission.

Rational thought fell to the wayside in favour of a rising temper. Clearly, what minuscule credit he had lent Reed still proved entirely too generous.

Another notification entered his HUD, and he made a frustrated attempt to dismiss it—until releasing it had nothing to do with his rocketing internal temperature. It instead informed of an unread message on his communication network:

RK800 #313 248 317 - 51 >> RK900 #313 248 317 - 87

> I really am sorry about earlier. I wasn't thinking.

> Let me know when you arrive at the crime scene.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87 >> RK800 #313 248 317 - 51

> We have just arrived.

> Detective Reed has slammed the door of the patrol vehicle in my face.

RK800 #313 248 317 - 51 >> RK900 #313 248 317 - 87

> Oh. Right.

> RK800 is processing…

> Are you okay?

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87 >> RK800 #313 248 317 - 51

> My diagnostics suggest that no lasting damage has been sustained.

> So yes. Physically, I am fine.

RK800 #313 248 317 - 51 >> RK900 #313 248 317 - 87

> You don't know if he did it on purpose.

> It could have been an accident.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87 >> RK800 #313 248 317 - 51

> It wasn’t.

A petty side of him wished to stay in the car, allowing his partner to bumble aimlessly through the ongoing proceedings. He was certain the toxic mixture of apathy and overconfidence would lead to a plethora of missed evidence��the ensuing reprimand being something he’d gladly witness.

Unfortunately, Reed was not the only one who would suffer in this imagined scenario.

Poor-quality police work would only make his own duties harder, demanding he spend more time with his partner as he attempted to cobble together his woefully ramshackle accounts.

RK800 #313 248 317 - 51 >> RK900 #313 248 317 - 87

> Where is Gavin now? Is he still with you?

Nines looked through the window, studying his partner as he chatted with one of the attending officers. Given his broad smile and relaxed slouch, he had either developed a more sadistic delight for the brutalisation of androids—or their conversation had little to do with work.

Honing into the frequency of the exchange, the RK900 anticipated confirmation of the latter:

"—What about you and that Jack guy? I thought you two were getting serious."

"We were. Until he decided to trade me in for a younger model."

"Ahh, I see. Sorry to hear that—”

Having heard more than enough, he blocked the channel. As expected, the exchange consisted of little more than superfluous gossip, with the current area of focus being his partner's more amorous endeavours.

While he had never met this ‘Jack’ individual, the RK900 could only applaud their shrewd decision-making. It was a miracle Detective Reed had been able to secure any form of romantic companion, let alone one who had endured long enough to be considered ‘serious.’

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87 >> RK800 #313 248 317 - 51

> He is having a discussion with Officer Miller.

> About the recent dissolving of his domestic partnership.

RK800 glossed over the subject, his aversion to discussing Detective Reed's love life as understandable as it was blatant. Instead, he focused his attention on the previous message:

RK800 #313 248 317 - 51 >> RK900 #313 248 317 - 87

> Chris? I didn't realise he was back at work.

> Hank showed me some pictures he sent the other day. Damien was eating spaghetti and got it all over his face. It was very cute. :)

Nines could only assume ‘Damien’ was Officer Miller’s child. He did not care to verify.

RK800 #313 248 317 - 51 >> RK900 #313 248 317 - 87

> Here, I can send it to you.

>> IMAGE TRANSFER DENIED <<

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87 >> RK800 #313 248 317 - 51

> I would rather you didn't.

RK800 #313 248 317 - 51 >> RK900 #313 248 317 - 87

> Oh, okay…that's fine.

> I understand you're busy. Another time.

> Tell him Connor sends his best wishes!

Nines had no intention of honouring the request.

He was still far too heated, entirely too upset with his partner to focus on anything else. All he could think about now was putting an end to his most recent display of professional negligence.

With a clipped tut, he reached forward to claim the door handle, gripping it tightly. The harsh bang following his exit was enough to startle a nearby patrol officer. She jumped back from the noise, openly squealing. It had also summoned the attention of several other attendees, including Reed and Miller:

Their expressions fell in tandem as the android charged towards them, albeit settling into decidedly different outcomes. Reed's was a level of sullen contempt that almost appeared long-suffering despite their only two-day affiliation.

“Apologies for intruding on such a touching reunion,” the android began, levelling the men, but most aptly his partner, with an accusatory glare. “I would appreciate it if you could refrain from idle chit-chat, Detective Reed. We have a job to complete.”

Despite not being the target of his admonishment, Miller was decidedly more affected. His head perked up, eyes blown like a startled animal. One who had been scoped by a familiar, deadly predator.

Based on the man's prior experiences, Nines supposed this assessment could be considered accurate.

It had been three days into training when he enquired about the empty desk at the end of the precinct—and RK800 informed him accordingly. Officer Miller had been placed on compassionate leave, the consequence of a traumatic incident that occurred a few weeks prior.

The incident in question involved a run-in with a group of Jericho revolutionaries, as well as their leader. A stoic RK200 by the resignation ‘Markus.’

Once Miller's initial shock had waned, he proceeded in a flustered attempt to compose himself. After rubbing his clammy hands across the front of his uniform, he held one out in offering to the android.

"Hey, I, uh, I don't think we've met.” A smile was spread across his lips, so strained it looked as though it had been fastened by safety pins.

Beyond the feigned affability, Nines observed how his body shook in lingering tremours, curling into itself. His clunky work boots sidled back in miniscule steps as though he was subtly attempting to retreat.

"Officer RK900, Serial Number 313 248 317 - 87.” He did not oblige the handshake, seeing no point in physical contact that wasn't desired. "You appear to be nervous, Officer Miller, so I'll keep this brief. There is no need for drawn-out introductions.”

Miller's already deflated posture slumped even further as his arm fell limply to his side. Nines couldn't help but wonder if confirmation of his model number had contributed to the man's unease and whether he was aware of this bias.

RK800 would likely have disputed this if he were present. By all accounts, Miller had forgiven their predecessor for what occurred between them, as had seemingly everyone else. The common consensus was that RK200 had shown mercy.

Nines remained unconvinced, struggling to trust in noble intent given the performative nature of the revolutionary's actions.

It made for a powerful image, after all. A symbol for change, with a gun poised towards an agent of the establishments that sought to oppress them. Had he simply wished to ‘spare’ the human, there would have been no need for this performance. Holding the barrel to his head, pausing for solemn consideration before ultimately deciding to lower it.

His calculations proved accurate, as reports of the incident would sway the minds of many detractors. Generating support and sympathy that otherwise would have never existed.

Perhaps in another reality, where RK200 determined violence would send a stronger message, Miller had not been so fortunate. Reduced to a bloodied husk, his mind splattered across the tarmac…

“Please try to understand

with consideration

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> MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED — CRITICAL SOFTWARE MALFUNCTION.

> RECALIBRATING DRIVERS…

Nines was forced to grapple with a wave of mangled cognition as his systems sought to return to a more functional state. The electrical pulses charging his brain proved deeply unpleasant, pushing his head into a sidelong tilt. His discomfort was helped little by Reed, who decided now would be the optimal time to fire off a groaned complaint.

“Could you not have stayed in the car? For five fucking minutes?”

The pulses amplified, radiating his neck, as his focus snapped to the man. His demand seemed rooted in some lingering sense of dominance, the idea that compliance should be expected.

It was a notion that proved woefully outdated and one the android was keen to correct.

“You have no authority over me, Detective,” Nines seethed, the title lingering bitterly on his tongue. “There was no reason to comply with your request.”

The partners found themselves in a stalemate, glaring at each other with mutual contempt, neither willing to budge. Miller had been placed in the middle, appearing intensely uncomfortable. He shuffled on the balls of his feet before making a fumbled attempt to cut through the tension.

"Do you…” The officer paused, his focus darting to Reed as though making a muted plea for escape, “want me to show you to the victim?"

The detective whipped around, moving at such a velocity that he almost generated his own wind current.

You read my mind. Nines, feel free to do your—” He waved his hand in a loose circling gesture, as though searching for the correct words before quickly giving up, “—analysis thingy, or whatever you android detectives like to call it."

The man was gone before Nines could object, pressing his hand to Miller's back and firmly ushering him into the alley. His urgency seemed to suggest that the victim might wander off were they not located immediately.

> Fine.

Secure in his knowledge that a deceased android did not pose an imminent flight risk, Nines determined the next logical step would be to complete a preliminary survey. Reasonably, someone had to, with the lead investigator having just made it clear he had no intention of doing so. It was yet another example of negligence, one he would make sure to include in his end-of-day report.

For now, he resigned himself to relying on existing records provided by first responders. The beginning of these was a witness statement from one of the victim's friends, a woman named Valerie Banks. They had planned to meet at a local coffee shop, but when the android failed to show up—unreachable by telecommunications—Valerie grew concerned.

The café was in a densely packed commercial area, about two blocks from the crime scene. While it could be reached by populated sidewalks, taking a shortcut through the alleyway reduced the overall journey time by approximately six minutes. The victim was well aware of this, using the route frequently.

It was because of this routine that the body was discovered so promptly. Fortunate for the authorities, but less so for the witness, who had been deeply traumatised by what she'd seen.

Bending down to street level, he studied the crumbled asphalt leading into the alley. The foundation had given way to a network of cracks, exposing the soil beneath. Running his fingers along the edge, there were limited signs of recent displacement, save those caused by the action.

Indeed, there was nothing to indicate any recent traffic until he moved further along the line and discovered a faded scuff. Dirt had been dragged from the central path, leading away from it. The print matched the patterned sole of a StrideTech ‘Velocity 2036’ sneaker: Women's Size 6.

The first stages of reconstruction began to commence. A wireframe effigy of the victim took shape at the edge of the sidewalk. It then idled in place, calmly awaiting further instruction.

> MJ100 ENTERED HERE.

He took a soil sample, rolling it between his fingers before placing it on his tongue. Using the garnered analytics, he scanned for other traces. They led him th

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mistymeow69 · 1 year ago

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"all of you rctas are WtA and only do it for the aesthetic!" yea because you're only looking on tiktok lmao

#rcta #ecta #esu #rsu #ctdr #ctde #transracial #transrace #transethnic #diaracial #diarace #diaethnic #radqueer #radinclus #rq 🍓🌈#♡ updating software . . .

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iseethatimicy · 2 years ago

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your ocs are shit, azul will never love you they're trash

I suppose this will make Azul love my yuusona, yes? /sarc /hj

★ ── "𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒!"

♡ Name: Iris Sirius ♡ Nickname: Iris, Roi des Diamantés (Rook), Glorified sea rock (Floyd & Shimiko), The Villainous Tyrant, The Prince of the Stars (Title) ♡ Birthday: September 11th ♡ Age: 18 ♡ Height: 167 cm ♡ Dominant Hand: Right ♡ Homeland: Land of the Stars ♡ Family: Astrava Sirius (Mother), ???? Sirius (Father, deceased)

★ Year: 3rd ★ Class: 3-B (Seat No. 29) ★ Club: Board Games Club ★ Best Subject: Astronomy ★ Hobbies: Playing chess ★ Pet Peeves: Not getting his way ★ Favorite Food: Pomegranate tarts ★ Least Favorite Food: Blackberry Teacakes ★ Talent: Astronomy

★ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

PICREW/NEKA LINK ── SD Sprite | Headshot

Iris is a short young man with a fair complexion. He has Rosy-pink eyes with black diamond-shaped pupils, pale skin and short, curly two-toned black and pink hair, with black on the right side and pink on the left side respectively. He has a Hot pink ribbon resting at the left side of his head, which has a small light-pink heart pendant in the middle. He wears hot-pink diamond-shaped earrings, dark eyeshadow and acrylic nails with white tips.

He wears the standard Night Raven College Uniform; Dark grey pants with a golden vertical line at the side, a white silky blouse with frilly cuffs and a dark purple vest with golden buttons. His pants are held up by a black belt with a gold buckle and he doesn't wear his blazer. Instead of loafers, he wears dark red pumps. He hangs his pen behind his vest.

His diamond gemstone is located on his forehead, being a hot-pink color.

◆ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

Iris is a Haughty and Flamboyant individual, growing up pampered with luxurious food and dirty wealth. He has a short temper that would lead to destructive tantrums. He as the Prince of the Stars has little regard for genuine morals and the starving peasants in his Home Kingdom. Despite his hostile personality, She expresses fondness for nature and sea life. Underneath the rough exterior, Iris never means to be fully antagonistic or be a real antagonist, but he sometimes forgets how to really treat him peers. He is known for having a soft and kind side towards his romantic lover and wishes to shower them with wealth and riches.

♥ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀

His female counterpart is Icy Sirius.

He is bisexual.

Sometimes he would wear a flashy white furry shawl, but would be told off by the teacher to take it off.

♡ last updated: 8/18/2023

♡ I do not consent for my work to be plagiarized, copied, or fed into any AI software. If you would like to make a similar idea, please credit @iseethatimicy.

#Iris Sirius (My Oc)#offtopicwithicy #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuusona #twisted wonderland yuusona #felt rather petty today oopsie

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lunanammmi · 2 years ago

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Bahasa Melayu version here.

Hi! Welcome to my first Tumblr playbook (tutorial+guide). I've noticed that many new Malaysian Simmers don't know or unsure of how to download mods or CC (Custom Content), so I've decided to create a comprehensive tutorial just for all of you ♡. This tutorial isn't just for Malaysian Simmers but for all new Simmers out there (that's why this blog post is bilingual). I love sharing my experiences playing Sims, and I'm here to help you! Follow my socials; I have a support channel for questions, mod and CC finds. I'm also active on TikTok and Tumblr, where I share all sorts of things related to Sims 4.

This tutorial might be a bit long because I'll provide detailed explanations so you won't be left in the dark. At least when you encounter issues, you'll know how to solve them on your own. For beginners, I recommend reading it all because I'll be sharing based on my own experiences, including some tips, hehe.

♡‧₊˚ What are mods and custom content?

I'm sure you know what mods and custom content (CC) are. Mods enhance gameplay, while CC includes objects, clothing, hair, and more.

Custom content can be divided into two categories: alpha and Maxis Match. What's the difference?

• Alpha -> More realistic and detailed. Uses higher-resolution textures, so it can be quite heavy on your computer if you download a lot.

• Maxis Match -> Matches the Sims game art style, which is somewhat cartoonish.

My preference? I like Maxis Match, but there are times when I accept alpha, like makeup and clothing. But it doesn't matter; it's your game, and everyone has their preferences, right? There's nothing wrong with liking alpha.

♡‧₊˚ Where can you find and download mods and CC?

For beginners, I suggest avoiding skeptical websites to prevent viruses. I have my finds here, and I'm active on Pinterest too. I'm only sometimes active on Tumblr for finds, but I'm very active on Pinterest because I love window shopping there. Other trustworthy websites include Curseforge (though there aren't many choices), The Sims Resources (lots of ads lol) (TSR is easy for finding alpha CC), ModTheSims (lots of mods), or go directly to the Patreon/Tumblr creators themselves.

My favorite way to find CC and mods is through Tumblr and Pinterest. They're perfect for discovering underrated CC and mods and for finding amazing custom content creators who might not get enough recognition.

I also use SimFileShare to upload my merch designs. You can download base game recolors here.

Alright, now let me tell you about the types of mod files. Beginners should know this because if you don't place them in the right folder, they won't appear in the game.

Custom content and small mods are usually .package files. There are also .script files for scripted mods. But it's different if you're downloading tray files (houses or sims). I have a tutorial on that on another blog post here (not updated yet).

Okay, we've covered mods and CC. It's time to download and add them to the game. Remember! Download from trusted sources only. If you want to download from other sources, you're on your own, okay?

♡‧₊˚ Where is the mods folder?

The mods folder is automatically generated by the game, so you don't need to create it yourself.

To download mods, just click download and wait for it to finish. If the file is in .package format, drag and drop it into your mods folder. It's the same for .script files, but script files are a bit sensitive; they can't be more than one folder deep. If they are, the game won't recognize them.

What if the file you downloaded is in a ZIP file format? You'll need WINRAR software to extract the file into your mods folder.

We're almost there! Lastly, go into the game > Game options > Others > Check "Enable Custom Content and Mods" AND "Script Mods Allowed." Both of them need to be checked. In this image, there's only one arrow lol. (Image taken from EA Help)

Restart the game. A pop-up will appear. If you see the names of your mods or CC in there, it means congratulations, you've successfully installed them!

If the game updates, a "Mods Disabled" pop-up will appear. Just follow the steps again because when the game updates, it automatically disables those settings, so don't worry if you think your mods disappeared, they didn't.

When downloading CC and mods, make sure to read what the creator says. Sometimes there are requirements, like needing certain packs or downloading a mesh, and more. Also, read the comments; someone might mention if the mods or CC are broken. If they're broken, it's better to avoid downloading.

Here's another example: when reading the creator's description, sometimes you'll see "high poly." High poly means the CC is more detailed and uses a higher number of polygons (for example, textured hair and other alpha CC). For those with non-high-end PCs, remember that downloading a lot of high poly CC can impact your game's performance. Your game might lag, etc.

For those who like or want to recolor certain CC, read the creator's terms of condition (TOU) first. Some creators don't allow recoloring, and some do but with restrictions, like not including the mesh, among other things.

Don't get too excited about downloading a bulk of CC all at once, hahaha. I suggest downloading a bit at a time or keeping track (write the names on a piece of paper) and check in the game first to make sure everything is okay. Also, check if the newly downloaded CC or mods are in the game. If they're not but you've installed them correctly, just delete the file. It'll save space in the long run. If your game breaks, that means some of the mods or CC you've just downloaded need to be filtered out and removed. It can be difficult to detect issues when you download everything all at once.

I share how to manage mods here (not updated yet). I highly recommend doing this mods managing process before you proceed to download a lot of mods and CC. It'll make it easier to detect any issues.

I also share how to detect broken mods here (not updated yet).

If you need support, feel free to join my Discord server (Sims 4 Malaysia). Here, I've set up a support channel where you can ask questions, share your Sims and gameplay pictures, and chat with other simmers. I also post sneak peeks and summaries for upcoming playbooks in the playbook channel. Even if you're not Malaysian, you're welcome to join if you want!

Okay, that's all. I hope you're all doing well. Remember, downloading these files is at your own risk. I'm just here to share how to do it. Thanks to those of you who read all the way to the end! If you find this tutorial helpful, feel free to spread the words!

#sims4mm #simblr #sims4mods #sims #sims 4 custom content #sims4cc #sims 4 #ts4mm #playbook

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vertechbd · 3 months ago

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The Day My Laptop Got a Second Life: Easy Fixes Anyone Can Do"

Meet Jamie, a high school student whose laptop was on its last legs. The screen was a mess of smudges, it overheated like a toaster, and the battery quit faster than Jamie’s attention during math class. But with a little help from a tech-savvy friend, Jamie learned that fixing a laptop isn’t magic—it’s just about knowing a few simple tricks.

1. The Mystery of the Dirty Screen

Problem: Jamie’s laptop screen looked like a fingerprint art project.

Fix: How to clean a laptop screen Jamie’s friend handed over a soft cloth (like the one for cleaning glasses) and a mix of half water, half vinegar. “Spray the cloth, not the screen!” they said. Gently wiping in circles made the screen sparkle. For stubborn spots, a screen-cleaning wipe worked like a charm.

Lesson: Clean your screen once a week. It’s like giving your laptop a face wash!

2. Taming the Overheating Monster

Problem: The laptop got so hot, it could’ve cooked an egg.

Fix: Fixing overheating issues Dust bunnies were clogging the vents underneath. A can of compressed air ($5 at any store) blew them out like a mini tornado. For extra help, a cooling pad (a tray with fans) sat underneath, keeping things chill. Closing unused apps helped too—no more 20 tabs open!

Lesson: Keep vents clean. Your laptop needs to breathe, just like you.

3. The Case of the Dying Battery

Problem: The battery lasted as long as a goldfish’s memory.

Fix: Laptop battery life tips Three easy rules:

Unplug when fully charged (don’t let it snack all night).

Use battery saver mode (dim the screen, quiet the apps).

Keep it cool (no sunbathing in hot cars).

Now, the battery survives a full school day—even during lunch break YouTube.

4. The Slow-Motion Laptop

Problem: The laptop moved slower than a sleepy sloth.

Fix: Software optimization Jamie deleted old files (goodbye, 100 selfies from 2018!), updated the system (like giving the laptop a vitamin shot), and removed apps they never used (why did they have a kazoo simulator?). Suddenly, the laptop felt speedy again.

Lesson: A clean laptop is a happy laptop.

5. The Great Data Disaster (Almost)

Problem: Jamie almost lost a science project when the laptop froze.

Fix: Data backup solutions They saved files two ways:

Cloud storage (Google Drive or iCloud—like a digital locker).

External hard drive (a tiny box named “The Guardian” that holds all files).

Now, even if the laptop takes a nap forever, Jamie’s work is safe.

6. The RAM Upgrade Surprise

Problem: Video editing made the laptop gasp for air.

Fix: Upgrading laptop RAM Jamie’s friend helped add a new RAM stick (a tiny part that boosts brainpower). After unscrewing the laptop’s back (and watching a YouTube video), they popped it in. Videos now edit smoothly, like slicing through butter.

Note: Not all laptops can upgrade RAM—check first!

7. Wi-Fi Woes Solved

Problem: The Wi-Fi kept disappearing like a ghost.

Fix: Troubleshooting common problems Three quick steps:

Restart everything (laptop + router).

Update drivers (like teaching the laptop new tricks).

Google the error code (someone online has the answer).

Wi-Fi returned, and Jamie streamed cat videos in peace.

The Happy Ending Jamie’s laptop now runs like new. The screen shines, the battery lasts, and it doesn’t sound like a jet engine. They even stuck a “I ♡ My Laptop” sticker on it.

Final Lesson: Laptops don’t need to be replaced—just cared for. A little love goes a long way!

#Laptop

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musicallisto · 8 months ago

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· · · · ♡ IF (SAINZ WIN == TRUE) (cs55)

… starring carlos sainz x f!engineer!reader ... 4.4k words ... in which carlos is an effusive, self-assured lad to every member of his team... except ferrari's head software engineer, making her wonder if he secretly hates her guts. ... based on this request ... warnings for language (minor) ... my first ever (posted) fic for carlos aaaaa (i have written A Lot More about this man because he occupies my every waking hour, but i shan't share it yet). in honor of me missing my communication networks final last week i made the reader a software engineer, but you would Never catch me willingly coding anything in c++ outside of my mandated assignments. no not even for carlos sainz jr. i have morals. this is open for part 2 if you guys enjoy it <3

He speaks the language of princes.

It's not in anything he says, no, he's much too industrious to waste time boasting, but rather in all that he doesn't. Carlos walks into the Ferrari motorhome, with that good-natured smile and that slightly disheveled hair from the morning's cycling session, and heads bow. Not out of plight, or even obligation, but mostly because it's hard not to. His warm greetings to everyone—Ciao's and even Come stai?'s to his team members strolling down the hallways before the weekend—, his keen interest in remembering little things about engineers' and photographers' lives, his nonchalant stride around the parc fermé all force camaraderie at least; reverence to most.

Wherever the red car goes, Maranello or any other corner of the world, religion follows, and though Carlos Sainz has never quite fit into the nooks they keep for their idols—their walls are carved for Monégasque shoulders—, he's at least always carried the air of a rebel leader on unforgving land.

But if Carlos is Ferrari's bastard prince, then clearly you are a subject he would not go to war for.

Or so he makes you think, once again, on that hot Singaporean afternoon.

You hadn't meant to interrupt, really, but with only one hour to go before FP1, you needed to talk to Riccardo Adami; something about the software updates, optimization of the data acquisition systems to account for Marina Bay's sweltering heat—run for half a second too long, overheat half a degree too much, and everyone's calculations would be going to hell. So of course you'd corrected it, supervised a brand new version of your code for the weekend, for that tenth of a Celsius; competition drove you. Almost just as much as those solar eyes boring into you when you walk into the room.

"Riccardo, about the softw—oh. Carlos. Hi," you timidly trail off when Carlos' eyes meet yours.

The room gets quiet, and it is only then that you notice how much space his laugh takes. Usually, you would've recognized the accent from outside the door, the boisterous voice regaling the Fifty-fives with another funny story—how could you not, when it sends shockwaves down your stomach? He seems to have been in an animated conversation with his race engineer, but as you get closer to the two men you notice the crinkles lengthening Carlos' eyes are fading with his smile. You aren't sure he's even said hi back.

"We've changed the code for acquisition, but some loops could still cause problems with overheating, particularly the engine oil temperature sensors…" you explain, though half your attention is directed to your peripheral vision, in which Carlos sways on his two feet, averting your gaze at all costs.

But you're not a college girl with a crush, you're Scuderia Ferrari's head software engineer and so you go on with your precisions to Riccardo. What to expect during free practice, how to overshoot any nonessential sensors that might fuck up the data analysis... until, mid-sentence, Carlos excuses himself awkwardly, pats Ricky on the shoulder, and walks out of the room.

You will your face into not betraying the sudden ache in your throat. How he simply acted like you weren't there... didn't even inquire about the updates. About the race. About your flight, about how much you loved Singapore's twinkling lights, about... you.

"Xavi and Charles know this already, but we really gotta test it all now before it gets cooler for FP2," you conclude with a too-hard swallow. Back firmly turned to the door Carlos just disappeared out of.

Riccardo thanks you, offers his own insight, some banalities about the risks of rain—no, you shouldn't consider them banalities. Nothing, on a Friday, is a banality anymore; yet everything is when you remember how Carlos' entire face shuts close when you're around, how his tone quietens down, how he repeatedly and stubbornly conceals all his rays of brazenness from you.

Does he hate you? Despise you? Are you not worth his effrontery?

This is ridiculous. You're not a college girl with a crush, you're a damn senior member of the team with responsibilities and he doesn't owe you anything more or less than you him—

"Riccardo," you neither ask nor plead. "Has Carlos... said anything about me?"

"About you? Like what?"

"I don't know... but you did see he just... left while I was in the middle of talking, right? And he looked annoyed as soon as I came in." And for all that's holy, try to pass this off as mere politeness and not a heartache that is eating you alive.

"Maybe he was just bored."

"So I'm boring?"

"No," Riccardo wheezes, in uncharacteristically high spirits for the conversation. "But I've worked with a ton of drivers, and you know, they're all the same. Less time discussing boring analytics is more time they spend in the sim. Or on track. What, you think he's angry at you or something?"

"I just... don't get why he's always so guarded and distant with me but so outgoing and confident with you guys. Charles isn't like that either. It makes no sense. We're a team, all of us."

The Italian looks at you for long seconds, amusement noticeable on his features, and you would shake him up and tell him to stop giving you those pity eyes if you lacked the tiniest bit of respect for the man; instead, you frown and cross your arms.

"He'll be in a good mood tonight when we top free practice," Riccardo assures you before you can ask him if he needs anything else. "and even better tomorrow after getting pole. You can talk to him then if you want."

A smile creeps its way on your lips without you conjuring it. There it is, that loyal veneration that only men and women of the Scuderia possess. Something in those southern eyes Carlos shares with legend has made you religious, too.

"I'll hold you to that... we could all use a Singapore miracle."

Singapore is a miracle.

Surely any other team would scoff at the word, bragging that a pole position has nothing to do with miracles, that it's all meticulous teamwork and endless iterations on calculators, but Ferrari is deeply supersitious at its core. You—the centenarian team, its red-hot beating heart—don't shy away from thanking divine intervention. Maybe that's the reason why it still works.

After Carlos' last pole in Monza, the whole Scuderia had dared to dream of something different, a glimmer of scarlet in the season's overwhelming orange. Of course, an uncatchable Max had put a dampen on the fervent Tifosi's mood, but the formidable hope machine had revved back to life...

and now it's roaring in Marina Bay.

Leclerc's side of the garage claps for a hard-earned P3, but it's the Spaniard's team that erupts into cheers and rushes out into the pitlane to congratulate their hero. You stare at his lap time on your monitor with a grin—1:30.984, not even a tenth faster than his teammate—as cheerful screams, in Italian and Spanish, fill the garage; they get louder when Carlos walks back inside, grinning ear to ear and not even bothering to dodge the strong-arm pats on his head and back.

"Twice in a row, cazzo!"

"And this time you won't have Verstappen underfoot!"

"Perfect lap, Carlos, that was a perfect lap..."

"Grazie a tutti," Carlos beams, fire suit down to his waist, running clammy hands through his hair—he parts the red sea as he walks deeper into the garage, close to where you are. "I think we all did a very good job today, and now we gotta finish the job tomorrow..."

He laughs with the mechanics, a sun of fire and victory casting its rays onto the tarmac, and maybe it's the euphoria of the moment, but a sudden wind of courage rushes through your blood, and you walk up to him.

"Bravo, Carlos."

Your voice hits him like the purr of an engine in the ruckus, overshadowing any other sound; he whips his head in your direction, shiny eyes colliding with yours, and for the first time you don't back off but hold them in awe, and his smile doesn't fade, but rather shifts. To surprise, or... coyness?

"You were incredible out there, we're all so so proud of you," you praise, and the more you look at him the wider your smile grows, and the quieter the rest of the world gets.

"Thank you, Y/N," he rubs the back of his neck, his free hand fiddling with the hanging sleeves of his fire suit. "We... I couldn't have done this without you. Because, you know, the overheating, or what you were saying to Ricky before? I didn't understand everything, but at least I didn't cook to death."

Coyness? In Carlos Sainz? When he's still sweaty and panting from qualifying first? What a bizarre sight, one that makes you giggle.

The way your nose scrunches up beneath sparkling eyes is so endearing, Carlos almost feels his breath hitch in his throat, almost reaches out to lightly brush your arm, hold the steady coolness of it.

"Great, that was what we were going for, pretty much," you reply, and for a second you could've sworn he wanted to touch your arm and changed his mind, but...

you bury the idea before a craving for his warmth can nestle in your chest.

"Great," he repeats. "So, I'll... see you later," and with that he leaves you there, stranded in the middle of the garage, to be lauded by the press and fans.

You'd be lying if you said his shadow disappearing out the backdoor as quickly as it had come doesn't slice a gash in your heart—always whisked away to some important obligation, and you, like everyone else, duty-bound to pick up the pieces behind him. But this time around the cut doesn't run as deep, doesn't bleed as red; because for the first time in months Carlos talked to you, joked with you, and looked the tiniest bit glad to be doing so.

If that's how good of a mood a pole puts him in... then clearly you'd better make damn sure he wins this race.

Ferrari is deeply superstitious at its core. Maybe that much is true in any sport—when victory eludes you, athletes find obscure laws to trick themselves into believing they still retain control—, but a team so old, on which glory has rained so often, does not withstand the passage of time without a few pillars of faith. And so it makes sense that Ferrari drivers, of all people, would have their pre-race traditions.

Leclerc plays the piano on Saturday nights; you hear him every time you pass by the team hotel's lounge, his melancholy tracks grounding you in a precise time and place. Now the car is out of bounds, the comfort of your object-oriented programming and optimized lines of code off-limits; now's the time for withdrawal and rest.

Typically, you like to hang out in the lounge while Charles plays, trying to distract yourself with a book or simply basking in the music. The predictable, calculated flow of Charles' arpeggios soothes you, like lines of code running one after the other. So does the Monégasque driver's easy conversation. Although it doesn't shoot butterflies in your belly like Carlos' does... but you're not supposed to play favorites.

This Grand Prix eve is just like any other, save for the unordinary trepidation that carpets the hotel. With one of their own sitting on pole, it's obvious strategists struggle more than usual to drop the words "tire management" and "pit stops". Eager to escape the nervousness, you excuse yourself from the dinner table, and make your way to the lounge.

Charles is already there, if the usual pieces echoing in the distance at dessert are any indication, and you barely even get lost in the elegant halls before you find the lounge... though there is no piano to be heard. Maybe this hotel has two music rooms—maybe Charles went to bed early—or maybe...

maybe he's sitting on the piano stool and chatting with Carlos, wet and sleepy from his evening shower.

Neither driver notices you at first, and you stop dead in your tracks, wondering if you should just leave. You wouldn't want to intrude—intrude on what, the rational part of your brain says, but with Carlos I always feel like I'm intruding on something bigger than myself, the rest of your body answers—, but you really enjoy this unspoken tradition with Charles... and, well, this is everybody's lounge, and...

"Y/N," Charles sees you eventually and beckons you over. "Sorry, I don't think there'll be a lot of music tonight, Carlos is distracting me."

"You could kick me out anytime," Carlos remarks good-naturedly, but you don't miss how he angles his body away from you ever so slightly. The sight sends a dagger through your heart. So he actually hates you then. So you didn't breach any barrier earlier at the circuit, didn't melt any ice. So he didn't look pleased and a little excited to be talking to you.

"That's okay, I'll just head to bed then—"

"Oh no no no," Charles interrupts, "come sit with us. I was trying to convince Carlos to give the piano a go, maybe you'll be more successful than me."

"Absolutely not, mate."

"Come on Carlos, it will relax you!"

"No, you're the musician, not me. One of us has to be the sportsman, no?"

Unsure, you flick between the two men, Charles' inviting face and Carlos, who's still doing everything he can to avoid looking at you in the eye. And then you decide—fuck it. You're just as much a member of the team as he is. He cannot drive you away with his... stupid cold shoulder tactics any longer.

You take a seat on the sofa opposite Carlos, and watch in half delight, half annoyance as he turns his shoulders away from you. Though his body language appears relaxed, one leg strewn across his knee and elbows hugging the backrest, he is, as usual, going to hell and beyond to not acknowledge your presence.

Charles has the merit of lightening the mood with his jokes and fan encounters of the day: some bizarre, some endearing, because he seemingly never has a boring day in the paddock. His easy laughter mixes with the distant voices down the halls when your attention drops—too fast, too soon, as always, it's irremediable—to Carlos, the soothing scent of his shampoo and the little droplets that run down his temple whenever he shakes his head in amusement... before you know it, you're staring again, eyes shining with undisclosed heartache. Something Charles sees, and recognizes very well, with a jot of curiosity.

Charles may not be the most perceptive when it comes to these things, but he is in love too, and he'd know the signs anywhere. That's why after a little while he lets silence blow his last words away like wind does the mist, and stands up from the piano stool.

"Well, I'm going to bed," he announces with an air of conniving finality, and he smiles his crooked smile at Carlos. "Gonna need all my energy to take the lead in turn 1."

This snaps you out of your reverie. Half-gone, you bid him goodnight at the same time as the Spaniard does, and you brace yourself for his own excuse... but it doesn't come. Carlos lazily watches as Charles leaves the lounge. You don't dare to move, as if your slightest sound could remind him you're there and trigger his fight.

You would've thought a tête-à-tête with you to be Carlos' worst nightmare... but he makes no sign of leaving. And sends solar flares up your chest and throat. "Whatever problem he's got with me, he'll have it sort it out with me like an adult" sounds much more intimidating when it's so plausible.

"You think he has the slightest chance of overtaking me in turn 1?" Carlos chuckles.

You look him straight in the eye and read no resentment, not even that sheepishness from before—just relaxed delight, and the slightest hint of reddened cheeks against tan, damp skin. It takes you a second, maybe even two, to realize there's no one else in the room. He's talking to you. Joking with you.

Why is the script running without error all of a sudden, even though you changed no variables?

"Maybe," you give a noncommittal shrug and a smile. "Why not? It all depends on you."

"He can lead the first lap if he wants. That will just make it more fun to cross the finish line ahead of him after."

"You better win this one, Sainz, because I..." you start, and midway through your sentence are hit by how absolutely ridiculous you're about to sound, but he's leaned in already, intrigued by your words, and his burning gaze and strong hands fiddling in his lap have you losing all notions of propriety. "I've... coded a little something for you. If you win. A surprise. It's not much, but... yeah."

Your whole face burns deep scarlet as you trail off... and the light in Carlos' eyes darkens, then goes out completely. His smile fades back to the usual professional grimace he reserves for you. Distant. Cold. He rises to his feet.

"I should get some sleep."

Terror strikes you. Incomprehension too.

"No, Carlos, wait."

He turns his head to your outstretched hand... your pleading eyes almost rip through his heart.

"Why do you dislike me so much?"

And then his shoulders slump, like crushed by an immense weariness, and he sighs, long and hard, before his gaze falls back to yours. Those big brown eyes, gentle, compassionate, and those fingers tapping against his thigh like they're waiting for an invisible cue to reach out for yours.

"... Can we talk about this after the race?" he says, shooting daggers through your stomach.

So he didn't deny it. Didn't reassure you, tell you it's all a misunderstanding, that he bears no ill will towards you, that you're imagining things as usual and that you two could be on the best of terms if you just got out of your head a little bit.

One more time, he's running away. Sweeping everything under the rug, for just one more session, one more race, hiding behind the excuse of concentration and professionalism.

But who are you to revoke him that? It's a damn good excuse. You need to win. He needs to win. Not be bothered about... interpersonal relationships while clipping walls.

"... Alright," you concede, voice and bones all broken, glistening under your frozen skin. "But if it's something I've done, then I'm sorry. I really do... enjoy your company. And you."

"It's not something you've done," he speaks quietly. Gosh, your frailty in this moment—you, so proud and unshakable on the pit wall, so dedicated and thorough on TV, so immeasurably devoted to Ferrari, to Charles, to him... "Or, well, I guess not directly..."

If he looks into your confused, imploring eyes one more second, almost brushes your arm with his one more time, then he's done for. But he thinks he knows this already.

"I don't dislike you," he starts speaking and as soon as he opens his mouth he knows there's no stopping himself now, so he blurts it all out as quickly as he can to get it over with and hopefully bury some meaning in the pits of his accent. "Not at all. In fact I really like you. I think you're gorgeous, and smart, and clever, and fun, and every day I wish I could spend more time with you outside of races and get to know you better but then I remember that can never happen and it's so frustrating and I have the hardest time concentrating. So I just avoid you. It's easier."

Silence thick as a thundercloud tethers you to one another. He runs a hand over his face, sighing deep, and you blink. Once, twice.

You've always prided yourself on your brains—not everyone gets to be in charge of all the computing for a Formula 1 car—but right now, you are all utterly lost.

"Carlos, I... I don't get it." Or maybe you do, heart thumping in your ears, but you're too scared you might be wrong.

"In any other life I would've asked you out on a date." This time he speaks more slowly, more purposefully, too. Like he's imbuing every syllable with the depth of his confession. "But it kills me that it can't be this one."

"... Why not?" you tentatively ask after an instant, feigning not to notice how his hand is now resting on the back of your sofa, right next to your ear and neck.

"Because you're a senior engineer! That would be like... like dating Ricky. Even if you're much prettier than Ricky. But you don't need to tell him that," he adds with a nervous laugh, which you mirror; though you fall silent as soon as his hand comes to rest on your shoulder, right where your collar ends, millimeters away from your skin. His body's warring with his own words... one wants to resist, the other to give in. "What if I leave Ferrari? That's a crazy conflict of interest."

"That's a silly idea, you're not leaving Ferrari anytime soon. Are you?"

"I don't know, it's... hypothetically... you know what I mean," he exhales in defeat. His hand clasps a little tighter on your shoulder, his scent dizzying, closer than ever before. Can he feel your frantic heart thumping underneath your skin? If he keeps licking his lips like this, will he sense your breathing getting more erratic?

"I do. But... the problem is I like you too, Carlos."

If embers could burn back to life, light a hearth out of nothingness... they wouldn't shine as bright as Carlos' eyes just then.

"Don't mess with me."

"I'm not messing with you. Why wouldn't I like you?"

"Because you're not supposed to have a favorite."

"I won't tell Fred if you don't."

He laughs, a brittle but adorable little thing, like a small bird taking its first flight. If you could hear the sound more often, see that bashful smile on his handsome face more every day... you wouldn't need any other prince to die in war for.

His hand runs down your arm, his thumb lightly caressing your skin through the fabric of your shirt before he grabs your shaky hand in his.

"Now's not the best time, but... I think we've got to have an important conversation after the race tomorrow," his deep, soft tone pacifying you just as much as the abstract shapes he traces on the back of your hand.

"After you win, you mean."

"Right. After I get my surprise, no?"

"After you win," you repeat with a grin, and he squeezes your hand, smiling too. Something, deep down, tells him he'll win regardless of the race result.

"Cosa diavolo sta facendo?"

Even in spite of the roaring crowd and the bellowing V8s speeding down the straight, the dumbfounded voices around the pit wall come to you clear as day.

"Russell 1.4 behind Lando," Ricky, sitting on the other side of Vasseur, speaks into his headset.

The team principal keeps quiet, eyes fixed on the cascade of numbers and brackets on your screen. He understands before the rest of the wall what his driver is doing; and as you relay all the information you get to the race engineers, you understand it too.

"Lando .8 behind, .8 behind with DRS—Russell no DRS... Copy that."

He's doing it on purpose. Keeping Norris just close enough to shield him from the Mercs while making sure he can't catch up. You'd laugh in triumph and disbelief if you weren't gritting your teeth so damn hard, heart on the verge of exploding as the last laps tick out in a blur.

Just a few more minutes. Just a few more seconds, and the night sky over Marina Bay will explode in crimson lights...

Mechanics spring to their feet and climb the wall to the track, bumping their fists in the air. Cheers, claps, exclamations, a bouquet of red roses swaying in the wind to greet its champion at the finish line. And then, the unmistakable roar of a racecar speeding past the chequered flag at three hundred kilometers an hour. Liberation.

You spring to your feet right as the fireworks go off, yelling to the sky. Carlos won. Carlos won! Your Carlos—in the middle of Red Bull's flawless season...

"¡Vamos Fred! ¡Vamos Ricky!" Flashes of red and gold pass his high spirits by, diligently braking into the first corner.

He laughs, he screams it all out, unclenching all his muscles, woozy from the G's, from the adrenaline, from the win... from you, watching him from the pit wall. From the memory of your skin against his, your adoring eyes and the formidable lightness inside his chest that has him feeling like he's the king of the world.

In a few minutes, he'll be posing with his trophy and the team in front of his P1 plaque for the group photo, and he'll drench you in champagne—your lively laughter will fill his heart with the gold of medals. And later in the evening, before the afterparty, he'll pull you aside and tell you maybe this victory has made him reckless, and he'll kiss you senselessly like a prize he fought for.

For now, though, he's nodding his head at Lando who gave him a congratulatory wave from his car when his on-board screen lights up with an unexpected message. Glowing red letters read, "Great job, smooth operator! 🌶️" Laughter escapes him as small virtual fireworks go off on his screen... and he presses the radio button on his steering wheel.

"Did she have one of these ready for Charles too?"

A few seconds of white noise, and then, your mischievous voice, dripping with joy.

"You know me, Carlos. Never play favorites."

… f1 taglist; @retvenkos @giuseppe-yuki (want to be added? send me an ask!)

#f1 #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #cs55 imagine #cs55 fic #cs55 x reader #cs55 #mywriting #this got so much longer than i had originally planned lol <3 #clara.writing

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trafficconesandmascara · 1 year ago

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Jade's Art Reference Library ✩࿐࿔

✮ Here’s a list of some of this blog’s bigger tags. A lot of this is drawing references, but there are writing tips and other maker-oriented helpful things!

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✮ CNTRL+F to find a specific tag.

✮ Sometimes there will be two versions of a tag (reference vs references, armour vs armor, etc). This is because I can't remember which one I use, so I use both. They should have almost identical content, at least as far back as I started forgetting which one was the one I started with.

✮ I've had this blog since like 2012? or something? I started it just so I could refer back to posts that I found helpful for my art and writing. It may be a bit disorganized, and some of the tags haven't seen any updates in a while.

✮ Not a comprehensive list of things I reblog here.

✮ Sometimes I'm on my phone without Shinigami eyes. If you see me reblog a terf, it was 100% an accident, and I will gladly delete it and block their ass ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

✮ Same goes for AI art, if you see me reblog it, tell me and I'll delete it! The only AI-related stuff I want to reblog here is how to protect your art from it and how to avoid it in search results (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

∧,,,∧ ( ̳• · • ̳) / づ♡ I hope you find some things here that are helpful for you!

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Accessibility- I need more of these posts, actually. Right now there's some info on writing image descriptions.

Accessories- sunglasses, bags, headdresses, circlets, crowns, etc.

Architecture-

Armour / Armor- so you don't get stabbed

Art- just general art I thought interesting enough to stash for future inspiration

Castles- also includes cathedrals, old mansions, temples, and any old, large, important building, as well as old castle-like details like fancy stone gazebos

Characters- Tips on writing/designing characters, and also posts of interesting characters.

City- skyscrapers, aerial views, streets, alleyways

Clothes- you wear them, I wear them, they're clothes

Clouds-

Comics- generally this is actual comics panels

Colourful / Colorful- images with interesting colors

Creatures- animals, arachnids, insects, and other living creatures both real and imaginary

Culture- information about different cultural stuff that are good to know

Fashion- artsy clothes/accessories that are generally not practical for everyday wear but still interesting to look at

Fiber art / Fiber arts- plush, crochet, etc. Some overlap with the sewing tag. Looks like I use "Fiber artS" more than "fiber art", somehow.

Game dev- need more posts here! Feel free to tag me if you find any good resources.

Glitter- not much here really

Hair- or wigs

History- give some context to your stuff, friends

Holographic-

Iridescent-

Jewelry-

Language / Languages- unfortunately these two tags are a little different because I very much forgot which one I was using

Lighting- when a scene is lit in an interesting way

Lights- LEDs, lanterns, Christmas lights, candles, etc.

Makeup-

Mist- and fog

Moon- ours, mostly. Includes eclipses.

Music-

People-

Photography- A mix of tutorial type posts and actual photography.

Pixel art-

Places-

Poses- the way people stand and sit. Sometimes it's actual pose references, and sometimes it's just photos where I think the pose happens to be interesting or useful.

Reference / References- anatomy, tutorials, other useful information and examples

Resource / Resources- links to things like stock image websites, (usually free) software, libraries, or other helpful tools

Rocks- crystals, minerals, gemstones, geodes, fossils, shells

Sculpture- clay and stuff like that

Shoes-

Sewing- Includes stuff like embroidery, but sometimes I use the fiber arts tag.

Stars- nebula, galaxy, meteorites, astrophotography

Tutorial / Tutorials- Posts that teach you how to do a specific thing, like skin tones and hair textures and whatnot.

Water- lakes, ponds, ocean, waterfalls, fountains, puddles

Weapons- swords, daggers, archery, etc. Not just photos of cool looking weapons, but tutorials on how to draw them, history on them, etc.

Weather- rain, atmospheric phenomena, auroras, rainbows, and lightning, tornadoes

Web design- need more here! Also includes UI design.

Writing- Helpful tips for writing, as well as handy resources like name generators, map creation tips, character creation sheets, worldbuilding help, etc. And sometimes I just throw in snippets of writing I happen to really like.

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HELLO & WELCOME ♡ to an all inclusive giffing guide, which includes: - vapousynth installation on windows / mac - how to source giffable material - resizing / deinterlacing / denoising / sharpening on VS - step by step breakdown of how to use VS - giffing after you've used VS - giffing using only photoshop - simple colouring guide - watermaking and blurring captions

( a better and updated version of the previous one )

GIFFING USING VS + PS

1. VAPOURSYNTH & ITS INSTALLATION

VS is free to download and use. it is truly an amazing tool which allows you to resize, denoise, sharpen your gifs all at once and save the output in gifs, frames , mp4 and mov.

You can install vapoursyth from here. The site has download software and installation guide for both MacOs and Windows. Please watch and read the installation guide thoroughly, it is a very well written one and if you follow along, installation will be done easily.

It is best to use a video with minimum resolution of 1080p but a good 720p would work sometimes. This is how gifs look after sharpening a normal 1080p video:

2. SOURCING GIFABLE MATERIAL

➞ You can start with downloading a 4K Video downloader. It will allow you to download clean and best available resolution videos from youtube. ➞ If you don't want to download a software, you can use screenrecording. - Windows : windows key + alt +R - MacOs: shift + cmnd + 5 ➞ .TS files - for seventeen .ts files, you can go to rosebay

3. TUMBLR SIZING

Tumblr has it own resizing rules so that your gifs aren't blurry after you've uploaded them. Keep this in mind when you're using VS resizing tool.

4. USING VAPORSYTNH

After you've installed the VS properly. You'll have a VS script shortcut on which you'll drop your video file for giffing. Once you drop your video file on the VS shortcut, a window like this will pop up:

After you've put your timestamps and gif duration, a resizer will open up in chrome ( or your default web) along with a VS Script Window (sometimes it’ll take a min to open).

GIF Size: WIDTH (left space) and HEIGHT (right space). Use the bottom left triangle to adjust you clip. Make sure 'Preprocessor' is set to 'None' and "debilinear'.

Use KNLM for denoising and FineSharp for sharpening by selecting them and ticking the small check box beside them. DONOT mess with the denoise and sharpening cursor on the resizer tab, we'll adjust setting on the VS Script.

There are CCs who use BM3D for denoising but it never worked for me. Always gave me an error. KNLM has worked without an error for years for me.

NOW, there are CCs who like to set frame per second ( qtgmc) on the resizer itself but qtgmc is designed to work with interlaced video. Don’t waste your time with fancams, it won’t do shit.

[ Interlaced content: live performances, variety shows. Typical formats: .ts/.tp/.m2ts Progressive content: fancams, vlive/instagram videos, some variety shows (basically 1080p/720p/480p/…, anything with a p. Typical formats: .mp4/.avi ]

Copy whatever code that comes on the top right.

YOUR VS SCRIPT:

First, remove the # on line 9 to increase your cache size so that your VS doesn't slow down or crash. It is already removed in mine, but you'll have to remove the # on the start of line 9.

Remove everything from line 17 till before "video = core.fmtc.bitdepth(video, bits =16)" and paste the code you copied from the resizer on line 17.

After you've pasted the code, we put in our denoise and sharpen settings by changing these things. denoise: 2, 6, 4 , 2 finesharp: 2

Now, Encoding aka Saving the output. Script > Encode Video and another window will pop up which allows you to select in which way you want to save your ouput.

I would highly suggest using the PNG sequence because it is easily editable and is saved in hd from. GIF output can often be dithered.

Ensure that header in in Y4M mode

Click on Start to start your encoding process. Don't close any of the window tabs before the encoding is completed.

Your output will be saved under "D:\VapourSynth64Portable(200722)\gifs\output".

Before you start encoding another batch of frames or a gif, please cut and paste the previous output in another folder because each new batch of output gets saved in the same folder with the same name, thus, automatically replacing the files.

after you’re done with accessing your output PNGs, close all the windows and repeat the same for a new set of PNGs for another gif.

TRIMMING GIFS

If your saving as PNG sequence, you can simply trim your gif by removing the unwanted frames!

If you're saving as a GIF output, after loading your gif and converting it into a smart object, you can cut it using the 'scissors' button on the timeline. Place the cursor thing from where you want to cut the gif from and press the scissors button. It will split the gif in two. Select the unwanted one and press delete.

REMOVING FLASES FROM GIFS

To remove flashes in gifs in a simple and easy way is to save them as a PNG sequence. With that you can clearly see which frame has a flash and simply delete that before loading in photoshop as stack.

5. LOADING THE GIFS IN PHOTOSHOP

Firstly, turn on your timeline mode. WIndow > Timeline

To LOAD GIF FILE IN PS FOR COLOURING File > Open > Select GIF > Enter ( a normal gif output will have a 0.02 FPS delay )

(if you want to sharpen or add any effects to the gif then:) - Click the small button on the left bottom of the timeline to convert into into video timeline.

Select all frames on your right and convert them into a Smart Object (select all > right click > covert to smart object)

Add whatever filters you want.

Add your colouring and save.

TO SAVE AKA EXPORT GIF

File > Export > Save to WEB

6. LOADING PNG SEQUENCE FRAMES FOR GIFFING

File > Scripts > Load into Stack > Browse Browse will open your File Manager. Select the frames you want to be loaded as a stack. Let them load and click OK.

After PS is done loading your frames, Follow these steps:

Click create frame animation. It’s show only one frame so you have to click this ≡ symbol on the top right of the timeline.

Then click Create Frames from layers and it’ll make all frames.

Then click ≡ again and click “reverse frames” because ps loads stacked frames in reverse so you have to un-reverse it.

4. Most importantly, we need to set frames per second because we didn't set anything on the resizer. Frames per second can make a huge difference in how fast or slow you want your gif to be. 0.05 FPS is just my preferred setting.

To input your desired FPS settings, select all frame from the timeline, right click on any frame > Other > Input your desired setting. ( anything above 0.08 will make the gif too slow )

5. Click on 'Create Video Timeline' to turn this into a video timeline. (bottom left of timeline)

i made an action that does all steps from 1 to 5. Download it here <3

6. Then select all your layers from the side panel and convert it into a smart object so that you can sharpen it and add other filters.

7. Add your adjustment layers for colouring and save it!! Saving process as same as before. (File > Export > Save to WEB)

GIFFING USING ONLY PHOTOSHOP

If you don't want to go through hassle of installing and using vapoursynth, you can use this photoshop only method. You can simply cut the video and load them as frames.

File > Import > Video Frames to Layers

A window like this will pop up:

Use the triangle cursors to set the start and end of your clip. Make sure Make frame Animation is check. Press OK.

IMP: After you frames have loaded, you'll see the frames have loaded at a 0.04FPS. You can change it according to your preference but the speed is different (slower) for these gifs even if they're both at 0.05fps, that is because the number of frames is different than number of frames from a VS png sequence for the same clip.

You can adjust the fps the same way mentioned above.

You can see the difference even with the same FPS settings. The frames in the second gif are VS generated whereas the first one is PS generated.

After setting you desired FPS, click on the Make Video frame animation button at the bottom left on the Timeline tab,, Select all frames/ layers on the right and convert them into a SmartObject.

Now comes the main part, Resizing the gif according to tumblr. For this, Image > Canvas Size. Input your desired dimentions and press OK.

Then, Click of CTRL + T (Free Transform) and adjust the gif along the canvas. like this:

Press Enter. You gif is set. all you need to do is, add your sharpening (filters > smart sharpen).

You can also refer to this amazing tutorial by @jeonwonwoo for photoshop giffing.

BLURRING CAPTIONS IN GIFS

For this you only need a gif in a Smart Object, Marquee Tool and Gaussian Blur.

Marquee Tool is the small dotted rectangle tool. Click on it and then make your selection around the caption by clicking and dragging your cursor.

normal selection

Add to selection (to the normal selection) ( best for multiple captions, it lets you select in multiple places at once) Example:

after selection, go to Filters > Blur > Gaussian Blue > 3.0

IMP: If you want to add Blur using marquee tool on a smart object that already has a smart sharpen filter (or any filter) on then you need to convert that smart object into a smart object again.

after you've added your colouring adjustment layers, save your gif. File > Export > Save for Web

WATERMARK

To make you custom watermark shape, you can follow this wonderful tutorial by @yunaevis

How to set the custom watermark or any watermark, you can follow this tutorial by me. ( bonus: it'll also teach you how to use actions for watermarking)

BASIC COLOURING

Start off Curves. Click and drag the curves from the middle to upwards. This will increase the brightness .

For skin, we begin with Selective colours. Messing with Reds and Yellows, give the skin more even saturation. You can accentuate blacks and increase brightness + contrast too.

BEFORE AND AFTER:

for a detailed basic colouring tutorial, you can follow this tutorial!

DONE AND DUSTED,,,, THANKYOU <333 I hope this was somewhat helpful <3 if anyone has a doubt, they can always contact me!

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