i know how to do color edits too

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Luke is overwhelmed by the truth, and is suddenly protective of his sister.
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FMA Edits noone asked for: Ishbalan!Hughes.

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The Colors of Outlander (3/?)

1x01 Part 2

icon tutorial

hey so today i’m gonna be teaching you how to make this icon:

requested by: a lot of people, mostly on anonymous

This is what you’ll need beforehand:

  • A screencap
  • Some kind of overlay/texture (You can find nice ones on deviantart, or you can do what I do and I look up ____ texture deviantart on google images)
  • Basic photoshop knowledge
  • A psd (optional) (this one is really nice)

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Coincidences Part II (Bucky x Reader)

You guys have waited way too long for this and for that I’m sorry. But here it is, so I won’t start it with my usual long-winded preamble. 

Happy Reading!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Modern AU thingy)

Words: 5046 (yikes, that’s the longest fic I’ve ever written)

Warnings: The usual tiny bit of swearing

Excerpt:  For a moment, you wonder how this became your life. Yesterday, you were just another girl worrying about everything except her lack of a love life. Now that’s all you can think about because you’re flirting with a complete stranger. How insanely insane is that? For all you know, he could be a forty-something year old dude with three ex-wives and a beer-belly that could carry triplets. Somehow, though, you don’t think that’s likely.

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Originally posted by gliceria


Your name: submit What is this?

New Message from Mr. Catarcs

3:42 a.m u up?

You blink your eyes blearily and shift in bed. The sheet is wrapped around your legs like sweaty vines, constricting your movement. You growl angrily and throw them off, sitting up and relishing in the cool air of your apartment. Despite the frigid cold outside, you somehow still manage to wake up sweating. Maybe you’re a mutant. 

Glancing over at your phone, it dings again to impatiently let you know that you still haven’t opened the text that woke you up. Usually your phone is switched to silent because of your job at the diner. There are always so many phones going off that it’s almost impossible to tell which is which. It’s just easier having your phone on silent because then you’re never worried about whether your phone is ringing or if it’s someone else’s. It saves you a lot of unnecessary anxiety. 

But ever since last night’s conversation with James, you decided that you wanted to hear your phone ring with a text. It’s the first time in your life that you don’t want to miss a text. 

You pick up the offending piece technology and swipe it open. Sure enough, the text is from James and you grin despite the fact that this message is the same one that woke you at—you squint at your alarm clock—3:49 a.m. 

Deciding you are both thirsty and in need of some time in the open air of your apartment and not under the suffocating sheets, you get up and stretch. The floors are cold as you pad to the kitchen and fill a glass with water, shooting a text back to James. 

3:51 a.m I am now

You wait for an answer while downing your glass of water and putting the empty glass in the sink again. Maybe he fell back asleep when you didn’t answer right away. 

For a moment, you wonder how this became your life. Yesterday, you were just another girl worrying about everything except her lack of a love life. Now that’s all you can think about because you’re flirting with a complete stranger. How insanely insane is that? For all you know, he could be a forty-something year old dude with three ex-wives and a beer-belly that could carry triplets. Somehow, though, you don’t think that’s likely. 

You have no proof of this, and absolutely no reason to believe he isn’t a creep except for a gut feeling. You resolve to ask his age whenever he decides to answer you. 

You think about that. He could lie to you and tell you that he’s 20 when he’s really a lot older than that. The only way you’d truly know is if you meet him in person. 

Suddenly you’re a little dizzy. This is just way too much to worry about at four a.m. You decide to just talk to him. You genuinely like his personality, and you don’t have to worry about all that other stuff until you actually meet him. If you actually meet him. That’s a big, neon-colored, flashing sign in the middle of absolute nowhere if.  

Your phone dings and you look over from where you’re clutching the counter. You don’t notice how hard you were gripping the counter until you pull your palms away and it stings, lines etching themselves across your palm. 

4:03 a.m srry didnt mean to wake u

Before you can even formulate a response, he’s texting you again. A double text. Gasp.

4:04 a.m just couldnt sleep. i was wondring if u wanted to talk

You tilt your head at your screen. He’s up in the middle of the night, and the first thing he does is text you? Why? Does he not have other people he can talk to? A stupid part of you, the same part that wants to meet him in person, thinks that maybe it’s because he wants to talk to you. 

Maybe he does. Probably not. It’s too much to hope for. All his other friends are probably asleep. Regardless, not answering is not an option. Well, it is, but it’s not one you’re likely to explore, not when your chest has those freaky bubbles in it and your stomach is doing that stupid flippy-thingy. Nope. This, you decide, feels like High School when a cute boy texted you first and the instinct to giggle shot up to level 12. 

4:06 a.m alright. what about?

Capitals, Y/N. What the hell happened to capitals?

You take your phone and pad back into your room, perching yourself up against the headboard with your knees drawn up to your chest and your phone in your hands as you wait for a response. Worrying your bottom lip, your mind drifts to work. You’ll have to get up in about three hours to be at work on time. Man, you’re going to be tired. 

It’s then that your phone dings. You decide then that talking to him makes it worth the fatigue. 

4:11 a.m twenty questions?

4:11 a.m Fine, but since you woke me up you have to go first.

The three dots that mean he’s typing pop up three different times before the response finally comes through. 

4:15 a.m whatd u go to school 4?

You laugh. 

4:15 a.m getting down to the nitty gritty personal stuff I see

You think for a moment. Telling him what you do isn’t divulging too much about yourself, so you decide it’s okay.

4:16 a.m lol yup thats me. i want the deep personal stuff. might just ask what ur fav color is nxt

4:16 a.m 1. editing; 2. sorry, that’s sacred info

4:17 a.m 1 ah i understand y ur a grammar nazi now…2 obviously

Thinking for a moment, you decide that favorites are just too cliche. Any conversation anyone has with some new friend ends in questions that start with “What’s your favorite…” You really want to know how old he is, but you figure you need an ice breaker before you get to the actual nitty gritty. 

First, though, you must take the bait to piss him off:

4:19 a.m What would you have done if I hadn’t gone to college?

With a yawn, you lie back down and curl on your side, sitting your phone on the nightstand in front of you with your eyes glued to it. Once you realize that staring at it isn’t going to make him type faster, you turn over. 

You’re totally not too eager. There’s no—

Ding!

You flip over so fast that you rip the sheet from the other side of the bed and end up with half of it between your stomach and the bed. It pulls from the bottom corner of the bed and is slightly uncomfortable, but you don’t care. 

4:22 a.m high school?

4:23 a.m I didn’t go to high school FOR anything 

You’re not sure if the use of caps-lock is weird, but you send it off anyways, deciding that emphasis on that one word is crucial to your meaning. He replies within seconds. 

4:23 a.m i mean dunno bout u but i went to learn

You laugh, probably louder than is necessary. 

4:24 a.m Touche. What’d you go to school for?

4:26 a.m repeating questions isnt alowed

Frowning, you wonder if he actually didn’t go to college. Should you push it? Maybe you should just change the question. There’s a part of you, the curious part that wanted to be a reporter when you were young, that really wants to know. 

There isn’t too much time for you to think all of that before he’s texting you again. Usually, you’re the one to mercilessly double-text. James, it would seem, has you beat in this department. Also, you didn’t want to double-text a complete stranger. 

Before you even look at the text, it hits you again: this is a complete stranger. The thought of not answering enters your mind again, but you push it down. No harm in just talking if neither of you meet, right? Right?

Right. 

4:27 a.m i joined the military right out of HS

It’s a real Oh moment, and you find yourself staring at your screen as if it’s a real person. The military? What are you supposed to say to that? What’s the protocol for a text that you’re not sure how to answer? Should you just leave it alone? No; if you leave it alone then he’ll think he freaked you out. He hasn’t. Your brain is just short-circuiting on an answer. 

Should you think him for his service? No. Not yet. You don’t want to call too much attention to it in case he doesn’t want to talk about it or he’s had bad experiences, but you’re still not sure how to respond. Have you taken too long already? 

You summon up some courage and type out a message. 

4:31 a.m Oh wow. Well, what would you have studied if you had gone?

You cringe, totally not meaning for that to sound like you were completely skipping over the issue altogether. James doesn’t seem to mind though, if his response is any indication. 

4:32 a.m hmm history i think. ive always liked ww2 4 some reason

4:33 a.m well you’ve got AP european history girl right here. 1 of only 11 in the whole senior class to take it. 

4:34 a.m well, smartypants i get 2 q’s bc u asked 2 

You feel that you handled that effectively, and you were already beginning to formulate a plan in your head while he thought about his questions. 

See, you know next to nothing about the military or what it’s all about except that it is for valiant people who want to serve their country. You can respect that, but you want—nay, need—to learn more. Convincing yourself that it’s purely for research purposes and not for anything else.

Regardless, you need to know more. It’s probably better to get it from someone who has been through it rather than from some cold, impersonal online source. And besides, you just so happen to know someone who was in the military. Someone who, in fact, lost a limb in the line of duty: Bucky Barnes. 

As far as you know, Bucky lost his left arm in the military. You’d asked him before how he lost it and he hadn’t answered you, opting instead to change the subject to Steve and his new (at the time) art studio. It had been suspicious, but you understand that it must not be easy to speak about something like that. 

You’ll have to go talk to Steve tomorrow morning to get Bucky’s number, but you think that maybe you’ll treat him to lunch in exchange for him giving you some details about the whole military thing. At the company, you get an hour off for lunch, which is just enough time to go out, interrogate a friend (respectfully, of course), and head back before the hour is up. 

The plan was formed and you had your head already set on it. By the time James’ reply comes in, you’ve tuckered yourself out thinking that whole plan out. It is really late—er, early—after all. 

4:41 a.m 1 how was ur day 2 how r u likely to spend a friday night

4:43 a.m I feel like I’m taking a Buzzfeed quiz

You yawn again and type out your answers.

4:44 a.m my day’s just begun. it’s four a.m. And probably reading or something

You put your phone down, thinking that you’ll just leave it there and wait for his reply, but you end up turning over and falling asleep. 


In the morning, you turn your phone on silent again while you get ready for work, playing some music while you apply some light make-up. 

It turned out that James hadn’t answered you anyway, so you would have been up waiting for a text that wasn’t going to come. Good thing you passed out. 

Glancing at the clock, you notice that it’s 7:02 a.m and that Steve should be up. You don’t have to be at work until 8 and it’s not a long bus ride to get to work so you figure you can spare half an hour to haggle your best friend into giving up Bucky’s phone number. You wonder why you haven’t thought to get it sooner, figuring that you just never needed it. 

You and Bucky only ever hung out with Steve or the rest of the gang. He was a friend of yours, but the two of you had never been too close in the two years of knowing each other. That said, you had heard a lot about each other even before meeting from Steve, and Bucky had expressed in the past how annoying he found it when Steve was constantly mentioning you in casual conversation. 

It was the same with Bucky for you. Steve had been talking about his best friend Bucky ever since you had met him. It was in that way that you and Bucky had gotten to know each other sort of inadvertently. 

Heading out the door and across the hall, you knock on Steve’s door lightly a few times. He’s a light sleeper anyways, and you don’t want to wake the whole hall with loud knocking. You only opt for knocking this time in case he’s not decent or something. Otherwise, you would have used your key.

Sure enough, Steve answers the door within a few minutes, clad in flannel pajama pants, a white V-neck, and holding a steaming cup of coffee. It smells amazing, and you realize then that in your rush you’d forgotten to make yourself some. 

“Got another one of those and half an hour?”

Steve raises an eyebrow but steps aside to let you in. He’s a morning person, so you were sure on your way over here that you wouldn’t receive any resistance. 

“What do you need?” he asks you, pouring you a cup of coffee not unlike how he’d done it the night before. He pours in a generous amount of milk and some sugar before stirring it and handing it to you, just the way you like it. 

Blow, sip—“Mm,” you hum. “I need Bucky’s phone number.” You say it as nonchalantly as you can manage so as not to raise any flags to Steve, but by his surprised expression you can tell that you’ve raised them all. 

“Bucky? Why?”

You shrug like it’s no big deal. “He has some info that I need.” It sounds so covert and cheesy that you almost giggle, but you manage to keep your composure while sipping your coffee again. 

Steve tilts his head to the side almost imperceptibly, leaning his back against the counter across from you as you sit at a stool by his island. Said island juts out from a wall to half-enclose the kitchen area like a wrap-around ‘J’ with the island as the tail. 

After a few moments of silence, it becomes clear that Steve is waiting for you to elaborate, and when you don’t indulge, he sighs, setting his cup down and crossing his arms. 

“Okay, but don’t call him now,” Steve says, already ruffling in a drawer for a pen and paper. “He—he has trouble sleeping, and he needs as much of it as he can get before he has to work. And he’s taking Friday off so he has to log in more hours to make up the difference.” Steve hands you a piece of paper with numbers scribbled on it. 

“Got it,” you said, taking the paper and sticking it in your bag. “Thanks, Steve.”

“Yeah,” he smiles at you. “No problem.”

You stand and head to the door, plan in motion and feeling good about it. Then you remember something and turn as you’re walking toward the door. 

“Steve?”

He lifts his head from where he’s still standing in the kitchen sipping his coffee. You realize you’ve left yours there, but decide that it’s okay. You’ll survive. Somehow. 

“Yeah?”

“Mom is bringing over pasta around two, but I won’t be home,” you can already see his eyes lighting up. “I told her to make extra and that you should be back by then. Can you—”

“—keep it here until you get home?” He knows you so well, it’s scary. “Yeah, but don’t expect me not to try some of it first.”

You fix him with a warning finger. “I’ll be over at seven and I will expect there to be enough for dinner and lunch tomorrow.”

He holds his hands up. “Hey, we all know my metabolism requires a lot of calories per day, and two is just in time for a late lunch.”

“Steve,” you warn. 

“Alright,” he laughs. “I’ll leave some of your mother’s pasta for you for dinner.”

“That’s all I ask.” 

You walk back over, kiss his cheek, take one more sip of your coffee, and then leave. 


You tap your foot on the ground impatiently as you wait at your desk for the clock to turn from 11:29 to 11:30 so you can head for a bathroom break to call Bucky and find out if he’s busy for lunch. 

James hadn’t texted you all day, but you figure that’s okay. He doesn’t always have to text you. He has a life. You push him mostly out of your head, or you try to. You fail miserably. 

He’s the reason you’re meeting with Bucky anyways. As much as you don’t want to admit it, that’s the truth. Of course, you can’t tell Bucky that. You’ll just sound stupid. And then Bucky will tell Steve and Steve will have some sort of “talking to strangers is bad” intervention with you. You definitely don’t want to endure that. 

11:30 hits and it’s officially been half an hour since your actual bathroom break. You don’t want to call attention to yourself in the office that you share with a whole bunch of other people in too-tightly-packed cubicles. You grab the slip of paper Steve had given you and head to the elevator. 

By the time you make it to the downstairs bathroom, you realize that you forgot your phone upstairs on your desk. Great. Now what are you going to do? If you go back up to get it, you’ll look suspicious. Of course, you shouldn’t really care what your coworkers think of you, but you do. Everybody says they don’t care about peer acceptance but most actually do. 

It’s human nature.

You sigh angrily and look around. The lobby is all marble floors and a little shop where they sell overpriced snacks and drinks. There’s a desk to the left of the elevator bank with one woman sitting in a black wheelie chair making and taking phone calls.

Can you just ask her to borrow one of her phones? There’s an empty seat next to her. Maybe you can explain your situation and just ask this woman if you can borrow the phone. 

The only thing is that you don’t know this woman. Your supers rented the office space with the endless rows of cubicles  from the people who owned the building. This woman obviously works for the building management, and not for anyone you know. 

You decide it’s better that she doesn’t know you. It’s less personal. You can call Bucky, discuss details, and be done with it. 

You sidle over and lean on the high desk. Its polished marble top is so high that you have to lean over it a little to see the woman. She’s plump, with dark hair, blue eyes, and a squished face. She looks the opposite of friendly. She’s wearing a black headset that you realize is some sort of Bluetooth. 

You wait until she is done speaking to talk to her. 

“Um, hello?”

She doesn’t look at you for a moment, reaching up instinctively as if she thinks you’re in her headset before she realizes she’s speaking to a real person. She eyes you. 

“What?”

You were right to guess she wasn’t very friendly. 

“I was wondering if I could borrow your phone,” you say kindly. “I have to call someone and I accidentally left my phone upstairs.”

She looks bored and eyes you for another second before looking back at her computer screen. “Just go up and get it.”

“It’s urgent,” you lie. Man, this is going to be awkward after you make the call right in front of her and she finds out its personal.

She eyes you again. “You have five minutes.”

You smile at her. “I’ll only need three.”

You wait as she plops one of the black phones on top of the counter, and it’s so high that you have to go up on your tiptoes to see the number pad. 

“Type extension 382 first, then the number.”

With that, she gets back to her work and you pull the phone from the receiver. You flatten the paper on the desk and do as she instructed. 

You wonder if he’ll even pick up. This will be an unknown number to him, and you know that if it were you, you wouldn’t answer. 

It rings three times before a familiar, gruff voice answers.

“Hello?”

“Bucky? It’s Y/N.”

He sounds surprised. “Y/N?” There’s a pause, a honking noise, and then he sounds as if he’s realized something. “Steve gave you my number.”

“Yeah,” you say. “I had to call you from a work phone, though.”

You catch the woman looking up at you briefly and can tell she’s annoyed that this is a personal call. You’re sure this call needs to be as short as you can possibly make it or else you’re afraid she’ll just cut it herself. 

“Oh.”

“Listen, are you busy for lunch in, like, half an hour?”

Bucky thinks for a moment on the other line and the lady looks at you again, her gaze becoming more venomous. You’re pretty sure that once she looks at you a third time she’s going to end your call for you. 

Just as you’re about to scold him for an answer, Bucky speaks up. 

“Yeah, I’m—”

You feel bad, but you have to cut him off. 

“Okay, great. Meet me at the Deli down the street from Steve’s studio at 12 sharp. My treat.”

Bucky chuckled on the other end. “Your treat? What do you need from me?”

You smile despite the situation. “Just your brain.”

“Sure you don’t want Banner or Stark for that one?”

“I’m sure,” the woman was giving you her last angry glare. You had to go. “See you then, Buck.”

“Looking forward to having my brain probed. Bye, Y/N.”

You hang up, thank the lady, and make your way back upstairs as fast as you can. 12:00 can’t come quick enough. 


Bucky wonders what you want to talk to him about as he drives a company truck to the deli and parallel parks a couple blocks down. The flatbed of the truck is filled with mismatched pieces of junk, from broken computers to the plastic from the top of a printer. It’s all stuff that can be broken down and reprocessed at a plant. 

The city is taking down an old building and putting a new office building up in its place. It’s Bucky’s job as the assistant to take all the not-so-useless junk and dispose of it somewhere where it can be reused. 

He doesn’t have to be at the plant until two, and he finished loading everything up early, so he has about two hours or so to spare. 

Walking into the Deli, he’s hit with a wave of merciful heat and he immediately pulls his coat off. The deli is small with few patrons a small line for take-out. One woman is sipping an iced coffee through a straw while she types madly on a computer. Two men are sitting at a table wearing yellow vests and eating huge subs. Bucky wonders if he would have ended up as one of them, working for the DPW if he hadn’t begun working with the demolition company. 

It takes him barely a moment of looking around to find Y/N sitting in a corner flanked by two windows with an empty seat across from her. There’s a wrapped sandwich and a water sitting on the table in front of the other seat. 

She’s smoothing out the wrapper of her own sandwich as if the creases in the paper wrapping are offending and should not be allowed to exist. 

“Hey,” he says, walking over and taking a seat in front of her. 

She looks up at him and smiles. “Hey,” she shoots back, and then nods to the sandwich. “Got you a BLT.”

Bucky’s suspicions are steadily growing. He pulls the paper from around the sandwich and lays it on the table as Y/N had done, though he couldn’t care less about the creases. He looks between the sandwich and the girl, eyeing both with the suspicion of someone who thinks he’s being played. 

“What’s this about?” he asks. 

She swallows and puts her sandwich down, looking like she’s about to ask him a ground-breaking, life-changing question. Her eyes quickly flick over to his arm and he’s suddenly very sure he knows what this is about. 

But that’s strange. Yesterday—or really early this morning—he was talking to Y/M/N about him having been in the military. Now Y/N is eyeing his arm like she really wants to ask what happened but she doesn’t want to sound impolite. 

Then there’s the fact that they’re both editors. That’s weird. And how Y/N reminds him of Y/M/N. 

He’s an apopheniac, he has to be. He’s seeing coincidences where there really aren’t any. It’s his brain playing tricks on him. In truth, maybe he just wants this strange girl to be Y/N. Though, probably not. Then again, maybe this whole time he thought he was jealous of Y/N for being so close to Steve, he was really jealous of Steve for being so close to Y/N. 

That thought derails him so fast that he doesn’t hear it when Y/N actually asks her question. 

She lets out a breath as if it’s a load-off to finally ask him, and he’s struck with the realization that if he says he didn’t hear her, she probably won’t take it well. He waits for her to say something else, but when she doesn’t he takes a leap of faith based on her glance at his arm. 

“You want to know how I lost my arm,” he says, rather than asks. If her expression of shock and discomfort is any indication, he’s screwed up. 

Big time.

Shit.

“I mean,” she straightens in her chair. “I guess—it’s sorta part of it? Yeah.”

She sounds so lost and he feels so bad. 

He still has no idea what her original question was though. ‘Part of it.’ His thoughts drift back to his earlier conversation with the girl he’s been talking to over text. The military. Could that be what Y/N wants to know about?

No, it’s just too weird. There’s no way. But he has to know. 

“The military? You want to know about the military?”

She nods, looking slightly guilty. “Yeah,” he tries not to let his breath of relief show, “I—uh, fact-checking. I’m fact-checking an article.”

Bucky nods slowly, sandwich forgotten. She’s a terribly liar. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Sitting back as if she’s been punched in the gut, she blinks once, twice, three times—“I’m not lying.”

“Your body language gives you away.”

“Is that something you learned in the military?”

Bucky chuckles. “That’s something I learned from a whole lot of spy movies. Seriously, why do you want to know?”

She takes a bite of her sandwich and speaks around it. Altogether, not the most sexy, but that’s okay. 

“Research,” she says slowly.

Bucky creases his eyebrows. “For?”

“For a project?”

“If you’re going to lie, at least lie with conviction,” Bucky says. “One of these days, I’m going to teach you how to lie the right way.”

Laughing, she pulls her chair in a little more and sits forward. The picture of seriousness, she says, “Alright, if I tell you, you need to promise me you won’t tell Steve.” She sounds reluctant to tell him at all. This must not have been her plan. 

Bucky draws a cross over his heart with his index finger. “Cross my heart or hope to die.”

She shakes her head. “Gotta be stronger than that. You have to pinkie promise.”

He gasps dramatically. “Not a pinkie promise. This must really be serious.”

Reaching over, she swats his arm. “Buck, I’m serious.”

“Okay, okay,” he surrenders, holding up his pinkie. She links hers with his and he’s momentarily struck by how soft her skin is. Then it’s over. “Tell me.”

She steels herself, he can see it. Jeez, it must really be something serious or she wouldn’t be swearing him to secrecy using childish, yet efficient tactics. It strikes him that she tells Steve everything, same as him, so for her to say she doesn’t want him to know must mean it’s not necessarily something good.

He lets himself think for a moment that she might be about to confess that she’s the mystery girl he’s been texting. It’s much more likely, though, that she’s about to tell him she’s got feelings for Steve or something. 

Steeling himself as well, he waits as she takes a deep breath. 

“I may or may not—”

“You may,” he corrects. She glares at him. 

“—have answered a text from a guy who was trying to text someone else—” 

This is where Bucky stops listening and his internal monologue becomes one word: 

Fuck.

by no excuse should reposts be allowed. if you see a photo/gifset and none of the photos are the same size or the coloring dont match (as much as possible because its difficult but its pretty damn obvious) then why would you encourage that and give them notes. especially graphic/gif makers out there, please, if you have an eye for edits like i know yall do then dont reblog reposts. you know how it feels to have your work stolen. weve all been there. check the op. check if they make edits. check the watermark. this goes for fanart too. dont make edits of fanarts without permission. it doesnt count if you slapped a psd onto it, you didnt make it yourself. please guys. stop excusing reposts.

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anonymous asked:

i hate that your empurata windblade looks prettier than actual windblade. do you know how hard that is.

I’m not a huge fan of her design, there’s a kernel of something cool there but it’s covered by glitter and standardization. I think the reason it looks better is because it’s not as busy, her whole head and face have way too much details so it looks uninteresting since the only thing separating the face is different color. Designs need contrast and not only color one, and there’s little of that in hers. She needs either a more plain helmet, which I would personally prefer, or removal of face paint.

anonymous asked:

Do you know that there are people who love you and care about you,and still have hope in your country?

Ah, a while ago, I might’ve forgotten about those people.

But now, with all of you reminding me of your love, how could I forget?


((EDIT: right after posting this i’m looking at the drawing and realizing i forgot to color the part between anon’s neck and gil’s arm, and i am bothered but i’m too tired to fix it right now, i’ll maybe fix it tomorrow))

anonymous asked:

i just saw your iris/daisy gifsets and hoooowww do you get them so beautifully sharpened and coloured??? no matter what sharpening settings i try they always seem to get pixelated and ugly (and aos shit ass lighting doesnt help :o)

Well the biggest factor when dealing with quality is what size the video is. I always try to find 1080p resolution videos for anything that I edit because the gifs always look so much cleaner. 720p is also nice, but with the way that I color it turns out a little more grainy so I try to avoid using those. If you can get your hands on 1080p bluray, especially for tv shows, you struck gold my friend.

I use one sharpening setting for literally everything:

When I make gifs, if I want to keep the original colors from the scene, I’ll normally only use 4 (literally, just 4) different adjustments and I’m usually pretty satisfied with the outcome. This technique has also been pretty successful so far when it comes to avoiding whitewashing poc. If it does end up lightening someone’s skin too much, adding a selective and/or vibrance layer on the gif before you color it should help keep the skin tone where it should be.

I’ll use this scene to try to show you exactly how I do it:

For normal gifs, I always start with a brightness layer. I try not to ever go over 45-50 with the brightness unless the scene is really dark, and the contrast most likely won’t ever go up over 15-20 (more bc of personal preference than anything else really).

Next, I’ll add a curves layer…

Then a levels layer…

Levels can be a little trickier. You don’t want to boost it up too much, or else it will start to look pretty awful. It can also be extremely confusing if you don’t know what you’re doing. I just kind of discovered this year the proper way to use levels layers, and I’m so mad that I didn’t know about this years ago because it makes all the difference. I won’t go into detail because I’m still learning myself, but:

To finish it up I add an exposure layer because I like how bright it makes the gif without compromising the quality (again, as long as you don’t go too crazy with it).

I normally don’t take the exposure above +.22, and the gamma correction never goes any lower than .90 (again, personal preference).

Final result:

For more colorful edits, before I do any of the above steps, I’ll add a selective layer and boost up the more prominent colors. For this one it’s blue/cyan in the background. Don’t go too heavy with the first layer. Adjust it enough so that it makes the colors pop more but to really make it vibrant, after that first selective layer, finish coloring the gif and then add another selective layer to the top, followed by a hue/saturation or vibrance layer and then turn up the saturation a smidge. It’ll look something like this:

And then you’re done!

It’s pretty simple and it’s not layer heavy so adjusting it is really quick and easy. This is by far my favorite technique out of all the ones I’ve used, so hopefully it’s as helpful for anyone else that wants to use it.

I want lisa to know she should be proud of her Thai ethnicity. I’m tired of the colorism I’m tired of the fact that South East Asians are looked down on in East Asian countries AND BY NON ASIAN KPOP FANS (straight up saw a white kpop fan say she doesn’t think thai idols should be a thing because they’re the “dirty” kind of asian).

Also the next time blackpink has a vlive people need to confront jennie and rosé about their problematic attitude. Ngl, i grew up with those same ideologies, because within south east asian cultures (vietnamese for me) they traditionally looked down on darker people. And i was always teased for it in my family because i swam and was significantly darker than everyone else.

And i also acted that way towards friends who were darker than me, it wasn’t until someone was straight up like “dude, that’s fucked up knock it off” i realized my issues. I was born and raised in southern California btw so yeah even in a diverse community colorism is still alive.

It doesn’t even surprise me that rosé and jennie, living abroad, would do something like this…. but guys seriously keep calling them out… they keep up with the english speaking fandom pretty well so we have the ability to let them know…..

*edit* those subs were misleading but i still don’t want to delete this post because racism against south east asians is real…colorism is still very much alive too. and I’ve heard some really mean stuff regarding lisa being thai or how tzuyu’s “biggest flaw” in her beauty is that she looks South East Asian. So i still want them to be proud of their culture because i know it’s probably tough.
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Maki and Kaito swaps

… I went wild. Oops.
I ship them way too much. I can’t help it ! So there, I switched their colors, but this time I switched their outfit’s colors too, which I usually do not do.
I don’t know why I wanted to switch their expression but now I’m scared. Kaito’s good ol’ smile looks hellish on Maki.
I love it.
I also used Kotoko’s and Daimon’s sprites to see what their children would look like. BECAUSE I WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY AND LIVE TOGETHER AND GET MARRIED AND HAVE CHILDREN. Also, I know how children work…

… I don’t know, I’m sorry. But I think Momota looks great with Harukawa’s palette.

Related :
Kaito w/ Chiaki’s colors
Kaito and Chiaki colors switch
Ouma and Rantarou colors switch

its-adrienpastel  asked:

hey, dear! can u make child recolor as standalone? i try to fic stupid prombel with hair color, but isnt help. thank!

I’m not going to make them as standalones. Just making the recolors a standalone won’t solve the problem, they’ll just switch between the custom colors, and if I just do a standalone for every color, that would be way too many individual packages and would be a mess to sort through in CAS. I can stop merging my recolors so you can edit them (which means I’ll have to zip them together, which I know also bothers some people). 

Really I’m doing it in the best way I can right now. I’ve reblogged a tutorial recently for how to deal with the hair color switching. Besides that, that’s all I can do. Really it’s EA’s problem. 

anonymous asked:

how does one cell shade cryface esp cryface feather pls help i beg

EDIT// a lovely person pointed out that anon was actually asking about shading crystal and facet genes and I was just too daft to realize it at the time (////v////) 


hello there! i suck at teaching anything but i made a really bare bones tutorial on how i usually go about doing cell shading. i don’t know if it’ll be of any help but bear with me

1. after i’ve laid down my flat colors i start the shading process by deciding a clear light source. remember to stick with it through the whole picture!!

2. once i’m set on a light source i create a new layer and do some crude guidelines to tests to determine where my shadows should be. my layer mode for shading is always MULTIPLY.

don’t be afraid to shade with colors. multiply makes it really easy and different color shading looks a lot livelier than plain black or gray one.

shading itself is something you have to learn by just studying how shadow and light act in real life.

3. i just fill my earlier guidelines and add more shading where needed. i try to apply my shading so that it adapts to the shapes of the creature. 

i usually add only one shading layer but you can of course use as many as you like. with bigger works i also lightly airbrush the edges of my shaded areas to make them look a bit softer. 

4. when i’m done with the basic shading i add the reflective lighting. i do this on a layer that is above the shading layer. my layer mode for this is usually SCREEN. i lightly airbrush the base for the lighting and also define it a bit more with the brush by making a clear line right next to my lineart (like the jaw and horns in this one)

5. then i just finish it off with higlights that gone on their own layer above the shading. i use SCREEN and LUMINOSITY to do these.


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and that’s pretty much it! it’s so simple that i don’t really know what else to say about it. if you have something even more specific to ask about the process go ahead! i hope i can help even a little bit (○´3`)ノ

btw i’m pretty sure it’s not actually called ‘reflective lighting’ hahaaa

i hate how some kpop editors still whitewash after they know they whitewash

I don’t like calling specific people out but to give an example tumblr user dazzlingkai would be one 
if some of you haven’t seen her edits i will show you  

here is an edit dazzlingkai made of taemin, i mean look at this idk what i am looking at??? am i looking at a jar of mayonnaise?? am i looking at a ghost???
some people might say,“ oh me so dum me cant tell the difference in his actual skin tone and this pic, gimme sum evidence that this is whitewashed” so i can tell you that he definitely did not look like this during his performance. to support my claim i have a picture of him on the same day

wowow look at that, i can actually see his face in this picture!! So yes, she did whitewash taemin in that edit cause he sure as heck does not look the same in these two pictures does he???
as some people might say,“ wow me sum dum i cunt beleib that its whitewashed gimme more evidence" 
and here i have another picture showing how dazzlingkai whitewashes her edits or more of whitewashing taemin

what am i looking at??? where are my sunglasses??? taemin might as well blend in the white screen on a new tab!! his shirt is as white as his face in this whitewashed edit

wow look at that blends right in

anyways heres a picture of him on the same day at the same radio show

look at that major difference, wowow i can see your face taemin!! 

again there might be people saying,"oh meh gawd im still so dum i cunt see that this is whitewashing give me more proof so it can suck in this brain i apparently dont have" 

look at this, this isnt even a natural skin tone. how are you going to make taemin look like this????? when he actually looks like this??

wow look thats him on the same day, cant believe at how white she made him? me neither!

and i do know that taemin whitens his face himself as well so editing probably makes his face whiter. But there is an extent to how white his face can get. Examples of really whitened are the pictures above. Some ideal editing when taemin whitens his face are 

and even this

in conclusion you can see that many people still like to whitewash even though it looks really horrible????? i cant see any of idols faces in whitewashed pictures just like i cant see those people’s editing futures??? well unless they change their method

woah woah dont think i forgot about excuses for white washing, you thought i forgot didn’t you??
"oh me goash whitened picz look so much bettur on pastel themed blogs leik you don’t know" 

um you can still edit a picture for pastel themed blogs? for example look at this picture 

(credits to sugatrash for making this edit)

Wow look at that!! you can still make a pastel edit without whitewashing people!! 
just a tutorial on how to do that because i know some of you whitewashers are too lazy to change your method, i have a link for you! Just click this

Basically, calling out whitewashing isn’t just "butthurt” people wanting to call out or hate other people’s edits. Whitewashing is actual serious business, guys! You may not notice when you reblog these pictures but changing the color of someone’s skin tone can hurt some people’s feelings. Colorism is prejudice or discrimination against individuals with a dark skin tone, typically among people of the same ethnic or racial group. Whitewashing is discriminating against people with darker skin colors. How, you ask? I mean come on, you are changing someone’s skin color just so the look of the person appeals to your standards of beauty. I’m pretty sure that is colorism, if that is not colorism I don’t know what is.

Even in asia they discriminate against people with dark skin. They have always favored lighter skin because back in the day if you had light skin it meant you didnt work and you were wealthy while the darker people worked and weren’t as wealthy and rather poor. But we, as fans, should appreciate the idols with darker skin tones and respect them by not lightening their skin in our edits. Also whitewashing only adds to the problem, and if you don’t see that then it’s because you haven’t experienced colorism the way so many people have. Whitewashing is really serious so i hope you take it serious too.

thank you for taking your time for reading this i hope you whitewashers change your ways and go on the right path. ill do some dua/prayer for you guys

anonymous asked:

I sent a question a long time ago about this so I don't know if you got it or not but I was wondering how you do the colorings for your gifs I know every gif obviously has a different coloring but you seem to entirely change the color of the original video which is really impressive I was wondering how you went upon doing that? I know it's hard to describe since it isn't a specific gifset I'm asking about but I've always wanted to try to do that and I wasn't sure who to ask

hey anonymous. no, I never got your first message (tumblr must of eaten it). but thanks for sending it again! I’ll gladly help you out :)

there are multiple techniques that you can use, depending on the light/color of the video/picture. these are the main adjustments that I use:

  • color balance
  • curves
  • hue/saturation
  • selective color
  • gradient map

I’ll do a tutorial on all of these adjustment functions (with pictures), so it’s easier for you to understand how I do it :) if there are any more question after this tutorial, feel free to ask! 💖

[ + gif example is at the bottom of this post ]

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