Hii! I'm absolutely in love of how good your screenshots are, both in game and in cas, I was wondering is it possible you could make a little tutorial on how you do it? Idk why mine always look like blurry or something idk it's very uninspiring
hi @simsinfinitylt. thank you so much 🥺! and please do not feel discouraged. it really is all trial and error, i promise. it definitely took me a minute myself to find what worked best for me. this is my current editing system:
chapter 1: a pc for me
the most important thing is to have a good computer that can play the game on max settings. make sure all your settings are maxed out, with laptop mode and edge smoothing off. i also play the game in 4k resolution (3840 x 2160), the max for my monitor (but it might be different for you).
additionally, i use the graphics overhaul overrider by simp4sims, the 'ultimate quality' preset.
graphic overhaul: graphics rules setters
here are my pc specs...
chapter 2: maybe she's born with it. maybe... it's reshade
reshade honestly does most of the work as well as the world lighting mods by @softerhaze. i hope to be able to find time to make my own preset one day, but for now, i use the daisies reshade by @breezytrait. here are my lighting and visual mods...
reshade: daisies (i tweaked the preset a bit, mostly increasing the mxao here)
world lighting mods: twinkle toes, shadows for days
light replacements: no glow v2, out of the dark, inner glow
cloud replacement: studio ghibli clouds
chapter 3: say click. take a pic
i take all of my screenshots in tab mode. i find that it's best to go into tab mode further away than you want the picture, then slowly move the camera forward with the arrow keys to frame the screenshot. this is especially great for really up close photos of sims faces.
i capture all my screenshots with the built in reshade capture function and use the no drift camera mod to keep the tab camera steady
tab mode mods: no drift
chapter 4: call me by your lightroom
now that the screenshots are taken, off to lightroom they go. i honestly don't do much editing in lightroom in terms of color grading. i mainly focus on the details and lights sections. here are my settings...
here are examples, before and after, of what the edits look like on top of the reshade
these are the same settings i use for all my photos. with the exception of the 'contrast' slider which I sometimes bring up for sims with darker skin tones. and the 'shadows' slider i sometimes bring down for night photos.
chapter 5: shout out to picsart. gotta be one of my favorite genders
from lightroom, i'll then import the photos into picarts to finish them off with light leaks and dust particles (as needed). i use the 'detail' brush under 'retouch' to color in sims and objects in the foreground (rocks, plants, bottles, etc.) to make them pop even more.
i also use this app to blur things that the reshade dof couldn't get to. here are some finished examples before and after.
chapter 6: the sons of picsart
for overlay graphics and texts, i use photoshop and phonto. for the psds, i'll import them into photoshop first to make edits then send them off to picsart to add them to my image. i'll use phonto to add texts and sometimes doodles
here are links to some of my favorite psds and other useful resources
photoshop psds: moodlets, promotions, holiday, ui mockups
other resources: sims 4 icons, text message
chapter 7: she doesn't even go here
for cas photos, since there is no tab mode, i just take screenshots as is, with the reshade dof from my preset on to blur out most of the background.
i use the cas lighting by @breezytrait to brighten the cas room up.
cas lighting: hard side light
then edit them in lightroom with he same edits as in-game photos (see chapter 4).
chapter 8: the bell doesn't dismiss you, i do
and that is how i typically edit my photos. i hope this helps inspire you for your future content... and was extensive enough. but of course if you have anymore questions feel free to leave them down below. my inbox is always open and i'm happy to help 😊.
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hello! please ignore my question if it bothers you, but i wanted to ask how you make your gifs so high quality? thank you for your wonderful graphics and i hope you have a great day!
Hello~ Thank you Anon for finding my gifs high quality ;;w;; I always find them so trashy compared to some of my mutuals that make such clean gifs. I made a tutorial a few years ago, but I changed my way of making gifs so here’s a new one ! Hope it will help you, I tried to be as accurate and detailed as possible, but if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send me another ask ! You can also try to read other tutorials on tumblr ! Have a nice day ♡ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )
PS: GIF TUTORIAL *updated*
STEP 1 : DOWNLOAD VIDEOS
First of all, you will have to download the video you want to gif. Since I make anime gifs, I usually download my videos on nyaa.si (720p or 1080p). Your video must be .mp4
STEP 2 : CHOOSE THE MOMENT YOU WANT TO GIF
So you open Photoshop. Go to File > Import > Video frames to layers. Select your video. A window should pop-up. This is when you will select the moment you want to GIF.
Check “Selected range only”. Select the moment you want by moving the sliders. Once it’s selected, click on OK.
STEP 3 : DELETING FRAMES
So you clicked on OK and imported the video to frames. You will have something like this :
Now you can delete the frames that you don’t want to appear on the gif. You just have to select the frame (will have a light gray border, like on the first frame on the pic below), and click on the bin icon which is below the frames.
Then, we will select all the frames. Go to the drop down menu and choose “select all frames”. The drop down menu is here :
With all your frames selected (all the frames have a light gray border), you can change the time. Most of the time, I use 0,04s, but sometimes if the gif is too short I change it to 0,05s.
STEP 4 : ANIMATION BAR TO TIMELINE AND RESIZING
After that, we will convert the animation bar to a timeline. Select all your frames, and click on this :
A timeline will appear.
Then, go to the right bottom of your photoshop, where your layers are. Select all your layers (=scroll up or down, hold shift and click on the last layer).
Now, go to Filter > Convert To Smart Object. You will have only one line in the timeline like so :
Then, you will change the dimensions. You go to Image > Image Size. A window will pop up. You enter the dimensions you want (540px, 268px…) and click on OK. I don’t know if it happens to others but when I change the dimensions, a white border appears around the whole gif, as you can see below (idk why).
So I usually increase the dimensions by 2 px (for a 268 px gif I choose 270 px for example), so I can crop the borders and still get the right dimensions for my gif.
STEP 5 : SHARPEN THE GIF
Now, the important stuff. How to make your gif as HQ as possible. First of all, the settings really depend on the anime. Every now and then I have to change my settings because it doesn’t look good with this or that anime. BUT my go to thing to do is :
- Duplicate the gif : click right on the gif layer and choose Duplicate the layer
- Set the opacity of the above layer to 10%-30%. Most of the time, I use 30%, but depending on the anime, it might be too blurry in the end. For this gif of Itadori, I decided to go with 10%.
- Use the glaussian blur : Select the same layer and go to Filter > Blur > Glaussian Blur. A window will pop up, choose 1 px.
- Use Surface blur : now, you’ll select the layer below and use the surface blur (Filter > Blur > Surface Blur). The numbers may vary a lot here, because I want to make the gif look the cleanest possible but without erasing too much details. Most of the time I use 3 to 6 ratio, or 4 to 8, really depends on the details and the anime. Here, I’m gonna use 3 pixels and 6 levels.
NB : The gif might become a little transparent on the borders, so I usually create a black layer that will go below all the layers.
- After that, we will sharpen the gif. Select the same layer (the one below), you go to Filter > Sharpen > Smart Sharpen. Then you just adjust the sharpening to your liking. As for me, it’s most of the time 120% (varies between 80-150%) and 0,3px. Be careful not to oversharpen. Your gif will look worse than if it wasn’t sharpened. I’m choosing 120% here.
- To make the sharpening smoother, I usually go in the blending options (double click on the little arrows next to Smart Sharpen, as seen below) and choose darken (the blending mode depends on the scene, on brighter gifs lighten might look better, try it and see what you prefer).
STEP 6 : COLORING THE GIF
You can save it as it is or color it so the colors are prettier. For that you will use the settings there :
Or you can use a .psd already made (you can download them on resources blogs). Here, I’ll be using one I made. So you open the file (File > Open) and you select the one you downloaded. Click on the folder of the psd and drag it on your gif.
Be careful ! The more you change the colors, the grainier the gif is gonna get. You can find some tutorials on how to color gifs on tumblr, I’m definitely no pro lmao I usually click everywhere until it kinda works out ^^’
STEP 7 : SAVING THE GIF
Now it’s time to save the gif ! FINALLY ! Go on File > Save for web. You will have a lot of settings. First, before saving make sure the looping option is set on “forever”. Then, be sure that your gif is NOT wider than 10Mb (i think it is the latest limit, i’m not sure ^^’). If it is, try do delete some frames or adjust the colors, select pattern… Play around with the settings until it’s under 10Mb. Then, click on save and it’s done !!!
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Why Are We (Best) Friends?
Warnings: excessive swearing, alcoholism, mentions of drugs, drug use, suggestive humor, implied sexual content (no smut), some gore descriptions. Generally, Remus stuff.
Taglist: @blogging-time @veraisnotfine @littlestr @jessibbb @broken-pens @hi-its-tutty @idkanameatall @moxiety--sanders101 @theyluna-womoon
Last chapter! I’ll put a warning for when it starts getting a little heated just in case anyone will be uncomfortable but I assure you there’s no actual smut. Idk I just had fun with this last chapter. I also apologise if it’s a little awkward I don’t really have... experience.
Chapter Eight: No, Fuck Me
May 2nd, 2017.
“Oh, fuck.”
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck of fuck—
“Reeemuuss!”
How could Patton still sound exactly like himself while covered in cocaine and his breath ripe with cider?
Patton was drooling garbled words onto his chest. Everything he slurred barely registered to Remus, who might have blushed if he wasn’t so busy trying to process what he was witnessing. “Are you okay?” Was all he could think to say for himself. “Hehe... I’ve no idea wha’ words are righ’ now,” Patton giggled, summing everything up.
And Patton was staring at him.
Tugging on his sash scrunched in shaky fists, tugging on his heart strings, Patton stared. Centre of gravity balanced on top of him, his trust thrust onto him, Patton stared. He never stopped staring. Never cringed and shied away.
And Patton was smiling at him.
The picture of innocence, tipsy and twisted like an image reflected in a bubble, smiled at him. The epitome of adorableness, smiled at him as if he was the one who beheld someone truly precious. He never stopped smiling. Never cringed and shied away.
Please tell him Patton hadn’t sniffed any cocaine.
“Your sash matches your eyes,” he said. Remus went cross eyed watching Patton lift a finger to his face. Booping his nose, he triggered a rush of blood to dot Remus with red like scattered fairy lights. His heart started panicking— Patton played with his mustache, the curled ends latching onto him. The little tweaks felt so… nice, weirdly. Remus liked weird.
His heartbeat escalated.
Why did it feel so nice?
It broke into a sprint.
“An’ your mustache loo’ li’e mouse whis’ers— no! A lil’ ca’erpilla’,” Patton giggled. And he sounded like fucking jingle bells chiming.
Remus’s heart tripped, grasping at his lungs like hanging onto a cliff’s edge. His breath struggled with his heart’s still, strangling grip.
Nose scrunching, Patton ducked his head into Remus’s chest to hide from the kitchen light. Then, Patton became a completely dead weight.
Startling back to life, his heart pounding between the bars of his ribs, it beat so hard it made Patton appear to shiver. He gasped at his circulatory system coming back online. On reflex, Remus looped his arms around Patton’s waist so he’d continue to slump against him rather than slide to the floor. Butterflies would have flown if their wings hadn’t been sewn shut. As it was, they flopped uselessly at the pit of Remus’s gut.
Alcohol poisoning, Remus had previously pondered, was either the best or worst way to go. As figments of the imagination, it was impossible to die.
Accidentally. Accidentally die.
Now, Remus wanted to believe Patton got this drunk by accident. Yet how could someone drink so excessively, so determinedly, without the intent of… and if a figment of the imagination really wanted to…
Remus cradled the jumble of sloshed bones. He sighed. A deep, protective need to cherish him settled in his chest cavity. Nestled snugly under his manubrium, it ached. The ache was a mollusk that anchored to his sternum and sucked on, securing itself. It ached, like a fresh scald. Tender, tingling, hot, and glowing with blood. He wanted to protect Patton from the world, from all the spiders.
Protect him from whatever drove him to do this.
Remus summoned the warmest, fluffiest blanket he could imagine, bundled him up, and googled how to treat alcohol poisoning (decidedly the worst way to go, in his mind now).
He remembered what to do next time, engraved in his muscle memory.
The Present.
“You know what I think? The others have a bias against you just because you’re the only one who can pull off facial hair,” Patton said, and Remus barked a hearty laugh.
It had been a week and a few days since Patton’s revaluation about his feelings. Since then, Remus had had a chance to compute everything, sort out his own feelings, and he was ready to talk about it now. Patton had been patient with him, but over the past week or so he could tell it was eating away at him slowly. Only today did he seem to relax.
Heaping a greedy, chocolatey helping on his spoon, Remus passed back the ice cream tub to Patton who sat crisscross on the floor alongside him. Patton immediately helped himself to more.
What better time than now to talk?
“Apple?”
“Yeah, Ferret Boy?” Patton said around his spoon.
“How much have you had to drink today?” Remus asked. Patton knew he didn’t mean water, but was still puzzled. “I had one shot this morning, but I’m sober by now. Why does it matter?” Patton said sceptically.
Then he gasped, already reaching for the mini fridge, “Wait! We should count how many drinks it takes to get me wasted! I must be able to handle more than last time by now—”
“No!” Remus shouted hurriedly, snatching Patton’s hands away. “That’s not what I was suggesting. I just want you dry for this conversation,” he reiterated clearly. Fighting to not instinctively curl up, Patton quietly assessed the situation. As soon as everything clicked, his eyes started aimlessly roaming around the room. Only for his attention to snap back not more than two seconds later by a timid squeeze around his wrists.
Remus had a smile indistinguishable between shyly loving and guilty.
“How does it feel, by the way?” Remus stalled. Patton tilted his head in question. “Being… present more often,” he elaborated. Remus’s hold slipped down his wrists, cradling Patton’s hands. “Honestly,” Patton began, unable to draw his eyes from the swirling pattern Remus’s thumbs stroked onto his hands. The hypnotic motion helped channel his thoughts. “Time moves a lot slower when you remember everything clearly,” he mused, glancing up. “It’s quality time.” All time spent with Remus was quality time, so the longer the better.
(It was also tiring. The world may be slower, but now his thoughts are faster and they don’t flow as easily past his lips. It makes him feel… different. He wants to say he feels more like himself… but he doesn’t remember what “himself” feels like. And he’s reluctant to say that the person he spent so much time as wasn’t him. That was him for so long it couldn’t possibly not be him— how could that be any less himself than him before when his memory of both is blurry?)
Remus kept looking at him with that smile he didn’t want to keep silently guessing—
“Skip to the point, Remus, please?” He pleaded.
“I’m getting to it, Teacup.”
“Emu…” He insisted. Remus had no resolve. He gave in easily as an empty pepsi can. “Okay, okay,” and he couldn’t help but smile. Nervously, but still. Was it too late to double check he heard Patton right the other day?
“You’re my best friend. You’ll always be my best friend. But maybe we could be something else, as well?” Remus enfolded Patton’s hands into his cupped hands, gently warming them. “Can we be each other’s everything?”
“What kind of question— You already are my everything, you crackhead,” Patton snapped.
Then he realised what exactly happened.
“Shit, I mean— I meant what I said just— fuck, sorry, didn’t mean to say it like that—”
“I love you so fucking much,” and with those words, everything Patton was going to say dissolved on his tongue.
Tangling his fingers in the strands, Remus ran a hand through Patton's hair and cradled his head. Patton sunk into his touch, eyes slipping closed with a dopey smile. Warm, real, staying. “Can I kiss you, please?” Remus asked, voice cutely curling in question like a fern unfurling. Patton’s eyes creaked back open as if he was waking from a dream. The precious, little puppy, so fragile. Focusing on now, Remus blinked his speeding thoughts away.
“Teddy Bear,” Remus chuckled. Blushful, Patton’s attention jolted back. “Can I kiss you,” he asked again through giggles. It was infectious. Giggles like sparkling champagne bubbles poured from Patton. Toppling over into each other, their foreheads knocked together in their hysterics. Keep laughing, don’t cry. “Yes, yes you Rabbit Heart!” Patton spluttered in their spiral of nonsensical laughter. Their lips crashed together. Laughter melded into pleased hums.
Slowing down their clumsy clashing of lips and teeth, Patton suddenly found he had no fucking clue what he was doing. Unrelentingly reassuring, Remus’s grip tightened faintly in his hair and he showed him how. The hairs of Remus’s moustache tickled his upper lip (and the corners of Patton’s lips curled up like said moustache). They could both taste the lingering chocolate ice cream. The kiss felt... natural. Why hadn’t they done this before? Yet, they supposed, they were only ready for it now. When they broke apart, their lips were beginning to become plump. Before they fully separated, Remus planted a kiss on Patton’s forehead. “I always wanted to do that,” he giddily whispered to himself.
Slowly, it dawned on Patton; that was his first kiss. They had kissed each before, but not on the lips. Those didn’t count. They’d done everything except kiss each other on the lips because somehow that felt like where the line was drawn. It made no fucking sense. (Patton knew kissing was romantic, but he had never made that explicit connection to sex. In his mind, it meant whatever you wanted it to mean. Maybe because when Remus gave him The Talk, he cut out the “When two people love each other very much, they have a special hug” bull crap.)
But Patton was glad they saved his first kiss for something more meaningful. Romantic.
They always had done everything backwards.
*look away now if you don’t want to see it get heated*
A primal instinct unlocked in Patton. An unmistakable burning. Is this how Remus had always felt? Pure, rich, dark desire. (Remus wouldn’t call it that, but still.) Eyes dark with his dilated pupils, Patton was staring down at his lips. Staring, staring, so intensely. Confused slightly, Remus leaned back in an inch.
Suddenly Patton was pouncing on him. Patton desperately scrunched his sash in his fist, tugging him closer, closer, closer. Remus rebalanced himself, hands on Patton’s thighs. Confidently, Patton kissed him with a bruising firmness that stamped his taste of honey onto him. “Can I?” He begged, panting against his lips. “Please,” his voice cracked. Remus nodded in a daze, “Yes.” His chest was bare before he could blink. Hastily, Patton hauled him to the bed, and as soon as Remus was flopped on his back, cushioned by pillows and plushies (migrants from Patton’s room to Remus’s), Patton promptly tore off his own shirt. Glasses caught in the crossfire clattered on the floor.
What the fuck— Remus didn’t have time to react. Is this how Patton had always felt? Jesus, he wasn’t complaining though. All he could do was fixate on Patton eclipsing his sight, him.
“Do you really…? You’ve never initiated it.”
“Would be silly of me to rip your shirt off if I wasn’t interested,” Patton joked. “Do you really want this? You’re not just… trying to please me?” Remus had to ask. Shaking his head fondly, Patton stroked his cheek, burnishing it into a pink glow.
“I— I want so many things, right now. I want to make love to you. I want, I want—“ Voice cracking, Patton dived back down into a desperate kiss. Before breaking apart, panting, he dipped his tongue to taste Remus. Patton savoured the scrape of his teeth against his taste buds. “I want you to moan and keen and whimper like you never have before. I want you to be boneless by the time I’m done with you,” he purred.
Fuck. Remus whined, “Yes, god, Moonshine.”
Patton descended on him. He pressed a searing kiss to his cheek then cupped his face before the heat could dim. Pinkie tucked behind his ear, Patton used it as leverage to lead Remus’s chin up. A clear, delectable canvass for him. Nipping, kissing down his jaw, neck, collar bone, lapping up his whines like white wine. Remus clutched the sheets like the memory of his sanity. Remus’s pulse thrummed beneath his lips. Patton’s tongue was a blisteringly hot branding iron against his neck. He’d never had a proper chance to paint Remus before, so he was on a treasure hunt for his sweet spot. One spot that made him squirm, right beneath his chin, got some extra attention. (Now he’d show everyone.)
Most would expect Remus to be loud, yet he was surprisingly quiet. Every sound was for Patton, and Patton’s only to hear. Remus kept everything confined in their bubble of space and time. As much as Patton loved his ears being serenaded, he fully intended on swallowing down every sweet sigh and moan he could this time.
Observing his work, Patton sat back where he straddled Remus’s hips. Remus splayed his fingers across the expanse Patton’s chest and shoulders at arm’s length, caught between wanting to soak him all in through touch or sight— press their bodies flush together like a flower to keep, or admire him right now. So broad and steady they were (perfect for piggybacks). Rock carved and polished by lapping, consuming waves with saltwater grit until smooth and round. Not nearly as steady as a figment of imagination with standard, over-the-counter-prescription sanity, but undoubtedly more certain in reality than Remus himself. His shoulders were one of Remus’s favourite parts of Patton, directly next to his strong hands and equally gentle words (both of which were big and frighteningly effective at taking his breath away). In the whole stretch of the most likely round wide world, there’s nowhere he’d rather be than here. (The world being Patton, and here being in his arms.)
Bloody— For the love of acid, how didn’t he see it sooner?
“Are— are you… oh my god you’re actually drooling. You’re like a Saint Bernard,” Patton chuckled. Smirking, he knew just how to drive the adorable, kinky bastard crazy. Patton took Remus’s hand, and cracked each knuckle individually. Every pop caused a spark, like striking a match, lighting up his veins.
Crack! Pop! Pop! Snap!
Picking up Remus’s other hand, Patton smirked down at him lovingly. Then he cracked every knuckle at once like scrunching bubble wrap.
Remus whimpered— borderline keened.
Only Patton could do this to him. Only Patton knew him this well.
Lacing their fingers together, Patton pressed the back of Remus’s hands to his lapel— And his pulse— It was much slower and steadier than his own. All things considered, probably a properly functioning circulatory system. Weird. Remus wondered how that would feel.
His heart fluttered, tangling the surrounding muscles. It left his chest feeling tight.
Remus didn’t blush easily, but when he did, he blushed like an anime girl. The entire top half of his body flushed beet red, his love bites hiding for a second. As if raspberries had burst like paintballs all over him.
It was all too much.
But, oh, for Remus... too much was never enough.
Great, his heart was palpitating. For a brief moment, Remus wondered if it was the flustered kind. Then his chest imploded under an invisible weight. His left heart flailed, knocking the air out of him. No, never fun.
Patton could hear his heart beating like a paddle ball. Oh, shit.
Patton quickly summoned a glass of water the moment he saw his eyes lose focus, wide and vacant. Pressing the cool glass to his lips, it felt like ice and Remus swore he heard it sizzled against his tongue.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. I know I can trigger it when I’m a bit... intense,” Patton apologised in the most calming voice he can possibly manage.
“Don’t you dare say sorry, I love it. I just wasn’t— prepared.”
Remus scrunched his nose at the bitter honey taste.
“This was pay back wasn’t it,” he commented.
“You said it helped before.“
“Yes but— I meant the taste.”
“It’s not that bad—“
Remus scoffed, “Oh, I beg to differ.”
Patton smirked. “Begging now, are we?” He teased.
“You…”
Patton giggled, but it wasn’t his normal giggle. It was low, and on the edge of evolving into an alluring growl.
They sat for a while in stillness while Remus recalibrated. Remus tried to strike the balance between breathing in enough and inhaling too much.
“Do you still want to...”
Remus nodded. Patton sighed in relief, “Jesus Christ, I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I’ve never seen you so… so— enthusiastic, is all…”
Patton cupped his jaw, catching Remus’s bottom lip under his thumb.
“Is it too much?”
Remus kissed his thumb, then gushed, “No, oh god, I love it. I love you.”
“Do you want this?”
“God, fuck yes—” Remus didn’t think he had ever wanted anything more, “but do you? You don’t have to, you can always say no,” Remus reminded—
Patton seized both his wrists, pinning them above his head. “I know. I want to,” he said. Pressing their foreheads together, Patton’s thudding heart drew out his next words directly from his lungs like it was the most important breath he’d ever take. He whispered to him, “I want to show you.”
And that saccharine ache. That loving ache swelled and split Remus’s ribs.
There was a silent breath between them in acknowledgement that this wouldn’t be like all the other times. No, it would be special. It will be loving on a new level.
Patton captured Remus’s lips in another kiss, sealing the moment with a wordless promise.
“Cookie mix or two taps?”
“Cookie mix or two taps.”
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