#no sharpening these were grainy enough lol

[orangesyellow]

Can you explain how you colour your caps in your screencap edits? They are so beautifully done.

Thank you and yes I can! It's very simple and I take hella shortcuts to make the colors as vibrant as much as my eyes can handle, lol. You can read below the cut how I go about coloring caps/icons and what I think about when I color them.

We're going to go from the first cap to something reeaaaallly blue. I’m not gonna go through the whole curves, brightness, etc... because that varies from cap to cap, but I included a screenshot of ALL my layers at the very bottom. I will say, my usual routine is curves, selective color (just under the black color), brightness, and then levels. I’m very careful with the brightness and curves because I don’t want to whitewash. 

If I’m not lazy, I usually use selective color to bring out colors but I’m mad lazy 98% of the time so I just use a brush and color the background in. Create a new layer, grab your brush and your favorite vibrant color. I usually start with a big brush and low hardness the further away from the people  (size: 99, hardness: 10%). The closer I get to the people, I decrease my size and increase the hardness (size: 33px, hardness: 40%).

Once you have your colored layer, you can play with the mode. I usually do soft light because it looks the most “natural” to me, but this is just my preference. Hard light looks okay, but the blue is too strong for my liking. And multiply just looks really bad to me (AND i’m really too lazy to color their outline perfectly) and you can see that I didn’t color in everything that well.

Now that I have the color I like, I look at my caps and all the things I don’t like and want to get rid of. The main one is the dark blue on the right side of the cap -- it looks grainy to me and I don’t like how it darkens the right side of the cap. >:’D The left side is a little grainy for my liking also, and usually I’d use the soft blur OR duplicate > gaussian blur > and lower opacity & erase, but that’s a lot of effort for me right now, so we’ll leave it as is. 

So I added a new layer, used the eyedropper tool and grabbed a brush (size: big enough to cover that dark spot, hardness: 0%) and pressed ONCE in that corner, then set that layer to screen. And another layer set to normal, a smaller brush (hardness: 0%) and used an eye dropper tool again -- this time to choose a darker-ish color just to make it less one dimensional. I pressed once towards the bottom right.  Honestly, no one probably notices these things, but idk it just stands out to me.

That’s essentially the gist of it. Also, now that I have a VERY prominent blue layer, the selective color adjustment is MUCH more useful if you were trying to manipulate colors! Or if you really want to make your blues stand out more. Then I just sharpen, resize, add some other layers to tie it all in together (minor changes, really). Anyways, I hope this helped in some way and I showed all my layers for the final outcome below! :’) 

#replies #psq #i literally talk too much oops #tutorial #(?) #yeahps #chaoticresources #lol #photoshop

[sweetestlamb]

Too Little Too Late

Summary: Mun-yeong doesn't forgive Gang-tae after their heated kiss.

Author's note: As promised, here is grovel GT fic it's going to be shorter expositions, I wrote this on my work commute lol 😂 I'll update as I can. This will be a slow burn and he will really have to win over our girl, as always enjoy! (I know I said that last story, might be my last story for a while but inspiration struck what can I say?...um surprise!)

Image by @vivavorever I just thought this picture was perfect! I had to steal borrow it 😊😊

Let's talk.

Instinctively she feels her hormones ramp up at those seemingly innocent words, memories of his body pressed against hers saturating her senses. But this time the phrase appears to have no encrypted interpretation as he leads her down the winding staircase and to her broad mahogany table.

And then he's talking.

Finally opening up to her and sharing the darker corners of his complicated history, tales of homicide and heartbreaks and her chest is tight watching the raw hurt that pours from his eyes.

Heart aches for Sang-tae who was forced to witness such a heinous act that still tortures him to this day.

Shattered by the thought of two young boys whose innocence was snatched away so viciously at such an early age, forced to grown up and raise themselves because of the evil act of another.

If she ever encountered that butterfly she would rip it to pieces, slowly. Make it squirm and suffer the way they had.

....and I need you.

With those words her revengeful thoughts dissapate, furling away in a puff of smoke as he utters the words she has longed to hear, her ears have been starved to receive.

She waits to feel elated. For her heart to curl back up reattaching all the pieces his story shattered into jagged egdes. Waits and waits. Instead anger and frustration manifest like twin demons unleashed from a caged prison.

He hadn't needed her at the beach when he'd ripped her heart out and left the bleeding organ on the grainy expanse of the beach, the heat from her heart enough to morph the particle into glass.

She had clearly been expendable when it came down to preserving the farce that he and his brother were living, like a ship in a bottle contained and pristine but lacking any true semblance of life. At their first obstacle he'd thrown her to the wolves instead of fighting with her, fighting for her. Despite his declarations and doe eyes now, that was the reality that snapped her from her dream.

"Are you finished?" She whispers, fingers clasped on the surface of the table, heart in her throat.

He blinks at her, openly disgruntled by her words. Mouth gaped in wonder.

It's so devastatingly evident what his expectations were and she wonders when exactly she become so weak, so brittle that he believed she would simply accept him back without even a smidgen of remorse for the sharpened words he'd stabbed into her chest.

"Was that all you wanted to say?" She repeats herself, stare growing frostier with his continued silence.

Finally he snaps out of his stagnation, sputtering, "I..- Yes. I just wanted you to know I.. I'm.... Um."

For a moment she's hopeful, disgustingly so. Eager for him to realize what she requires without any assistance. Because that will ensure that he too understands his wrongs and he's proactively restoring their battered relationship. She waits for him to complete his sentence, heart on her tongue.

"I'm.... going to do better. You just need to win Sang-tae, over and then we can move back in and all be together." He finishes and her anger and frustration melt away instantaneously, blown away with a gasp falls from her lips.

Another test. It's never enough. She'll always be an outsider clawing to be in their word, this elusive love that she's been searching for her whole life will always be just out of her reach, on the cusp where she cannot roam.

She's not enough. Not good enough. Not kind enough. Not worthy of love. Simply not, enough.

He was supposed to be different, the one who saw through her facade, to everyone else she exuded nothing but confidence and impassive cockiness but hadn't he seen her broken enough to know that she wasn't strong? Was so tired of pretending to be strong while the world crushed her to a pulp. He wasn't supposed to see her as an emotionless princess or an empty can.

Yet his words and actions made it clear that he did. She was expected to move on now because he had deigned that their spat was over and done with. She was expected to grovel and plead with his brother for a spot in their life, once again Gang-tae would merely be a moderator and not an offensive player in this game. A coveted toy for them to tussle over, some distorted version of tug of war.

She was so tired.

She didn't have the strength or desire to tug any longer.

She was letting go.

"Thank you for sharing that with me." She sat up straighter, bracing herself for her next words. It wouldn't be easy for her to say them, a small part of her wanted to just curl up and cry, take the crumbs that he threw her way and thank him for his graciousness.

But today a larger part, that sounded eerily like Jeung-Sae, told her that "it was pathetic to wait around for some guy, if he wanted you he would come get you." Sang-in had slapped a hand over her mouth as he repeatedly apologized and at the moment her rage had burned so deep that she stormed out of the room, flipping the green and yellow bags on the ground contemptuously. Her vision flushed in vibrant red.

Today she lets that advice wash over her, a cooling balm.

Gang-tae smiled at her, expectant look on his dastardly handsome face. Wasn't it said that the devil would come with a beautiful face? She was sure of it now, she was staring right at him.

"I'll speak to Sang-tae, to apologize for leaving him out. I'll be a better best friend to him from now on."

He blinked at her words, doing little to hide his emotions today, it was just too little too late in the end.

"Oh. Okay good, if you convince him then we--"

She cut him off with a raised hand, "No. That has nothing to do with you or us. That's between me and him."

She watched him jolt in his seat, his eyes now wavering as he searched for answers on her face, for once that wouldn't be necessary she was prepared to voice her ideas.

"I don't want you to move back in."

"What? Why!? I thought you wanted us to...."

She almost laughed at the absurdity of him, unable to say aloud what he believed that she wanted, as if it was exclusively something she yearned for.

And maybe it was. She had always been the driving force and creator, bending them into something that resembled a normal functioning relationship whilst he ran and spat poison at every turn.

"I'm tired." She stands up, turning away before her heart betrays her and clings to him.

His hand on her wrist halts her movement, she pauses eyes watering, tears dangerously close to falling but her jaw tightens in resolve.

"Mun-yeong, I don't understand...?"

She sighs, dragging her hand away, "That's because all you can see is your pain."

She's tempted to hurl his own poisonous words back at him, but she reconsiders, they've hurt each other enough. She'll break this vicious cycle.

"Leave Gang-tae, I need time away from you."

She walks away, hand desperately clutching at the railing, her body is heavy as all her strength evaporates leaving her an empty husk.

There is silence. And then the front door opens. And there is more pained quiet.

And then the ocean pours into her living room as she falls to her knees.

He leaves without a fight.

How tragically expected.

#psycho but it's okay #its okay to not be okay #its okay to not be okay fic #ko mun yeong #moon gang tae #grovel #MY deserves better #so better she shall get #will edit later #ignore any mistakes