I don’t mind at all! Here’s a pastebin that contains the entire contents of my settings file - everybody’s free to use it and then tinker around with it as they please if they want to try my sweetFX settings. :)
I also just remembered; after the September feature patch, SweetFX broke for a few users briefly. A fix was found and you can read more at my post here, just in case regularly installing SweetFX doesn’t seem to work (which you can check with their splitscreen settings!)
I hope this was of some help to you, anon, and that you can prettify your GW2 experience and take many lovely screenshots. <3
I use SweetFX in conjunction with GW2, using it to sharpen the textures of the game, play with the saturation, contrast and hues and even add a couple of other effects if I feel like it. If people would like me to share my settings for SFX, I’d be more than happy to in a separate post! I also made a post about using SFX here that explains a bit about using it.
Aside from the third party addition, when I’m trying to take screenshots I find places that match my character or give them a nice contrast, and then spam printscreen while doing all sorts of emotes! Mashing printscreen does fill up your folder quickly, mind you, but you often get a couple of really nice ones this way.
You can also use terrain to your advantage to try and get neat camera angles! :D
Woops I made a new charr.
Destrier Steamreave, everybody! I felt like I needed a charr thief, and another charr who is actually in a warband with several other members. Steam power!
That’s a nice otp you got there
it’d be a shame if one WAS BRUTALLY EXECUTED IN FRONT OF THE OTHER
I’ve done this
we both cried a whole lot each time
0/10 would not recommend
Dhuneir pauses with one hand raised (now somewhat stupidly) in the air, index finger pointing at the ceiling as if he actually had anything important to say. Of the many things he had expected from Whyseir, those words had never been one; if they had been expectations, then they were sat next to the expectations of a Tyria free of dragons, and charr and humans being able to stare at each other without weird sneers or snarls.
Because really, Whyseir and hugs were on that same level of improbability, if you ever thought about it.
"… A hug?" he asks the paler sylvari with some hesitance, though Dhune is careful to manage his soft tone and avoid seeming condescending. The mesmer doesn’t respond to this repeated question, however, and with the tiniest of thoughtful frowns, Dhune is left standing for a moment. What was he supposed to do?
'Ask a stupid question, Dhuneir,' the sandy sylvari scolds himself mentally as a sigh passes his lips. Without further words, he steps forward once and then twice, pausing only to make sure Whyseir isn't about to change his mind suddenly and knock him onto his arse for trying. When the abuse doesn't happen, the corner of Dhune's lips tug into a hopeless sort of smile, and he gently wraps his arms around Whys' waist. The embrace is loose, more of an offer than an actual hug so that Whyseir has the option of breaking away from it at any time, but Dhuneir would be damned if he left the poor mesmer needing comfort without offering it.
Perhaps he was even a little selfish, because for as long as Whyseir stood there, Dhune rested his head lightly against Whyseir’s chest. “… It’ll be okay, Whys. You’ll see.”
((i’ll give you sorry not sorry after my heart stops crying
The young elementalist - truly a sapling by comparison to the mesmer, really - freezes in place and stares at his partner, mentor, master… Friend? It was so hard to place their relationship; like trying to play pin the tail on the dolyak except you had to find the tail while blindfolded and then try to pin it onto the paper animal. Whyseir’s words, sneered and angry as they were, cut deeply and Dhune wishes, in that moment, he had thought better of trying to comfort Whys from whatever bothered him.
"… Y-yes," he admits in a stammer, his tone shaky even as he slowly moves to stand straight. He holds his hands out to the sides, displaying that he had no intention of being a threat. "You could. You… you definitely could, Whyseir."
A brief pause, and a tense silence befalls the two sylvari and their surroundings. Not even the animals dare to break such silence, and if he’s honest, that doesn’t make Dhuneir feel any more confident. In the end, eyes still only for the pale mesmer before him, he meets Whyseir’s own gaze and forces himself not to flinch. There wasn’t any good way to diffuse this situation now, or at least, not in a way that wouldn’t partly challenge Whyseir to think about his actions in a way that could backfire spectacularly for poor Dhune.
"But do you want to?”
Am I looking forward to Halloween?
Am I looking forward to Halloween?
A̢̍͌ͥ̒ͣ̉̽ͪͭ͏̛̰͔̠M̷͙͒ͧ͆͌͋̍ ̶̫̲̓I̷̼̥͉ͧ̈́͊͆̅ͭͮ̋ ̲̰̫̭͋͌ͨ̄͋͂̀͠ͅL͙̬̖ͣ̐̒ͣ̓Ỏ̭͎̦̪̖̜̍ͥ̆͂ͩͥͣ̚O̢̢͎͔̱̜̅ͣ͛̽̏͐̅ͩK͂̇͂̐̓ͤ͜͏̝̤͓̭͚I̵̵̘̝̺͙̭͊͊͞N̶͇̮̝ͣ̎̕G̏͌͌͗͛̑͐̄ͮ͏͕̳͙ ̜͎͕̥̖̯͗̔̚̚͘͢͞F̥̲̗̣̪̹̩͔̟̓̉̊ͬ̎ͧ͡O͗ͪ̏ͦͮͯ͏̛̰̮͎̰̘R̼͓̱̱̱͋̓̀W̴̺̤͇͈̞̲̩̙̏̋̌͆̏ͥ̍́͡Ȧ̩̺̫̜͆͒͆̔͐̉̓ͨ̕͠R͈̞͖͕͎̻̈́̋̀̃̐͢D̜̞̻̣̗̠̩͖͈ͮ̌ͤ͆̎̀ ̥̣̺̰̄̾̌̃́Tͨ̒҉̘̼̪́O͐̾̅ͣ͏̮̺͝ ̟͔͉͓͇͔̉̀͌̅̑̈́ͥ̇̚Ȟ̷̹̯͉̠͍̣̰̯͌ͯ͟͝A̮̮̭͚͙͔̘ͧ̇̌͛L̸̨̰͈̯̮̘̖̮ͩ̑̆ͣ̌̊͜L̦̮̤̼̰̪̎́͒ͦ͊ͭ͋O̧̤̻͔̣̦͗͋͋͜͠W͖͍̫̦̖̮̜̺͗͌͋ͨ͆͛̅͊̑E̪͖̤͇ͫ̏ͧ̅̑̅ͩͨĖͧ̽ͯͣ̎̓҉͙̜͎̺̹̞͎͚̕͡N̷͚̪̠͓͈̗ͨ͗̿̿ͯ͜?̣̳͓͇̻̹̳̈́͑ͭ̅̏ͧ̍̔!
FOOLISH MORTAL I -AM- HALLOWEEN
((Don’t ask. Just embrace it))
Here comes the smoulder.