I just found an app called Type Story that looks really good!
It’s made by the same company that made the one I use (social maker) which is really fantastic and bug free, but it’s not available anymore unless you already had it downloaded.
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You can set up projects, create characters, organise the conversations in a project
Export the conversation as images or a script.
Or even play the conversation and screen record to make it into a video
Script pdf or image export
Image export
The free version has a watermark and a limit of 20 messages. It only costs $5 to get the full version (one time fee). Anyway, I hope someone finds this useful! It looks good and I’m probably going to switch to it 🤍
I also found it has two other types of posts you can create. One that mimics a Twitter post and one that is like an Insta story
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“—They’re going to FORCE you to marry Pansy??” Hermione exclaimed. “But she’s with Ginny!”
Malfoy took a drink of her pink cocktail, swaying slightly. “S’the contract.” He gave a loose shrug and she had to blink to bring him back into focus.
“That’s not fair!” Hermione gestured wildly at nothing, then in a moment of sudden brilliance snatched his wrist. “Come with me.”
“Why?” Malfoy pushed up from the table, following her obediently toward the exit.
She looked back, about to explain, when her
heel caught a floorboard & she flailed, stumbling forward. She would have gone down face first except Malfoy snagged her waist, hauling her back against him with such force that Hermione shrieked as her balance toppled in the opposite direction and they both tumbled into the bar.
Malfoy wears nothing but a towel low on his hips & she cannot move. She is frozen in front of the hotel window, tracking the droplet of water that curves in an obscene slide down his chest.
“Granger,” he says, amused. Has he noticed the wild flutter of her pulse in her throat?
It is involuntary, the quickening of her blood. As though her body anticipates things her mind knows are impossible. She has taken such pains to hide the way she responds to him, but how is she meant to resist the gravitational pull
when there is only one bed and they are trapped in this room for the night?
The droplet of water slides over his abdominals. She watches it veer left, disappearing into a shadowed divot where his muscles cave with a sharp breath.
8th yr dramione. Just after the graduation ceremony Draco watches Hermione prepare to leave with her friends. He has had all year, but now that time is nearly up he finds he can’t bring himself to let her walk away.
Draco grabs his wand from on top of his folded clothes, twirling it in his long fingers. “I’ll make it a wizard’s promise, if you’d like.”
Hermione pauses at that, catching her bottom lip in her teeth as she studies him.
“You’d do that?”
“Why not? I’ve nothing better to do this evening.” The wand spinning in his fingers stops and he gives it a lazy swirl. Golden light streams from the end, coiling around his wrists.
“I promise not to repeat any of the things Hermione Granger tells me this evening.”
He gives another swirl and the golden bands flash but don’t disappear. “Would you like to add the consequence?”