So I have to say that the texture on your art is just *chef's kiss* and I have to 100% ask what brushes you use cause whatever it is just makes me wanna chomp your art it's so good.
Thank you (and sorry for the VERY late reply)!!
So, when I was still using Photoshop, my main inking brush was Stumpy Pencil from here: https://stumpypencil.blogspot.com/2009/11/return-of-stumpy-pencil.html I use the Pencil: Stumpy 6 pt. for basically everything. :P
As for color and texture, I BELIEVE most of my brushes came from Charlie Bowater (free, here: https://charliebowater.gumroad.com/l/BoiJD) and Kyle T. Webster (uuuuh I'm not sure which set exactly anymore, though I've had good experience with everything I've used so a good ol' Google search should get you pointed in the right direction)! There are a few others as well, I think, but I've just been transferring all my brushes from install to install and I nnnnno longer recall from whom they came, I'm so sorry 😢Maybe Algenpfleger?
These days, I use Clip Studio primarily, so it's a different story--I've had to make a few myself (I had to recreate Stumpy Pencil, for instance, to my endless sorrow), and I'm not sssure how to share those or if I even can in a couple cases since I was grabbing old brush shapes, but I have gotten these brushes from the Clip Studio Assets, and I've messed around with most of these and liked them!
Hope that helps! 🖤
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During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.
this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.
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Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?
🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.
⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."
📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.
🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.
❤️🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."
💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.
🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.
✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.
🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.
🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."
🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.
🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"
🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?
🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.
🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."
🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.
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|| @maskednihilism kinda cont. .from [X]
In the depths of a secret underground lab tucked away on one of the small, unnamed islands in the sea on the Luofu the Disciples of Scantus Medicus were making strides on their latest project.
The Ravager Phantylia's plan may have fallen through but it wasn't for naught and the Disciples could reap some benefits from the failure. With the Disciples now on the run and their numbers scarce after the failure they needed something to interfere with the Luofu's operations so they could regain their footing. An attack on the Alchemy Commission in the middle of the night was launched with one goal: to capture the man who was the biggest obstacle in their plans; General Jing Yuan. A few healers were harmed in the attack, not that it was of any consequence to the Disciples.
And now they had made much progress with the Cloud Knight General. The power of the Destruction that Phantylia had forced into him fought for control of its host despite the connection being severed. There just needed to be a little something more.
Over the weeks following the General's disappearance they experimented with force-feeding him Mara-inducing medicinal pellets. It made the General temporarily Mara-struck but the Destruction didn't react with the procedure. It wasn't what the Disciples needed.
Gradual liquid injections worked much better. And unlike the pellets the effect interacted with the Destruction in the General in a very unique way. It made the General moldable and easy to condition but not completely Mara-struck and mindless. Yes, they could work with this.
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Jing Yuan was too weak to speak, nor even take in much of his surroundings. A dimly lit room. Cold. His arms ached and burned.
The General could barely move. He was suspended in the air by chains and shackles on his wrists and ankles. But even his head felt too heavy to hold up. His normally light hair was a dark gray with grime and dust. Dried splotches of blood decorated it, though whether it was his or someone else's was a mystery.
How long had he been here? It was all a blur. But not from falling asleep--no seldom was he granted solace from this mess by sleep. Hazy fits of rage and combat he couldn't quite remember interrupted the times when he was fully conscious of what was going on.
Each breath he took shot pain through his lungs where Cloud Piercer had gone through him. The Fragmentum corrosion had spread across most of his torso from the wound. He couldn't see it under his battered and bloodstained tunic even without his darker-toned armor, but he could feel it. Spreading across him like a plague. But no matter how much he thrashed he couldn't get free. So instead he hung there, taking shallow breaths to lessen the daggers of pain that shot through his lungs with every inhale.
"One more dose and things will be complete," the leader of this crew said.
Another member acknowledged the statement before affixing another liquid dose to the IV hooked into the General's arm. The Disciples had nothing to fear out here in the middle of nowhere. No one would be able to find the underground base and get past all the locked doors and surviving members operating out of it. No one, except for one thief.
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