Hi! Can I ask you what resolution do you use for your drawings? I use the standard A4 pixels recommended by krita but my drawings look always low quality when I try to look at the details. Have a nice day!
I usually use the design templates (mostly A4) as point of departure as well, though double or triple it's size under "Scale to new size" or "Resize canvas" depending on whether I already sketched out my idea or not.
So what I most of the time end up using, is a canvas of 4960,00/7016,00 px (and a scale of 4960/7016 px) or my preferred size of 7440.00/10524.00 px (and a scale of 7441/10524 px) for extra nice clear lines ^-^b.
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How about AK Jon and Ed with the prompt "waking up at the hospital", please?
(This doesn’t fill the prompt guideline, but I like the idea so I’ll write somethin’ for it.)
Jonathan flickers into consciousness, the fluorescent bulbs of Gotham General slowly but surely lighting his imperfect vision. He sees a seated, sleeping Edward at his bedside, arms crossed and hunched over himself, his mouth pulled into a thin frown even in slumber. Jonathan begins to move towards him, but cold metal restraints at his wrists clack against the structure of his hospital bed instead; he notices a matching pair shackle Edward, who stirs from the commotion.
“Jon…! I- I thought I could handle it,” a now-awake Edward sputters, his mind immediately switching to ON, “but then I saw all your medications and your chemicals, all those fucking chemicals that you pump yourself full of, and--” Edward balls his hands into tight fists, poorly attempting to conceal the obvious strain in his voice. “I’ll get us out of this.”
Hi! Have you read the manbat series? I honestly liked Jonathan's interpretation a lot. He's deranged, he's manipulative, he doesn't give a fuck about pain and danger, he calls out batman's toxic masculinity, he speaks like Scarecrow is a different person that is trying to keep him calm and focused and he wears an Hawaiian lei! I really enjoyed him!
Yeah, as of today (June 1st--asked are queued a few days ahead) I finally found Man-Bat 5 online, and read it. I really loved his speech patterns and his outfit! It was super creative for a sideline story, and I really enjoyed his characterization.
“And this is the break room,” Aaron said, gesturing to the empty guard break room. “We’ve got a fridge, coffee maker, and a TV that gets basic cable, so we can watch the games on break.” The new guy, Billy Tester, nodded along, though Aaron noted he still seemed jumpy. He couldn’t blame him. After a class-action lawsuit last year, Arkham had been forced to disclose mortality rates for the guards. They’d had staffing issues ever since. “Any questions?”
“Yeah,” Tester gulped. “What kind of guns do we carry?”
“Semi-automatics,” Aaron answered. “We also carry tasers, billy clubs, and pepper spray. We hope we don’t have to use-” Aaron was cut off by the blaring of the Asylum alarm. “Aw, Hell.”
Tester paled. “Is that a drill? Please tell me that’s a drill.”
“No,” Aaron sighed. “One of the patients is out of their cell. Hold on, I got to check-in.” He pulled his walkie-talkie off of his belt clip and pressed the side button. “This is Aaron Cash. I’m in the break room. What’s going on?”
“Cash, it’s Bolton. Crane escaped from his session and disappeared somewhere in Intensive Treatment.”
Aaron shut his eyes and groaned. “Goddammit. Alright, I’m headin’ there now.” He put his walkie back on his belt and looked over his shoulder towards a shaking Tester. “Come on, let’s go. We’ve got a Scarecrow to find.”
“Scarecrow?” Tester squeaked. “Are we going to get guns?”
“No. We’re going to the utility closet. I need to get a broom.”
Ten minutes later, Aaron was walking down the corridor that led from Intensive Treatment to Arkham’s main transport center, carrying a broom in his left hand. “Cash,” Tester said behind him, shaking like a leaf. “Why do you have a broom?”
“You’ll see,” Aaron answered. He stopped when he heard a skittering noise just above him. His eyes narrowed. He swung the broom as hard as he could at the ceiling above him. A louder skittering noise ensued. “Son of a bitch is in the vents!”
“In the vents?” Tester asked, his eyes wide. “The patients can fit in the vents?”
“Crane can,” Aaron said. He followed the skittering noise to a grate. “Get over here and help me get this open!” Tester followed him and together, they pulled the grate loose. Cash reached his left arm in as far as it would go and made contact with a bony ankle. “Got ya! Get on out of there Spooky!” He pulled back hard, Tester pulling on his right arm, and within seconds, Crane came flying out of the vent.
“Unhand me!” the man said as soon as he hit the floor.
Aaron turned and his attention was drawn to Crane’s pants...or rather, his lack of them. “Jesus Christ!”
“Why is he half-naked?” Tester shrieked.
“I don’t even want to know,” Aaron grumbled. He turned Crane around and pinned his arms behind his back.
“My pants got snagged when I went into the vent and ripped. I was forced to abandon them, now release me!” Crane shouted again. “This is assault!”
“Me having to look at your boney ass is assault,” Aaron said, forcing him to his feet and forcing himself not to cringe at the sight of Crane’s...lower half. “Come on, Spooky, time for your walk of shame.”
Aaron marched Crane back down Intensive Treatment, ignoring the hoots and hollers of the other patients, the fact that Tester was looking down at his feet, and the exaggerated disgusted cries of the guards. Joker, upon seeing Crane, threw his head back and laughed. Nigma made a disgusted shudder. “Jesus, Jonathan, a little trim wouldn’t go amiss.”
“Shut your mouth Edward,” Crane snapped. “Not all of us are vain enough to spend our time shaving our ginger pubic hair into the shape of a question mark.”
Aaron wanted to throw up at the mental image. “That’s enough out of the both of you. You’ve embarrassed us all enough for one day, Crane.”
Crane merely cackled. “Speak for yourself, Cash.” Aaron didn’t get paid enough to deal with this.
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Hi! I re read your puzzles and phobias series and I really enjoyed it. Nice work! I like how you write the rogues. I hope you're feeling better!
Thanks, love! I went through the whole thing recently and gave it a wee spruce up so I hope it was a little bit improved from your last read!
I love all my rogues equally and I have a huge soft spot for that series since it gave me the chance to write for so many of them and get and get feel for their different voices and vibes.
