Hi, sorry to bother you, but I had a question from one Ibispaint user to another. What brushes do you use for your line art and coloring/rendering? Every time I try to look up something about different drawing brushes for this app specifically, I'm always given information on Procreate or ClipStudio, and it gets so annoying. Could you, if you don't mind, please help? πππ½
Hiii itβs always a pleasure to help a fellow ibis user !
For sketch/lineart my go to are this two cuties, the perereca one is more pencil like so I like it better to go with the flow and feels more like drawing traditional
Itβs also true I like to use the basic ones that come with the program for sketching or adding details when I want to experiment
And for coloring and render I ALWAYS use this one, itβs the loml
Percy Jackson, was the demigod that has fought monsters older than the actual civilization, stared down gods who could end him with a movement of hand, fell into the Tartarus and climbed back.
And none of that prepared him for you.
It's on a normal Wednesday afternoon, which feels unfair. Heβs leaning against the railing near Bethesda Terrace, the stone warm beneath his palms, watching sunlight ripple across the water, trying to remember the ocean.
New York hums around himβ distant sirens, a street musician tuning a guitar, tourists laughing loudlyβ and then you turn toward him, hair doing that thing it always does when the wind catches it.
Percy thinks, very plainly, that this is it.
Youβre talkingβ about normal stuff. A barista who spelled your name wrong. A dog you saw on the subway that looked like his owner. Percy laughs, because he always does when you talk, because somehow you make even the boring things feel amazing.
He realizes, distantly, that anyone with a heart would agree that it's soβ.
βWhy are you looking at me like that?β you ask, squinting a little, half-smiling while arching an eyebrow.
Percy blinks. He hadnβt meant to get caught. βLike what?β
βLike I'm saying something profound.β
βYou did,β he says automatically.
You snort. βI complained about oat milk.β
βExactly.β
You shake your head, amused, and start walking again. Percy falls into step beside you without thinking. He always does.
It's like gravity has decided youβre his center now.
Central Park stretches ahead of you, green and endless, a miracle squeezed between buildings that scrape the sky. Percyβs walked these paths his whole life, but walking them with you feels like discovering them for the first time. As if the cityβs been holding its breath, waiting for you to show up.
You brush your hair back, casual, unthinking. Percy notices the way your fingers move, the way you tuck it behind your ear like youβve done it a thousand times.
Today you did your hair in that style he loves, the one that makes him want to hug you and smell your shampoo while he dozes off.
Gods, heβs gone.
You stop near the water, leaning over the railing. βYou good, Seaweed Brain?β
βYeah,β Percy replies. Then, because he canβt help himself, βJust thinking.β
βUh-oh.β
He smiles. βThat bad, huh?β
βYou tend to overthink... Itβs kind of your thing!β
βRude.β
βAccurate.β
Percy watches the reflection of the city shimmer in the water, your reflection tangled up with it. He wantsβsuddenly, fiercelyβ to tell you everything. That you feel like fresh air after all the prophecies he's lived. That being with you makes him feel normal like heβs just a boy from New York. That loving you is the easiest thing he has ever done.
But he doesnβt say it.
Saturday nights in New York have a rhythm Percy knows by heart.
They smell like hot pavement and garlic knots, grease-stained cardboard boxes folded under one arm. They sound like distant traffic and laughter leaking out of open windows, like music thumping through walls that are way thin. They feel alive, anything could happen.
And now, he can use those nights to be with you.
Tonight, itβs just you, perched on the edge of his couch, cross-legged, holding a slice of pizza like itβs sacred.
βThis place shouldnβt be allowed to exist,β you say while munching. βItβs sooo good.β
Percy grins around his own bite. βI told you. Best pizza within a five-block radius.β
βYou say that about every place.β
βBecause I only speak the truth.β
You roll your eyes, but youβre smiling, and Percy feels it againβ that quiet, overwhelming sense that this is exactly where heβs supposed to be.
There's no monsters, no quests and not a sinking prophecy breathing on his neck. Just you, and pizza, and the city sounds outside the windows.
That recurring thought comes back to him once again.
βAnyone with a heart would agree,β he thinks, watching the way you lean back, content, hair falling messily over your shoulder.
Falling in love with you is so easy.
At some point, the music from the apartment downstairs drifts up through the floorβ something smooth, warm, a little romantic. Percy doesnβt know the song, but it fits anyway. Like it knows whatβs happening before he does.
βYou wanna go up?β he asks suddenly, nodding toward the door.
βThe roof?β
βYeah. Itβs a good night.β
You hesitate only a second before nodding. βOkay, but let me use your hoodie.β
The city greets you when you step outside. The air is cooler up here, carrying that late-summer almost-fall weather. The skyline stretches out, all glowing windows, people walking through the streets to go back home or to party.
You walk to the edge, resting your arms on the low wall. Percy stands beside you, so close he can feel your warmth without touching.
βGod,β you murmur. βIβll never get used to this.β
The wind plays with your hair again, and Percy thinks that you are fresh air, something clean and good in a world thatβs always asking too much of him. You laugh softly at something on the street below, and Percyβs chest tightens.
βPerfect mix,β he thinks. βSaturday night and..β something more. Something lasting.
He swallows. You're right about him being an overthinker king. This is the part where the thought creeps in, uninvited but persistent.
Sheβs mortal.
It lands heavy, like a big stone dropped into calm water.
You donβt know about monsters or gods or the way the world can go to shit without your eyes being able to see reality. You deserve mornings that arenβt haunted by his nightmares, a life where danger doesnβt lurk. Someone normal.
Percy steps back an inch without meaning to.
You notice immediately, turning to look at him.
βHey,β you say quietly. βWhat just happened in your head?β
He exhales a laugh that isnβt really one. βDo I really make it that obvious?β
βUnfortunately, yes.β
He rubs the back of his neck, staring out at the city now, like it might give him answers. βI justβ sometimes I think aboutβ¦ whether Iβm the right person to be standing here with you.β
Your brow furrows. βPercy.β
βYou deserve a normal life,β he says, the words tumbling out before he can stop. βSomeone who doesnβt come withβ¦ complications. You knowβ my ADHD andββ
Well, all that demigod part. But before he can talk more you speak.
βDo I look unhappy?β
βNo,β he says immediately, his eyes back to you.
βDo I look like Iβm missing something?β
βNo.β
βThen donβt decide for me,β you say gently. βOkay?β
Percyβs breath stutters. The city keeps moving behind youβ cars threading light through the streets, music floating up from somewhere belowβ but the moment narrows until itβs just the two of you and the space between your words.
βOkay,β he says, softer than he means to.
You donβt smile right away. Instead, you step closer. Close enough that he can feel your warmth once again, close enough that his hands curl uselessly at his sides, unsure if heβs allowed.
Then you lift your hands.
Your palms cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing lightly along his jaw, and Percy forgetsβ brieflyβ how to breathe. Your touch is careful, but certain. Like you know exactly what youβre doing.
Because youβve decided.
He looks at you, eyes wide, and you lean in making your foreheads almost touch.
βThis,β you murmur, voice barely there, βdoesnβt feel complicated.β
And then you kiss him.
Itβs unhurried and intentional. Your lips press against his, giving him time to catch up, like youβre letting him know this isnβt something that needs to be earned or fought for. Percyβs hands come up instinctively, resting at your waist, grounding himself in the reality of you.
The city fades. You're so warm.
It's just the soft exhale you let out against his mouth, the way your thumbs stroke his skin in that familiar way you always do.
When you pull back, you stay closeβ still holding his face, smiling like youβve just proved a point.
βSee?β you say quietly. βNormal.β
Percy lets out a breathy laugh, forehead dropping to yours. βYeah,β he says, voice warm and a little stunned. βYeah, I guess it is.β
You laugh too, soft and close, and he feels it in his chest more than he hears it. The music from below drifts up again, the night itself is rooting for you.
Percy squeezes you a little closer, heart full in a way that doesnβt hurt at all.
If this is what normal feels like, he thinksβ
heβs more than okay with it.
You're the perfect mix of Saturday nights and the rest of his life. The girl of his dreams.
Percy melts the moment the kiss registers in his head.
At first, thereβs surprise, not because he doesnβt want it ! But because he thinks: "Omg!! I'm a lucky guy". Your lips meet his and itβs like his entire nervous system sighs in relief. His posture softens immediately, like heβs been carrying something heavy and just set it down. His hands don't even hesitate for half a secondβ settling on you happily.
He kisses back instinctively, warmly, the affection for you is muscle memory by now. He leans into you without thinking, eyes closed in an instant, head tilting. You can feel the way his breath gets slower.
And the melting part?
Itβs in the way he forgets everything else. The way his thumb absently rubs at your side, not trying to be impressive, just present. The way he smiles into the kiss like he canβt help it.
When you pull away, he doesnβt open his eyes right away. He rests his forehead against yours, grinning, cheeks faintly flushed and then he gives you little pecks.
If this were to be posted on TikTok, the comments would be ruthless: βOH HE FOLDED.β
And Percy would watch it later with you, laughing and pretending not to notice how true it is.
Jason already thinks something is up the moment you get that look with your big smile too innocent. And then you reach for him like youβre about to tickle him β which immediately puts him on alert, he closes his arms and grips your wrists as he gently but firmly stops you.
βWhy are you doing that?β
He doesnβt know itβs a trend. He just knows he doesn't like getting tickled and heβs trying to figure out what kind of trap this is.
So when you lean in instead and kiss him, it catches him completely off guard.
The suspicion evaporates, replaced by startled warmth. His grip loosens instantly, hand sliding from your wrist to your side and he kisses back a beat late, like he had to recalibrate and then, pfft, Gods, he wants it.
The kiss deepens. Jason leans in with intensity, like heβs trying to pour everything he didnβt say into the contact. His hand stays firm at your waist but you can feel how badly he wants to pull you closer, how much he loves kissing you.
And then the camera exists again.
He pulls back just a fraction, cheeks warm, eyes flicking around, suddenly remembering the recording object. His expression is a mix of flustered and confused like heβs still processing how he went from βare you about to tickle me?β to this.
Later, when you show him the video and explain itβs a trend, he just stares at the screen, mortified.
ββ¦People are going to see that?β
On TikTok, the comments would eat him alive:
βHE WANTED TO GO BACK IN.βor βWhy did he look mad at the camera?β
Luke does not hesitate when you kiss him and for sure he does not behave.
The second your lips are over his, heβs already responding, not politely at all. His hand comes to you like it belongs there, confident and certain, fingers settling at your hip or your lower back with no apology. Thereβs no pause to it and kinda kisses you like the camera isnβt even real.
And the melt? Immediate but not in a soft.
Luke melts forward. The kiss deepens fast, his body angling into yours, a bit overwhelming even. He adjusts instinctively, stepping closer, guiding you with a subtle pressure like heβs forgotten this was meant to be a quick, playful thing.
If thereβs a height difference, he uses it without thinking; lifting you off the ground, hands on your ass.
When you pull away, he looks amused, breath slightly heavier, eyes pleased like heβs just realized he gave the internet far more than asked for. Thereβs a crooked smile as if to say, 'yeah, and Iβd do it again'.
On TikTok, the comments would be:
βYO' MAN WAS HUNGRY.ββHELLO?? THE PICK HER UP??β
Leo collapses into the kiss, would say it's crazy but, what are we expecting from the Leo Valdez?
There is no suspicion, the moment you step close and lift your hands to his cheeks, heβs already laughing, already leaning in and already halfway gone. He doesnβt think why is this happening?β he thinks 'Oh! This!! This is good' .
So when you kiss him, itβs instant response.
There's no delay between contact and reaction. His hands come up immediately, warm and sure, one at your back, one curling into your clothes as the kiss fucks up his brain chemestry. He kisses back eagerly, with that soft desperation that comes from wanting something badly and not pretending otherwise.
His posture folds toward you, quite literally forgets about personal space entirely, smiles into the kiss because he canβt help it. And if you pull back too soon, he follows without thinking, eyes still closed for half a second.
If this were on TikTok, the comments would be unanimous for once:
βTHAT WAS IMMEDIATE.β or βHE DIDNβT EVEN TRY.β
Will is so comfy about all this is low-key heart warming.
When you kiss him, thereβs no big reaction. He just smiles into it, so warm, like this is exactly where heβs supposed to be. His lips respond softly, without urgency. Thereβs a calm affection in the way he kisses you, something reassuring.
His hands rest on you gently just holding, he wants you close but doesnβt need to prove it. He leans in enough to stay connected, enough to feel you there, but never overwhelming. The melt is in the way shoulders relax, his breath gets slower and there's that faint hum of contentment you can feel in your heart.
If thereβs a camera, he doesnβt care and if there isnβt, itβs the same.
When you pull back, he keeps smiling so stupidly fond. He might brush his thumb over your cheek afterward, a normal gesture he does like second nature.
On TikTok, the comments would be so sweet-tooth:
βWhy does he look so safe to be with?β or βThatβs a comfort person.β
The angle you have your phone in and the way you step to close your arms around his neck. He grins like heβs already won, eyebrows lifting as if to say 'oh, how cute.' He leans back a fraction, hands up in mock surrender, fully playing to the camera.
βNope,β he says, smiling wide. βI know this one.β
If you lean in, he dodges just barelyβ not enough to escape, bur enough to be a little tease. He laughs, light and cocky, clearly enjoying the delay, clearly determined not to be the first one to crack. He wants the suspense and the audience to think heβs immune!!
But he can't stop looking at the tiny pout over your lips.
When you finally catch him and your lips brush his for real he freezes for a half-second, his body forgetting to stick to the script. He tries to keep it playful, tries to kiss back lightly, like 'yeah, whatever, no big deal'.
And then your hand is caressing the scalp in the back of his neck just to make him lose it.
His hands come to you, pulling you inβ he's done playing with you now! The kiss deepens with enthusiasm replacing teasing. He leans into you fully, hungry for affection energy that feels less like melting and more like he's close to taking you to bed.
When you pull back, heβs grinning with uneven breath, eyes bright, heβs proud of himself for lasting as long as he did. After all you are the love of his life !
βOkay,β he says, nodding once. βWorth it.β
On camera, itβs painfully obvious:
How he tried to dodge, and how he folded anyway, forgetting this was supposed to be a joke to his pretty girl.
The comments would be:
βWHY DID HE TRY TO FIGHT IT.β or βHe held out for a whole THREE SECONDS.β
He notices the phone, sure β heβs not oblivious β but he doesnβt immediately jump to thinking it's a trend. He just raises an eyebrow, gives you that knowing look, heβs waiting to see what youβre about to try.
If you step closer, he doesnβt move away.
If Connor plays to the camera, Travis ignores it entirely; his attention stays on you, only you.
When you kiss him, the reaction is almost instant but still restrained.
He exhales softly into the kiss, shoulders loosening. His lips respond gently at first, slow and unhurried, like heβs savoring it rather than rushing toward anything. One hand comes up to rest at your waist or your back.
The longer the kiss lasts, the more obvious it becomes. He leans in gradually, closing the distance bit by bit, like he doesnβt even realize heβs doing it. His thumb traces a small, absent-minded motion where heβs holding you, something unconscious and intimate, his body is speaking as his mouth does.
When you pull back, he doesnβt chase more but he doesnβt step away either.
He stays close, forehead nearly touching yours, eyes soft, mouth curved in the faintest smile like heβs amused at himself.
The comments would be perceptive rather than feral:
βWait why was that actually tender.β or βHe didnβt melt fast, but oh boy was giving it all.β
blakekathryn
germansingergirl
prguitarman
romaincrisis
janainaart
vaporwave
turnnoffyourmind
dailybridgerton
