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atlabeth · 3 years

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fever - sokka x reader

this has been sitting in my drafts half finished for 3 weeks so i thot it was prime time i actually finished it

this is kinda based off the song w dua lipa and angele so you can listen to that if you want

summary: sokka's convinced there's a mystery illness keeping you from focusing, but somehow he's completely oblivious that the only 'sick' you are is lovesick, and he's the reason you can't focus.

a/n: i have never written a sickfic. but this is like. a fake sick fic. its an idiots in love fic. i mean this is coming from mr "is he taller than me? is he better looking?" himself so. it makes sense. as usual, this is not proofread bc im a lazy mf

also im sorry for being vague with the calc but i was NOT about to do math during summer who do you think i am? ??

wc: 1.7k

warning(s): mentions of being sick and 🤢calculus 🤮 but otherwise tooth rotting fluff

How could the smartest man you knew be so, so incredibly stupid?

You thought that you were being obvious, so obviously that you were sure he knew. It was embarrassing how obvious you were.

You had met Sokka in your calculus class at the start of the new semester after you ended up sitting next to each other, and it wasn’t a stretch to say that you were immediately smitten. With eyes like the ocean and a face that had to have been crafted by the gods, you were almost too distracted to respond when he asked you for a pencil. But when he winked at you after giving his thanks, it only solidified what you had already suspected: you had known this man for all of five minutes, and you already had a crush on him.

Little did you know, it was going to turn into the most infuriating crush you had ever experienced.

You and Sokka became fast friends even though calculus was the only class you had together. Unfortunately, it was also something that you completely sucked at. Bad news, it was required for your major. Good news, Sokka was some sort of genius and offered to tutor you — Wednesdays in the library turned into a weekly occasion, and served as an opening for your calculus skills, your feelings for Sokka, and your exasperation to all grow stronger.

You normally weren’t someone to beat around the bush. If you started to like someone, you told them and dealt with whatever happened after, but something about Sokka just kept you from spilling your feelings outright. You knew that if he didn’t feel the same way, your relationship likely wouldn’t change, but there was still that tiny voice that said it’s better to stay like this in case things do go wrong — and this was the first time you listened to that voice. You simply valued your friendship too much.

But that didn’t mean you were going to be completely quiet about it — you hoped that if you did enough, he would be able to realize you liked him and do the whole process for you. A bit of a dim hope, but crushes make people do stupid things.

Things like bringing an extra coffee to every session, laughing at all his jokes (even the bad ones), sitting a little closer to him than usual, not dropping out of this wretched class so you could spend time together (it might’ve been required, but you still counted it). He didn’t make a point to object to anything, so you knew you weren’t making him uncomfortable — but you had concluded after nearly a whole semester of working and studying together that he was the most oblivious person in all of Ba Sing Se. He could teach you all kinds of formulas, but had no idea that you liked him. Grand.

Today was arguably the most important session out of any of them, seeing as your next class was the final, so it was only fitting that Sokka unknowingly made himself more interesting than any material you could’ve been working with. His arms were going to be the death of both you and your calc grade. You swore that the heat rushing to your cheeks was actually emanating off of you.

“Hey, Y/N!” Sokka grinned as he saw you and raised a hand in greeting, a sentiment you would’ve returned had it not been for the coffee cups in your hands. You settled for mirroring his grin and settled down in the seat across from him. You slid his coffee cup over, set your own down, then shrugged your bag off all before taking a seat.

“You ready to study ‘till your eyes bleed?” he asked, prompting a nervous laugh from you.

“You jest, but my eyes might actually start bleeding depending on how long we go,” you sighed. “There’s a reason I got an extra shot of espresso today.”

“Come on — by now you should know that you have nothing to worry about! I am the best teacher there is, and you got me all to yourself.”

Your eyes widened momentarily and you coughed, purposefully averting your gaze to give yourself some time to recover. Okay, he was going to make it really hard to focus today. “Let’s just get into it.”

He nodded and flipped open his notebook, beginning to talk as he rifled through his bag for a few extra things. “Okay, we’re just gonna start with going over the basics, then we’ll work our way up. There’s a couple practice problems on that page, so you can go ahead and answer those as a warmup.

You slid the notebook over in front of you and after approximately five seconds of looking at the first problem, found yourself studying Sokka rather than the material. Who could blame you? In the battle of cute tutor boy versus calculus, he was going to win every time.

He turned around and you immediately averted your eyes once again, trying to appear extremely involved, but you found that your mind was empty on anything to do with math. “Hey, uh— how do you do this first one? I’m totally blanking here.”

“We use limits in everything — this is actually something you’re really good at!” He studied you intensely and frowned. “Are you okay? Like, you’re not sick or anything, are you? You seem kinda out of it.”

You choked out a laugh and shook your head. “No, no — I’m fine. I guess I’m just a little tired.” As if to demonstrate your lie, you took a sip from your coffee and cringed internally. Love had turned you into an idiot.

He seemed to buy it as he nodded and picked up the pencil, scribbling a couple of notes as he explained the first problem to you. “Does that make sense?” You nodded and he handed the pencil back to you. “Okay — the other ones follow the same kind of process. It should be easy enough.”

You managed to get a little further in the second problem, but your lovestruck mind would not stop focusing back on Sokka every time you tried to do, well, anything. Curse him and his perfect arms, and eyes, and hairstyle, and everything.

You shook your head and set the pencil down once more, letting loose a frustrated sigh. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” Yes, you did. “I just can’t focus at all.” Because of you. You picked up your cup once more and took a sip, hoping it would do something to get you back into the math state of mind.

Sokka frowned once more as he put the back of his hand against your forehead. “God, you’re hot.” You nearly choked on your coffee as your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets — he had to know what he was doing by now — how could he not? “Like, you’re completely burning up. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, I swear— I just…” you set your cup down on the table and heaved a sigh that was a touch more exasperated than necessary. “Are you telling me you seriously haven’t noticed? Like, not a single thing this whole year?”

“I’ve noticed a lot of things this year,” he chuckled. “It’s kind of our whole job, so you’re gonna have to be a lot more specific.”

You finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Sokka, I’m not— I’m not sick! Haven’t you noticed that I’m only ever flustered, or running into things, or forgetting info, or— or just a complete idiot when I’m around you? I like you, like, a lot, and I have for an embarrassingly long time! The reason I can’t focus is because I am hopelessly attracted to you in every single way.”

His brows creased for a moment and you clamped your mouth shut, worried that you had just ruined everything. It was only after a pause that felt like a century that he finally responded, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Well, why didn’t you just say something?”

You stared at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted in pure surprise before the annoyance set in. You set your jaw as your brows furrowed and you hit him lightly on the side of his arm with the back of your palm. “You can’t be serious! You— you’ve gotta be messing with me by now. I really can’t believe that you can be that smart but this oblivious!”

He finally let the grin play across his lips in full force and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, I don’t know how you don’t expect me to mess with you when you scrunch up your face all cute like that every time you get mad. Besides, I started liking you after that fifth class; I offered to help you out so I could spend more time with you! I didn’t realize you felt the same way. I kinda just enjoyed the free coffee and getting to look at you all the time.”

“I can’t believe you!” you cried as you hit his other arm. “You’re telling me that I had to deal with this- this mental turmoil about whether you liked me back, while you were just enjoying the free eye candy and coffee the whole time?”

“You have nothing to worry about! I enjoyed the company far more than the coffee,” he joked, a certain twinkle in his eye. “But, you are probably out a couple twenties after all of that. So, what do you say about this Saturday, the cafe by the shoe store? My treat.”

“Damn right it’s your treat,” you shot back, though you couldn’t stop the smile forming on your face. “You owe me a lot — you have to make up for those coffees and all the emotional distress you caused.”

“Oh, I think I’ll have plenty of time to make up for lost time. After all, we do have a lot of coffee dates to get through.” And when he winked at you just like that first day, you remembered just how impossible it was to be angry at Sokka. “But first, we kinda have to get through this study date. The final’s still happening tomorrow.”

You responded with a raised brow. “This is a study date?”

Sokka shrugged and grinned. “They’ve all been study dates. You just didn’t know it.”

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mikasplay-blog · 3 years

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Doodles of Mine

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura

Relationship: Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Just soft shiggy 🥺

*My asks and requests are open! Feel free to send me a prompt*

Summary: You never knew that Shigaraki doodles in his spare time.

You never knew that Shigaraki liked to draw. In fact, you’re absolutely certain you weren’t supposed to know that he liked to.

You had seen his doodles in passing when you left the grocery bag of new clothes on his bed earlier that week. Compress and you needed to make a run for new apparel after a rather risky side quest your leader and his goons went on. Toga’s favroite sweater came back littered with blood and rips too big for your seamstress skills to cover up. It wasn’t like you weren’t used to removing blood stains, but the tears in the fabric were too large to repair. The same was said for the rest of the group.

You knew Shigaraki fairly well at this point. The league was your family now, and Tomura and you had grown fairly close within the nine months you’ve been at the hideout. He often took comfort in your companionship most nights. Whether it was you silently scrolling on your phone while he played his favorite MMO, or if it was eating your home cooked meals and watching YouTube together. Needless to say, Shigaraki let down his guard for you. And only you.

As you gently set the bag of clothes down onto his bed, you noticed a stack of papers litering over his keyboard. It wasn’t unusual that Shigaraki had scattered papers on his desk, but never on his PC set up. Like the curious cat you were, you pondered over to the desk and peeked over his gaming chair. They were....doodles? Sure, there were some documents and coordinates littered in the mix, but most of the stack consisted of little sketches and drawings.

They weren’t professional by any means, but gods were they cute! Little sketches of miscellaneous things littered the papers. One wrinkled page held a small scene of aliens. They were circled around a spaceship, some with little mini blasters and others with helmets on. The next page you shuffled through had Minecraft mobs drawn lazily across it. There was mostly creepers, his favorite mob, littered with a blaze and what looked to be a squid. It made you chuckle to yourself.

You were about to retreat from his room when you noticed another page peeking out towards the bottom of the pile. After looking around the room to ensure no one would catch you, you gently tugged the sheet from the bottom. Your breath caught in your throat from the surprise of seeing the sketch. It was still a doodle, no major details really, but it pulled at your heart nonetheless. It was a little girl, and a dog. You were surprised to recognize the breed-a corgi. You knew Shigaraki liked dogs, he had about ten of them on your shared Minecraft world. But it wasn’t the dog that caught you, it was the little girl. She seemed so special, so innocent, and there were flowers doodled here and there on the page. You shouldn’t be seeing this, it felt wrong. Quietly, you shoved the paper under the stack where you had found it, and tiptoed from his room.

That drawing had touched you for the rest of the week. You found yourself thinking about it when you weren’t busy. Sitting at the bar, listening to Spinner and Toga argue, or wordlessly shuffling to the kitchen for your off brand morning coffee.

You had offered to bring your switch into Shigaraki’s room that night after pizza. The two of you were planning on raiding the nether fortress in your shared Minecraft world. You didn’t even bother knocking when you went to visit him around 10:30 that night. You never did, and he never seemed to mind either. But you paused with your console when you noticed he was hunched over his gaming chair with a hand delicately wrapped around a pencil.

“Heya Shiggy, what’cha doin?” You called out above the idle gaming music playing on his paused monitor.

“Hrm” He grunted wordlessly while his left leg bounced below his desk in a steady rhythm.

You took that as an invitation to shut the door and shuffle over to him. Once you set your switch down on an empty part of his desk, you looked over the back of his desk chair curiously. Like before, he was doodling. It was a cute little face of a monster. Nothing identifyable, just something he could do to pass the time.

You giggled at the horns and sharp teeth he gave it, along with menacing claws and grizzly hair.

“It’s so cute” you hummed and he grunted once more.

The two of you had begun playing on your shared world. You weren’t sure how many hours had passed but the rest of the house seemed quiet. You couldn’t hear the creaking of footsteps or rumbling of voices throughout the base anymore. The two of you had already left the Nether and started building in your shared base. You were working on finishing the barn for your horses and cattle, while Shigaraki was terraforming the land outside. It was quiet, but neither of you ever minded that. You were both content with keeping each other company. Even if that meant it was silent.

“I had a sister once, y’know.” He spoke out over the soft piano in the background of the game. You and your avatar paused, and the grip on your console seemed to loosen ever so slightly. Shigaraki never mentioned his past, or eluded to the fact that he had a family. You figured they were out of the picture, or even dead.

“Yeah?” You asked breathlessly.

He nodded in return.

You spared a moment of your shock to glance at him. Father had been long since removed from his face, and he stared emptily at his screen. You wondered what was going through that head of his.

“What was she like?” You asked.

Shigaraki’s controller fell into his lap, and he blinked. Once. Twice.

“I don’t really remember, actually. She...” He paused. “She was shorter than me. She had pretty eyes, I think. I can’t remember her name. But she was good. Yeah.” He replied. You didn’t think it was your place to say anything. And he probably wouldn’t want you to either. So you simply looked at him. His eyelashes fluttered momentarily and his eyes were pinned to the floor now. No doubt lost in thought. He was a strange, broken man, but he allowed himself to open up around you. Even if it wasn’t much, you cherished the moments that he did allow himself to be vulnerable in.

Another week had passed since that day he spoke of his sister to you. It too, had played in your head on repeat. He was so soft in moments like those, it made you want to hug him, and let his fading memories pour out to you. But you knew he would only come to you when he was ready to. He was like a cat in that way. He needed his space, and if you respected it, the reward was worth the wait.

This time, after a crappy order of takeout curry, the two of you were playing Smash Brothers on your Switch. You liked bringing your handheld into his room because it meant the two of you could play games together in the same space. Sure, you both played more intense games on your respective PCs, but that meant you both had to stay in your own rooms. Shigaraki never minded your company, and you cherished his. So it worked out for the both of you.

You noticed by chance out of the corner of your eye, more crumbled up papers at his desk. Shigaraki was involved with a NPC match, while you silently watched. It was more of a warmup match than anything, but you knew Shigaraki would kick your ass when you finally decided to play against each other. However, once his round was finished, you decided to take a chance and speak up.

“What’re these?” Curiosity filled your tone as you pointed to the crinkled papers. Tomura glanced at you and then the pile of loose paper littering his desk.

“Doodles.” He hummed and set his switch down to the left of his keyboard. Your eyes lit up with excitement as he picked up one of the warn out papers in his hand. “I do it when I’m bored or whatever.” He groused out and flattened the paper out.

Your eyes noticed the flowers first. They were scattered here and there, some scratched out, some fading from eraser marks. Then, in the middle, that little girl again. She looked the same, all cartoony and sketchy. But she still pulled on something buried in your chest.

“She liked flowers. I remember that.” He said when your eyes curiously looked to him. You took in a sharp breath at the softness gazing back at you. A look you rarely ever got to see with his aloof personality. He looked away and back towards his drawing. It took a moment before he spoke again. “That’s what I remember the most. She was always picking flowers.”

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thatishogwash · 4 years

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Not a Surprise

KuroDai Mid-Birthday Week 2019 December 9th, Day 1: Magical Realism/Tattoo Artist & Florist AU

AO3

Kuroo pauses outside the the tattoo parlors doors, looking surprised as he takes notices of the shop next door. It had been under construction for months now, a huge disturbance to everyone who worked at the tattoo shop, but it looks complete now. There are two huge barrels full of overflowing flowers, soft hued pastels that contrast nicely with the light blue the new owner of the shop had painted the building. There’s several hanging planters, greenery flowing almost artistically down. The only thing that seems off is the hand painted open sign but even that is charming in a ‘my third grader did this’ kind of way.

The sight makes the corner of Kuroo’s lips tip upwards despite the constant noise and ruckus the constructors workers had caused for months on end. Kuroo thought he was going to have to start using earbuds just so his concentration wouldn’t be shot while tattooing.

Kuroo takes a step into the parlor and is met with a second surprise that morning. There is a number of vases filled to the brim with brightly colored flowers. They are all different, unique in their own way and despite the scribbled Open sign there is also a clear artistry to who ever had made them. They should clash with each other or not look right in the modern and minimalist design the parlor sports but instead they fit right in, bringing just the right amount of color and warmth into the front room.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Misaki says, big smile planted on her face as she touches the purple and white bundle that sits on her desk. “The new owner from next door brought them over this morning as an apology for all the noise.” Misaki is probably the most tattooed out of all of them. She has full sleeves, a huge chest piece, her entire back is covered, and she has a circle of tattoos going around her neck. The only place she hasn’t tattooed is her left thigh, where her soulmate mark stretches from her outer midthigh up to her waist. Kuroo tilts his head as he realizes that the bouquet on her desk matches her mark perfectly.

“He was very apologetic.” Akaashi speaks up, tone soft as his eyes catch on his own bouquet before quickly looking away. Kuroo can feel his smirk widening as he catches sight of the pink spreading on Akaashi’s cheeks. The other tattoo artist had been the most annoyed by the disturbance nextdoor, though he would never admit to it, far too polite to do so. About a month into construction there had been a rather loud bang then cursing. The tattoo parlor shared a wall with the new florist next door, and Akaashi had the unfortunate luck to have his desk right against that wall. Akaashi had been so frustrated he had snapped his pencil in half, stood up abruptly, gathered his items, and excused himself. He had found solace in the small coffee shop down the road.

Actually Kuroo and the others thought he found much more than a good place to work given that he was now always wearing long sleeved shirts to hide his previously unbloomed soulmark. Kuroo, Misaki, and Matsukawa had all gone to the coffee shop to try and figure out who exactly Akaashi had met there. They had figured out it had to be an employee, given how Akaashi had made it a daily ritual to go down there for lunch, but they couldn’t figure out which employee.

Kuroo had his money on Bokuto though Misaki and Matsukawa called him out for personal bias. Kita, who claimed he was uninvolved in their spying, said it couldn’t be Bokuto considering Akaashi had already known the outgoing barista and while they were friends, had never shown romantic interest in each other. Kuroo still hoped it was Bokuto.

Misaki thought it was the new barista, Yachi. She was tiny and adorable, but mostly it was because while she seemed a nervous mess with everyone else she relaxed around Akaashi. Kuroo could even admit they would make an adorable couple.

Matsukawa thought it was Iwaizumi. While he wasn’t new he had mostly worked the night shifts and had recently switched to the day shifts. Kuroo was insulted no one called bias on Matsukawa considering he had known the burly baker since high school.

“He was very handsome too.” Misaki said, trying to hide her grin and failing miserably at it. Kuroo drops his bag on his own desk, taking note of the fiery reds and oranges that make up his own set of flowers. He wants to bend down and take a deep breath but will have to wait until no one is around to witness and then make fun of him for it.

“Are you meddling in my affairs again?” Kuroo asks without venom, moving the flowers to the other side of his desk and taking a seat. The problem with being now one of the only single people in a business full of those who had already found their soulmates meant people were constantly trying to help him.

Kuroo did not need nor want help finding his soulmate. He was of the mindset that if he never met them then that would be fine too. He had made an entire career out of reasons why finding “the one” didn’t always turn out in a happily ever after.

Like most artists, Kuroo had a speciality. He did other work every once and a while but mostly he was kept quite busy with doing coverups. Cover Ups involving soulmate marks specifically speaking. There were a lot of reasons to get a mark covered up. Sometimes people did not want their life dictated by a magical phenomenon that was practically unexplainable even in their modern age. If a soulmate died then their mark died with them, leaving the mark looking faded, dull, and tarnished. Rejection also came into play, twisting the mark into something akin to a rotted looking scar.

Kuroo’s own mark started practically at his left knee, up the length of his outer thigh, spreading out over his side and ribs, curving around his chest and up his shoulder, peeking out onto his neck and almost covering his entire left bicep. The blooms were tightly closed and while he never shied away from telling others about his disinterest in soulmarks he left that area of his body free of tattoos. He told himself it was because he was picky about what he put on his body but considering the amount of times he had let others tattoo on him for practice when he was younger he knew he was full of it.

“You should go over and introduce yourself, it’s the neighborly thing to do.” Misaki said hopefully.

“I’ll pass.” Kuroo pulls out his sketchbook and tablet. He has a lot of work to catch up on now that things are back to being quiet. Misaki pouts but she lets it go, which Kuroo is thankful for.

Kuroo uses the flowers on his desk as a warmup for his sketches. It’s only logical, a lot of his art contains flowers so why not use the ones right in front of him.

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A month later Kuroo found himself stepping into the flower shop for the first time. It was bustling as always, even more overflowing with flowers and plants crowding every inch of available space. Kuroo found himself having to duck and shift constantly to avoid knocking anything over. He kind of enjoyed the chaos even though he couldn’t imagine working in such a place day after day. Nothing seemed organized, not by any standard he could tell and the aisles were set up haphazardly as if the plants came first and the people were only a minor thought.

There’s only one employee that Kuroo can see, a guy with brown buzzed hair who is shorter than Kuroo but even from a distance Kuroo can see he’s built well enough. The warm smile and pastel pink shirt he wears underneath the gray apron give him a friendly appearance as he chats amiably with the people he is ringing up. He doesn’t look anxious and pressured despite the queue.

“Hello! Sorry for the wait, how can I help you?” Kuroo turns towards the loud voice, as do several people in the store. There is another employee, only noticeable because of the gray apron with the store logo on it, this one is quite short with ridiculously spiky hair and some of the biggest eyes Kuroo has ever seen. The employee isn’t talking to Kuroo but a confused looking young teenager so Kuroo continues about his business, making his way steadily and slowly towards the back of the shop.

“Moniwa,” Kuroo startles at the low baritone, turning to see someone leaning out a door with an Employees Only sign on it. He’s also wearing a gray apron, though he would tower over both of the other employees. A short man with curly black hair leans closer, nervously fidgeting with his bag. “Would you like to see the orchids?”

“Oh! Hello Ushijima! Shouldn’t you help with the crowd?” The man, Moniwa Kuroo can only guess, asks. The taller man with some of the widest shoulders Kuroo has ever seen and clear green eyes looks around the shop before his eyes land back on Moniwa. Kuroo pretends to look at some small blue flowers as he eavesdrops.

“Hoshiumi and Nakashima have it under control.” Ushijima says in a voice devoid of emotion, as far as Kuroo can tell anyways. “Sawamura told me to let them handle it and he should be back soon.” Kuroo could understand not wanting the giant to interact and scare away customers. But just when he was thinking the large man was akin to a robot his eyes softened and his voice, if possible, lowered. “Do you not want to see the orchids?”

“No no, please I would love to.” Moniwa said, flushing adorably. Kuroo ducked his head to hide his grin, not that he needed to since the two were clearly in their own world.

Kuroo wandered around the store, enjoying his time to people watch. The two workers flitted from customer to customer, bright and welcoming in their own ways. Neither seemed to lose any patience no matter how long a customer hummed with indecision, carefully making suggestions until a mutual understanding was met and everyone walked away happy.

Kuroo was so busy watching these interactions that he ran right into someone. Kuroo would never be called a small man, though he was more on the lanky side, but he stumbled back a couple steps before regaining his footing while the other person barely swayed.

“I’m sorry.” A deep voice apologized from behind the heavy bag of dirt they were carrying over a broad shoulder. He put it down, nudging the bag beneath an overflowing table. “I should have been paying more attention to where I was going, are you okay?” Big brown eyes stared at him from beneath the bill of a baseball cap.

“It’s okay, my fault.” Kuroo said easily. The man in front of him wasn’t wearing the same apron as the other workers but he had a sweatshirt the same soft gray with the company's logo on the front.

“Have you been helped yet?” The man asked, pushing the sleeves of the sweatshirt up to reveal nicely toned and tanned forearms. Kuroo told himself his spike of interest in that newly revealed stretch of skin was purely professional, he could make some beautiful art with that man.

On that man. Kuroo could make beautiful art on that man.

“It’s my mothers birthday, I thought she might enjoy some flowers.” Kuroo forced himself to meet those soft brown eyes and not stare at anything else. Due to the cramped and crowded shop they had to stand quite close and from that distance it was obvious the handful of centimeters Kuroo held over the other man, who had to crane his neck up to look Kuroo in the eye. It was adorable and Kuroo knew he was in trouble.

“Any specific colors?” The man asked.

“Yellow?” Kuroo scratched at his neck as glanced around the shop, noticed that both of the employees were staring at them before hurriedly going back to their jobs when they were caught. “Are their cat friendly flowers? I know a lot are poisonous and my mom has three.”

“That will help narrow it down.” The shorter man hummed before he started to make his way through the store, grabbing flowers at seemingly random. Kuroo watched him gather a couple different yellow ones but he pulled in some light blues and purples too.

“I’m Kurro.” Kuroo introduced himself as he followed behind the man, who shot a grin over his shoulder, revealing a single dimple in his cheek that made Kuroo walk directly into a table.

“So you’re the other tattoo artist I missed.” He was looked up and down before he turned back around to continue gathering flowers. “Your friend, Misaki, she described you to a tee.” Kuroo cringed at that and patted down his hair. Misaki never had anything nice to say about his hair.

“So you must be the owner?” Kuroo thought of the name of the new flower shop. “Sa’mura was it?” He recieved a glare for that and felt something twist pleasantly in his stomach. “You were causing quite a ruckus, disturbed the peace for months.”

“Ruckus?” Sawamura snorted. “What are you, 70?” Kuroo sputtered at that.

“It’s a perfectly good word!” Kuroo defended, wondering when the teasing had been turned back on him and why exactly he liked that so much.

“Okay Grandpa.” The dimple was back. Kuroo did not walk into a table but he did get nailed in the head with a hanging pot. “Watch it.”

“I’m sorry I’m not from the lollypop guild and able to navigate this place like you.” Kuroo rubbed his temple, wondering if it would bruise.

“I’m above average height.” Sawamura angrily snatched up another yellow flower.

“For a 12 year old girl, sure.” Kuroo teased.

“You know what, I think the backroom needs a little work.” Sawamura stepped behind the counter, the shorter employee with the buzz cut stepped back with his hands held up in surrender. “Shouldn’t be too long, maybe a month or twelve. Construction won’t disturb your work too much, will it?” He tore off a long piece of brown paper.

“Speaking of that, you kind of owe me.” Kuroo couldn’t see Sawamura’s eyebrows due to the baseball cap but he was sure they were raised. “A lot of my work involves flowers, you should let me come in and sketch to make up for all the ruckus.” Kuroo leaned against the counter and gave his best smirk, the one that made Akaashi’s lip curl up in disgust.

“Oh should I? Really? Because I’ve been losing sleep over the fact that starting my own business might have inconvenienced you for a little bit of time.” Sawamura put the now wrapped flowers on the counter before storming off. Kuroo made a pleased noise as he took them, they were artfully arranged and the paper wrapping with the twine gave it a finished look.

“How much do I owe you?” Kuroo asked, glancing at the two bug eyed employees and then to the retreating back of their boss.

“It’s on the house!” Sawamura yelled, shoulders relaxed despite his tone.

“So when should I stop by for those sketches?” Kuroo couldn’t help but push his luck.

“Tomorrow at seven!” Sawamura stomped into the back room and Kuroo tapped the counter happily before making his way out of the store.

Kuroo’s mother loved the flowers and he was only partly surprised when she yanked on the neckline of his shirt, demanding answers about his partly bloomed soulmate mark.

#kurodaiweek #kurodaiweek2019 #kurodai #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou #sawmaura daichi #my writing

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theunholygrails · 5 years

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Workout

You’re a secretary of sorts who still finds time to squeeze in some exercise with the Falcon himself.

Sam Wilson x reader

Warnings: nsfw

Masterlist

The elevator slid shut and granted you a bit of solitude, even quieter than your empty office at that time of night. You blew out a deep breath, releasing a week’s worth of stress from helping save the world from behind a desk and preparing for some stress-relieving cardio. The Avengers compound gym was open to all employees, not just the superheroes.

You were bent over tightening your shoelaces when the elevator dinged at the next floor down and whoever it was paused in the doorway. You loved how your ass looked in your leggings and they were probably getting an eyeful of it.

“Desk girl? That you?”

You knew that voice and that nickname and straightened with a smile. “In the flesh, bird-brain. Anything I can do for you?”

“Tell me what you’re still doing here and in…this.” Sam Wilson casually waved a hand at your outfit as he made his way next to you.

“C’mon now, you’ve never seen workout clothes before? What does Nat wear when you spar?”

His arms crossed, making the muscles strain against his sleeves. “I’m used to all that, but you’re usually Agent-No-Nonsense in blazers and whatnot. Not that this is a bad look for ya,” he added with a smirk.

“Well, thanks and no thanks, pencil skirts don’t cut it for every second of the day.” You ghosted a wink and led the way out of the elevator.

But as soon as you set down your gym bag, you whirled around with a hip cocked out. “What about you, Sam, what are you still doing here? Don’t you have a new bar to show Cap or a woman to woo? You’re usually a hard man to find on Friday nights.”

“And who says those things aren’t still gonna happen? The night is young.” After a deliberate raise of your eyebrows, he continued, “Alright, you got me. I had some leads to follow up with and now I’ve gotta get my workout in.”

You weren’t unhappy with the company.

Only the dumbbell section of the gym was disorganized and that was probably accounted for by Clint not giving a shit. As you and Sam tidied up, you let your gaze sweep over him more than once. Maybe he didn’t have any special serum coursing through his veins but he still had a delicious swagger that you drank in discreetly.

Or so you thought. He swiveled and caught your eyes knowingly.

“Can I help you? You need a spotter for something?”

If he was gonna ignore the tension, then so were you. “If you’d like to spot me running then be my guest. I won’t be here long anyway, usually cut it short on Fridays.”

He shrugged, then turned to stretching his arms. “You got a boyfriend waiting up on you?”

Oh, this was too good. His nonchalance would’ve slipped past anyone else but you could tell he was eager for the answer. The two of you had been flirting long enough that you’d also wondered if he had someone at home and now seemed like a good time to put everything on the table. Plus, you were going through a dry spell and quenching it with Sam Wilson was the best-case scenario.

With the fate of the night sealed in your mind, you pulled a long stretch through your hamstrings, offering another great profile of your ass. “No, nobody’s at home.”

“Me neither,” Sam offered willingly.

“It’s hard to keep someone around for more than one night with the whole Avengers gig, am I right?”

“You got that right.” He paused, letting the charming gap in his teeth break through a grin. “Never heard you talk like that, and I’ve heard you say a lotta shit under your breath.”

It was your turn to shrug. “We’re friends, Sam, I figured I could be honest.”

“So be honest with me again, you ever keep any of the superheroes around for a night?”

You laughed but sobered up when it was clear he wasn’t joking. “No, I stick to normal ones.”

“I’m pretty normal.” Sam’s eyes searched yours for a reaction.

You hadn’t even started your warmup but your chest was heated and you blamed something in the weekend air for making this so easy. “That’s true. I mean, we��re both here for a workout, so…”

You faded out and continued stretching, leaving Sam with a curious look on his face. Gesturing widely, he said, “Just so I’m not making any assumptions –”

“Yeah, Sam, I’m throwing it out there if you wanna fuck.” You perched invitingly on a nearby table.

He peeled off his sweatshirt as he crossed the distance between you and suddenly he was pushed between your legs, his nose resting next to yours and saying breathily, “I think I’ll take you up on that one, baby.”

Your hands roamed for a few moments, testing the waters before letting the tsunami wave crash. Locking your fingers behind his neck, you crushed him impossibly close, meeting his open mouth with your own. There was a minty spice on his tongue that you immediately craved more of and his chest rumbled with a laugh as you dipped your own eager tongue around his.

“Alright, I get it,” he let his lips graze to your jaw and down your neck, “you’ve been gunning for me for awhile.”

You stifled the impatient moan in your throat. “Look who’s talking. So why are you dragging it out?”

“That’s how I roll.”

The click of the air conditioner turning on across the gym came in time with the click of your tongue as you chided his stationary hands. You guided them up your waist with a bit of resistance as he insisted on taking it slow and then his caressing kickstarted pressure between your legs, right where his bulge sat dangerously in front of your core.

Without warning Sam laid you back on the table, his biceps coming to rest on either side of your head, and you moaned at the friction his strong body was now providing. Your lips found his neck this time, kissing and sucking and tugging and he uttered a few beautiful sighs here and there.

“New favorite workout,” he muttered as he reached to pull off his t-shirt.

“Tell me about it.”

You tore at your own shirt, too, and then couldn’t pull Sam back onto you fast enough. Each feverish kiss was more desperate than the last and you only broke away to gasp when he squeezed through your thick sports bra. You arched into his touch, aching for more and smiling into another kiss when you received it. Together you rid yourselves of the last pesky pieces of clothes.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed when you were bared to him, raising a heat in your chest and between your legs.

You moaned your thanks against his mouth but it came out strangled as the cool metal of the table made contact with your skin.

“Sorry about that. Let’s move.” Before you had a chance to comply, Sam had swept you to a more cushioned table nearby and you perched once again with him between your legs.

You draped your arms over his muscled shoulders and drawled, “You’re pretty handsome yourself, by the way.”

“Who knew normal people could be so hot?”

He captured your laugh in a kiss and his arms now willingly curved around your back to pull you flush against his chest. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, with Sam lighting up every inch of your skin, but he dialed it up another notch by slipping a hand down to toy with your clit.

Your hips jutted into his touch and he smiled against your mouth, proud that he was the one making your body react like this. Once your slick coated his fingers, he adjusted to line himself up.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, Sam. Please,” you gasped through the desperation of wanting him inside you.

Loud moans filled the air with his first thrust into you. He filled you perfectly, like everything you’d dreamed of, and your grip on his shoulders only tightened with each fervent thrust. His forehead was rested to yours and he kissed you haphazardly while his arms anchored you against him.

“I’m right here, baby. You feel so good.”

He was expertly working you over and you could only pant in response. The rhythm of his hips had that delicious tension building in your lower belly and you were losing focus on anything but Sam and his body intertwined with yours. You kissed him hard, drawing a deep chuckle from his throat.

“You gonna come for me?”

Your witty comeback faltered on your tongue as the climax took you unexpectedly, sending blinding pleasure to your every nerve. Sam’s face fell to the crook of your neck as he came right after, hips stuttering through the finish. Everything slowed down and eventually you pulled back to look at each other, matching smirks gracing your lips.

“Not bad for a desk girl.”

“Not bad for a bird-brain.”

“A bird-brained gentleman,” he countered. To prove his point, he helped you off the table and gathered your strewn clothes first before finding his own.

After checking each other out for months on end, sneaking glances while you redressed felt natural. Your skin was still warm from his touch and to make sure it stayed that way, you grabbed the front of his shirt and stole another kiss as soon as he was close enough.

Sam cleared his throat when you finally pulled away but couldn’t hide his smile. “Any chance you’d wanna make this last more than one night?”

“Great minds think alike.”

He was about to kiss you again when the elevator opened and Clint strolled in. He glanced around, clocking your closeness to Sam without a second thought, and headed back to the weights section.

“Thanks for racking these for me, guys. I was gonna clean ‘em up sooner or later.”

“Speaking of cleanup,” Sam confessed as he shouldered his gym bag, “you might wanna wait until this place is wiped down tomorrow before you touch anything.”

His words didn’t register until you and Sam were safely on the elevator. Just as the doors were closing, Clint’s disgusted cry rang out.

“Oh come on!”

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson imagine #marvel #avengers #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #sam wilson smut

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viola-rules · 7 years

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🎶 Practicing Tips 🎶

This is mostly for university students who practice several hours a day, but it could def be helpful for any musician 😋

1) Have water!!! If you play an instrument with repetitive movements (trombone, Piano, strings, percussion, etc) drinking water can help stave off muscle cramps

2) HAVE AND USE YOUR METRONOME if anything is difficult, start it slowly with a metronome and gradually speed it up until past where you need it to be. Ex. final tempo 100, start 70-75-80...100-105-110. Then playing it at 100 should be easy! You can also do this with entire pieces (do the same thing a few days in a row for the optimum outcome)

3) Rhythmatize! Instead of playing something as straight 16ths, play it in groups of 2 or as triplets or doted 8th - 16ths etc with a metronome, then playing it straight is super easy. (planning to make a post about this with pics)

4) Use your pencil! I know there's some kind of judgemental standard where having like no marking on your music except fingerings is "mature" but that's such BS. If you make a mistake more then 2-3 times, MARK IT. I photocopy all my music so I can scribble all over it and not feel guilty for destroying original music. That way too you can label it "2016 Prof John" and then when you revisit that piece or teach or if a friend learns it, you can see exactly what you were thinking when you did it.

5) If you make a mistake, don't automatically go back a few notes and keep going or just fumble over it and keep going. STOP AND DECONSTRUCT THE PROBLEM! (Unless you're practicing performing and you're purposely not stoping obvi)

6) Have your phone or iPad + charger so if you're practicing for several hours, you can take a break to listen to the pieces you're playing, compare bowings, articulations, dynamics of diff performers, compare to the score or piano part etc. Then you don't have an excuse to leave your practice bubble.

7) STRETCH!!! Regardless of wether you're playing Rachmaninoff on piano or Revel on flute, stop and stretch your arms, neck, wrists, back and maybe even hips. This way you can practice longer without soreness or cramping and you have less chance of injury. Do this before and after practice as well. (will make another post with pics for this)

8) Take breaks! Depending on what you're playing, how long you've been practicing, etc. take breaks every 15-40 mins. You can listen to your pieces, do score study, stretch, take a walk outside your practice room. Also, maybe split your practice? 2h before class and 2h after class?

9) Don't play through! Chunk things, deconstruct things and have a specific goal for each time you play a section. Then when you've played all the chunks of a page for example, play though it all together slowly then speed it up with metronome.

10) If you're getting frustrated or stuck on something STOP! Take a break or work on something else and come back to it.

11) Start with scales or tonalizations or a comfortable study or warmup every day. I know it's annoying, but if you have like a 10min routine that you start your practice with every day, your intonation will improve AND your mind & body will get used to focusing in and starting your practice. DON’T ZONE OUT OR PLAY MINDLESSLY! Have a goal to improve a specific skill or aspect of your warm ups every day. (If you're having multiple practices in the same day, you can probably just do 5mins of the same warm ups to get in the zone for a 2nd or 3rd practice sessions)

12) Touch on everything at least a little everyday. Even if you don't have time to deconstruct and practice everything in chunks, at least go through each piece/study/excerpt, etc every day with special attention to what you focused on in your last practice.

13) Once you've "finished" with a piece (performed it, played for a jury, etc) DON’T STOP PLAYING IT! Revisit it a MINIMUM of 2x week, then if when you need a piece for a masterclass/unplanned performance, you can just spend a little extra time practicing and you'll be all set.

14) Don't wait till the week before your performance to practice with your accompanist! If you practice with your accompanist every week or 2 after you've mastered a piece, then when you have a performance, you and your accompanist will be super comfortable playing together. (This can be expensive with a professional collaborative pianist, so maybe try to use a 4th year piano performance major? Still worship them tho obvi, they are heroes)

15) Try playing with recordings, esp diff recordings, or with a midi on a music program so you can be adaptive, if you can play your piece well at diff speeds with diff rubato, diff dynamics, then playing it the way you like it is easier.

16) Play for your friends once in a while. If you're like me, you have a lot of rep and you don't get to play it all in your lesson, maybe you only touch everything every 3 weeks with your prof? And maybe you're not ready to play everything in masterclass all the time (bc that's insane lol) so just playing through for your friends could get you some super helpful constructive criticism once in a while.

Hope this helped some of you 🎻😎🎵

#me #practice #music #university #violin #Viola #Piano #instrumental music

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comicteaparty · 4 years

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April 25th-May 1st, 2020 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from April 25th, 2020 to May 1st, 2020. The chat focused on the following question:

What is your warm-up routine before you write or draw something related to your story?

Page, Rambler Extraordinaire!

Honestly? I don’t have a formal warm-up, but I definitely like to have my fingers all warmed-up and ready for lots of typing! I really need to get in the mindspace for the particular image/idea being portrayed, though.

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

1) Seek out music that matches the energy of the page, 2) Draw some circles/spirals/hatchmarks to loosen up, 3) Pick the easiest thing on the page and finish it first to build momentum, 4) Repeat Ad Infinitum

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

-listen to music from my playlist -read some fanfics -watch YouTube videos from my subscription -get some tea -stretch/workout -wear my comfiest clothes

CalimonGraal(Fenauriverse)

i'm also another one that listens to music before doing story stuff. (sometimes either is a favorite song/song i'm obsessed with atm or one that matches the current scene)

Eilidh (Lady Changeling)

I usually reread my comic so far and listen to some music I associate with it to get me in the mindset and excited for it

eli [a winged tale]

I have a warm up character to go to! Usually I try for some gestures before getting right back to the panels. It gets the rustiness out of the way for me!

Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]

Ooh I love your warm ups, Eli!

eli [a winged tale]

Thank you! It’s easier for me to get into a routine when I have something fun to draw first (with zero expectations)

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I don't always need a warm up, but doing panel borders for HoK makes for an excellent warm up. It gets my brain switch gears to comic mode. Music is great, but I only turn it on for important moments (or illustrations outside of comic). There are certain moods that... recur in important moments in my story, and I have playlists for those. e.g. 'sad emotional intimacy'

eli [a winged tale]

I love how music influences our work! I would love to hear all your playlists if you have them easy to share

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

ooooh @eli [a winged tale] i like the motion in your warmups! They're very fluid and nice to look at @keii’ii (Heart of Keol) Keii, I agree with separating playlists for moods! I usually just group them all in my favourites and mentally search for them

DanitheCarutor

Gosh I'm one of the most boring people. Lol I don't have a routine, I don't need one since I'm always in comic mode. Like, all I ever draw is comic pages. I don't have a script or anything that requires writing, so no need for a warm-up for that. I just jump right into it.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Sounds like you live on the edge which is the opposite of boring 8)

eli [a winged tale]

DanitheCarutor

I dunno, it would be cool to do warm-up drawing. That would sure help for gesture/color/anatomy practice. I just don't have the time, a page takes about 4 days to finish without outside distractions, so I have to get to work right away.

eli [a winged tale]

If you can jump right in, that’s great! For me otherwise I just stare at the inks and wish it would colour itself

DanitheCarutor

Ffff I'm like that with dynamic shots where the perspective points are off the page, and I have to tape scrap paper to it, and sometimes my ruler isn't long enough. Working in a traditional medium can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. Lol

This panel is a good example.

Top view perspective lines went way off the page, I hate it.

Anyways, that's my complaint for the day.

Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]

When I draw warm ups. This was of my 'for practice' comic art. I wanted to practice the vertical scroll storytelling. A lady gets her purse string cut, and the thief runs off. Whenever I want to figure out action scenes, I do little character interactions. It helps me learn more about certain character behavior(edited)

eli [a winged tale]

Nice! Practice comics are great!

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

yeah it's really good too!

it's also a great way to possibly have new stories/series

kinda like.....brainstorming, but applied

Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]

Thank you Eli, Shadow. I try to combine my knowledge of storyboarding, since vertical scroll sequences, are similar to that in some regards.(edited)

Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS

I.... Don't do warm up. I just... Start drawing(edited)

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

dang Holmea you living the risky life

that's brave

Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS

I am pretty sure of my skill. Should I warm up?? Could be super to start warm ups! I check my mail, find out how we are doing online with our comic and just begin to draw. I guess since I have done it professionally as a 2d animator, and there is not really time to warm up, that I have learned to just start

FeatherNotes(Krispy)

I do warm ups for everything! though what I define as warmups depend on each creator. For me, it begins with stretches and sketching, ill doodle things i need to get out of my head so i'm not distracted by those ideas- they usually involve studies, certain character interactions, or thumbing out pieces I want to tackle later! I may sure to draw everyday to flex that too, so its also important to be able to relax those creative muscles with some pre-work!

also! my warm ups vary with what medium i work in. if Im working in watercolours, i practice fine pencil work and get my lines as loose as possible. when it's comic (so mainly inking) i do what I described above with character studies and what not

kayotics

I’m really bad at remembering to do warm ups. I should.... actually do them more, but the time I have dedicated to drawing is usually pretty limited

Deo101 [Millennium]

Because I usually finish off whatever I had been working on the day before, warmups for me are kind of the process of starting a new piece. All the sketching and thumbing to get my next idea out work pretty well for warming me up, and then I feel ready to go by the time I'm needing to do things like lines. I also get music going that fits the mood of what I'm working on, like lots of people seem to do! I also need to remember to do stretches more :/ And I usually get myself some kind of drink, tea or something, to keep me company while I work ;)

Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]

Sounds like you are pretty busy, Kayotic. Yeah warm ups can be a good practice before diving into a big illustration

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Weirdly I don't think I've ever done warmups for illustrations. Only comic work!

Probably because illustrations, I just do them whenever I feel like it, so my brain is already ready (i.e. I don't start if my brain isn't ready)

whereas comic... I can't just wait for my brain to get ready. I need to keep updating it.

Page, Rambler Extraordinaire!

Pro-tip: if you decide to not do anything and procrastinate, you don't have to warm-up!

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

hmm, can't say i've really tried warming up for art before, but i've heard it can really help! What are you guys' art warm up routines?

Deo101 [Millennium]

For me it's just kinda mindless sketching til I hit what it is I wanna be doing

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Make panel borders (not really a routine though, at least I don't think it is)

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

When I do watercolor, I usually don't do warm ups unless I'm planning from thumb-> sketch ->color thumbs and figuring out local colors for watercolor then doing my watercolor flats from there

Deo101 [Millennium]

Instead of staring at a blank screen and waiting, making little circles or scribbles or drawing like. Some arms or something til, eventually, my brain thinks we're working and then it's like "ah yes! Here we go!"

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

but digitalllyyyyy I shoullddddddddd

my brain when looking at my comic: "aight time to do the thingy lmao"

Deo101 [Millennium]

If I've already got a sketch waiting to go I can jump right in though

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

idk, I should but my time is usually limited so I haven't done a warm up in a while lmao.

now I have the time, I probably would

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

ohh i see

like some quick sketches

i see how that can help- whenever i'm figure drawing or drawing people in a cafe or something my later ones are always better

how is making panel borders a warm up? don't you have to do that anyways?

Deo101 [Millennium]

Lines with intent! Doesn't matter what the purpose is, same kinda thing as drawing a bunch of straight lines in a row or practicing ellipses a bit

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

It's something I can do with my brain turned off. While I do it, it wakes up the comic-making part of my brain

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

oh ye

Deo101 [Millennium]

Which I'd encourage doing things like drawing a ton of ellipses or straight lines, it gets your hand into the groove so you can draw stuff right the first time

Do I do it often? No But I do encourage it

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

ah i see keii

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

So for me, the panel borders can function like a warmup without being a "ritual." Kinda like if you're... say... hiking, walking from your parking spot to the trailhead can be a warmup even if it's not a ritual and is necessary anyway

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

ooo that's an interesting way of putting it

... man I really should consider warm ups often. I have been touching my sketchbook less and less so lmao

I do find making small thumbs and coloring them in relaxing for me, not sure that count as a warm up but its something I like doing when planning out watercolor illustrations lol

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

Relaxing/chilling/ "reward after a long day" arting is also an interesting topic, though not 100% suitable for this week's question...

I find it interesting how a lot of people seem to like, make cute ship doodles, whereas I uhhh

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

lineart is the easiest for me to do though. I don't have to think much about it

maybe i should like line a page as warm up?

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I'll drop some examples in art share in a bit

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

ooh please do(edited)

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

That sounds like a good idea! Worth trying

Feather J. Fern

I actually read in a artist self care comic "Draw Stronger: Self Care of Artist" that you are supposed to stretch and stuff before you art so your body is warmed up for long periods of sitting. Things i draw before getting into main art, the one line challenge where you draw something using one line, gesture drawing warm ups, and always becuase it's something I recently been doing, is drawing a thumbs up on a page that I can erase later or keep in a sketchbook as in like "Good job "(edited)

Cap’n Lee (Flowerlark Studios)

I don't have a warm-up routine before I sit down and draw / write comics. Besides making a cup of coffee before I dive right in. (edited)

sssfrs (JOE IS DEAD)

I don't follow rules

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

i don't really have any warm up routines. it helps that 3d art is less physically demanding than drawing. during/after my work, i try to look away from the screen and relax my eyes every so often, but i can't think of anything i specifically do before working.

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

Another dive-right-inner here. I mean, I do loose pencil sketches before putting down lineart, but it's not like a separate warmup drawing before the real one, it's just the start of the real one.

If my brain isn't in "comics mode" and I need to get a page done...I find a nice secluded spot, sit down with the blank sketchbook, and stare at the empty paper until ideas start clicking into place. Unrelated sketches would be a distraction at that point -- same as checking twitter, just one more excuse for my brain to focus on something other than the page.

Used to do the seclusion in local restaurants( whether it's a nice place or just a plastic fast-food table), but obviously that hasn't been an option for a while :/

varethane

My warmup is working eight hours at an unrelated job l-lol

eli [a winged tale]

Haha aw that’s a mood

Miranda

Oh boy do I feel that

shadowhood (SunnyxRain)

oh that got real

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