#warm-up

[gala-art]

The weather is getting colder. Beth and Daryl were tasked with finding a new shit town. Good job, guys. You did it.

"Radio Rick and tell him we found our next shit town."

#the walking dead #bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene #bethyl fan art #my art #warm-up #warm-up turned new fave #lol #bethyl into the sunset series

[ao-xingyume1987]

#tw: blood #I unintentionally realized too late that it looks kind of similar to my bride Nick drawing hhhhhhhh #oh well #I tried going back to sfm once again and this is like another warm-up ToT #some blood were actually edited in loll #(watch me forget how to do SFM after this one lol) #also heavily based on Ao no Sumika/ Where our Blue Is MV (was trying to get ideas) #the song also reminded me of n ellis because of the lyrics (just wanna share about that one loll) #this wouldn't be the last one that might be based on that song (there's actually some scenes I want to try to recreate loll) #// #l4d2 #left 4 dead 2 #l4d2 nick #l4d2 sfm #left 4 dead 2 sfm #l4d2 fanart #sfm #source filmmaker #sfm poster #warm-up #reference #inspired #fanwork #fanart #my art #(am posting this like 3 in the morning so bare with me hhhhhhhhh)

[witchtaunter]

a quick ponk warm-up

#pony #brony #witchtaunter #mlp #mlpfim #my little pony #horse #warm-up #pinkie pie #pinkie #ponk #cute

[virtchandmoir]

JayRaiden_: Day 1 in the books and gearing up for @HerMarkCanada tomorrow.

#tessa #off ice #board #her mark #appearance #her mark summit 2023 #warm-up

[lynxnickromancer]

[Own OC] Aide Warm-up Drawing

#my oc stuff #warm-up #sketch #Character Design #original character

[heilith]

Boromir + touch if u still accept!

Enjoy, dear Anon...;) Drop me a word, if you read it!

@mismaeve @scyllas-revenge @glassgulls Some Boromir at your service.

Touch Me Not

“You shouldn’t be afraid. I’m not touching you.”

The heavy “yet” hang in the air unspoken.

Your lips were too dry for someone who had afforded the highest honour a woman of this Kingdom could dream of.

Not thinking twice, you ran your tongue against them on pure instinct, and regretted it the very next moment. Absurd as it was, you longed to avoid whatever acts or gestures could promote what you knew had to happen this night.  

You could be blowing on cold water, though…His posture didn’t change - no strain came into the way he’d leaned against the door relaxedly, as if to decorate it with himself and look at you was all he meant to do for hours. The only alteration in him was how the edges of his mouth were curving upward now, so slightly you were doubting your own vision.

It must have been the damned weightless veil that let the sight you had made of yourself pass unnoticed for his eyes.

“I can leave, if you wish.”

His voice was low and soft.

He was playing with you. Suffocating in this bedchamber, like a bird in a trap, you resented it deeply. Like there was, indeed, a chance to help yourself out of your duty.

“No, please,” was all you could rasp out.

You wouldn’t have the whole Minas Tirith despise you for how you had failed to consummate your marriage to its best and most admired prize.  

His smile turned into a smirk. You’d had no time to bat an eye, before his tunic met the floor, and the undershirt followed it, leaving him half-naked and you – half-dead with consternation.

“I’m not touching you,” repeated he in a slow, mollifying undertone, “But I won’t scream murder if you touch me.”  

Blood surged to your face quicker than your heart could bear it.

Feeling like an utter fool, you allowed your legs to buckle under you and have you land onto the soft wedding bed, as if someone had suddenly cut the strings which held you upright.  

The man nodded, regarding you with as calm an air.   

“Not the time yet, then,” said he flatly, “Do not trouble yourself.”

His was bigger than you remembered even since morning. He hadn’t been that close to you then, or you hadn’t perceived it so acutely as now, when he took a seat next to you, his shoulders down, but still proudly broad.

An almost indifferent hand closed down on yours. You held a breath, as he pulled it up and against his chest, and let it stay there, against the skin so hot it seemed he was burning on the inside.

You bit through your lip – and realized it only when the taste of flesh rose in your mouth, sweet or sour – it was all the same to you. It was impossible to stop staring at the interlacement of his fingers and yours, pressed to his torso so closely that not even a hair could be pulled in between.

“Isn’t it awful?” murmured Boromir with a look of a boy, ready for a mischief unimaginable.

…You couldn’t say how you’d ended up lying next to him under the dusty furry canopy in the bed too huge for two.

Neither could you remember how he’d lulled your vigilance and cradled you into a loose embrace.

All you knew was that your hand was still draped over his chest, touching him lightly and quite willingly now.

And your veil was still hiding your face from those sharp and smiling eyes.      

#boromir #boromir x reader #drabbles #warm-up

[hazel-d-stone]

Twogenes that I made as a warm-up back when Drawtectives Season 2 started! I did the second one with no reference- That’s why he is missing a lot of main parts... why didn’t I remember the piercings D: 

#drawfee #drawtectives #drawtectives eugene #twogene #Bowie D Stone #art #sketch #warm-up

[thoughtportal]

warm-up for walks

#tiktok #warm-up #walking #stretching #mobility #exercise #mobility exercises

[filmjunky-99]

s t a r t r e k d e e p s p a c e n i n e created by rick berman, michael piller [rivals, s2ep11] 'Warm-up'

#star trek #star trek deep space nine #deep space nine #rick berman #Michael Piller #ds9 season 2 #deep space nine season 2 #ds9 rivals #rivals #lot: st ds9 season 2 ep 11/26 (ep 31/176) #alexander siddig #colm meaney #julian bashir #miles o'brien #Warm-up

[officerjennie]

FAT APPRECIATEION MONTH WEEEEEEEE

#myart #inktober 2023 #technically this isn't a specific character #but i used the same skin tone as I do for eskel #so you can pretend it's him if you want #warm-up

[echoicsmut]

A warmup I did of Wonder Woman.

#Sketch #Wonder Woman #DC #Warm-Up #my art

[ineedtherapist]

Dayum, It's been AGES and tbh I never thought I will ever came back but here I am alive and well (sadly).

Haven't write in ages tho so I'm starting off with my fav and slowly gonna work back up, gaining momentum and shi.

Hope y'all enjoy my two cents hhshsha

-al <3

Post Phantom Blood Robert

Robert general HCS Prt 1

Generally speaking, he's amazing. Like real type of amazing that people seldom realise since he's the side character and got outshine;

used by the plot to hype the main character.

The only different is that instead of Jonathan, bro got subscribed to a thick ass plot armor (unlike certain blonde 💀🙏🏻)

Robert who literally lived in Ogre Street.

Who make a living there, survived his childhood there which if anyone say it was an easy feat then ig we all are a certain high tech CEO thay bought a social media platform and banned artist compared to this young lad.

Ain't no way that's a small feat.

But then how did Robert did it?

That place was littered with scumbags and people doing cracks,it was criminals R&R with black market operating 24/7 like a damn 7-11.

And you're telling me, this hunk of a man managed to grow up somewhat save until he reached his adulthood?

"He's build a tank!"

My homies. To be able to even grow that damn big at that time where the police is as loose as the law whilst plague and poverty come hand-in-hand; and people's corpse piled up at the side of the street like a garbage heap is a work miracle itself.

Robert is smart. He's lucky and he got the looks and the charms needed to survive in that hellhole.

He didn't even come close to those who rule the Ogre Street but he's a convenient dog for those who did.

Know that place like the back of his hand. The people, the layout. Things that died and things that stay alive. Keep an eye out all the time and vigilant.

When, what, where, how. Those are the questions he always kept himself updated on. He know it and act upon it, waiting for the right time.

Robert act like a dog on a leash when in reality he's a stray one, pretending for the sake of survival.

An instinct one adapt in the harsh world where the strong devour the weak. Survival of the fittest.

Maybe he's a fallen noble, maybe he was already there the moment he opened his eyes but one thing remain the same for this man : he's alone. always is.

Has no one to rely on, to asked or question what was happening around him.

An orphan most definitely.

" Survive. Survive. Survive."

Like a broken tape, those words are repeated, buried deep inside his soul, become a part of him as he grew older.

Robert who's a smooth talker. A lady killer. An amazing conman yet never lied outside of necessities.

Robert whose mouth are as foul as it can be, even Dio seem like a saint compared to him.

And what makes the man so charming? The reason why one such as myself is deeply infatuated with him?

Robert was kind.

Despite living and growing up in a literal satan's den, he had always been kind.

Naturally, in order to survive, the line of his moralities start to blurred as the days passed and yet he didn't forget who he was.

Robert tried his best to survive and didn't yield to the others and then;

He met Jonathan

and that kind soul finally meet a reason to leave that place.

Before, he had nobody, no one to give his heart to. His loyalty. No reason to leave that place. A stray dog without an owner.

and then he met him.

Jonathan Joestar.

His saviour, his owner. The one whom he swore to be by his side no matter what happened.

Everything start to makes sense. Everything start to feel right. And his soul had never been more at peace more than anytime other than being by his side.

part 2...?

#al fam era #jjba #al writes #jjba phantom blood #phantom blood #jjba part 1 #robert speedwagon #reo speedwagon #jjba hcs #jjba headcanons #speedwagon #speedwagonhcs #speedwagonheadcannon #jojo kimyou na bouken #jojo headcanons #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo bizarre adventure headcannon #warm-up #THIS IS SHIT LMFAO #my skill downgraded too much 💀🙏🏻 #I love my man sm istg #jjba jonathan #jonathan joestar #phantom blood Jonathan #jonathan joestar hcs

[electric-banana]

Just my boi jojo doin a lil bit of excercisin, dont mind him

#stretching #warm-up #jonnah

[anonazure]

Drew my friend @_mgsthetic (on twitter) for a warm up~ 

 She's so pretty, I love her so much~

#sketch #warm-up #anonazure #anonazure art

[cappuccinoko]

Totty warm-ups before I do a commission! 

#Todomatsu #Cappu art #quick sketch #sketch #osomatsu san #osomatsu #warm-up

[scaryscarecrows]

Selina abandoned Bruce within minutes to ‘get some champagne’. Surely it doesn’t take this long to get champagne, and surely it could have been a group activity. There was no reason whatsoever for her to leave him to the clutches of Francesca Dove, an older, wealthy woman who…well…

He’ll admit it. She’s awful. She’s the world’s most civilized harpy*; cold and cruel and unblinking, a firm proponent of ‘an eye and a tooth and a limb for an eye’.

“--send, an absolute Godsend,” she’s saying now. “I don’t know how long you’ve been back, Mr. Wayne, but it used to be these crazies were just running wild. At least this current director is keeping them in line.”

Yes, yes he is. Bruce can’t confirm what the place was like before, but the inmates he’s seen these days are decidedly subdued. The only ones, so far, that seem unchanged are Nashton and…him, and even Nashton is a little quieter than he was once.

He smiles politely and tries to radiate SOS. Where is Selina?

Francesca takes a quick sip, gold watch gleaming in the light, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“If you ask me, they should all be shot. Spare the taxpayers the trouble.”

“I don’t quite–”

“There you are, Brucie!” Selina appears at his elbow, glasses in hand. “I couldn’t find you for a minute.”

Humph. He hasn’t moved and she knows it.

“Ms. Dove, this is Selina Kyle,” he says. When he takes a sip from the glass, he’s pleasantly surprised to find that she brought him sparkling apple juice. He’s always hated champagne, and besides, he can’t afford any sort of mental sluggishness. Not tonight, not here. Not ever, but especially not here. “Selina, this is–”

“We’ve met at a few functions,” Selina interrupts, smiling with far too many teeth and oh, no, this is someone she’s robbed at least once. “Good to see you again.”

“Pleasure.”

Bruce tunes them out, just a little, in favor of scanning the room. There’s a lot of people here, influential, wealthy people; keeping Arkham well-funded is a priority of Gotham, apparently.

He’s only seen Crane once, when he got here, and it takes a bit of searching to find him now. He and Richardson have stepped back for a moment, probably for a breather–Crane looked tired two hours ago, and the room has only grown more crowded since. They’ve got glasses of something green and fizzy (what is that? Bruce doesn’t remember seeing anything like that…), and Richardson’s currently readjusting the handkerchief peeking out of Crane’s top pocket.

Then, unfortunately, they decide to come over here.

“Ladies. Mr. Wayne.” Crane nods. “Enjoying ourselves, I hope?”

“I was just telling Brucie here–” Ugh. He’ll suffer it from Selina, but that’s as far as he’ll go. “--that you’ve done such a good job at getting these lunatics in line.”

“My predecessor was getting on in years,” Crane admits. “That’s very kind of you to say, however.”

“Don’t be so modest.” Richardson rests her head against his shoulder, fingers tip-tap-tap-tipping against her glass. “You inherited a dumpster fire, love.”

Crane’s startled laugh is genuine.

“To put it mildly, yes.” He adjusts his glasses (nervous tic?) and turns that (creepy, it’s creepy, Bruce can’t deny it) unblinking stare on Francesca. “When did you get back to Gotham, Ms. Dove?”

“Last weekend.” Neither of them blink. Hn. Bruce makes a note to check up on Francesca when he gets home. Now that he’s looking at her and Crane, they…honestly, they look a little similar. Same bone structure, same piercing blue eyes. “I don’t know how you do this job, Doctor. If it were up to me, these people would be taken out and shot.”

Crane’s answering smile makes Bruce’s skin crawl.

“I’d be out of a job then, I’m afraid.” He tips his head down towards Richardson. “The mayor is here, he’ll be upset if we ignore him.”

They vanish into the crowd. Bruce makes his excuses to Francesca and subtly drags Selina away.

“God, she’s awful,” Selina says. “Of all the people who get murdered here, why not her?”

“Selina…”

“Only joking.” She bumps her head against his arm. “Mostly. Relax, vengeance.”

Murder is no joking matter.

All the same, Francesca is, frankly, awful. But that’s not why he’s here. He’s here partly because this is a good cause and mostly because something is up with Crane. There’s too many whispers about him, too many scary stories.

“I need to get into his office,” he murmurs. “Cover for me?”

“I’ll just say you left with that pretty co-ed over there,” she teases, but when he frowns she pops up to kiss his cheek. “Sure thing, Bruce. Go break some rules.”

He’s going to. He’s literally three feet away from her when there’s the sound of flapping wings and screaming gulls and the skylight completely shatters.

Several people scream. There’s a mad rush for the doors and Bruce’s first thought is, thank God Dickie’s not here.

Then his eyes light on Francesca, sprinting desperately for cover as a swarm of gulls dive right at her. He tries to get to her, intending to get them both under a table, but he can’t reach her before she’s consumed.

* * *

“She did it to herself?” Dick’s eyebrows are in his hair. “But you saw–all those birds, two hundred people saw that!”

“We saw what we were intended to see,” Bruce says. “Francesca was never going to leave that room alive.”

“So what, somebody planned all that to kill her?”

“I’m not sure yet.” He’s thinking it was at least mostly a crime of opportunity, but it was definitely planned. “I need to–”

Ding!

Ah. The background check.

Francesca Dove is–was–a bit of a mystery. Part of her charm, he supposes, such as it was. But he dug deep enough, in the end, to find something very interesting. Namely, that she changed her name. She was born Marion Keeny, and further digging showed family records; a daughter, Karen, who died under rather mysterious circumstances six months ago, and a grandson, Jonathan. Jonathan does not share her surname. He has his father’s.

Jonathan Crane.

Well.

Bruce had thought they looked alike.

He must have done it, has likely done something to Karen as well, but…

The fizzy green drinks. The ones Bruce couldn’t place. Oh, sure, Crane and Richardson had both confirmed the birds, but they would, wouldn’t they, if they knew what to expect. They spiked something; the drinks, the air conditioner, something, and Francesca-Marion must have had something else, something to make her claw herself to death…

He brings up the footage again, searches the crowd. There they are. They’re not running. They’ve stepped back, out of the way of the panicking mob, but they’re not running away. They’re just watching. Only for a moment, while Francesca-Marion screams and scratches at her skin, before Crane smiles, sardonically tips his glass towards her, and tugs Richardson towards a side door. Then they’re gone, and when they turn up again, they’re suitably terrified; Crane’s paler than ever ever and trembling and Richardson’s crying a little, rambling about horrible, just horrible, poor Ms. Dove…

He’s not sure how, or why, exactly, but he’ll find out. He promises.

*Granny was a monster. Her daughter suggested burying a newborn alive in the aviary. Lovely family, that.

#warm-up #ficlet #battinson #jonathan crane #kitty richardson #selina kyle #marion keeny #fun fact! crane absolutely stole marion's shiny gold watch from the morgue #kitty has it now :p #'it's a family heirloom' they say like the little shits they are