#NAT ANATOMY ART

[girldickdotcom]

TEACH TRANSSEXUAL ANATOMY/GIVE US OUR AUTONOMY

2023, natalie pit, digital collage

[otrtbs]

Y'ALL Y'ALL Y'ALL Y'ALL I BOOKED TICKETS TO GO TO THE NETHERLANDS SO SO SOOoooOOO GUESS WHAT I'M GOING TO SEE???

that's right,, THE goldfinch painting

THE ONE. THe OnE. from my favorite book of all time everrrr!!!!!

[piqu3d]

new chap of whispers from the dead is out

author: @kcrabb88

new chap: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/122894473?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_672488803

from the very beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41087763/chapters/102985491

[sageandscorpiongrass]

I think I hate my father.

The Sun is Also a Star, Nicola Yoon | Woodtangle, Mary Ruefle | pinterest comment | Anatomy of Cat and Dog Skeletons, William Cheselden (quote unknown) | Father, The Front Bottoms | I'm the Villian in his history., Nat (Oh Fathers, Key Ballah) | @/inkskinned on tumblr | Thomas Builds-the-Fire, Smoke Signals, Sherman Alexie | no children art print, Rainboon | Untitled, Franz Wright | Franz Kafka in a letter to his father | Seventeen Going Under, Sam Fender | Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong, Ocean Vuong (from Night Sky With Exit Wounds)

[be-compromised]

Promptathon 2023 Masterlist

Promptathon 2023 is now over, with a grand total of 647 comments and 41 fills - which is the most fills we've had for the summer prompthon since 2014, wow. Thank you to everyone who prompted, created, beta read, commented, cheered, and took part. We hope you had fun! It's been an absolute delight to see our corner of fandom so active. We do plan to keep the momentum going, so please watch this space (or the comm dreamwidth or discord) for updates on a friending meme coming later this week, sign ups for the Secret Santa fic exchange coming soon, and a revial of All The Things Friday...

If you still have prompt fills that you’re working on, or feel inspired by prompts now or in the future from any of our community events, please do keep creating. Now that promptathon is over they won’t be included as part of the event or masterlist, but they will always be appreciated :)

Promptathon 2023 Masterlist

A Different Call | AO3 by @inkvoices (PG13; Endgame, may or may not be considered an AU) Prompt: And it's been so long But if you ever think you got it wrong I'm right where you left me

A Little Less War Torn by @poppypickle (PG-13; no warnings apply) Prompt: “You touch me and suddenly I feel a little less war torn. I'm not sure what peace is supposed to feel like but I think it may feel a lot like you” — anatomy-of-rains

A Tourist's Guide To Amsterdam by @chaed (T; some language and violence) Prompt: nothing good starts in a getaway car

Building Tensions | tumblr by @quietlyimplode (PG; swearing)  Prompt: Just because I love you doesn’t mean I’ll let you win in Mario Kart. Fuck off

Burn | AO3 by @alphaflyer (M; no warnings apply) Prompt: ‘I’m intrigued; the last three attempts on my life were much better funded and prepared.’ (Same Time, Next Hit: Part 1)

bye-bye bikinis & boxers & briefs | AO3 | tumblr by @cassiesinsanity (M; no warnings apply; OT3) Prompt: "Are we sure about this?" Clint says. "I mean, he shot you. Just putting that out there." (Probably Clint/Natasha/Bucky)

Endings and Beginnings | AO3 by ultra_fic (PG/K+; no warnings apply) Prompt: Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. Lady Lazarus - Sylvia Plath 

faking it by @quidnunc-life (T; no warnings apply) Prompt: Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. Lady Lazarus - Sylvia Plath 

Heat | AO3 by @alphaflyer (M; movie-level violence) Prompt: Doing a mission in, or coping with, excessive heat. (Bonus: mission related to doing something about the climate change problem.) (Same Time, Next Hit: Part 4)

Hold | AO3 by @alphaflyer (T; no warnings apply) Prompt: enemies with benefits (Same Time, Next Hit: Part 5)

Honorary Cat | AO3 by @firlalaith (Teen; no warnings apply) Prompt: Nat (or Nat and Bucky) owns / works at a cat cafe. Clint, being Clint, spots this place and thinks it's just a pet friendly cafe, so he goes in with Lucky. (Bonus: Clint becomes a regular it just becomes too late to explain the mistake...) AND Maybe if he was a little less fuckable we wouldn’t be in this mess. 

"It looks like someone threw a train at you." by @chaed (T; no warnings given) Prompt: "It looks like someone threw a train at you."

Just Another Saturday Night by @cassiesinsanity (PG; no warnings apply) Prompt: "Do you wanna get dinner when we're done here?"

Just Come Home | AO3 by @poppypickle (PG13; swearing, slight mentions of past violence) Prompt: "come home and shout at me. come home and fight with me. come home and break my heart, if you must. just come home." - cruel prince

Kiss Me | AO3 by ultra_fic (PG/K+; no warnings apply) Prompt: An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Last to Know | AO3 by @cloud--atlas (T; no warnings apply) Prompt: "Bet you fifty dollars you can't get a date with the Black Widow."

Leap | AO3 by @alphaflyer (T; canon-type violence) Prompt: it IS a gun in my pocket and no I’m not pleased to see you. (Same Time, Next Hit: Part 2)

Let Me Tell You a Story About War | AO3 by @poppypickle (PG-13; no warnings apply) Prompt: Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

Let’s Show ‘Em | AO3 by @poppypickle (T; no warnings apply) Prompt: "All I heard was 'it will be funny' and then we were in jail."

Lightbulb Moment | AO3 by @cloud--atlas (M; various kink mentions) Prompt: Honeypot mission but Clint is the bait AND Discovering a kink at the worst possible time.

Lounge | AO3 by @alphaflyer (M; no warnings apply) Prompt: Stuck in an airport (due to delayed flight, cancelled flight, mission...). Shenanigans ensue. (Same Time, Next Hit: Part 3)

Love Means Never Having To Say ‘I Love You’ | AO3 by ultra_fic (PG/K+; no warnings apply) Prompt: via tumblr creativepromptsforwriting: "Shut up, I'm trying to confess my love to you."

Making A Different Call | tumblr by @caiti-creative-corner (T) Prompt: Hawkeye goes undercover to a Red Room auction where 'retired' Black Widows are sold.

morning, his place | AO3 by fadedwings  (PG13; no warnings apply) Prompt: morning, his place burnt toast, sunday you keep his shirt he keeps his word and for once you let go of your fears and your ghosts one step, not much but it said enough

Overture | AO3 by @alphaflyer (T; no warnings apply) Prompt: When the circus/carnival stops in Ohio, a young Clint Barton meets a young Natasha. Or met, and this is now in the future...

playing yourself | AO3 by fadedwings (PG; no warnings apply; Clint/Natasha/Bucky, Kate/America) Prompt: "Is it weird to play as yourself in a video game?"

quiet my fears with the touch of your hand | tumblr by @quietlyimplode (PG; panic attacks) Prompt: quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Rodeo Man | tumblr by @chaed (T; no warnings apply) Prompt: When they told me what you were doing, I wanted to stay in bed. And now that I’m here, I’m thinking that maybe I should have. 

Run Away Now Part 1 & Part 2 | AO3 by @poppypickle (PG13; choose not to warn) Prompt: speak now or forever hold your peace

The Girl of His Dreams | AO3 by ltra_fic (Rated PG/K+; mentions of Natasha's canon death in Endgame) Prompt: "Didn't you hear? You're dead."

The Last Testament of Steven G Rogers by chaed (T; no warnings given) Prompt: Pick an AU and go wild - 1940s mafia AU

The Laundry Day Incident | AO3 by kiss_me_cassie (PG; no warnings apply; OT3) Prompt: The Laundry Day Incident

The Rub | AO3 by alphaflyer (T; no warnings apply) Prompt: I Dream of Jeannie AU: Clint is the Genie and Natasha is the Astronaut.

The Yelena Belova Checklist For Ensuring Your Sister Is Not Dating An Asshole | AO3 by alphaflyer (M; no warnings apply) Prompt: The Yelena Belova Checklist For Ensuring Your Sister Is Not Dating An Asshole

this is a very old story | AO3 by inkvoices (PG13; aftermath of canon character death) Prompt: Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

Unlike me by quietlyimplode (PG; trauma/shower scene though non graphic) Prompt: One so traumatized that the other has to take care of them and tell them what to do.

Untitled Fill by quietlyimplode (no rating/warnings given) Prompt: Walking the city at 3 am because they can't sleep

Untitled Fill by quietlyimplode (no rating given; no warnings apply) Prompt: The bed is soft and safe and they don't want to get up

No Shelf Control | AO3 by franztastisch (T; no warnings apply) Prompt: Nottinghill (inspired) AU - Clint runs or works at a bookshop, Natasha is a famous actor.

Vormir Took My Soul | AO3 | tumblr by iriel3000 (Teen; no warnings apply) Prompt: "i spent half of my time loving her and the other half hiding how much i loved her." - the seven husbands of evelyn hugo

Whatever It Takes...to Get Her Back | AO3 by iriel3000 (T; language; fix-it fic, happy ending) Prompt:"Remember, you have to return the stones at the exact same moment we took them or you're gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities."

[nat-seal-well]

you get a snippet from chapter 11 because it's my goal to have this part finished by the end of the week lol

For all of Nat’s love of museums, Marin's never had any interest in them. Not in the art ones. They’ve always preferred the science exhibits—the life-sized scale orcas, with the family tree branches of each pod, the models of planets, or the anatomy ones that pick apart all the inner workings of the body. Or the fossils: history that happened so long ago that the only evidence they ever existed at all are corpses preserved in stone. But never art. The paintings, the portraits of people long dead by the time they’re hung on too-white walls, always made them uncomfortable. 

It reminds them of the way people always talk about famous authors. They’re dead, but immortalized in the works they left behind. 

Phrases like that are just… meaningless. They’re empty words to make the concept of death easier for the living to swallow. Can’t you see how you linger on, even after your heart stops? Your voice will sound for generations, printed in ink, preserved. You are a god. It doesn’t matter that it won’t make you any less dead. Focus on the lies instead. 

Portraits make them feel the same way. The people in them are dead, but here, in the gilded frames, it’s easier to ignore that fact. The paints and the canvas capture their likeness as ideally as possible, because whoever paid to have the works done had more than enough to spare and the one holding the brush made damn sure to make a good impression. Look at how less frightening the promise of oblivion is when this perfect version of you will remain forever.  It doesn’t matter that your name will be lost to time. It doesn’t matter that no one will know who you are, as long as some small scrap of you remains. As long as any part of you remains. To be forgotten is true death.

[ofdreamsxpride]

Hello everyone! I am open for commissions and taking limited slots at this time. Currently 1 slot is taken out of 3. I will keep my slots open for about a month or until all 3 slots are filled up. Reblogs are appreciated. Commission types I accept: + Guys and girls. Mild nudity okay. Furries maybe* * I'm still new to animal anatomy. You may ask for examples that I have drawn in the past.

Commission types I do not accept:

-- real people, mecha, and gore.

Highly prefer waist-up commissions to cut down on time. Drawing two characters may take longer to work on.

You can message me on here but I would highly recommend you e-mail me so I don't lose your message. [sometimes tumblr does not always notify me messages.]

Also PLEASE READ MY TERMS OF SERVICE ON MY ART PORTFOLIO PAGE BEFORE REQUESTING A COMMISSION.

If you have any questions please let me know!

[annikavelde]

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.:ANATOMY:. Head: LeLutka - Ceylon Body: Ebody - Reborn Hair: Yomi - Kaida Hair *NEW* @ The Warehouse Sale Eyes: Insomnia Angel - Spiral Wave Eyes *NEW* @ The Warehouse Sale Tongue: The Deadboy - Morus Tongue Tattoos: Dappa - Sinner

.:CLOTHING:. Hat: ONEDAYs - Seungmin Min Hat *NEW* @ The Warehouse Sale Lollipop: The Deadboy - Lick or Treat Collar: Random Matter - Cermet Collar - Love Me V2 Jacket: SEUL - Nat Hoodie - Cross Shirt: SoapBerry - Riley Shirt *NEW* @ The Warehouse Sale Bra: RENIE - Ellie Bikini Top Socks: DAE - FXST Sock Shoes: DAE - FXST Furry Slippers - Emo

.:SCENE:. Background: BH9 - The Bedroom  Spiral Art: 7 - David’s Dream Pose: Versuta - Junee

[amoxicillin-tangent]

i. my name is abby, and my pronouns are she/her & they/them!

ii. my approach to writing is very...chaotic! i write when inspiration hits, and i don't really plan out anything i write, yet it somehow ends up coming together into something beautiful at the end. well, most of the time, anyways.

iii. poems: the mother by gwendolyn brooks, tulips by sylvia plath, i died for beauty but was scarce by emily dickinson, two-headed calf by laura gilpin, landscape with the fall of icarus by william carlos williams, how do i love thee [sonnet 43] by elizabeth barrett browning, many in aftertimes will say of you by christina rossetti, sonnet 130 by shakespeare, i found orpheus levitating by nick carbo, even before your elbow knocked over the glass by emily rosko, remote disjunctions by mónica de la torre, aspiration by tian-ai, "the animal that is most vulnerable is usually the most cruel / it is impossible to separate it from what it remembers" by precious okoyomon, born. living. will. die. by camonghne felix, what he thought belly down, when I was 8 years old by duriel e. harris, glossolalia by eugenia leigh, farnaz by farnaz fatemi, lion by tina chang, the dark night (xviii) by may sinclair, [since feeling is first] by e.e. cummings, the city by nathalie handal, good grief by kb brookins, for the bird singing before dawn by kim stafford, [subterranean / dreaming grace roots] by nat raha, not by stephanie cawley

^so sorry for all of that, i've been needing to get these out of my system for a minute now.

iv. i like to explore topics of deep and varied and nuanced emotion, of mental illness and the complications of human interaction, and of what it means to be a lesbian in our world as it stands. my favorite specific imageries are flowers, birds, architecture, human anatomy, war as a metaphor for emotion, and nature as a reflection of humanity.

v. i wrote a lot of [very rudimentary attempts at] poetry, some prose/fiction, and occasionally dabbled in visual art but found i had no real penchant for that, haha.

vi. i have a WHOLE bunch of prose in progress, but most of it is fanfic. i'm trying to regain some passion for my original novels, but so far that's been pretty hit-or-miss. i'm also attempting to write a poem every day, and to be more open to sharing my writing.

vii. poetry, i create anywhere that inspiration strikes me. i've written poems on restaurant napkins, candy wrappers, receipts, even on my own hand if i truly don't have a writing surface nearby. digitally, i keep all my poetry on evernote and transfer it over to google docs if i'm sharing it with someone.

for prose, i mainly write at home in bed, on my couch, or at work. oddly enough, inspiration tends to strike me at work and i always keep a google doc open on the other screen in case i have an idea while i'm working on a call.

viii. i'd KILL to have tea with sappho of lesbos. i'd have to learn greek first, but i'm up for the challenge. or: literally ANY of my online writer friends, they're all so talented.

Nosebleed Club Interview

Introduce yourself to your fellow writers / artists in the community (everyone can do this)! This can be a good way to discover other writers / artists as well. Please reblog with your responses

1. Name / Pronouns? 2. How would you describe your approach to writing / creating art? 3. Literature / art / films you’d recommend? 4. What are some themes / imageries you like to explore in your work? 5. What type of art did you make during your childhood? 6. What are you currently working on? 7. Where do you like to write / create art? 8. Which writers / artists (dead or alive) would you like to get coffee / brunch / dinner with?

[skialdi]

Have this with absolutely no context. If you know, you know~

@reigningsniper 🖤

[xs-xs]

click hereeeee

[eristhenat]

Some hand studies, plus process. c:

[pigeon-princess]

Your art is so amazing oh my god!!! I wish I could draw my DND characters as well as you, omg. Do you have any advice for outfit design and character poses?? Thank you so much, may you be blessed with Nat 20s!!

AWW THANK you so much! Here's a few things I can think of that might help you out!

Don't be afraid to use references and look at photographs.

Create a folder on your computer to save artwork from your favourite artists or poses and other images that can inspire you.

I know pinterest can be a bit iffy because a lot of artworks get uploaded and stolen on there but if you're looking for particular references or want to create a board to help get some ideas, I would reccomend it.

The "Morpho: Anatomy for artists" books by Michel Lauricella are my favourite books for learning posing and anatomy

Definitely don't try to trace or directly copy anyones work but take little parts from them to inspire your own

I hope that was helpful haha!

[cryptkidexe-arts]

Wow.

This took so long and I’m trash I’m so sorry. I am not accustomed to drawing animals at all even though I love them and want to be better at it. ;; v ;; 

Anyway, Yeena was AMAZINGLY fun to draw!!

And out of respect for your touch meme drawing I settled with a respectful fist bump among acquaintances! 

 Hope you like it!! This gorgeous Yeena belongs to @seiishindraws​! Thanks again for letting me do this! 🌸

[Feel free to reblog just don’t repost <3 ]

[becswritesstuff]

Arm sketches

Summary:Reader is an art student and has to do anatomy studies.

Pairing:Bucky Barnes x Artist!reader (the reader is female)

Warnings:Fluff,some angst(?),swearing words,bad writing.

A/N: I went kinda self indulgent here😳. I haven't write in a while and i'm a bit rusty. Also,english is not my first language so i'm so sorry for the grammar errors.

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Y/n was walking barefoot down the hallway just feeling the cold touch of the marble floor on her feet. Her father was a very close friend of Tony's so when she got accepted in one of the most prestigious art schools in New York City to start her art career,he didn't hesitate to offer her a place to stay at the tower in exchange of helping them with design for suits and other prototypes.

She was walking carefully trying not to wake anyone when a solid figure appeared behind her closing the door of the respective room.

"You are going to catch a cold".

Y/n continued walking even though her heart skipped a few beats.

"Jesus Christ,Steve! You almost gave me a heart attack" Y/n said with rubbing a hand over her heart.

"You shouldn't be walking barefoot" he replied arriving with the girl at the kitchen,where Bucky and Sam were waiting for him.

"The thing is, why are you awake at-" Sam turned his head to look at the clock on the wall. "Almost six in the morning?"

Y/n rolled her eyes smirking at him.

"Well,Samuel, i have this art project which i may or may not started brand new like hundred times since yesterday. So,yeah i'm awake because i need more coffee". she finished her statement while pouring black coffee on her mug.

"More coffee?!" the super soldier who haven't said a word until that moment said with concern in his tone. "Did you slept last night?"

She scoffed inhaling through her nose. "Of course i slept last night" she tried with all her being to sound normal,trying to disguise the pitch voice that could reveal the truth.

"The bags under your eyes tell me otherwise" Bucky said with sassiness sipping his coffee.

"The bag under your eyes tell me otherwise" she mocked back clearly annoyed with the man.

"Say whatever you want,doll,but you know i'm right. You should take better care of yourself"

She looked at him,her glare went soft at the moment she saw his blue irises filled with a comforting feeling.

"I know" she said after a long sigh. " I just,this anatomy class is getting on my nerves,i'm trying to make things right." with her eyes almost glossy,Sam put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out." Steve finished their little meeting in the kitchen with a white smile.

After a few words of encouragement,they were gone.

She spent the two hours before going to her class,doing and doing again the anatomy sketches that were driving her crazy.

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Her academic journey for the day finished between tears,frustration and a panic attack. How fucking hard was it? what was she doing wrong?.

She made it to the tower one hour later,after trying to get her shit together,the last thing Y/n wanted was a group of people asking her about what was wrong and maybe giving her more pressure.That people was her new family,she loved them with all her heart but right now it wasn't a good time for that.

She stormed right to her room after saying quick hellos to Clint and Nat who where watching a movie in the living room.

Back at her room and studio,she just screamed into her pillow,frustration getting the best of her.

She had a task of draw multiple sketches of dynamic poses for tomorrow. This was going to be a long evening and night,that's for sure.

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A soft knock on her door brought the girl back to reality.

"Can i come in? i brought you something" his sweet voice felt like magic to her ears.Maybe she was being selfilsh with the others,but she could never deny him something.

"It's open" she replied from her desk.

Bucky entered in the room,it was messy,a lot of papers on the floor,the little bin in the corner filled with more papers,books displayed all over her desk....and she didn't look better than that morning,the difference was that at least she wasn't wearing her pajamas.

"You dind't talked to us when you came" he said with a little pout. " I didn't know if you ate something already so i bring you some cookies" a little china plate was placed on a small corner of her desk which was free of chaotic artist things.

She felt her heart melting at the gesture.

"Thank you,Buck,really" she was so thankful for him and the cookies but at that moment her stomach was filled with anxiety so no eating for now.

Y/n turned her chair back at the desk,ready to continue with her sketch.But something wasn't right,she could feel Bucky's eyes following all her movements.

"Is that an arm?"

"Yeah,it is. I have to do multiple studies of arms in dynamic poses. It's a pain in the ass."

He went silent for a moment until a small smile apoeared on his lips.He had an idea.

"Maybe if you had a model it would be easier"

She meet his eyes,confusion filling hers.

"Are you saying that i should paint your arm?" that came out more wierd that she thought.

"Only if you want...i don't know,i'm just trying to help you."

She thought for a moment,a lot of ideas crossing through her mind.

"Oh my god yes! I can draw your metal arm! Oh my god that's the best idea ever! I'm going to have you in different poses,in different angles with all this lighting." she said excitedly rumaging trhough all her desk in search of the best pencils.

"Are you sure?" all her excitement took him by surprise,he wasn't refering to his metal arm,but seeing her this motivated changed his mind.

"Of course i'm sure! Go on,take your shirt off" she flinched a little by the comment,this wasn't the context she would like to say it but it wasn't bad. Right?.

They spent the next few hours together,their little painting session,long gone with some of the best works she had done,at least she thought that and was really proud.

At night,after their good night hug,she went to sleep for the first time in days,feeling complete and proud of herself.

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Frustration,anger,sadness were some of the feelings she was having...how do you have to feel when you put all of your heart into something just to be crushed by someone else's opinion?. How did she has to feel when the anatomy teacher put a big "F" on her work and the words "i was expecting you to give me some arms studies in dynamic poses not just robotic piece of wanna be arm.That's garbage." left their mouth?

Desvastation was a big word but that was totally her life now.Failure and desvastation.

When she came home and Bucky asked her about her day with a big smile on his face just waiting to hear about how the teacher praised her work,her entire world went to the ground.

She cried,she cried so hard that they believed she was going to throw up. Bucky's reaction was immediately to brought her to his room,just doing breathing exercices to calm her down.

She explained to him what happend between sobs. He lied with her on his bed,the two of them looking at the ceiling.

"You know,your teacher is right"

"What the hell" she stood from the bed so quickly that some pillows fell to the floor. "They asked me for arm studies.I gave them arm studies.Period"

"They asked you for an arm,a real arm,a flesh one not a bunch of vibranium" his words fell from his mouth like venom.A part of him was hurt,that was the way people saw him? some kind of robot? just a killer machine?. And on the other half really wanted to comfort her,but he was ashamed,ashamed of himself. It felt like everything was his fault.

"That's all bullshit and you know it. For fuck's shake,Buck,don't be stupid"

Frustration,anger,sadness were some of the feelings she was having...how do you have to feel when you put all of your heart into something just to be crushed by someone else's opinion?. How did she has to feel when the anatomy teacher put a big "F" on her work and the words "i was expecting you to give me some arms studies in dynamic poses not just robotic piece of wanna be arm.That's garbage." left their mouth?

Desvastation was a big word but that was totally her life now.Failure and desvastation.

When she came home and Bucky asked her about her day with a big smile on his face just waiting to hear about how the teacher praised her work,her entire world went to the ground.

She cried,she cried so hard that they believed she was going to throw up. Bucky's reaction was immediately to brought her to his room,just doing breathing exercices to calm her down.

She explained to him what happend between sobs. He lied with her on his bed,the two of them looking at the ceiling.

"You know,your teacher is right"

"What the hell" she stood from the bed so quickly that some pillows fell to the floor. "They asked me for arm studies.I gave them arm studies.Period"

"They asked you for an arm,a real arm,a flesh one not a bunch of vibranium" his words fell from his mouth like venom.A part of him was hurt,that was the way people saw him? some kind of robot? just a killer machine?. And on the other half really wanted to comfort her,but he was ashamed,ashamed of himself. It felt like everything was his fault.

"That's all bullshit and you know it. For fuck's shake,Buck,don't be stupid"

Frustration,anger,sadness were some of the feelings she was having...how do you have to feel when you put all of your heart into something just to be crushed by someone else's opinion?. How did she has to feel when the anatomy teacher put a big "F" on her work and the words "i was expecting you to give me some arms studies in dynamic poses not just robotic piece of wanna be arm.That's garbage." left their mouth?

Desvastation was a big word but that was totally her life now.Failure and desvastation.

When she came home and Bucky asked her about her day with a big smile on his face just waiting to hear about how the teacher praised her work,her entire world went to the ground.

She cried,she cried so hard that they believed she was going to throw up. Bucky's reaction was immediately to brought her to his room,just doing breathing exercices to calm her down.

She explained to him what happend between sobs. He lied with her on his bed,the two of them looking at the ceiling.

"You know,your teacher is right"

"What the hell" she stood from the bed so quickly that some pillows fell to the floor. "They asked me for arm studies.I gave them arm studies.Period"

"They asked you for an arm,a real arm,a flesh one not a bunch of vibranium" his words fell from his mouth like venom.A part of him was hurt,that was the way people saw him? some kind of robot? just a killer machine?. And on the other half really wanted to comfort her,but he was ashamed,ashamed of himself. It felt like everything was his fault.

"That's all bullshit and you know it. For fuck's shake,Buck,don't be stupid"

The room went silent again.

"I need to tell you something" she started with her voice full of emotion."Art is sujective. Some people only care about the visual feeling,like when they see a painting some of them qualify it as beautiful if the colors are pretty or if the brush strokes are impecable,they don't seem to care about the meanint behind it,and believe almost all of the pieces of art have a meaning even if its silly. You coul see the most sordid painting,the most dark,the most messy and maybe it has the most beautiful meaning you could think of." he looked at her,at her fresh tears rolling down her cheecks,admiring the way she talked,so passionate.

"What i want to say is,sometimes people find beauty in simple things and others can find beauty in things other people can't see. And i see that beauty in your arm,for my teacher it can be a bunch of metal but they don't see what i see and it infuriates me. You are a walking piece of art,Bucky Barnes and it's poetic at the same time.Where all this people only see the bad things, i see a warm touch despite the cold vibranium,colors that amaze me with all the lighting changes...just like a rough painting that no one would like but when the find all the mean behind it,they grow to love it."

At this point,both of them were sobbing,hugging each other like their lives depend on it. 

"I'm going to paint you again and if they don't like i'm going to do it again and again until they undertand that you are art for me".

[annikavelde]

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