#painting every color for you

[galatially]

❝𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐈: truthfully

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 x 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — and if i could say anything, i would say that it will always be you; it's hard being in love with your coworkers

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 560

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — strong language, pining, general fluff

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — this was, at one point, just gonna be one part but it's far too much story for just one part lol

Steve Rogers was a menace — and he didn’t even know it. 

When you’d met the First Avenger, as expected, you’d been taken aback at just how…bright he was. Everything about him was bright and warm and nestled between your ribcage like a kitten cuddled into its mother. He was always sweet and polite, never without a smile on his face when you spoke, completely different from the kind of men you’d come across in your lifetime. 

And damn you for being so aware of him. Whether he came into the med bay or popped his head into you and Dr. Helen Cho’s shared office, your senses heightened. You noticed the lilt of his words or the one stray hair that was always hanging between his brows in a boy-next-door kind of way. Only people that didn’t realize their effects on others spoke like that, unfazed. 

You’d intellectualized your feelings as normal chemical reactions in the brain: the muscle simply going through the machinations of being around someone attractive. Dopamine, norepinephrine cortisol, and the serotinergic system working in tandem. Simple explanations for simple reactions. 

You’re a woman of science, after all. 

“Bitch, just fuck him and move on,” your best friend, Serena, said, her eye roll coloring her tone.

You cradled your cell phone between your cheek and your ear as your grabbed a bottle of wine from your fridge. “I like my job, Rena.” 

“And what does that have to do with letting that fine specimen of man break your back into next year?”

An airy laugh left your chest. “He doesn’t see me in that way and I’m not some lovesick teenager.”

“Nat says that he asks about you all the time.”

“Your girlfriend also took six months to ask you out,” you countered. You worked the cork out of the mouth of the bottle and poured a hefty glass. 

Serena let out a dreamy sigh. “I know, right? She’s so precious.”

“I’m telling her you said that.”

“And I’m telling you that you need to make your move and ride that — ”

“Good night, Serena,” you said, disconnecting the call. You took a sip of wine, mulling over your best friend’s words. As embarrassing as it was to admit, your crush on Steve — obvious or not — could never be. You both worked together and he was…well, him. If the two of you were to break up, it’d be the only thing people talked about. No longer would you be a decorated private physician, you’d be the woman that got dumped by Captain America. 

Your phone buzzed again; a text from the golden man in question. 

I hope you had a good day today :)

One day, when you were bold enough, you’d get Natasha Romanoff right in the jaw for giving Steve your number. He’d only recently started messaging you and every notification made your stomach flip in a way that you could only describe as violent. 

You chewed the inside of your cheek as your fingers slowly typed out a response.

I did! How was —

No, too eager.

Oh, you know, just another day in the bay! :):)

You almost threw your phone at that one. What was this, fourth grade? 

I hope you had a good day, too, Captain :)

You turned your phone on its face and groaned out loud. 

You really fucking hated liking Steve Rogers. 

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — are y'all ready for my interpretation on "they only shared one bed"?

[myokk]

In one swift move, he scoops her up and places her so that she's sitting on the window-ledge, the dusky light of the sunset illuminating her from behind and making her wispy flyaway hairs a golden halo around her. Sebastian's breath catches in his throat - has he ever seen anything so beautiful as her in that moment? - she's staring up at him, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, her breathing shallow and anticipation in her eyes.

From my oneshot, clumsy🫶🫶🫶

(requested by @holdmymallowsweet 🤭 my fellow light lover🫶)01

[binart]

Astarion.. HATE this guy 😩😳🥰

[spkyart]

They asked for no pickles

[warningsine]

For you see, my room-mate is... unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe... Blonde.

[dorothywonderland]

"She had us in just two words"

[bacchuschucklefuck]

official finish-this-sketch-how-you-want post idk what to call thisSAMPLE TEXT

hi! I miss drawing with people in a café and some folks mentioned they'd like to mess with my sketches themselves and that sounds cool so this is now a thing. if u play gartic phone this is basically the complement mode! but without the fucking ring noise that freaks you out right when you're getting into the flow of it

few things are 1/there's no hard deadline! take this at ur own pace if u do, but 2/I'll also be finishing this sketch and I estimate it to take around uhh 3 to 4 days? from the time this is posted. so if that's a structure u like then let's aim for something done in that timespan as well! and 3/if u finish ur piece and post it and want me to see it the best way to do that is to @ this blog! above all we go into this one determined to have fun and enjoy. I already bought u a matcha latte with oat milk sorry if u don't want that

here I got u today a sketch that's supposed to be Riz Gukgak (SY) (grey bg version and transparent version for ur ease of peruse)

remember to have fun & be urself & finish ur drink & see u in 4 or 5

[beebfreeb]

Hiya! I'd like to ask how do you do your ms paint art? Do you first make the outlines and then colours, or perhaps vice versa? I really adore your ms paint art and would love to know the process (for practice purposes:))

Depends! My two strategies, featuring Cactus Gunman of Gregory Horror Show fame:

I often just color right on top of my sketches when I'm being silly + designing characters + just trying to figure out what something looks like (and tend to use this to fiddle with details and colors) It's usually quicker for me to end up with something that I'm happy with.

Most of the time when I bother to do separate, cleaner line art, it's because I'm making a graphic for my website. LOL. I think it feels a little more cartoonish-silly, which is usually what I'm going for when I decide to do this. It's also a bit harder to make large changes to whatever I'm drawing, so I'm usually working off of a messier thing I've already made.

(Technically, I no longer use MS Paint and instead use Aseprite due to becoming a Linux user, but nothing has really changed about the way I draw + all of this can be done in MS Paint just fine.)

[tekatonic]

the end of 2023 is nigh so i guess it's time to post the MS Paint Guy Collections

[coern-art-very-cool-and-nice]

encore nnks

[skunkes]

i have GOT to learn how to draw like [80's animated movie]

[galatially]

❝𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐈𝐈𝐈: feelings

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 x 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — and if i could say anything, i would say that it will always be you; you hadn't expected to have to ask for help, but when you do, it's from the one person you wished it wasn't

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 2.3K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — strong language, pining, general fluff

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — gasp! she updated!

It’s said that things come in threes. 

Your shoelace coming apart this morning should’ve been the first sign. The second sign would’ve been when you dropped your coffee in the parking lot on the way into the office. Standing in front of your landlord as he told you that your apartment was water damaged finished the trio. 

“I’ve called the tenants upstairs but they’re on vacation.”

“Why would they leave the patio door open when they weren’t going to be home? The rain’s been horrible this week.” Your eyes scanned all of your damaged furniture and appliances; there goes your vacation fund. 

“They’re kids, Y/N, you know how that goes,” your landlord says, waving his hand. 

“No, I don’t. I’m not made of money and I don’t leave kids in charge of an entire apartment.” You let out a hard sigh as you looked at the gaping hole in your ceiling. “How long until everything’s fixed?”

He lifted a shoulder. “A week, maybe two. Depends on what the contractors say.”

Great. Just fucking great. 

If you were being honest, you should’ve moved out years ago. Sure, the rent compared to the nicer buildings in Brooklyn was fairly decent but the things that you had to put up with for the sake of said rent in a shitty studio apartment was bullshit. You ran a hand down your face and told your landlord to keep you posted as you dialed Serena’s number.

“Hey, girl!”

“Nat’s not there, is she?”

“Uh…” You heard shuffling and the closing of a door. “What’s wrong?”

“You won’t believe it.” You let out a shaky chuckle, your free hand on your forehead. “My apartment’s flooded. All of that shitty furniture that I’ve been meaning to replace, the new bed frame that I just got. All gone.” You put a hand to your forehead, your eyes and nose starting to burn from the tears threatening to spill. “Can I come over? The more I keep looking at everything, I’m going to have a mental break.” 

“Of course! Let me get my keys and I’ll be over, okay?”

“So, don’t freak out, but Nat and I have company over.”

You and Serena had just pulled into her parking space when the air suddenly thickened. She’d turned the ignition off and turned to face you, her features twisted with worry.

“Okay…?”

“Steve’s in there.”

Had you been a teenager again, you’d have found a way to make your damaged apartment livable. What’s a water damaged loveseat when the man that you’ve fantasized about is less than twenty feet away? But you were fucking exhausted and the last thing you cared about was Steven Grant Rogers seeing you in your grubby scrubs and your braids slipping from the bun you’d put them in this morning. 

“I’ll be fine, Rena. I just want to take a shower and sleep.”

Serena nodded and walked towards the house, leaving you to follow after her in silence. She left the door behind her like she had been since you were in high school and you heard the prevalent voices of some of the Avengers carrying towards you.

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming!”

Natasha stood up and pulled you into your arms. You and the redhead became fast friends from the moment you’d set foot into Avengers Tower. You both had the same wry sense of humor and often found yourselves at the same bar on Eighty-Sixth street. She was one of the best partners Serena ever had and, while she teased you about it often, she was supportive when you let slip your crush on Steve. 

“Hey, Nat.” 

She pulled back, her brows furrowed. “What happened?”

As you opened your mouth, you saw a familiar pair of blue eyes on you. He moved to his knees and your eyes went back to Natasha’s. “Is it okay if I tell you later? I’m really tired.” 

She nodded and you walked back towards their guest room, still feeling Steve’s eyes on you.

You awoke to the smell of fresh coffee.

When you reached out for your phone on the end table, you remembered that you weren’t in your apartment and that you left your phone in your pants pocket on the floor. You turned your gaze towards the ceiling and let out a long sigh. 

“Y/N?” Natasha spoke from behind the closed door. “How you feeling?”

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, a half smile drawing in the corner of your mouth. “Could be better. But what’s new?”

She opened the door further and walked into the room, sliding into bed beside you. She took hold of your hand and rested her head on your shoulder. At first, you were confused. Not with the sudden affection or her closeness, but with how she knew that’s what you needed in this moment. 

“You want me to deal with those kids upstairs? I’ll make sure they pay you back in spades.”

You laughed. “Nah. Maybe I can finally make myself look for a new place.” You rested your head against hers. “I’m trying to think about it positively so that I don’t burn the whole complex down.”

“Say the word and Buck and I’ll start gathering supplies.”

“Don’t give him another reason to be a menace,” you said, snorting. “The amount of tending to he needs on a biweekly basis is insane.”

“Steve’s not far behind him.” You heard the lilt in her words. “He was asking about you after you went to bed last night.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t play coy,” Nat deadpanned, “We all know that you like him.”

“It’s fucking annoying! I’m twenty-nine years old and I can barely look the man in the eyes!”

“I think it’s cute.”

You bumped your shoulder with hers. “I’m being serious, Nat! It’s embarrassing!”

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t think so.”

You waved off her words. “Anyway, I’ll try to find a hotel or something later on today.”

The redhead’s brows furrowed. “For what?” 

“I’m not about to take up space from you guys if I don’t have to.”

She scoffed. “You wouldn’t be taking up space, Y/N, Jesus. We have a spare room for a reason.”

“And one bathroom,” you deadpanned. “I don’t know about you, but Serena needs at least seventy-five percent of the bathroom to herself.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Nat chuckled. “Do you know anyone that has an extra room or a couch to crash on?”

You shrugged. “Most of my friends from medical school are either married, in a relationship, or halfway across the country. My mom lives in Georgia. Both of my sisters are in Jersey.”

“You could ask Tony if he’s willing to let you stay in one of his many unused properties in Brooklyn.”

You wrinkled your nose. “That’s crossing a line regardless of how close Tony and I are.”

“Bucky?”

“He just got his new place, right? I don’t want to overwhelm him.”

You both looked at each other, the question lingering heavy. You knew that he’d let you, it’s just his nature. Always looking out for people in need. 

But living together, even if for a little while, would muddy things up for you. It was easy to hide your feelings when you could escape to your own place and let them pool at your feet. But to live with him? Even if was temporary, your stomach twisted with worry. You could live in your happy denial and be was none the wiser for it. 

But being temporarily displaced would eventually affect your work. You loved working at Avengers Tower. It was luck that even got you the position and you were damn good at it. 

You let out a long sigh. “Can you hand me my phone?” 

Nat’s lips drew up as she leaned over the side of the bed. “Are you going to call him?”

You gave her your a flat look. “Please, don’t. You can joke all you want because Steve’s practically a sibling to you. I, on the other hand, have to keep from speaking Simlish whenever he so much as looks at me.”

She snickered, handing you your phone. “You’ve clearly never seen him choke on his own tongue whenever you’re in the room.”

Your eyes looked towards the door. “Do you mind? In case he tells me no and I have to die of embarrassment.” Nat started making kissing noises and poking at the side of your face. “If I didn’t know that you’d put me in a hospital, I’d bite your finger off.”

“If I didn’t see you as a sister, I’d let you, free of charge,” she retorted, rising from the bed. You wrinkled your nose when she said your name. “Even if he says no, which he won’t, Rena and I will make room for you.” She held up her hand, a bemused smirk on her lips. “Before you even say it, it’s not a problem or a burden. You’re family. Deal with it.”

You pursed your lips for a few moments before you spoke, your voice small. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to doing anything for me just because you’re dating my best friend.”

“And I don’t want you to think that I don’t love you just as much as she does,” Nat replied. “We’re friends of our own accord and if I want to help you, let me.” You opened your mouth but she stopped you with a raise of her brow. “Are you about to say that we’re not friends?”

“Of course not!”

“Okay, then.” She nodded towards your phone. “Call Steve and then come eat breakfast.” She closed the door behind her and you were left with the crushing realization of your circumstances. 

You took a deep breath and pressed the call button underneath Steve’s contact photo. 

“Y/N?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you hated it. Even hearing his voice over the phone sent your hormones into overdrive. 

“Hey — er, good morning, Captain,” you cleared your throat, “how are you?”

Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth. 

“I’m fine. Is everything okay?”

You gulped. “This is kind of embarrassing but I have a favor to ask.”

He answered so quickly you thought you misheard him. “Anything.”

You let out a nervous chuckle. “I haven’t even asked the favor.”

“Whatever you need from me is yours.”

A warmth gathered in the pit of your stomach and bloomed throughout your body. His voice was low and husky, finality dripping from the words. 

“I’m not sure you’ll think the same once you hear the favor, Captain.”

He chuckled. “Steve, sweetheart. Outside of the tower, I’m Steve.” You stuttered out an affirmative. “Now, what’s the favor?”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “My apartment is flooded and I was wondering if you had any spare room? It’s completely fine if you don’t, I just — ”

“Do you need to grab anything from your apartment? I don’t have much in the way of toiletries but I do have some spare clothes for you to change into, if you need.”

He said yes. 

He actually said yes?

“I — ”

“How do you feel about motorcycles?”

A light chuckle tumbled from your lips. “I haven’t ridden on one since high school but I’m flexible.”

“Great.” You heard faint shuffling and the jingling of keys. “You’re at Nat and Serena’s, right? I need to run out and get some things but I’ll swing by and pick you up after, okay?”

You were floored. You’d expected a bit of groveling on your end and the polite decline that would’ve put you back at square one. 

“I can’t even begin to thank you, C — Steve. Truly.”

His voice softened. “I meant what I said; anything you need from me is yours.” 

Fuck.

“In any case,” you cleared your throat, “you’re doing me a huge favor and I owe you one.” You looked at the digital clock on the nightstand; half past eight. “So, I should be ready by ten?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Okay. Thank you again.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. It’s my pleasure,” he said. “I’ll see you at ten.”

“See you.” The call disconnected and climbed out of the bed, mechanically making your way towards the kitchen. 

“What’s up?” Nat asked, her brow raised. “What’d he say?”

“He’s coming to get me at ten.” Your voice sounded foreign to your ears. 

Serena set a mug of coffee down in front of you, concern bowing her brows. “Is that a good thing?” 

“I’m…still processing that part.” 

“Uh-uh,” Nat turned your chair towards her, forcing your eyes to meet, “Don’t start overthinking this, Y/N Y/L/N. He’s not doing this just to be polite and he’s damn sure not doing it to make himself look better. He genuinely likes you.”

“Let’s say that I believe you, okay? What does he like about me? We don’t talk outside of work, we barely talk at work. Once we’re in the same space, we have to get to know each other. Every quirk, every flaw. If he gets to see the person that I am outside of the office and doesn’t like what he sees, what do I do with that?”

Nat frowned some. “You’re putting him on a pedestal he doesn’t deserve, Y/N. He’s who he is by circumstance, not by design. And as far as him not liking you for who you are, he’d be fucking lucky to even get so much as a glance from you.”

“And if he so much as says anything about your cute little snores, I’ll kick his ass all up and down the Brooklyn Bridge,” Serena warned.

You smiled. 

“The point is,” Nat continued, “neither one of you know each other and, while this is a bit unorthodox, you could fix that. If by the end of the week you don’t want to stay there, just call us and we’ll figure something out.” She raised a hand, stopping your next words. “Again, if you say another word about how you’re a burden to your friends, I’m going to hang you off the side of the Empire State building.”

The corners of your mouth lifted as you took another sip of your coffee. “Love you, too, Nat.”

She smiled warmly. “Hurry up and eat before Cap gets here.”

By nine forty-five, you were showered, moisturized, and out of your day old scrubs waiting in the living room with Serena and Natasha watching a movie. 

“Why do you like this movie, Y/N? It’s so ridiculous!”

Your mouth gaped at your best friend. “Um, excuse you! This is one of the best rom-coms ever! What’s more romantic than a marketing executive falling in love with a chef through the power of food and magic?”

“She can’t cook!” Nat argued.

“That’s where the magic crab comes in!”

A knock on the door made you pause, your pulse kicking up. 

“Come in!” Serena called out. 

The door opened, Steve’s eyes lighting up when he sees you. “Hey.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Hey.”

“What the fuck, Cap, you’re just going to ignore me in my own house?” Natasha stood up from the couch and moved to pull the Avenger into a hug. “I thought you were coming at ten?”

“I got done with my errands earlier than I expected and was in the neighborhood.” He pulled back and shot a smile to Serena. “Mornin’, Rena.”

“Morning, Stevie.”

His blue eyes found yours again. “You ready?”

You nodded and rose to your feet. Serena pulled you into a hug. 

“Thanks for letting me stay, Rena.”

“Of course! You’re my person, the Maxine to my Khadijah.” She pulled back, a smile in her face. “I’m here whenever you need me.”

“I love you, too, bitch.”

“All right, lovebirds, I want a hug, too,” Nat teased, playfully pushing her girlfriend away to wrap her arms around your shoulders. “Take care of yourself and don’t be afraid to call us if you need anything at all.”

“I will. I’ll see you at work.”

“God, I hope not,” she joked. 

You rolled your eyes and turned to Steve. “Lead the way.” 

You both walked onto the porch and as you were making your way to his bike, he stopped you with his hand. You turned to look at him. “Yes?”

“I just — I’m glad you called.”

You smiled. “I’m glad you picked up. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course.” He nodded towards his bike. “You used to ride?”

“I had a few partners that did in high school and college.” You smirked, walking down the porch steps. “I was going to get my license after I graduated but my residency kind of took over.”

“Would you still want to?”

You shrugged. “Maybe one day when I have time.”

Steve hummed to himself before asking, “Did we have to stop by your apartment to grab anything?”

“Yeah,” your shoulders sagged, “hopefully I have something salvageable. Most of my money’s about to go into finding a new place and replacing all of my furniture —”

“Hey, hey.” He took hold of your hands. “If you don’t have anything, we can go somewhere and get you new things.”

You frowned. “I’m already putting you out, Steve.”

“No one’s putting anyone out. You’re my friend and I’m helping you out.”

Friend. 

Of course he only saw you as a friend. 

You carefully slipped your hands from his and gave him a small smile. “If you say so, Cap.” You turned on your heel and went to straddle the back end of his back. When you looked up at him, he seemed confused. “What?”

“I —” He shook his head. “Nothing. Let’s go.” 

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — not gon' even hold y'all, i'm fucking edging myself at this point and i don't like it lol

but these next two chapters? some of my greatest fluff i've ever fluffed

[myokk]

Ok this is why my fanart has been 0 this week😆😆 I’m working on this self portrait in my free time and😤😭

I really need to trust the process bc I don’t hate it as much as I did before…BUT🫠 I’m still really unsatisfied with it!!!!!!🥲 the underpainting I did was TERRIBLE and yet I thought I could paint on top of it😆😆😆😆 I Am A Fool but I’m having fun bc it’s been a long time since I used oil paints!!!

Under the cut is jumpscare numver 2 my reference😆😆😆

[evercelle]

timelapse for knife romance :)c i forgot to record until after i already did the thumbnail, but there you go anons!

[antisocialxconstruct]

You'll never believe what time it is again

I was experimenting with a few things, mainly adapting my kitten body pattern into a full plush. The proportions are bonkers but it's very pleasingly bean shaped nonetheless. But I think I like the head shape of the last dog better 🤔 the middle gusset never holds the right shape for me.

[micamicster]

Bruce Springsteen's fourth album DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN as Penguin Classics (series): Andrew Wyeth / Alan Stephens Foster / John James Audubon / Edward Hopper / Cy Twombly / Robert Hodgell / Kiyoshi Asai / Adolphe Sunaert / Alexander Louis Leloir / Pablo Picasso