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ironycap · 10 months

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My contribution to this year’s Cap-Ironman Reverse Bang :)

Please go read one of my new favorite fics ever, Only Paintings in the Building, which the amazing @bladeofthenebula27 and @captainneverever wrote for this artwork.

Summary: His life would be a lot easier if he could just stick to painting other things. Landscapes for example. Landscapes were nice.

But then again landscapes didn’t have that glint in their eye, or that body that had been built from hard engineering and years of trying to do good. They didn’t have that inherent charm and good looks that won them Sexiest Man of the Year four times.

By comparison, landscapes were a joke.

Steve causes himself a whole heap of trouble when he starts to paint pictures of Tony.

#capimrbb #stevetony #stony fanart #stony #stevetony art #artist!steve

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panickedpenguin · 5 months

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A kinda Must Love Dogs modern harringroveson au. Steve is a pencil pusher at his dads business but has an unbriddled talent for art, especially the macabre monsters that he draws crawling out of swimming pools. Steve is also in need of a date, it has been decided. So roommate Robin creates a profile on a dating app with little input from Steve, mostly just tacking onto the end 'must love dogs' so he can try for a fun-loving personality. Steve gets a few responses, men and women alike, and goes on a couple horrendous dates. Then he meets up with Billy.

The funny bit is that Steve doesn't even have a dog. He takes Robin's pomeranian to the dog park date with him (its robins exes dog, she doesn't even like little dogs). Billy shows up with this bruiser of a pitbull, short and buff and blue nosed. But that dog isn't his either, it belongs to his sister Max.

It comes out that Billy recently moved to town to help her step mom and step sister after his dad ran out on them. Step mom is doing her best with her alcoholism and Max is trying to control her anger issues and Billy has his own history of abuse to contend with. Steve was not prepared for the level of human that Billy was, for honesty and bite and bitter joy. He's really into it and they decide to meet up for another dog date the following week.

So then comes along Eddie. Eddie works at the local radio station, sings metal and hard rock at all the events and also owns one giant behemoth of a dog. Long haired black wolf looking thing that most people are afraid of but who clearly adores Eddie. Steve has known of Eddie from high school but their paths rarely crossed, with Steve being into sports and Eddie being a delinquent nerd, but Steve had always known he was attractive. Running into him at the dog park after his time spent with Billy hits him hard across the face, like woah, who is this witty flirt with a tongue ring?

Billy also runs into Eddie at the dog park a couple days later, meeting him for the first time and instantly hitting it off with talk of bands and rock n roll.

The three of them dance around eachother for months before it's finally realized what they are doing, how they are all essentially dating eachother without even communicating it, and how they should all actually date for real. This is when Eddie learns that neither Steve nor Billy own a dog and is accordingly devastated and betrayed. They all go to a punk show as an apology.

#harringrove #harringroveson #metalsandwich #steddie #whats currently going on in my head #i dont even remember the movie just the must love dogs part #artist!steve #love eddies giant dog #what should we name him?

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itiswormtimebaby · 9 months

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You’re Steve’s muse, you help his work cum to life.

Pairing: Artist!Steve x Fem Reader CW: Smut

For someone who works primarily with pencil and charcoal Steve is surprisingly adept and concise when choosing the colors for your joint project. You should’ve expected it, the man is an artist, sees the world through an artist's eyes, yet it catches you off guard in pleasant surprise none-the-less. The vibrant paints, chosen with such care, are cool across your breasts, pebbling your nipples. You think he’ll stop after just a few colors but he keeps going, layering the viscous substance on your skin, making a mess of you. When he deems you ready he turns you away from him, pressing you into the bank canvas, fucking your hard. Your breasts drag across the previously unmarred surface at every brutal thrusts of his hips, movements precise in their mission. He watches enraptured at the masterpiece your coupling produces, art coming to life before his eyes. He reaches between your legs, soaking his fingers with your juices, using it to sign his name in the corner. In the end he can’t decide which site is most breathtaking; what’s been left behind on the canvas, your dirtied breasts and abused cunt, or the way his cum paints your skin.

#artist!steve #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader smut #steve rogers smut #smut blurb

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darkhorse-javert · 6 months

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Fluff-tober Day 20 (alternate);Fandom Crossover

A crossover that popped into my head the very first time i watched Foyle's War episode 'Invasion'.

To Americans, forgive me for playing a little fast and loose with the timline, I know War Artists weren't a thing until 1943, but the idea is too good to pass up.

Not a shipping fic between the leadscpurely friendship- Andrew will get a mention if I extend this. @flufftober

March 1942

“Yeah, like broads in uniform.” The fresh, pushy young man who'd been at the station said, as though the whole thing was a great farce

Sam barely has time to register the words being spoken, before another American voice snapped across the room

“Oi, you shut it Farnetti! Ladies present!” The speakeris just in front of her, springing to his feet with the force of his words. Then just as quickly, the skinny man quickly dips his head in apology to Mr Foyle and sits back down in his seat.

“Well -yes- “ Mr Foyle carries on in his his talk with only the lightest of stumbles, given the gravity of the interruption. Rather than listening Sam instead took time to study her self-appointed defender. His chest was heaving up and down, and it wasn't just anger making it so, she could hear an odd rattling and wheeze with each breath. And he really was skinny, not just thin, there was no breadth to the body under the uniform jacket, it looked two sizes too big on him- at the very least.

She didn't know anything of the American Military requirements for their men, but looking across the rows of green-khaki backs, this man stood out like a sore thumb physically. I don't like the sound of that breathing, and I' not even officially trained, surely he wouldn't have passed a medical to be a soldier.

Not that, Samnotes as the young man promptly tensed to spring at another apparently crude remark from 'Farnetti', he lacks any of the necessary courage for a fight.

Everyone applauds Mr Foyle, then the gathering begins to splinter, some of the men putting chairs away, others making quick steps towards the next room, with their apparent friends.

The young skinny man shook his head, apparently at the world and turned in his seat, giving her a bashful but sweet smile

“Miss, I apologise for those comments from the other men- some of them haven't the manners they were born with.” He holds out a hand over the back of the chair

“Steven Rogers, although I go by Steve.”

She shakes it warmly, and manners too “Samantha Stewart”

He glances along the room “There's a spread of food in the next hall, if you are hungry.

She tries not to immediate look over in the direction, but is pretty sure her eyes give her away “I am rather hungry.”

Rogers – Steve- rises from his chair and makes an effort to move it the little way to the wall, out of the way. As she stands and does the same it merely confirms what she was already guessing. The young man is even shorter than her, shorter even than she'd be in her socks.

He doesn't appear to notice, or at least doesn't remark on her expression, instead taking a few steps across the room, before turning back to her,

“It's just through here.”

He sets off at a brisk pace, but she shortens her stride to keep with him, not accidentally overtake and make him hurry further. At least she does until she sees the table, absolutely laden with things. She stops, looking back and forth along the spread of food.

There's a soft, but not unkind chuckle at her elbow, and looks down to a warm smile, “Rather more than you're used to in Blighty?”

“Rather.” I want to try it all, but where to even start? I'm not sure I even recognise some of it

He steps forward again, “Grab a plate and fill up before the other greedy mugs get near, or it will be crumbs, just start at one end and pick things until you get to the other, Miss Stewart.”

Has Mr Foyle seen this? She looks around for him, spots him in conversation with the American Captain, Keiffer, apparently being shown something in a leather wallet. She follows Steve Roger's- lead, collecting a plate and a fork from the stacks, looking and listening as he sotto-voce, identifies some of the dishes for her; baloney, hamburger.

“If you don't mind me asking-” she asks between mouthfuls of food as they stand in a corner eating “You don't look much like a soldier.” She slightly gestures with her fork at the others around them.

Rogers doesn't take offence, or doesn't seem to, “I'm not -failed my medical three times when I tried, even under false names.” He shifts his fork to his plate hand and reaches up to touch his ear, which, Sam only now notices, has a pencil tucked behind it, and stands more stiffly “Steven G. Rogers, Official United States War Artist, now attached to the Engineer Battalion posted in Southern England.” He eases his posture, then dips in his pocket “Oh, here. “ He brings out a square of paper

Sam takes it and unfolds it to reveal Mr Foyle, mid flow in his speech, as captured on paper. She looks between the drawing and the artist.

“Only a rough sketch for now.” He says abashedly, not quite looking at her, “I could do better with more time.”-

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A/N I might actually start a whole series based on this idea of ., let me know if you'd like it. Pic done by me in Word using a screen cap and the 'Photocopy' picture setting, gives you an idea.

#foyle's war fanfiction #sam stewart #art #steve rogers #crossover #AU timeline #artist!steve #warartist!steve #flufftober23

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no-not-without-you-blog · 2 years

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Flufftober 11th: Craft, Music, Art, & Craft

Summary: Steve takes the time to sketch you while you relax.

Prompt by @flufftober Graphics by @firefly-graphics

I think photos are credited to cottonbro. I found them on Google. Sorry for lack of info on both the model and photographer. I just think this whole shoot was super dreamy looking and perfect for the story.

You sat in the deep bathtub, your long curly hair piled on top of your head. The Sunday afternoon light was pouring in through the high window. You had your eyes closed as you soaked in the relaxation after a physically taxing week. You were a potter and had been pushing yourself to finish a collection before you attended a local craft fair this next weekend. As you sat there, clearing your mind of the week's worries, you heard a light scratching of a pencil on paper. You smiled and turned your head to see Steve sitting on the bathroom floor, drawing pad in hand as he sketched you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a jog right now?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

He rolled his eyes at you. “Um, excuse me. Life models don’t talk or move, thank you.” He motioned for you to go back to your previous position. You let out a breathy laugh and turned back to your previous position. After about 15 minutes, you looked back over at him. He had stopped drawing and was just looking at you. The look in his eyes was one you couldn’t quite describe. It had such a depth to it. Full of affection and desire and almost a sense of awe.

You nervously chuckled at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He stood up, set down his drawing pad and pencil on the counter and walked over to the tub. He squatted down and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his large hand lingering delicately on your jaw.

“It doesn’t matter how many times I draw you, it’s never good enough. There is something about you that I can never capture on paper and it drives me crazy. In both a good and bad way.”

You looked at him confused, not knowing what exactly he meant.

“Every drawing I have of you feels so dull to me. They look like you but they’re missing something. You have this presence about you, this almost glow and I can’t figure out how to capture it. It’s something I have tried a hundred times and each time I fall short.”

The words he said and the way he was looking at you made your heart speed up and your cheeks to blush. He looked and talked about you like you were an angel or some deific being. His eyes searched for understanding of not only what you were, but how you could possibly exist. Exist and how on earth you were his.

“Maybe it’s not something I can capture on paper. Maybe it’s something I can only see…and touch.” He said as his thumb brushed over your lips.

“And will you be satisfied with that?” You asked, knowing it was a question with two meanings.

He smiled a heart stopping smile, shaking his head. He pulled you close, his lips crashing onto your own. After a moment, he pulled away. “No. I don’t know that I will ever be satisfied when it comes to you.”

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@annasrefuge @chrisevansdaughter

#flufftober #flufftober2022 #marvel #steve rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #captain america #steve rogers x you #artist!steve #day 11

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huariqueje · 7 months

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Cold snap - Steve Smulka

American, b. 1949 -

Oil on linen , 36 x 48 cm.

#Steve Smulka #american artist #still life #window sill #glass jug #glass bottles #glass bell jar

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sokadrawws · 5 months

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that was hard as shit-- but finally done. first try to draw William (looks better than I expected)

#artists on tumblr #art #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fandom #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie #fnaf william afton #fnaf #william afton #afton family #steve raglan #matthew lillard

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littleststarfighter · 4 months

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Fancied drawing a cute soft pic where they are all tired out. Did they mean to crash out like that? What will Steve think of his leg hugging tendencies? Or will Eddie blush and mumble to find Steve sleeping practically between his legs?

Almost didn't share this as I wasn't very happy with the faces. But in the end I thought it's not so bad.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things art #my fanart #eddie munson art #stranger things 4 #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #artists on tumblr

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resande · 4 months

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