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“Печь”- Furnace

“So he’s a ghost Story.”

This could have been titled “Why the artist decided to paint a 10 part series” Or alternately “The artist muse is the most expressive set of eyes and brows”  I’m not sure exactly why it is that I’m drawn to painting portraits above all else, but nothing else keeps my attention like trying to capture expression.  I tried to go a bit looser with the style and focus more on the color use, using almost only Quill brushes to give it that  almost animated feel.   As always Sebastian Stan  has the most expressive features that I love to explore and test with different techniques.

I am reminded on this, that quality paper always makes a difference, it allows me to lift up colors and adjust details, also layer up to the dark intensity.  As usual all colors by Agallo save metallic highlight and for winter soldier I have also included use of  McCraken black.

51/100 faces

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Steve Rogers bust, 2017

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i got sooo many requests asking for steve braiding bucky’s hair so here it is!! bucky knows he’s cute af and steve finally realizes he might have a crush…..(click for details!)

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this is a mess that I’m not putting on my art blog

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all I felt was r a g e

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(Print available for purchase here)

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A soul for a soul.

(Top on my Avengers 4 NOPE List)

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power couple, power walk

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Say you’ll stay with me forever

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“kintsugi treats breakage and repair as part of the history, rather than something to disguise”

( PRINTS // TIKTOK )

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quick buck

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Some sketches

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Bucky lifts his head and does as Steve asks. He thinks of the fight and smiles. Throwing the shield like a pendulum, back and forth. Back and forth. A team. Intuition.

a tree grows in brooklyn by @newsbypostcard

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I don't know if you still accept prompts but I have to ask in case there's any chance... Can I prompt you to expand on /post/123531195236/ someday? That is my jaaaaam!! Even this little snippet is SUPER HOT and kind of destroyed me (thank you so much). Possessiveness/jealousy: problematic IRL, burning hot in fic :D

*cracks knuckles* okay.

this fic has bucky being an asshole and steve calling him out on being an asshole, angry sex, and jealousy, which both the character and me know is a human emotion, but one that needs to be dealt with in healthy ways, and bucky is not dealing with it in a healthy way, and he knows that, and they work through it together. happy ending as always with them :) please let me know if you lovelies need anything tagged!! it’s a little intense but it’s all consensual and loving. 

and no tony starks have been harmed in the makings of this fanfiction. i think this sums up the tony stark issue on my blog recently pretty well!! 

a better summary is: all of bucky’s bottled up jealousy about tony’s presence in steve’s life comes out in one big fight. navigating open/poly relationships can be hard.

“Hey,” says Steve when he’s home, and Bucky looks up from his coffee and his paperback, quiet. Steve’s a little flushed — must’ve jogged home a bit — and dumping his keys and wallet and toeing off his shoes and his socks. There’s no response and Steve prompts, “You have dinner yet?”

“Sure,” Bucky says. “Where you been?”

“Stark wanted to go over —“

“Right,” Bucky interrupts. “Look, I’m tired as hell, Steve, I think I’m gonna go turn in.”

“You’re tired?” Steve asks after a moment, confused. “It’s barely midnight, Buck.”

“You heard me, I’m tired.” Bucky turns away from the dinky kitchen table in his chair. He scrubs his hand over his face, feeling guilty as hell, and then he tries gamely for a smile. “Hey. Don’t I get a kiss?”

Steve walks over to him and leans down, but —

“You been drinkin’,” Bucky murmurs near his mouth. “Haven’t you?”

“Nothing that did any damage. I can brush my teeth first, if you —“

Bucky cuts him off, kissing him hard and hot and slick and deep. Then he pulls away, scrubbing his hand over his face again.

“Buck,” Steve says. In a second he’s squatting between Bucky’s legs on the cold tile, holding Bucky’s face in his hands. “You with me? Bucky?”

“I’m with you, Rogers, I’m with you,” Bucky says, rubbing at his forehead. “I’m just being a son of a bitch, don’t pay attention to me. Look, I just need to sleep it off.”

“Something happen?” Steve reaches up and worriedly cups his hand around Bucky’s face.

“I’m just tired, Rogers, I mean it,” Bucky explains to him. “It got quiet here, I don’t know, I thought too hard.”

“Okay, Buck,” Steve tells him, his eyes blue, his pretty mouth frowning.

Fuck it, Christ, he’s weak. “You’d tell me if you were fucking around on me, right?” Bucky blurts.

“What?”

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