¡Juergues! - Let's talk art.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

It's leni_ba and I'm offering virtual chocolate cookies to those who know what 'juergues' means - or hey, the most fun guesses! ;) But in the meanwhile, let's talk art. Maybe our characters are indulging in paint-by-numbers, or visiting Da Vinci, or watching as the Sphinx was built. Or maybe they're trying to figure out what a toilet seat is doing as an exhibit at a museum... Just remember to have fun - after all, it's juergues today!

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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

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+ any. any. Sarcasm is an art.
+ any. any. "That's a lovely... kitty?" "It's you, mommy."
+ any. any. Painting a picture with words.

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[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. Sarcasm is an art.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. "That's a lovely... kitty?" "It's you, mommy."

Fill: Historical RPF

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Dedicated to all mothers, everywhere

Senora Picasso smiled at her small son. “It’s lovely, Pablo,” she said.

One thing was for sure, he was never going to be an artist.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. Painting a picture with words.

Fill: Supernatural, Painting A Picture With Words, blind!Sam

[hugglewolf.livejournal.com]

“No,” Dean grouses. “C’mon, Sam, I’m not standing here describing how hot your boyfriend looks.”

Sam pouts, but then waits just enough time before asking, “You think he’s hot?”

Oh, it takes a lot to render Dean speechless, but it’s always worth the effort.

For a few moments, there’s only silence; Sam can tell Dean’s both pissed and amused.

But finally, Dean moves. Sam tenses as his brother approaches, stops behind him. He leans over, slowly, close enough to whisper in Sam’s ear.

“You know,” he says, “you should tell that angel to get his hair cut.”

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, any male/any male, master artist and apprentice AU

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/any male, someone looks through Steve's sketchbook

Steve/Sam, set sometime between CAWS and CACW

[ibonekoen]

Sam had found the sketchbook lying on Steve's bed in the motel room they'd crashed in for the night. He'd called out to Steve, who had been in the bathroom, if he minded him taking a look. Steve had spent most of the car ride, when he wasn't driving himself, sketching in the book, and Sam itched to know what he'd been drawing.

"Knock yourself out," Steve had said, and minutes later, Sam had heard the rush of water from the shower.

He's sitting on the corner of the bed, and he's thumbing through the pages of the sketchbook. Not surprisingly, there are a number of sketches of the man they're chasing, both as the fearsome warrior they've run up against and also from the days when Steve knew him as his best friend. Bucky Barnes cuts a stunning figure in that uniform, Sam has to say.

Then he turns the page and there's his own face staring back at him. The next several pages are him in profile, and there's at least one of him soaring across the sky on his wings.

He doesn't even hear the shower stop until Steve is suddenly sitting across from him on the corner of the other bed, and Steve flashes him a sheepish grin.

"Couldn't resist," Steve says with a tinge of timidness in his tone.

"They're, uh, they're really great." Sam grins back at him, encouraging and maybe a teensy bit smug. "I mean, I know I'm a handsome guy, but wow, you make me look..." He lets out an impressed whistle, and Steve laughs as he snatches the sketchbook back.

"If I'd known you were going to get such a big head, I wouldn't have let you see them."

Sam grins and watches him flip to a new page and grab a pencil from his backpack. "What're you doing?"

"Just stay where you are," Steve commands, and Sam hadn't even been planning on going anywhere, but he can't ignore a direct order from Captain America.

"Are you going to draw me like one of your French girls?" he quips, and he fully expects the reference to go over Steve's head.

Steve gives him an appraising glance and then hums. "Sure, you can take your clothes off if you want."

Sam blushes hot and snorts at the guffaw that escapes Steve. The laugh dies abruptly when Sam jerks his shirt over his head.

The sketch doesn't get completed, but they don't sleep in separate beds that night.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Arrow or Flash or LoT, team, each of them has an artwork that really moves them

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Chuck or Burn Notice or Agents of SHIELD, any, AU where they're art thieves who do it for love of art (and the thrill)

Fill, Burn Notice, Paint A Canvas with Stars

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

"Sam Axe," Fiona said with a sniff.

Michael glanced at her from where he carefully mixed paints. "What about him, Fi?"

"The man claims to know art." Her sniff was even more pronounced. "I think the only thing he knows is the way around a bar."

Michael continued mixing the paint. It had to match perfectly so the painting they replaced wouldn't be immediately noticed. Pigments mixed with specific oils, to be spread on a canvas with brushes made just as carefully. Counterfeiting was an art. "He knows a lot, Fi."

She sniffed again. "I think the only thing he knows is how to talk and drink and he's better at the latter than the former."

Michael sighed, knowing it was going to be one of those nights.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

DCU or MCU or Flarrowverse or Whedonverse or White Collar, any/any, AU where two (or ot3) artists argue because one thinks art should shock people and the other thinks that shock value isn't the point

Fill -- white Collar " I Don't Know Art"

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

"That's just wrong," Jones says, looking at the dramatic black and white photograph they've confiscated from a shady dealer. It's a male nude, with unconventional floral adornment.

"Art is supposed to shock," Neal pontificates. "It's meant to evoke a response. Maplethorp was a master at merging the human form with the surreal--"

"Yeah, well, I don't think God ever intended that to be used as a bud vase."

Peter stays out of the conversation. To tell the truth, he's a little shocked himself. Not so much at the anatomical anomaly of a daisy sprouting from a place where daisies do not usually sprout, but because as he recognizes the vessel, if Jones doesn't.

Later, when it's just them and the work of art in question, Neal raises an eyebrow and asks, "What do you think?"

"You're such an exhibitionist."

Neal grins. "So it did evoke a response?"

Peter sighs, feeling a familiar rush of affection and exasperation and acknowledges, "I may not know art, but I know what I like."

..

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, planning out their tattoos

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, putting a child's art on the fridge

Shadowhunters - Magnus/Alec, Rafael, Max - Kid's Art

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

"Papa! Papa! Papa!"

Magnus looked up from one of his many spellbooks as the sound of his children running through the loft got closer. The two boys collided as they tried to enter his office at the same time, sending Max to the floor. Magnus stood up, ready to walk over there to make sure he was okay, but the young warlock immediately jumped back to his feet, more excited about what was in his hands.

"Max, Rafe, what has you two so excited?"

Max proudly held out the purple construction paper in his hands. "We made you and dad something!"

"Well, don't you want to wait until your dad gets home?" Magnus asked, walking around the desk to where his children stood. "He will be home later tonight."

"We wanted to wait for dad, but he always come home late from hunting and since we can't stay up and wait for him-"

"We thought you could show him!" Max finished, handing the paper over to Magnus.

Magnus smiled and looked down paper. It was the size of a small poster and there was glitter thrown all over it. He couldn't help but chuckle as he saw that his children had drawn not only themselves but him and Alec. Even Chairman Meow was in the picture. He set the picture down on the desk and knelt down to their level, pulling them both in for hugs. He pressed a kiss to both of their foreheads before pulling back. "It's beautiful. Thank you both. How about we go hang it on the fridge for dad to see when he comes home?"

Both of his sons ran out of the office and Magnus picked the drawing back up, following them out. He had to rearrange the fridge slightly, which was already filled with multiple drawings from both kids. He let Rafael hang it up, the picture taking up most of the fridge.

"Do you think dad will like it?"

"I'm sure he's going to love it, Rafael," Magnus replied. "Both your dad and I love all your artwork. You're both so talented already."

"I put the glitter on!" Max said, tugging at the bottom of Magnus' jacket.

Magnus smiled down at him and picked him up. "Since your dad won't be back for awhile, how about we go out for dinner?"

"Do I need to glamour?" Max asked with a pout.

"Absolutely not," Magnus replied. He waved one hand and opened a portal. "I am taking you both to a restaurant that is very special to your dad and I."

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, wandering through an art museum

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos + author's choice, megaliths

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, their favorite of the other's tattoos

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Evan Lorne +/ Any,

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Fill: Evan + sister

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Who is JD, really?” Natalia asked.

Evan glanced over his shoulder. “Jonathan Daniel Nealson.” He kept on painting.

Natalia couldn’t remember the last time Evan had painted a portrait that wasn’t a commission. JD was stunning, though. Everyone in Evan’s house was, each in his own way. If Natalia were more pop-culture savvy, she’d make a joke about frat houses or boybands or something, but the frivolities of the outside world had always come second to her family and her art. Evan’s ability to work from memory was patently unfair, but he had a photo tacked to the easel above the canvas, of JD wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and laced-up combat boots and crouched against a tree, lips parted, sweat sheening his skin. He looked tired but pleased and was fiddling with a pair of sunglasses. He looked damn good, and also a hell of a lot like jailbait.

“What’s this picture from?”

“We went hiking,” Evan said. He was mixing paint fastidiously.

“He’s beautiful,” Natalia said.

“They all are.”

Of course Evan didn’t include himself. Natalia resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but then she was distracted by the blue Evan was dabbing onto JD’s jeans.

“He looks great in this picture,” Natalia said, “but it’s - incomplete.”

“I didn’t ask him to take off his shirt - it was hot that day.” Evan slewed her a look. “And I’m not painting one onto him.”

She gave in to the urge to roll her eyes. “That’s not what I meant. In person, sometimes, he gets this look in his eyes. Distant. Deep. Full of shadows. Like he’s so much older than he is.”

Evan’s hand stilled for a moment. “He’s been through a lot.”

“You’ve been through a lot.”

“He understands that.”

“Better than Cam?” Natalia couldn’t imagine letting herself be hurtled through the air at multiple times the speed of sound. Couldn’t imagine that speed behind her as she was pointed straight at the earth. Couldn’t imagine feeling her own body break and being forced to lie in the wreckage of the thing that had tried to kill her for hours till emergency medical services found her.

Cam hadn’t told the story like that. All he’d said was he’d been flying an experimental classified craft and it had crashed, and that was that.

That was the loss of his legs.

“Differently than Cam,” Evan said. “Cam went through horrible physical and mental trauma. As did John. As did I. As did JD.”

“But not Rodney?”

“It sounds like growing up McKay was a special war all its own.” Evan resumed painting.

“How can you continue to work for the government, knowing what it did to a kid like JD?”

Evan slewed her another dark look. “Do you really think JD’s much of a kid?”

“No, he’s not.” Natalia lifted her chin. “But he should’ve had the chance to be one.”

“What childhood he had was happy,” Evan said. “Sledding in the snows of Minnesota, playing catch with his dad in the summers, riding his bicycle wherever he wanted. Fishing with his grandfather. Singing to his mother’s old records.”

“But was his happiness overshadowed by what they did to him?”

Evan sighed and set down his palette. Natalia went to apologize for ruining his art flow, but she saw that he was just out of paintbrushes and needed to clean them before he proceeded. He was always so meticulous about that sort of thing. There was a reason he was the only person in the history of ever who was allowed to borrow Mom’s paintbrushes.

“He’s capable of empathy and love,” Evan said. “Whatever they did to him, they never took that from him.”

Natalia studied her brother. “Does he make you happy?”

Evan’s smile chased away all the shadows in his eyes - the same shadows JD had in his eyes. “Every day.”

Evan hadn’t answered Natalia’s initial question - there was much more to JD than met the eye - but she didn’t mind, because Evan had answered the question that really mattered, and she knew he really was happy.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, The words they can't say are expressed through their art

Not a fill yet

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

But I think I have an idea for something.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Adults coloring to reduce stress

MCU, Sam/Steve/Bucky, you could say this is post-CACW but it's not spoilerish

[ibonekoen]

Bucky frowns, his brows knitted together in concentration, and the tip of his tongue pokes out of one corner of his mouth.

"This is supposed to be about relaxing, you know," Sam points out with an amused glint in his eyes.

Bucky huffs in frustration and throws down the marker in his hand. "It's not my fault you gave me fat tipped markers and a coloring book with intricate, tiny details," he complains.

Steve just chuckles from his seat by the window and continues to color in his sketch of his two most favorite people in the world.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, the Hogwarts Peanut Gallery of talking portraits

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, David finds Evan's sketchbook

Fill 1/3: (more like unrequited David/Evan /o\)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The thing about Atlantis was that it was in the Pegasus Galaxy. A whole other galaxy from Earth. David had seen more than his fair share of post-apocalyptic movies, nature disaster movies, and zombie movies. When people were removed from civilization, civilization was removed from people. In the movies that usually meant morally dubious antiheroes doing a lot more killing than David was otherwise comfortable with (but you had to protect yourself from the zombies, right?). In Atlantis, there was less morally dubious killing (as far as David was concerned, protecting himself from the Wraith was always the moral high ground), but civilization slipped away in other ways. Like...fraternization regs. David had it on good authority that Lieutenant Vega and Sergeant Markham had something pretty hot and heavy going on. Everyone knew Colonel Sheppard and Dr. McKay were a thing.

Once contact with Earth was re-established, David was worried that increased scrutiny from the SGC would ruin things, but instead Dr. Beckett started dating Lieutenant Cadman and Atlantis kept on doing what it wanted, saving the Pegasus Galaxy from the Wraith and not caring about regs or Anglo-American conservative sexual mores (especially since it was an international expedition, and everyone else was less repressed than the Americans, even Radek).

When David was assigned to Major Lorne’s gate team, he was nervous, because he’d never been on a gate team, and being on a gate team meant going running every day (because running from the Wraith was a vital survival skill), some time in the weight room regularly, and hanging around Lorne’s marines. Walker and Coughlin had come to Atlantis with something going on between them, which Stevens turned a blind eye to, but Reed had a girl back home, and he sent her daily emails and a weekly video message in the regular databursts. Walker and Coughlin had a running bet with some of the other marines about when Reed was going to get a Dear John, and the pool was growing, but Reed’s ardor showed no signs of cooling.

Major Lorne was - punctilious about his duties. No matter the time of day, he was perfectly turned out in his uniform, gear in working order, boots so shiny David could see his own reflection in them. Lorne was prone to sarcasm first, sensitivity second, but he kept David and the others safe, and that was what counted.

And then one day, while they were offworld on a planet for David to collect botany samples (Radek and McKay had sent him a description of a plant from the Ancient Database that might be a perfect coffee substitute that they could grow on their own and thus free up more space on the Daedalus for other vital supplies and also avoid ever being cut off from coffee again like they had near the end of that first year), Lorne and David had what David considered their first real conversation.

David had a camera to take photos of samples, but he was old-fashioned at heart, and he liked to draw plant diagrams so he could label them as he went. He had just flipped open his little sketchbook and fished his pack of colored pencils out of his pocket when Lorne said,

“Did you intend to use watercolor pencils?”

David blinked, looked down at the pack of pencils. “What?”

“Those are watercolor pencils,” Lorne said. “If you get them wet, it’ll look like a watercolor painting.”

David must have continued to look confused, because Lorne said, “I mean, if that’s what you intended, that’s great, but if that’s not what you intended and your sketchbook gets wet, all the colors will run and your diagrams will be ruined. You’ve got great cross-hatching technique, though.”

“Oh,” David said. “I - no. I’m not an artist. I just asked my sister to send me some sturdy colored pencils and this was what she chose.”

“I’ll trade you my standard colored pencils,” Lorne said. “Not that I get much use out of them these days, but they’ll be better for your work, and it’ll save me from asking my sister for watercolors on the next Daedalus run.”

“Okay. Thanks.” David peered at Lorne. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, It started after John walked in on Rodney playing a piano so he joined in on his guitar - and it grew from there.

Fill 1/2: band!AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Thank you,” Rodney said, accepting the Starbucks cup from Evan. He went to take a sip, paused, and squinted up at Evan. “Who are you and why are you giving me coffee? Is this poisoned?”

“If it was poisoned,” Evan said, “I wouldn’t tell you. However, Mr. Woolsey did tell you, about three hours ago, that my name is Evan Lorne, and I’m your new PA.”

“PA?” Rodney’s brow furrowed. No doubt he was thinking in terms of a public announcement system.

“Personal assistant,” Evan said patiently. Ronon walked past and swiped his cup of coffee as he went, snagged Teyla’s as well and carried it across the photography studio.

“But Woolsey -”

“Is your agent, and Elizabeth Weir is your manager.” Evan smiled, and Rodney looked even more confused.

A pair of photographer’s assistants wheeled an old upright piano, like the kind seen in a saloon in an old western film, onto the set. That made sense, Evan supposed, since the band - and Rodney, who everyone just seemed to agree was part of the band - was all dressed up as Cowboys. Ronon was wearing copious amounts of leather, Teyla was wearing a long leather coat with a sheriff badge pinned to it, John was dressed like a civil war soldier, with a high collar and a cap, Jennifer was dressed like Annie Oakley, and Rodney was dressed like some frontier gentleman - or like Simon Tam from Firefly.

The photographer - a harried Czech man named Radek - began shouting instructions to the assistants, and the assistants started herding the band onto the set (a wagon filled with hay, a little incongruous next to the piano), and then there was a humming and a pop and one of the lightbulbs exploded in a shower of glass. Radek began shouting in Czech, and there was a scramble to find a replacement bulb, and then a timid confession that no bulbs were to be found, and more shouting in Czech.

John nudged Rodney, who sat down at the piano and hit a note, and John used it to tune the dusty old guitar he’d been given as a prop. While John was tuning, Rodney started to play a short chord progression, just three chords. John bobbed his head absently to the rhythm of the chords, and once his guitar was tuned, he joined in with an overlaying riff, playing quietly.

It took Evan a moment to recognize the song, because he usually listened to the Nine Inch Nails version, but as soon as Ronon took up the lyrics, Evan knew it.

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel.

Teyla picked up on the harmony quickly, slid closer, and Jennifer joined in as well.

No one noticed till John began strumming louder, building toward the chorus, and then heads turned. The assistants stopped their fussing and worrying.

Evan got his phone out of his pocket and began recording, because this was magic. This was chemistry. This was five people so in tune with each other that they could make a song out of a couple of props. They’d never performed this song before, and Evan had gone to their shows long before he’d been assigned as their PA. He doubted Rodney and John remembered him in the back of their AP physics class.

He’d check with Woolsey and Elizabeth before he leaked the video on YouTube, but in the meantime, he was fascinated, he was amazed, he was -

Oh.

Oh.

Maybe he’d better keep this video for himself, because damn if John wasn’t looking at Rodney like he was the only person in the world. The light in John’s eyes, the curve of his lips - he was so damn happy. Rodney, though, he was darting smiles at Jennifer (of course he was, they were dating). Ronon and Teyla looked lost in the music. Evan had seen that smile on John’s face before. It was the smile the girls screamed over. It was why there wasn’t a Johnny Cash t-shirt to be found in town, or a pair of shades like the ones John wore. Girls were in love with that smile. And they thought John was in love with them right back, because he gave that smile to the crowd.

Not the crowd.

To Rodney, who was always at the back of the crowd, working the sound.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/Bucky, the art of arranging flowers.

Not a fill

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

I see what you did here. ::grins:: Saved!

[squidgiepdx]

Breakfast with Scot, Sam Miller/Eric McNally + Scot, "Oh my god, kill it!" "Eric, that's just something Scot made in art class!"

[squidgiepdx]

Deadpool (movie), Deadpool/?, "Hey, it's not pornography - it's art!"

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Getting a new tattoo

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, he loves to draw her

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis + Jane Foster (with background Darcy/Steve Rogers), Jane finds her collection of sketches Steve's drawn of her, including some rather naughty ones