Why hello there, and welcome to my corner of the internet. I am Sayah, avid reader and writer of fanfiction, and my current fixation is Stony (and has been for years) but I do so enjoy venturing out of my comfort zone every once in a while to read or write something else.
I write mainly smut with darker themes. I do like a happy ending, but I like the angst too much to write fluff.
If suffering, angst, and questionable morals aren't your cup of tea - please don't read my work, you probably won't like it.
If you are under 18, please don't read. Almost nothing I write is for young eyes.
Below are all some of my works, so far, in the Marvel Universe.
Secrets Don't Make Friends
Summary: Tony Stark has a secret. Several, in fact. Outed to the world as an Omega, he finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. His only hope at salvation rests upon the strong shoulders of a certain Captain Steven Rogers. The problem? Rogers hates his guts.
Pairing: Steve x Tony, Stony
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: AU, Past Abuse, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Bullying, Past Abuse, ABO, Omega verse, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Steve Rogers, Power Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Hurt Tony Stark
Red Handed
Summary: A One Shot in which Tony Stark is a vigilante on the wrong side of the law. Things go sideways, and he ends up getting caught red handed by Captain America. Ironman has been a thorn in the side of the Avengers for too long, and Steve is more than happy to serve up a hot, steamy, glass of justice to his wild and irksome nemesis. That is, until Tony comes up with a proposition for the Captain.
Pairing: Steve x Tony, Stony
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: Shameless smut, TonyxSteve, Stony, Dub con, Dubious Morality, Enemies to Lovers, Hate Sex, Rough Sex, Verbal Humiliation, Rough Blowjob, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content
Teach
Summary: Tony is the new teacher at Belvalle Academy, where the more notorious crime families send their kids, and has run into some trouble with a group of students. Bullied and beaten, Tony is rescued by none other than a Mr. James Barnes, one of his rather lack-luster students...when he actually show up to class. It isn't long before Tony discovers that James Bucky Barnes doesn't help anyone for free, and if he wants the protection the younger man can provide, he's going to have to pay a price for it. Tony can't afford to pay with cash on his limited teacher's salary, so Barnes comes up with a more...creative way that Tony can pay off his debt.
Pairing: Bucky x Tony, Bucky x Tony x Clint
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: Some serious AF dubcon, blackmail, AU, Student/Teacher, Student Bucky Barnes, Student Clint Barton, Teacher Tony Stark, Bullying, Anal sex, Blowjobs, Verbal Humiliation, Threesome, Voyeurism, Deepthroating, PWP
Beauty in the Broken
Summary: Tony Stark is a halfbreed Omega on the run. Notorious for being uncatchable and outwitting those who would try to tame him, Tony doesnāt stay in one place for very long. He doesnāt want to be tied down or beholden to any Alpha because in his experience they bring nothing but pain and terror. Besides, Tony has not met a wolf he canāt outrun or outfox.
Until now.
Pairing: Steve x Tony, Stony
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: AU shifter fanfic, Past Rape (underage - I don't go into extreme detail about this, but if this is triggering for you please do not read), Past Child Abuse, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alpha/Omega, ABO, Mildly Dubious Consent
Bound
Summary: A non powered AU in which Tony is a young college student with a vendetta against some of the guys on the hockey team who bully him mercilessly. He concocts a plan to get revenge in an epic way. The only problem?
He broke into the wrong houseā¦ in more ways than one.
August_2022: Where it all went wrong, Twisted Fairy Tales
Pairing: Steve x Tony, Stony, StevexTonyxBucky, Stuckony
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: AU fanfic, dubcon, non con, bdsm, bondage, spanking, anal fingering, anal sex, rough oral sex, hurt/comfort, angst, enemies to lovers, blackmail, threesome
The Storm
Summary: Steve and Tony haven't seen eye to eye in a long time. Once inseparable, the two can no longer stand the sight of each other. But when he gets a call from Natasha telling him that there is something seriously wrong with his ex-lover, Tony rushes out into the wilds of Maine to meet her.
Only...there's a blizzard. And when he finally reaches the cabin, it's not Natasha there waiting for him. But Steve himself.
Crafty Russian.
For @captain-stark-rogars (hope you don't hate it! :P)
Prompt: Stony on the verge of Divorce but end up stranded ((snow storm?)) and they realize there is a ember burningā¦they end up wanting to work it out ā¦((maybe sexy time ?))
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, angst, makeup sex, sex on the kitchen table, snowed in
Rocky Road
Summary: Tony Stark has been kidnapped... again.
This time is different that the others, though, because his kidnappers are not interested in a ransom. They mean to kill him.
His only hope rests upon the smashed smartwatch on his wrist that doesn't seem to want to work. When a call finally goes through, it's to the last person in the world he wants to talk to.
His ex-boyfriend, Grant Stevens, who he put in his phone as FuckHead.
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Rating: Mature
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, angst, identity porn, secret identities, college age Tony, Steve comes out of the Ice sooner, AU, Feral Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Nazi Punching, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Rescues, HEA
The Tribute
Summary:
He was being hunted.
Which, yeah, okay, was maybe the point of this whole stupid, archaic, tradition. Tony was supposed to be hunted. He was supposed to be chased down by the mythical creatures that haunted these woods. And when they caught him he was supposed to submit, to give himself body and soul, to whatever creature chose him as theirs for the night.
He was supposed to be a sacrifice. A gift of submission to appease the creatures who dwelled in the forest that surrounded the sleepy little town of Pine Hollow. His submission was reparation for a debt owed.
Allegedly.
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: Non con, Extremely Dubious consent, Werewolf AU, Werewolf Steve, Human Tony, Monster/Human sex, Voyeurism, Human Sacrifice (sexually)
Call out posts in fandom are so last season. Hating on writers/artists/ships? How gauche. So tired. Put down the stick dear, that horse is dead.
Iām a fan of the new type of call out posts. The kind where you call-out a favorite story, writer, art, or artist. Hype up your fandom. Leave a comment. Build something beautiful. Make someone smile.
Ok sooooo ive been seeing quite a few GraceTony comics and even tho Im a Stony fan forever, I think they are silly and cute. Anyway I thought of this little scene:
Post Marval Civil War, that one scene from Endgame where Tony finally gets back to earth all emaciated and starving and Steve runs up to him immediately because even tho they had the world's messiest divorce he still loves Tony
...
Only to find Tony hanging off of the arm of a different blond dude.
Steve: Tony, who is this?! >:(
Tony: What?! We divorced! Remember. You cant be mad at me for moving on. I was abandoned, in space, and I found me a new blond golden retriever bf who actually loves and appreciates me.
Steve: *makes the saddest kicked puppy look ever* but ... but Tony š„ŗ
Tony: No! Fuck off! You had your chance and you blew it.
Grace: *feeling really awkward*.... uh hi š Mr Captain America, Sir. Its nice to ... um meet you.
Steve *gives Grace the dirtiest of glares*
Tony: Ry, baby, don't talk to war criminals.
Meanwhile Nebula and Rocky are just gossiping in the background.
(Also IMAGINE IronBloodyMary (would it be BloodyIronFox??) : now with three traumatized idiot babies lost in space and abandoned by the world they were trying to save, finding comfort and love and hope in one another)
Ok so @ihyperfixatedtoohard pointed out that Simon is ... very similar to a certain one armed super solider.
And like that's soo true. Also I love the "Steeeeve someone cloned your boytoy" and now all I can think about is Tony standing between Simon and bucky and just looking back and forth between them and then just going "great now i have to deal with 2 of them"
So I was trolling around in my Google Docs, as one does when they are reminiscing about all the fun times when they werenāt going through writers block, and I found this CentaurSteve/Human Tony AU. Of course I stopped right before the good part. Which makes sense - I was struggling with the physics of horse and human, if you know what I mean.
-ANYWAY-
Steve/Tony
TW: AU (obviously),dub/con, fuck-or-die, captor/captive, monster porn (we donāt actually get to that part, sorry guys)
Okay, so, in retrospect Tony realized that running through the pasture while the Centaurs were in season was, admittedly, not one of his better decisions. The āpastureā was a long stretch of land that encompassed Trinity Forest, the Wellington river as well as a few smaller lakes and tributaries. There were also miles upon miles of land for the Centaurs to run to their triple hearts content. It was a sizable swath of land that cut through the territories of three former states. Former because, after The Happening, the world had kind of fallen apart. Tony had not been alive 150 years ago when the rift between worlds happened. Millions of creatures had spilled through that portal, ripped from their world and dumped here on Earth.
Vampires, Werewolves, Fairies, Centaurs, Dragons, and even fucking Unicorns had been a part of the mass amount of creatures to come through.
Chaos was really an understatement for what had happened next. The world governments fell apart. Humans fell victim to Other attacks, defenseless against new enemies whom they did not know. What they did have going for them, though, was their sheer force of numbers and ability to adapt and learn. They pushed back against those that would see humanity ended. In the end, empires rose and fell, until each species was granted amnesty and awarded territory to live in. That didnt mean they couldn't come out of those territories. They often did, some more so than others, but once out of their province they were suspect to human law.
Which was all fine and dandy. Really. World peace blah blah blah. The Others were here to stay, and allowances had been made so that they didn't run around murdering innocent humans. Sure cities had been burned to the ground. Hundreds of thousands of human lives lost. But yeah.
Peace.
Yay.
Tony really didn't give a shit about any of it. He had no problem with the Other races, and as a general rule of thumb, tended to avoid the shit out of them. It didn't take a genius, although he was one thank-you-very-much, to know that when it came to physicality and brutality, humans were outmatched by the Other races. For the most part.
Hell, he had even heard the unicorns were a blood thirsty lot.
Keep his head down, stick to human territories, and stay away from the Others. That had always been the plan.
So what was he doing tearing ass across the pasture, his heart in his throat and the thunder of hoofbeats in the distance?
That was a really great fucking question. And it all went back to fucking Tiberius Stone, too many shots of whiskey, and a bad bet.
Tony, at twenty four, had been the victim of one too many assassination attempts. But even he had to admit that out of all of them, this had been the most clever one to date. He hadn't seen it coming, when really, he should have. Ty had wormed his way into Tonyās life, then his inner circle. He had been, briefly, one of Tonyās close friends. And in one memorable instance, almost lover. It was Pepper who had tried, several times, to clue him into the fact that Ty wasnt everything he seemed to be.
But Ty was smart. Smart in a way that most people were not, and he was handsome, charming, with a sharp wit and a biting sense of humor. Tony realized, now, that the things that drew him to the young genius were also the things that he most admired about himself.
Yeah. He was a bit of a narcissist. Well, it was coming around to bite him in the ass, wasn't it? He couldn't help but wonder how much of Ty had been real, and how much of it had been a fabrication to gain Tonyās trust. His heart. Now that he really thought about it, he was sure that the drinks they had been throwing back the other night had to have been spiked.
Tony frowned at the thought before shaking it away. It didn't make sense. There were thousands of other ways that Ty could have offed him. Poisoning his drinks being just one of them. Why lure him out here? Tony didn't have time to worry over that right now. He pushed himself faster toward the treeline in the distance, hoping the twisting pines and old oaks would make it harder for the centaurs to navigate. What he needed to do was stick to the narrow and winding paths. If there were any. Tony gritted his teeth as frustration snarled inside of his chest.
It had not taken long for the cloven bastards to find him. It was a suspiciously short amount of time, in fact.
Fucking Tiberius Stone.
The bet had been for Tony to spend one day and one night, a full twenty four hours, within the confines of the pasture. That was a risky bet, but one that was totally doable. Something that young human males had been known to do over the years as feats of courage. There were few run ins with the creatures who inhabited the pasture. Mostly because, as a whole, they were a peaceful people. But also because the Centaurs, of all the Other species, were not prolific in number. Too few of their females had been sent through during the Happening, limiting their ability to procreate. They were fierce creatures, to be sure. Protective, loyal, wise. Rarely did they interact with humans. The few humans that did encounter the Centaurs in the pasture rarely came back out again, and it usually was during their season. Tony wasn't sure what that meant, but rumors swirled that the humans were captured and taken as play things, then disposed of when their bodies could no longer handleā¦
That thought sent a wild shiver racing down his spine. Being mounted by a creature with a dick as thick and long as their equine counterparts?
No. Fucking. Thanks.
And right now, at this particular time of the year in the late spring, the Centaurs went into season. Mating season. It made them more violent, short tempered, and defensive. A male Centaur would fight to the death in defense of his herd. Those long legs werenāt just for show, the Centaurs were known to use the powerful appendages to jump and trample their enemies. And if you weren't kicked or trampled by their hooves, they also knew how to wield arrows and swords with startling accuracy.
Long story short, if Tony could hear hooves in the distance, chances were that he was well and truly fucked. They shouldn't be anywhere near this area right now. They were known to travel to the northern reaches of their territory during the spring mating season where there were free flowing rivers and lakes and endless miles of flat fields to gallop through. He broke through the treeline, leaping over fallen logs and barreling through bushes. Snappy branches and briars tore at his clothing, whipping his arms and leaving stinging scratches streaking the length of his arms and unprotected face.
Tony threw one arm up, a yelp escaping him as an arrow buried itself into the trunk of a tree mere inches from his head, bark flying like shrapnel to slice across his cheek.
āHoly fuck!ā He ducked, hands covering his head, as he stumbled sharply to the right, away from the arrow and hopefully out of the archerās line of sight.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Tonyās mind was whirling as he dove into a large thicket, wincing as thorns scratched furrows down his back, bloodying his t-shirt. His heart was pounding hot and hard in his throat, his mouth cottony with fear. They were trying to kill him.
During their season, Centaurs only saw outsiders as one of two things. Enemies, or potential mates. Tony, apparently, had been put quite thoroughly in the enemy column if the sharp whiz of arrows whipping through the air was anything to go by. He wasn't sure what was worse, to be honest. To die with an arrow piercing his breast, or to become what amounted to little more than a whore for the herd.
He paused, hidden by the briars and green foliage, and ran his trembling hands over his face as if he could scrub away the reality he was now being forced to face. The interior of the forest that he had seen, so far, was not what he had been expecting. There was no maze of trees into which he could slip inside and lose his pursuers. Indeed, it was clear that this part of the forest, at least, had been cultivated to allow for the tall, wide, bodies of the centaurs.
So he had a choice. A terrible choice. He could keep trying to run and eventually be taken to the ground, put out of his misery, or he could try to move himself from the enemy column to the potential mate. He swallowed sharply, his stomach turning as the ground vibrated faintly beneath his heaving chest. He didn't have much time. He ran the odds. He knew what he needed to do if he wanted to make it out of the pasture alive. Perhaps Tyberius had thought Tony would be too proud to bend? To submit? It didn't matter. He wriggled out of the briars and immediately began to strip down. His hands were shaking, a fine tremor working its way through his body as he shucked off his pants, shoes, and socks with an urgency that only grew as the sound of hooves thudding against the forest floor grew louder.
Naked, save for his black boxer briefs, Tony collapsed to his knees and threw his arms up and behind his head, fingers lacing together.
It didn't take long for the thunder of hooves to grow louder, until he felt the pounding echoing in his chest, stealing his breath. He kept his gaze downward, unable to hide the way his body was shaking, as the Centaurs approached him. He licked his dry, cracked, lips as he caught sight of long, powerful fore legs, the flash of hooves, and the creak of leather.
Tony kept his gaze pointedly on the ground. Male Centaurs were notorious for their aggression during mating season. The littlest outward sign of defiance could be construed as a challenge, and the Centaurs would act accordingly. Tony had no desire to be speared through with a lance, a sword, or pierced by an arrow. He flinched, muscles in his shoulders tight and trembling, as the beasts began to circle around him. Their movements measured, slow.
Tony was no fool. He didn't let their seeming calm lull him into a false sense of security. They were probably the farthest thing from calm right now. A shudder took him as one veered closely to him, close enough that he could smell the heady musk of sweat and horse flesh, feel the heat rising off their lightly furred bodies. Tony didn't know what he had been expecting, but the sheer size of the Centaurs was enough to make him smother a plaintive whine that was building up in his chest.
Tony had seen plenty of horses in his lifetime, had even gone to the races to watch their powerful, sleek bodies stretch and move. He had felt a bit of awe then. But these Centaurs were nothing like those racehorses Tony was familiar with. No they were huge beasts, broad and barrel chested, thickly muscled. More akin to a Clydesdale than the sleek lines of an Arabian. He didn't dare look up to see where horse met the flesh of man. Didn't dare raise his gaze past their fore legs. There were three of them. One with dappled gray coloring, another a sooty black, and the third a golden dun color.
Tony swallowed tightly, feeling the sweat bead across his forehead and trail down the sides of his face.
āLook what we have here,ā A deep voice intoned, the timbre of which sent a shiver skittering down his spine. Tonyās heart stopped its frantic beating in his chest as a pair of sandy colored forelegs stepped directly into his line of sight. He heard the metallic tching of a blade pulled from a sheath, the whisper of sound enough to startle Tonyās heart back into a pulsing, frantic, tattoo inside of his chest.
āPlease, I-ā The words no sooner left his lips then the press of cold steel met the underside of his chin, stilling both his tongue and his breath. Slowly, with a gentle sort of pressure, the blade pressed upward, forcing Tony to tilt his face up. Hesitantly his gaze climbed the broad expanse of powerful horse flesh to where the golden coat tapered off into smooth, lightly tanned, skin. The Centaur wore no shirt, no covering, save for a thick, corded, leather belt where human flesh met horse flesh and two leather bands that wrapped around bulging biceps. He was broad of shoulder, well muscled, and had the type of abdominals that many of Tonyās friends would give their left arm for.
Tonyās gaze stopped at the Centaurās throat and square chin, refusing to budge upward. To meet his gaze. Meeting the beastās gaze would be construed as a challenge. An outward act of aggression. Tony was painfully aware of just how close that blade was to his own bobbing throat.
āThe boy is pretty for a human,ā The Centaur in front of him murmured thoughtfully.
āAnd fast.ā Came a hoarse chuckle from behind. āIt was a merry chase he offered indeed. Little disappointed it ended so quickly, though.ā
āThatās your own fault, block head. I told you firing arrows after him was only going to spook the boy.ā Came a third, gruff, voice. āLook at him now, shaking like a leaf.ā There was a bit of scorn lacing the laughter in his voice.
Tony swallowed, feeling the sharp bite of the sword at his throat, and closed his eyes.
āI submit. I submi- agh!ā He yelped as a broad hand knotted in the loose curls at the back of his head and jerked his head backward at an unholy angle. Tonyās startled gaze flew up to meet narrowed blue eyes as bright and deep as the oceans that Tony had once swam in as a child. He sucked in a sharp breath, momentarily stunned by the gaze that was as striking as any blow. Slowly he was able to take in more features. Those blue eyes, for instance, were framed by thick blonde lashes. A strong, roman nose, and a wide mouth that looked as if it were made for smiling but was currently pulled into a tight, disapproving, line. He had cheekbones that could cut glass, and was classically handsome in a way that was seldom seen in the world anymore. He looked more like a living, ancient, statue than a flesh and blood creature. The sheer beauty of him stole Tonyās breath, his gaze greedily flicking up to study the creature as closely as it seemed that he was studying Tony. Long blonde locks of hair, a near match for the color of the Centaurās coat, were twisted into complicated braids. If he wasn't mistaken, Tony swore he could see bits of bone and shell twisted into those locks. The Centaur holding him, one hand in his hair and the other with a blade to his throat, bared his teeth in a flash of vicious white.
Immediately Tony dropped his gaze, cursing his curiosity.
āWhat are you doing here, human?ā The inhuman growl seemed to find a place in Tonyās chest where it resonated, making his insides quake.
āI, uh,ā his gaze darted nervously up, and then down, even as he wet his lips nervously with his tongue. āI was justā¦ā frantically he scrambled for a valid reason to be in the pasture at all, let alone during season. He couldn't find one.
āIā¦ was lost?ā The words sounded uncertain to his own ears. He heard a pair of guffaws coming from behind him. Tony winced at the sound.
āLost in the Pasture Lands,ā The Centaur in front of him intoned dryly. āWhat a lovely story. Perhaps now you can try the truth. Last chance, human.ā
Tony shuddered, feeling helpless in a way that was beginning to edge toward frantic. The bite of that blade was digging deeper into his throat, and he knew he was mere moments away from decapitation. Fuck. Shit. He couldn't think. He couldn't -
āThe truth. Now, boy.ā
Tony yelped as the blade bit far enough into his skin to draw blood. He could feel it, hot and sticky, trailing sluggishly down the side of his throat.
āAh! Shit! Okay - Okay. Just - I lost a bet, okay?ā Tony swallowed frantically, his voice cracking like a prepubescent boy. If Tony was in any state to care, he might be ashamed at the desperate fear that was coloring his voice. āI was drinking and I lost a bet. So theyā¦they said I have to stay in the Pasture for twenty four hours. I, f- ah, that hurts!ā Tony yelped, his eyes flying up to the furious face of the centaur above him.
āSo you trespass on our lands during our most sacred of timesā¦ for mere sport? Disrespecting our ways is some sort of joke to you?ā
āNo! No - not a - no sir!ā Tonyās hands twitched where they were interlocked behind his neck, tempted beyond reason to try and wrap around the hand fisted in his hair. That, he knew, would be a mistake. He needed to submit fully, offer no resistance, otherwise the Centaur would run him through with that blade at his neck. His stomach twisted miserably. This was not going well for him. Not at all.
There was a slight chuckle behind him. āSo respectful for a little human. And so terribly young. Young enough to learn, eh Cap?ā
Tonyās eyes fluttered shut as he cursed mentally. Not only had he been captured by the Centaurs, but he had managed to stumble into a Captain of their army. Thisā¦ this was great. He was so fucking dead.
āDo you know what we do with trespassers, human?ā The whisper came from his left, from the black Centaur. A fleeting glance out of the corner of his eye was all he allowed himself, but it was enough for him to get the impression of yet another broad chest, dark eyes, and dark hair.
āA slap on the wrist and a stern warning? And then let them go?ā
The dappled gray centaur chuckled behind him, āI like this one, heās got spirit.ā
Tony bit his lower lip and mentally cursed his inability to keep his fucking mouth shut. He couldn't help the hiss of relief that left him as the blade was pulled back from his throat, nor the sudden slump to his shoulders as said blade was returned to its sheath.
āWe do not allow trespassers within the Pasture.ā The golden Centaur intoned. āIf you want safe passage back to your human lands, you must pay for it.ā
Tony nodded eagerly, despite the hand still fisted in his hair. āYes! Yes, I can pay for it. Whatever you want. I can-ā
The Centaur holding him captive snorted, a very equine sound, and Tony nearly bit his tongue in half to still the relieved words that wanted to come pouring off it.
āWe are not interested in your human gold, lad. We have no need for it. There is only one thing you can offer, and that is your submission. Do you choose to submit?ā
Tonyās stomach soured briefly. They wanted him to submit, likely sexually, in order for him to go home. But he would get to go home. Safe passage, that was what the Captain had said.
Heya folks, I am sad to say that due to this administrationās shitty policies I lost my job last week. Iām in a transition period and job searching, but if you like the writing Iāve done or the edits/moodboards Iāve made or are just feeling generous in general (say that three times fast lol) my KoFi is available if youād like to make a little donation and help me pay some bills and buy groceries.
Be well yāall, and donāt forget to reach out to the people you loveāthese are hard times for everyone and we need community more than ever ā„ļøā„ļøā„ļø
Iām so happy to say I have a new job that Iāve been dreaming of doing for years now, but I took a $20k pay cut to do it so your girl is struggling lol
I have medical bills that need to be paid and I broke a tooth yesterday that will require a root canal and rebuilding, all of which comes out to around $1200 that I need to come up with.
I know everyone is struggling right now, so if all you can do is reblog, I sincerely appreciate that so much!
Next edition of my Avengers Redesign Collection: Iron Man! I was kind of scared to approach this one not gonna lie, it's not often that I draw ANYTHING that looks robotic, but I took this as a chance to learn something new š I took inspiration from various suits from the comics, like the late eighties-early nineties, and some more modern ones. However, I wanted to do something different with this design so I covered him in gold āļø I think it turned out pretty well! Next up is Hulk so stay tuned!
I almost didn't make it, but hey, it's still the 4th of July in the US, so happy birthday to Steve Rogers and the true embodiment of what a hero is supposed to be.
I finally managed to successfully use Procreate and even have fun with it. Only Cap could have that power lol
