I can’t say this enough: I love your art so much! Not just Tony stuff but just in general! I love your style and the colors you use and literally everything about it! Keep up the amazing work!
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I can’t say this enough: I love your art so much! Not just Tony stuff but just in general! I love your style and the colors you use and literally everything about it! Keep up the amazing work!
Coming home to the silence and the stillness had only amplified the nightmares. The thrashing. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. Steve’s mind wasn’t right and he knew it. He also knew what his mother would say had she still been alive; not to lose hope. Not to find solace at the bottom of a bottle like his father did. So, instead, Steve did his best to channel everything into his art. Luckily, he’d kept the practice going while he was in the service. There were some sketches in his notebook he built off of.
On a whim Steve bought himself some paints. With a little practice he was able to bring some of his sketches to life.
What he never expected was for anything to come of his art. It was his therapy. When he had difficulties holding down a regular job it was also a way for him to keep his sanity. But, next thing he knows, there’s people buying his pieces. Others contact him for information on commissions. Now Steve finds himself standing in the middle of a throng of people because a few friends helped him put together a gallery.
It’s like something out of a dream. When he was younger and art was all he had to keep him moving in a forward motion, Steve always hoped that one day his art would make others happy. He didn’t even care about making money off of it, he just wanted someone to smile.
A hush weaves it’s way through the crowd. Steve’s so overwhelmed by the amount of people trying to grab his attention that it barely even registers. Is that Tony Stark? It took several different voices for the words to actually register yet, there he is. Steve’s favorite singer stands close enough to a gallery light that it practically shines a spotlight down on him. // @endguilt gets a plotted starter
“Earth just lost its best DEFENDER.”
“A living LEGEND, who kind of lives up to the legend.”