Captain Neverever

starspangledshitpost:

Captain America No. 302, 1985

eunnieboo:

day and night. i was thinking about a member of the royal court who moonlights as a city guard… the constellations on her face are made up of her freckles!

codeflaws:

im drawing more witch au stuff and since its taking forever bc im a dumbass, here’s a tony from the bunch 

superhusbands-are-my-life:

idkanatomy:

armor ref

Steve can taste Tony’s blood on his lips, metallic, and sharp; it’s wrong and biting, almost acrid. He cries because that’s all he can taste on those still lips.

Suddenly, those still lips move and there’s a thin, strained whisper. “You didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easy, did you?” Steve cries harder because all he can taste on those lips is Tony’s sweet breath.