pushhergrandmotherdown asked:

1 and 8 for ask meme!

1. When did you get into art?

I would say I had an interest in improving around 5th grade. I would just draw whenever I got bored. Some things have never changed since then, though. Hands are still hELL to draw.

8. What is your favorite piece that you have done?

Ehh, that’s really difficult! I guess it would be a traditional piece I did back in December. I don’t post my realism stuff here because who really cares about that? You guys are only here for Fire Emblem stuff.

It is hung proudly on my bulletin board <3


seventeen as camp half-blood’s demigod
ㅡaka percy jackson alternate universe

also; shoutout to @seventeenasdemigods for awesome headcanons of pjo!svt

Old Sport

51. Sport in My 100 Theme Fanfiction Challenge

“Why does he keep calling everyone, ‘Old Sport’?” Steve mumbled, cuddling into (Y/N), nuzzling his face into her shoulder.

“Because that’s Gatsby’s thing!” (Y/N) insisted, tearing her eyes away from the screen for a moment to glance over at him. “You’re missing the movie, Stevie.” She pouted playfully.

He lifted his head and smiled innocently, reaching up and just gently pecking her lips. “I know. But when Gatsby looks at the blonde girl like that, I can’t help but think about cuddling you.”

(Y/N) watched him and smirked, kissing him gently. “That is the single most cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, Old Sport, it’s pretty good.” (Y/N) grinned making Steve groan.

“Don’t start calling me that.”

“Why not? I think it suits you.” She insisted, giggling and poking his nose.

“What? Cap in a suit? Oh no, I have the suit. He just has tights.” came Tony’s voice as he strolled into the living room.

“Not that kind of suit, Tony.” (Y/N) laughed.

“Well what kind then?”

“She wants to call me Old Sport.” Steve muttered, glaring at Tony and almost daring him to do the same.

And of course, Tony did dare. “Old Sport…Cause you’re old.” Tony grinned evilly, running out of the room and starting to yell to the others.

“Look what you’ve done.” Steve glared playfully at (Y/N), poking her ticklish sides and making her squirm.

“Sorry!” She giggled, smirking up at him. “I’m very truly sorry-”

“Thank you.” Steve nodded in approval.

“-Old Sport.” She giggled out.

“(Y/N)!” came the annoyed groan.

Quite possibly the worst drawing of sister Mary Eunice out there but hey, it was just a quick sketch

  • i can cry on command
  • i once forgot what a straw was called so i called it a mosquito beak
  • i’ve had a mattress thrown at me
  • i had a lightsaber duel in high school
  • freshmen year during our first assembly i was pushed down the bleachers, rolled the whole way, kicked a senior football player in the back on accident, and the entire team screamed at me. i tried to hide under the bleacher behind me. it didn’t do shit
  • i can quote about 98% of the lion king
  • my great grandmother’s brother was killed by pancho villa
  • i don’t know why i’m doing this?
  • i need to clean my glasses
  • i spent most of my sophomore zoo trip hanging out with the wolves
  • i bought a skirt from work that’s super comfy and flattering and wow!!!
  • apparently i sleep in my sleep
  • (i was going to correct it but then)
  • lemme try that again apparently i talk and act out in my sleep and i’m really??? upset about things???
  • i used to play sailor moon and animorphs at recess with my friends
  • i met one of my best friends by barking at her and the other one was at disney world at the same time i was, three years before we actually met one another
  • my brother stepped on a bird at disney world (and my friend’s grandma saw the commotion and said something and. ye)
  • goddamn i want a shiba inu