
{Okay, so it’s not really holiday-ee or pretty or what-have-you, but I tried putting a Santa hat on him two days ago—that backfired magnificently. Because this is a rather poo gift and late, you can also request a specific drawing from me!
Happy holidays, Peter-mun!
Darcy-mun}
No contest, Grayface!
Darcy’s Definition of a Good Friend*:

*Do not follow any advice on this blog unless it’s out of character (OOC)…and even then, take it with a heavy dose of salt
and the phrase: Can’t find my fucking tablet pen UGH.

If anything, I’m the older sister. I know, I know, Tony’s older than dirt, but could you really see him as my father-figure? Nuh-uh, Sweetcakes.
I prefer both actually. Sometimes tricks can be treats, if you know what I mean!
Boy, do I wish! Nope, just the same ol’, same ol’ around here…avoiding paperwork and Tony, the dude who is responsible for most of the paperwork. It’s been a crazy coupla days trying to get everything ready for the camping trip. I blame Tony.
But then again most people do. ;)
I’m sorry. My life has been overtaken by Nick Fury.
I’m gonna update.
I’m gonna do it.
If I don’t, feel free to punch me in the tit arm, okay?
—Darcy

I come back from a little vacay to 12 questions! You all sure know how to make a girl feel wanted!
((I’ll get to them, I swear. All of them. Gosh, I haven’t drawn a Darcy ask in ages. Thank you so much, Anon(s). Let me love you!))

“Yeah, We know Loki, we heard you the first 50 times you said that to us”
“You’ll be my first minion, Darcy Lewis and I’ll make you wear a pink uniform for your insolance.”
“Whatevs; I’ll rock that outfit.”