Who The Hell Is Steve Cobs?

They a whole creature indeed

I am so sorry

I was just doodling one...and then I kinda went...insane

Lavender Eyes

The gentle honesty

In her vibrant eyes

They are always in bloom

At least to me

I look into her eyes

Admiring the beauty

Of her lavender eyes

The gentle honesty

In her vibrant eyes

They always lull me to sleep

From easing all my worries

I’ll always look into her eyes

Forever an admirer

Of her lavender eyes

sketches

I'M LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS VIDEO

FORESHODOWING IN A FREAKING "PARTY"????

I AM GOING INSANE WITH THIS SHOW

Love of Rose

Will you take this rose

Holding it in your heart very close

In hopes that love forever grows

Wishing the memory of it never goes

May you forever hold it in your heart

Even when we have to be far apart

As long as we grasp onto its symbolic art

The love of rose will never depart

Will you accept this rose

Regardless of all our woes

Despite all the sharp thorns and foes

Hold onto our love no matter who oppose

No matter all who want us to depart

A symbol of love I’ll forever impart

For the loss of love is quite bitter and tart

May this rose sow the seeds of a loving start

By the way this is Lampas mom, I’m still deciding the name I have some ideas

The one in the left is her as a child plus a version with some clothes, and the one on the right is her grown up (plus a version with some clothes)

cute lil crawfish :)

The fact "empaths" don't have empathy for childhood trauma survivors (ASPD, NPD, systems) is funny actually.

Maritime Moments

What sights will we see on our trip

The captain tells us many sea tales in a zip

Perhaps we’ll spot mermaids swimming near our ship

Protecting us from the sirens murderous grip

So many treacherous treasures we could see

With our X marked map and nifty key

Chests of riches hoarded by serpents of the sea

With our wit we shall take it and flee

What sights shall we see on our sailing trip

To hear the screams of the draugen from their ruined ship

Challenging us to a fast pace race to the beach strip

Forced to sail back with my mates and me in a whip

So many treacherous tales to tell and see

The ideas of adventure fill my mates and me with glee

Our captain toasts to her crew and beloved Marie

For no treasure surpasses times spent with my mates and me

I’m A Lesbiab