Today Is Wet Beast Wednesday!

a lil skrunkly guy that i drew on my bfs birthday card, he’s called sneeble deeble. his favourite food is yoghurt and he likes short walks off a pier.

PLEEASE PLEASE STOP HATING SHARKS.

THEY ARE SO BABY

THEY ARE SO CUTE

THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

PLEASE

[ALL PICTURES ARE FROM PINTERST <3]

would you pet him? 😳

HELLO!!

HI

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DINOSAUR!!!!!!!!!!!? :>

tell me tell me please

hand study as an excuse to draw mel

i had written this at 3am last night and i just thought that it was a nice description of sleep, so i’m deciding to post it here

sleep feels like a hug from a loving parent. and though sometimes you try to resist it, you fall into its embrace in the end. soft and dark, you feel all it’s harsh edges and it scares you a little, thinking of what it could do. but you know it will be alright, because sleep will always be there for you. and it will always greet you warmly. and no matter how hard you resist it, no matter how little you get. it’s always there, just waiting for you to come back to it. even if it is just to lightly graze it’s skin. it will be most thankful though, of when you embrace it fully, wrap both arms around it, squeeze gently, and hold onto it for a while. it will wrap an arm around your back, a hand placed gently on your head, it’s chin rested on your hair, gently nuzzled. sleep will always try and be gentle with you. because it needs you as much as you need it, you just don’t realise it. i need sleep. bad. i need it badly. and i’m ready to slip into it’s warm embrace. i love you sleep, thank you for being there. goodnight.

details in the ekko page of the official art book is making me incredibly ill as it is confirmed that the words and doodles all over the book are in fact, jinx’s thoughts and feelings

best boy. a crown over his head. the aggressive scribbling over their held hands. hearts drawn all around him. discreetly writing her own name on his arm. making his hair partially blue to match hers. and do not even get me started on the “would you dance with me?” GOOD FUCKING BYE

“Maybe death is like falling asleep.”