i hope he finds his berries
i hope he finds his berries
*gentle gasp* I fEel a sHIP
Thank god I have inspirational dreams most of the nights to kick me into drawing again. Haven’t felt like drawing anything for myself for a while only done some commissions. So have some Wilson and WeeJay!
Art/WeeJay/Shadow Arm © ZombiDJ
Wilson/Don’t Starve © Klei Entertaiment
But that song tho…
•Must enjoy sweaters
•must let me borrow said sweaters.
•must enjoy cuddles
•must hug me a lot
•kisses are ok too
•I don’t care if u have a tummy that’s cute ok
•must sing to me
•must sing The Neighborhood and Bastille to meeeee
•must have movie dates
•dONT FORGET THE SWEATErs aGh
I lost my brother and have been disrespected by guys so much and lost all respect for them and myself but this year I met a few guys I never really talked to but they really made me think I could talk to a guy and not be nervous again and UNF- I love these guys (/)uvu(\) one of these fine men is: @emmetbrickowskivevo
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love
(Turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make ‘em touch
(Make it real loud)
dudes take your crazy japanese anime light show bracelets and git outta here you blinding me and the bae bruh
What are you so afraid of!?
I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle
Elsas about to lay down a mean-ass flow
Slowly feeling every pound of freezing air thrust at my face from the baron see was in no relation to the wringing ache rooming in my chest. I coughed and hacked at the water splashing at the back of my throat. The frozen salt water burned my weakening pores in my skin and my eyes reddened, slowly evolving pings of burning sensations.
My arms became numb. I didn’t know if I was still moving, but my mind somehow held me above the deep. I watched as my father’s ship slowly rocked harshly against the coarse waters. I had to live, It wasn’t an option. I tried to swim to the ship, until felt my heart sink to my stomach as I watched the ship turn and smash into the water.
The waves echoed and charged at me. I tried to regain feeling and at least attempt a pathetic back stroke to save myself, but took my last breath as I watched a giant wave with a fishing boat from the ship tangled together and smashed into me. My head cracked open and blood lavished the pacific as I slowly dropped to the sandy cold floor. I felt my lungs crush and scream for air, my head vibrating with pain, but I was at worst and slowly closed my eyes to let death take it’s next victim.
But I was wrong.
I felt soft, squishy bedding beneath me. My shaggy brown hair had been soaked in water and sweat making it stick to my face. I slowly opened my eyes feeling cold water rush up my lower half and caress my cheek. I sat up seeing an imprint on the sand of where I laid. I was alive? The driving question rang in my mind as I searched the horizon. I was on an island of some sort, nowhere near the baron.
I pressed myself up and wanted to stand but my legs weighed heavier than I remembered. Of instinct I check, but freeze seeing a scaled navy weaving. To be more realistic, it was a tail. I felt fear strike my heart and the scales spiked up as a trigger to my feared reaction. I slowly gripped my chest trying to keep my sanity low.
How would I leave? I could barely swim as it was. My father is bound to be searching for me. He had to be alive. I couldn’t be alone. I wouldn’t be alone. I flipped over to my front side and dragged myself upon the hot sand. The grains stuck to my palms and wrists. “Hello?!” I called out. My voice echoed. “I’m captain Lungst’s son!” I called out hoping someone recognized me. No response.
I laid my face into the sand. I ignored the burning. My confusion hurt more than this.