Ollie is a feisty little thing. He will not hesitate to bite if someone he doesn’t know gets to close to it, and rarely shows any remorse after doing so. If you tell it to do something, you can almost guarantee he will fight it until he has no other choice but to do as he’s told.
Truthfully, he is about 4'10 in height, though I’m sure he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you something different if you asked.
He may find some questions you might ask uncomfortable, though under the right circumstances, whether that be through force or lots of kindness , you’ll eventually get the answers you want.
With that being said, if you feel patient enough to approach this little brat, whether it be with a knife and some rope or a soft blanket and cookies, I highly encourage you to do so.
With enough love and care, he may even choose to open up to you.
Though, how you choose to treat it is entirely up to you.
Cookies are messy bussiness (but everyone has a good time regardless).
This is my piece for @op-secret-santa-2020. Merry Christmas @glannon!!! I hope this silliness gives you a smile. I wish you a lovely holiday season!!
Oh My God!! Bepo is so cute! I’m in love with your illustration <3 <3 ! I also adore your little comic it’s really funny ! Thanks a lot for your beautiful art, your present is amazing ! I’m immediatly saving this little bepo for my phone background!
I feel like Tyler and Josh mixed up their tops and Tyler was supposed to be all dressed up and like Blurryface and Josh was supposed to be sporty. But nope. Now we have a cute Blurry soccer referee and a fancy overgrown child
Jaskier didn’t often consider his size an advantage. Shrimp, after all, were both subject to hunting by the larger predators of the sea, and went largely unnoticed by the larger breeds of mercreatures. More than once Jaskier had had to dart away to a hiding place when a hungry mouth had come snapping. He craved attention, sure, but certainly not like that!
Today, though, his small size would prove to be an advantage for once.
He was out near the old fishing grounds, a place usually not frequented for fear of being seen and hunted by the humans that skimmed across the surface of the sea. It was a good place to find things, old junk the humans had discarded that winked and sparkled brightly under the refracted sunlight that filtered through the water.
Plus, as mentioned earlier, fish were largely wise enough to avoid the place, so Jaskier could relax his guard some as he sorted through the treasures on the seabed.
He was contemplating taking home an old silver locket—it was rather large for him, and useless besides, but so pretty—when he heard the sounds of a struggle. He darted inside the nearest hiding place he could see, a beat-up tin can, quailing at the thought of danger. But the sounds continued, far off, and after a few moments his curiosity got the better of him.
He peeked his head out, scanning all around him for the source of the disturbance. There, to the north past the seaweed forests, movement. Swimming as quickly as he could, he wove his way between tall strands of seaweed, the sounds of thrashing becoming clearer, interspersed with low grunts and cursing. Another mer!
He broke through the weeds to see someone tangled up tight in a large fishing net. Jaskier caught a glimpse of scales, a scarred fin, sharp teeth bared—he was a shark!
