One afternoon I had a nice tea in the lovely village of Alfriston. It came with a considerately resealable pot of jam. Strawberry jam. (Earlier that day I had also happened to acquire a pocket!Martin.)
pocket!Martin is chuffed.
Being told that you’re weird by a flatmate and yelling “fuck you, I won a BAFTA” in return does not help the situation…apparently.
Worth it to see the look of confusion on their face though.
(Edit: sorry I spelt Olivier wrong, I’m trying to upload a new version, but Tumblr is being difficult and won’t let me…)
SMAUGLOCK | The Final Battle!!! (But it’s all wrong!
For my new friend Eiko-chan, who asked me whether I doodled about The Hobbit. In fact I am. (But it’s all wrong!
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