Squigly finally gets some alone time.

I quickly threw together a simple background this time.The perspective is probably off, and I don’t think it’s particularly well composed, but I also don’t think there’s anything glaringly wrong with it. I only bothered at all because I thought the setting was important to get the feeling across.

I liked the idea of Squigly having to wait for Leviathan to fall asleep, then rub one out real slow so she doesn’t wake him up. Because of that, it takes a while for her to finish, so instead of spending a few minutes pumping air into a balloon and letting it out, it’s closer to taking nearly an hour to blow it up until it pops, and she’s only barely able to contain herself.

It’s the kind of genuine, unrestrained joy that really mellows me out. I spend a lot of time creating and consuming really dark, heavy media, and the modern news cycle constantly reports scary, foreboding shit because it grabs your attention. I guess I just cope with that kind of crushing, cynical shit by drawing, say, a girl just fucking ruining her bedsheets. At least she’s having a good time.