And told you I loved you.
But then the ocean took you back,
And now I just hold goo.

This is Cleo the box jellyfish (sea wasp if you want to get specific). She's a member of the support group Sepia's a part of, the first step in a personal project/exercise I've cooked up to encourage myself to get better at art, and also the least likely to actually teach me anything about drawing. So it goes.

Jellyfish in this particular universe have evolved to maneuver themselves onto land, but no one's exactly sure why nature bothered. They move slowly, dry out easily, drag their stinging tentacles like nightmarish bridal trails, and every day on land for them is tedious and exhausting enough to count as three days. That said, they're basically Ghibli water, and are known to shape their gelatinous hoods into something less amorphous than you'd find in their non-sentient counterparts. Cleo opts for a look that could be a mouse, but might also be some kind of mustelid.

Jellyfish tend to play fast and loose with gender, but Cleo actually is biologically female. She writes mystery novels, and though she's decidedly asexual, moonlights by writing kinky short stories that would make the Marquis de Sade blush.