WAIT WHO THE FUCK SAID MATSULIGHT AND WHY ARE THEY ONTO SOMEHTING
Hey not to ruin anyone’s day but how long do you think Charlie stood by the edge of Todd’s bed, looking down at his peaceful sleeping form and steeling himself for the message he couldn’t delay forever? How long do you think he stood trying to give Todd just a little more time existing in a world that Neil was still in?
Was in a doodling mood last night, so I tried to design some characters for a class project.
First page I liked, then I tried to do a bit more dynamic drawing of the elf. They ended up so weird and I went to bed. Anyway enjoy this weird little granny and her magic apprentice.