THORSDAY! Or the Viking Space Program. The helmet is so large to accommodate the fact he’s wearing a second horned helmet inside it.
The difference between magic and technology is that when magic suddenly decides to stop working out of the blue, no one is surprised. Thus, I declare that my scanner is magical.
So yeah, some horrendously scanned random sketching from the last week or so.
Wat. Yes. Random sketchification resumes. This time, I bring you exciting dudes standing around. One of those dudes is a skeleton. And one of them has a space suit that he probably stole from all the other dudes in space suits (don’t tell anyone, but I only know how to draw that one space suit).
Zomg, daily sketches for the last four days:
You’d think a skeleton wouldn’t need a space suit, what with being dead and all, but it turns out that skeletons get cold too.
A lady with a suitcase. What is in the suitcase? Strudels. Tasty tasty strudels. Man I’m hungry now.
And a happy robut. It’s happy because it has clamps for hands, and everyone knows clamps are superior to hands in every conceivable way.
Daily sketches for the last five days that I finally got around to scanning. Eventually the concept of ‘daily’ will sink in.