Brendanjoke

It was just like any other day, or so I thought at least. The birds were chirping up on trees, clouds were rolling by the bright blue sky and Elves were dumpster diving in the alleyway.

Okay, one of those three didn't sound right...

I had a boring life once. Recently though, it has become less boring... to put it one way.

Finding a random Elf in the dumpster? Heh, must be a Monday.

A normal person would have walked by. A normal person would have ignored it.

I must be a pretty weird guy, then.

Now I have this Elf swearing her allegiance to me. What's next, vampires?

Better not jinx it.

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My Servant Is An Elf Knight From Another World

So, it turns out I'm actually exceeding my time limit here.

After a while consisting of nothing but wiggly lines and broad strokes, I took a quick peek at my phone and saw I had already climbed past both the ten and fifteen minute mark and was currently halfway creeping into the twenties.

Best part about all this: my art piece isn't even close to presentable yet.

Her hair looked as if a cat high on that good kush broke into a yarn factory, her nose also looked to have also taken one too many hits in the ring, and oh… don't you even get me started on her eyes… oh, her poor eyes…

Why can't one just keep symmetrical when I'm making the other?! How many redraws does it take for fuck's sake?!

A Stroke Of Love, Part 2