4:52 AM
“I’m fine,” he rasps.
“You got shot,” Django says, as if just remembering, his hands curling hard around King’s wrists. He looks up from under a thunderous brow and, this close, his eyes are darker than the space between the stars. ”You died on that stinking slaver’s floor, you son of a bitch.”
Another illustration of Eva’s gorgeous work, A Lonely Fire.
(Sequel to this)
AHHH OK THE QUALITY IS SHIT RN BECAUSE I DID A FASTER RENDER BUT
HERE IT IS???
I’m not gonna be able to change much at this point, I know there are some serious timing and continuity issues, but
WHAT DO YOU THINK?? Is there anything GLARING that I need to change?
THANKS GUYS AHHH IT’S DONE
btw this is my animation blog ^
4:56 AM
“It will be a useful skill, for when you see your Brünnhilde again.”
Iono, King teaching Django to ballroom dance.
1:36 AM
King Schultz in long underwear AKA skinny Santa Claus
