oh, we're doing all 72 seconds of this exchange, lads. but for now have some extremely rough key frames because i haven't animated in like a decade and ya girl's trying to relearn and trust the process. also i still haven't actually drawn arthur yet, because i'm impatient/giddy and wanted to jump right into key framing, but we're here to have fun we're here to giggle, what we're not here to do is stress out and fall down the elevator shaft.
love myself a cockroach of a character. i look at them and go ”how is that fucker not dead? they should be dead. they should be dead ten times over. how are they not?” and 90% of the time the answer is a combo of sheer stubborness and homosexuality
is THIS your man? [shows an image of a malnourished injured exhausted man with big sad eyes looking up at the camera with blood smeared all over his face and mouth. and he is visibly trembling]
arthur. we are in a vast scottish countryside. the sky is dark and cloudy, and... it's watching us with a big stupid eye.
wait! to your left. there's a cabin. there are two men standing outside of it, wearing dumb little backpacks as if they are going on a trip despite the treacherous current weather, arthur. arthur i think they're holding hands, which is disgusting, considering the shorter one, well... he's all eyes, arthur