Patreonsketch: Out of Ink
A small piece of paper fell from the sky, right into his hand. He knew this was the invitation he was awaiting, needing only to RSVP and wait for the magic. Yet, as he picked up his pen to write, he realized it was out of ink.
The invitation began to glow, and his limbs twisted and split into tentacles. As his face shifted, he smiled knowing he’d never be out of ink again.
October Experimental Sketch: thenomeking
Last Month’s reward for the $25/Month tier
Theme: Blank Invitations