Tingle the Fairy

ANOTHER SUPER OLD PICTURE I FOUND. This is totally during the phase when I refused to draw hands. I have no idea what Tingle is doing. Not showing his hands, fo shoo.


Yeah. Had to do it. Ladies and gentlemen, presenting Tingle the thirty-five year old fairy and the Great Fairy whom aims to stab him through the heart and put him out of his misery!

Might I present you with exhibit A (which I’m pretty sure Mei is responsible for originally showing): [link]

This is the best way to describe my brothers reaction upon seeing Tingle for the very first time. He walks in the room while I’m innocently playing Majora’s Mask and squeals when he sees the thing plastered up my television screen. Because me, being the complete retard that I am, had to stand up really close to him and zoom in on his hilarious features. Then of course, after the exclamation, I am reduced to hysterics.

You’ve got to wonder if the Great Fairy hasn’t set out assassins to finish off the one sullying their good name! How dare that imposter go around saying he is what he is CLEARLY not! What better way to get something done than to just go and do it yourself?

Part 3 of the death series I’m working on. It’s all based on that moment when you know death is near, yet you’ve reached a point where there’s nothing that you can do to stop it from happening. You are forced into acceptance, with fear or without, giving into the inevitable hand of death.