Stories can shapeshift, they are multiples.
In
this Wonderland, Alice have had enough of the Hearth’s Queen
shenanigans. She found a chainsaw, some combat boots, and started
hacking her way through the Queen’s gardens, to the delight of the
Cheshire puss.
– “Told you, you are quite mad too…”
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I always wondered : what has became of theses poor little guys in the finale of Gravity falls ?They were not part of the throne, so… were they dump somewhere ?
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Seasoned fighter, experienced flyer,
Like no one else, smooth wit’ words,
Ya cunnin’ fox ! I dare ya to do better,
Keep flying you landless lord !
With an angel and the epic traveler,
Yer not wandering, but exploring,
For that I respect thee, you scoundrel,
You magnificent bastard, keep flying !
Pencil doodle on A5 sketchbook, textured for a thank-you card to a dear friend.
The spell worked just fine. Not only she could breathe easily among
the sulfurous fumes, but she won’t even be incommoded by the smell. Her
progression was slow, her path always bloked by the hot natural
chimneys of this land. To her knowledge, no humans made up this far.
She
was close, she could feel it. Soon she will be the first to discover
the final destination of the Everwind, at the very center of the Land of
Fire.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Somewhere on the swamps of the North Sea, England, February 21, 1925
Sean was leading the newly formed squad of ne’er-do-well
through the swamps. Cautiously, they avoided getting to far off the
road, and thanks to the moonlight, managed to close up to the Misr
Mansion without triggering any alarm. There was a sentinel at the gate,
but luckily, it was snoring loudly. They managed to dispose of him
swiftly. Martin was behind, and Sean knew he had called the fuzz for
backup. They had now only a few hours before the place become too
crowded. The lieutenant hadn’t spoke a single intelligible word since
then, always mumbling in some strange dialect Sean coudn’t recognize.
He thoughts were tense, but clear : “Hang on Yasmina, I’m coming for ya !”
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Excerpt from an ongoing run of Call of Cthulhu Campaign : The Masks of Nyarlathotep (London chapter)