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  • shiny-sugar-art:

    For @asta-daily

    Awwww… cute !

  • shiny-sugar-art:

    For @asta-daily

    Awwww… cute !

  • Melted

    Oh my! I’m glad you came by. You know, I have the strangest and
    weirdest issue right now: My furnitures are melting! Strange, isn’t it?
    Look at my drawers ! I cannot open them anymore… I really hope the
    silvery is not affected. Oh what a drag!

    What ? is there something on my face ?

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • High Priestess of Cthulhu

    Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Ph’nglui mglw’nfah Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!

    Speaking
    about the Elder Gods Tarot, the project is still under way, but not
    abandoned ! Coincidently, it happens I get a similar commission that I
    must finish before completing the tarot. The prototype has been
    designed, all cards drawn and template had been set up. Minor
    adjustments and coloring are all that’s left. Soon you’ll be able to
    contemplate the Cosmic Horror of the Old Ones in a playable form.

    ‘though
    I still need to ask to Chaosium if it’s all right to distribute it “as
    is”. Lovecraft is public domain, but I’m not sure about the others,
    especially the Sandy Petersen’s take on it. Anyhow, that’s just looses
    ends I need to tidy up.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook, by Ko-fi request for KhurtKhave
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  • Alice found a chainsaw

    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…”

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook, by Ko-fi request for KhurtKhave 
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  • Gravity falls – Poor raccoon

    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

  • Keep Flying !

    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.

  • Wind and smokes

    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

  • The Masks of Nyarlathotep – Infiltration of the Misr Mansion

    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)

  • Mermay – The deep friend

    Mermay is coming to an end, so this is my last minute submission to an overall quite pleasant event.

    Starry
    Crown has a secret. She knows a spell that no other seapony knows. She
    learned it by listening to the songs of the deep sea, but she’s afraid
    to tell the others, for they would find it quite silly to hear voices
    from the abysses. There is no pony there !

    They
    are right. But when she cast the magic spell, when she chant it in this
    old and forgotten tongue, then a beautiful orb of light appears.And when she goes to the verge of the deep seas, near the precipice, then it appears. Massive, scaly and strong tentacles emerge from the darkness, attracted by the strange light of the Orb. At first it seems scary, but she knows it is quite playful, tender and funny.

    That is Starry’s friend from the deep. Remember : it’s a secret !

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook