And long ago, in the center of Mexico was the quaint little town of San Angel. Now, naturally, since San Angel was the center of the universe… Directly below it lay The Land of the Remembered. A festive and magical place for those who live on in the memories of their loved ones. And below that lies The Land of the Forgotten. The sad and lonely destination for those poor souls who are no longer remembered.
She is not kidding
Also Axy drew a comic where Xibalba ducktapped a paper crown on La Muerte’s pregnant belly.
Hey hey hey, little ones.
This is the beginning of my story. And while i’m at telling it to you don’t be shy and ask me anything you want, i won’t bite.
With Love, Franny.
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had been thinking a bit more about ‘god mode’ la muerte and xibalba and doodled these up at work. maybe call them more something like “battle mode”, where la muerte’s hat turns into a big flame and skull mandala and marigold petals swirl around her to be fired at ememies. and xibalba, the ever subtle, just becomes a honking big feathered serpent made from tar and bones. tried to make his head look like the quetzalcoatl statues you see at aztec ruins. also his black candles now run down is spine, although they got cut off here.
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I am upset by how cute these silly wooden rectangles are. Infuriated.
