Embossed notebook (Reaper)
Here's the Grim Reaper, off to do a bit of reaping on a stormy day. He'll be glad of having worn the cowl, I expect.
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Here's the Grim Reaper, off to do a bit of reaping on a stormy day. He'll be glad of having worn the cowl, I expect.
This young lady is poised to join the ranks of Nina Simone, Screamin' Jay Hawkins and Muse by putting a spell on you.
This lovelorn lady may be either receiving or sending letters to/from her absent paramour, there's nothing to give it away. It should however be observed that the one she's holding is never going to fit in that postbox. From the owl's expression, he's not going to go for being the postman, either.
Imagine if all the stars were black. The Sun is a star too, so you wouldn't be able to see a ruddy thing. Oh mind you, the crescent moon on this mournful little magicienne's trendy hat is still nice and bright. [Er, hold on a minute... -Ed.]
Well, whatever. Witches are supposed to subvert the laws of physics, after all.
Eschewing the sombre wardrobe of the classical witch, Rosa here is all about the pink. Apart from her hat. And her cat. Well, at least she's trying to change it up a bit.