#spooks scribbles

[godlessbroadcast]

Commission for @jacob-the-gun! I had so much fun with this one

[shameofokhasis]

i’ll uncanny YOUR valley bitch

[timethehobo]

Startled little guy.

[bichenique]

idk what to draw anymore except sad gay men. 🫠

[squishysquib]

witch hunt!

[skylertheminish]

Finally did it. Power went out at one point and now I have a new pair of brown trousers. Anyway have Luke.

3 am drawing is fun.

Like it? Reblog it! :)

[scribe-of-the-moon]

NEWS NEWS NEWS NEWS

Sometime in October, likely the latter half, i will be hosting a Halloween festival/fair in Mesagoza! Haunted houses, ghost-types, special effects assisted by zorua and zoroark, and more!

As a disabled person, I am going to make sure this event is as accessible as I can possibly make it. There will be appropriately made ramps, quiet rooms, indicators that you are not to be jumpscared or startled, plenty of places to sit, water at even points around (with little flavor thingys if you're like me and can't stand the taste of water!), sharps boxes, and anything else that comes up!

If you have any recommendations for attractions, events, and accessibility, don't hesitate to tell me! I'll update with more information as things go along!

[thebusytypewriter]

Holy shit that was fast—

I’m going to do better responses to each trick or treat after classes are done for today I swear, so for now all you trick-or-treaters are greeted by a Salem Spook in their element

[keeps-ache]

once again i am on the playlist lol

[lumilasi]

idk why I keep wanting to drop versions of Angus into these Arcane fics, I have an idea for yet another one where I'd utilize him (tho this time in a more antagonistic role leaning into his original version who was a villain and not a tired-of-yo-shit strict but caring doctor/single dad)

First time drawing Herald Viktor; this is a scene from the next OMaW chapter, that I am in fact going to post today already, bc it is actually fully written down already!

This is a nightmare/flashback vision of sorts Jayce is having in one scene. What exactly is this all about? Guess you'll have to read the fic to find out!

(no, but forreal, even the chapter scene itself will not give you full context yet, it is not the time for that reveal quite yet in the story, so I will not spoil it here!)

[rothsothy]

Drawn in Scribble It (on Steam) using a regular wired computer mouse in October 2023 for the spooky season. Background music/soundtrack is a custom rearranged instrumental piano cover I made based on Invisible Ink/Credits theme by Kevin Smithers from Frankelda's Book of Spooks, a Mexican stop-motion animated series

[godlessbroadcast]

Getting the hang of ms paint

[lamb-teaa]

` Little Miracles!

` pairing: Sylus x fem!reader

` tags: fluff! fluff! fluff! late-Christmas fluff! short ficlet. marriage life, your honor. soft husband Sylus.

` teaa's note: laaate but heck at least i finally got this outta my brainrot! mewrry late-Christmas everyone!

You were up to something.

Sylus could immediately sense the moment he arrived home from his usual dealings. The twinkle in your eyes, the beaming giddy smile gracing your lips and the way you were practically bouncing on your feet when you pulled him towards the living room couch.

He raised a brow when he noticed you were hiding something behind your back, an amused smile twitched at the corner of his lips. "Hmm? What is it, sweetie?"

You eagerly placed a small gift box in front of him, your heart racing in anticipation and excitement as you gave his hand a light squeeze. “Christmas present for you.”

Sylus eyes the small sized red box tied with a string of blue ribbon, smiling softly, “Didn’t we agree not to give presents for Christmas? You’re already the best present I have in my life.”

A lovely blush adorned on your cheeks as you playfully booped him on the nose. "Ah my darling, a charmer as always, buuut this gift is something I can't not give you."

"Is that so." Sylus chuckled in amusement, now curious about the content inside the box. But then he noticed something perched upon a tall stand by the wide living room TV.

“..Why is the camera there?”

“It's for a memento.”

“Sweetie, if this is some kind of a prank I’ll-“

“Just open it!”

Sylus shot you an deadpan stare, torn between demanding a direct answer from you or indulge in your little fun. But there was something in your gaze that made him pause, the mixture of hope and worry shone in your eyes before Sylus finally decided to give in as he drifted his attention to the small gift box on his lap.

Slowly and carefully, Sylus pulled off the ribbon. Shaking the box slightly when he realized how light it felt and making sure you didn't put some kind of, well, something inside to spook him or anything - the cautious sight of him earned a slight annoyed eye roll from you despite the smile still present on your lips.

Opening the lid, he found himself looking at a small piece of black and white photo. Confusion etched on his expression when he examined it closer but then froze when he realized what it was.

A sonogram.

With a small handwritten note scribbled beneath the image.

‘You’re going to be a daddy!’

Sylus's head snapped towards you in an instant, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your still flat stomach, his hand slightly trembling as he held the sonogram.

“Are you sure?” His voice came out shaky, his eyes locked into yours as his heart raced with pure elation and hope.

You felt your cheeks hurt from smiling too much. Your husband’s reaction was too adorable and you were glad you had the camera set up early to capture this joyful moment. You chuckled and nodded cheerfully, cradling his cheeks into your hands, “Yes Sy, I took three tests this morning before confirming it through checkup with a doctor."

Sylus abruptly stood up, eyes still wide as saucers, “Are you really really sure?”

“I’m positive!”

Your squealed echoed throughout the living room when he picked you up and began spinning you around in his arms, his face buried against your neck, his voice came out in an awed whispered. "You're pregnant.."

Sylus carefully set you back on your two feet, surprising you when he suddenly kneeled down in front of you, his calloused hands holding your waist gently as he nuzzled his face against your stomach, his voice loving and tender as he whispered. "You're pregnant.. With my baby.. Our baby.."

Your heart warmth from the gesture, your fingers threading through his hair as you gently lifted his face up to look at you. An excited and amused giggle escaping your lips as you decided to correct him on something. "Babies actually, darling."

Sylus blinked, puzzled. "Huh?"

You let out another gleeful giggle, before tugging him once more to sit on the couch. Holding the sonogram up close to him as you began pointing to the three small gestational sac on the grainy picture.

"Look closer. There's baby A, baby B-"

Sylus nearly toppled over at your words. "Wait, what?"

"-And baby C!" You finished with a beaming smile, enjoying the shocked and flabbergasted expression on Sylus's face.

It's not often you get to see the big bad leader of Onychinus get caught off guard like this so you were thrilled to witness it yourself by announcing your first pregnancy.

Mission success~!

Sylus was rendered speechless, his mouth slightly agape as he observed the sonogram much longer, now finally noticing the three little bundle and realization hit him in an instant. "You're carrying three...?"

"Triplets, my loveable darling. Yes." You grinned, ruffling his hair to snap him out of his stunned stupor. "Our three little miracles on Christmas day."

Three little miracles.

Three bundle of joy.

Three times the love.

Placing the sonogram aside, he summoned his Evol, the black red mist wrapping around your figure as it very gently levitated you slightly in the air, causing you to let out a small squeak of surprise, before placing you to sit on his lap. His strong arms immediately circled around your waist, his face resting on top of your chest as he let out a soft happy chuckle.

"Thank you." His deep voice whispered in earnest, his hold around you tightened at the thought of you carrying his children, his eyes fluttering close to suppress the tears threatened to spill out. “Thank you for this wonderful gift."

Sylus embraced you tightly, lifting his face to gaze into yours, his eyes full of affection and warmth before capturing your lips in a sweet tender kiss that had you melting in his arms. "I love you, sweetie.”

You smiled against his lips, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer, deepening the kiss as both your hearts raced in sync from the overwhelming emotions. “Love you more, Sy.”

Lost in their love and warmth, the camera continued rolling, capturing the heartfelt moments between the two soon-to-be parents on the wonderful winter night.

[nilla03]

“𝐴 𝑃𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝑇𝑂𝑈𝐶𝐻“

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒

𝑃𝑙𝑜𝑡： 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑗𝑖

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠： 𝑖𝑛𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑗𝑖！

It’s been months since you first wrote to him—your sweet, careful words scribbled onto paper, like you didn’t know exactly what kind of man you were writing to. At first, he only responded for the hell of it, something to pass the time. But then you kept writing. Kept calling. Kept sending little pictures, telling him about your day, about the way you thought about him before bed.

Toji leans back against the cold wall of his cell, rolling his shoulders as he cracks his neck. The dull hum of prison life drones on around him—men talking, footsteps echoing, the occasional distant shout—but his mind is elsewhere.

You’d written him last week, said you were thinking about visiting. He didn’t take it seriously at first—figured you’d get cold feet, get spooked by the idea of stepping into a place like this just to see a guy like him. A big, fucked-up ex-hitman locked away with nothing but time and too many bad thoughts in his head.

But then his name got called today. Inmate Fushiguro. Visitation.

And now? Now he can’t sit still. His fingers twitch, jaw tight, every muscle wound up.

He thinks about the pictures you’ve sent—just little things, nothing too much, but enough to get his mind working. The way you look, soft and sweet, like you don’t belong anywhere near a place like this. Like you sure as hell don’t belong anywhere near him.

And yet, here you are. Coming to see him

Dressed up all pretty, he bets. Maybe in one of those little dresses you told him about, the kind that clings to your curves. Maybe with your hair done all nice, lips glossy and pouty. He swears he can already see the way you’ll fidget, the way you’ll tuck your hands in your lap, playing shy under his stare.

He’s been sitting in this hellhole with nothing to do but think—about you, about all the things he’d do

Got him hooked before he even realized it.

And now, here you are, stepping right into his world, like some dumb little thing with no sense of self-preservation.

“Fushiguro,” a guard’s voice snaps through the bars. “Visitation.”

Toji exhales through his nose, cracking his neck before stepping forward, offering his wrists up for the cuffs. The cold metal clicks around them, snug but not tight.

His patience is running thin by the time they lead him out, his mind already painting a picture of you. He knows you dressed up for him. Knows you probably checked yourself in the mirror a dozen times, playing with your hair, biting that glossy lip, wondering if you looked good enough.

Sweetheart, you don’t even know what you’re walking into.

By the time he’s escorted into the visitation room, his eyes are already scanning for you. And when they land on you—standing there, all soft and nervous in that little dress, eyes wide and pretty—his lips curl into a slow, dark smirk.

The visitation room is loud—voices overlapping, chairs scraping against the floor, the occasional bark of a guard reminding inmates to keep their hands visible. But none of that registers to you. Not when your eyes finally land on him.

Toji Fushiguro.

You’ve seen his handwriting for months now, memorized the way he talks through his letters, the teasing, the way he calls you sweetheart like you belong to him. You’ve heard his voice over the phone, deep and slow, taunting when you’d get shy, amused when you’d get flustered. But nothing—nothing—prepared you for seeing him in person.

He’s big. Bigger than you thought. His broad shoulders stretch the seams of his prison-issued jumpsuit, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing thick, veiny forearms. His hair is a little messy, longer than you expected, and his sharp green eyes are locked onto you the second you step forward, looking so out of place in this cold, gray room.

You tried to dress sweet for him—nothing too much, just a little sundress, soft fabric hugging your curves, hem flirting with your thighs when you walk. Pretty sandals, glossy lips, your hair done up all nice. You wanted to look good for him, and judging by the slow smirk stretching across his face, you succeeded.

“Damn,” he exhales, leaning back in his chair as his eyes drag over you, slow and heavy. “They really let an angel like you in here?”

You bite your lip, heat creeping up your neck as you take a seat across from him. “Wanted to see you,” you say softly, tucking your hands in your lap.

Toji tilts his head, his smirk widening. “Yeah? Came all this way just to sit across from me? Thought you’d be braver than that, sweetheart.” His voice is a little rough, edged with something dark, something that makes your stomach tighten.

Your fingers curl around the edge of the table, playing with the smooth surface. “I—I didn’t know if I should…”

“Toji.” A guard’s voice cuts through the tension. “Hands on the table.”

He huffs out a laugh but obeys, resting his forearms flat, fingers tapping against the surface. His eyes never leave yours. “They’re real strict about that kinda thing,” he murmurs, voice low enough that only you can hear. “Means I can’t touch you the way I want. Shame.”

You swallow, shifting in your seat, and his gaze drops to your thighs when your dress rides up just a little.

“You nervous, baby?” His voice is taunting, but there’s something deeper behind it—something that says he likes it. That he likes the way you fidget under his stare, the way your thighs press together when his voice drops an octave.

You nod, and his smirk turns sharp. “Should be,” he mutters, eyes flicking up to yours. “Been readin’ your letters, hearin’ your voice, thinkin’ about all the ways I’d handle a little thing like you if I ever got the chance.” He leans in just a fraction, voice thick with something dangerous. “You really think it’s smart to come here dressed all sweet, sittin’ all pretty, actin’ like you don’t know what you do to me?.

You let out a shaky breath, fingers twisting in your lap. “Didn’t mean to tease,” you whisper.

Toji chuckles, low and deep, the sound curling around your spine. “Nah, sweetheart. I think you did.” He shifts in his seat, his legs spreading under the table.

Your cheeks burn, and you can’t find it in yourself to deny it—not when he’s looking at you like that, like he could devour you whole if given the chance.

“You just wait,” he murmurs, voice rough with promise.

Toji is pissed. Not at you—never at you. But at the fact that the second he got a real taste of you, it was ripped away.

He sits on the edge of his cot, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled together as he stares at the concrete floor of his cell, jaw tight, muscles tense. His body still hums with leftover frustration, the kind that no amount of pacing or deep breathing is gonna fix.

All sweet and shy, sitting across from him, your little dress hugging your body just right, knees pressing together every time he spoke low, teasing. He saw the way you played with the hem, the way you bit your lip when he leaned in just a little, voice dripping with everything he wanted to do to you.

And the worst fucking part? The way your thighs squeezed together when he talked to you all sweet.

He saw it. Saw the way your breath caught, saw the way your fingers twitched in your lap. You liked it—the promise in his words.

And then the guards had to cut it short. Had to remind him where he was, who he was. Had to take you away before he could see just how much further he could push you.

Now, he’s stuck here, wound up so fucking tight he could snap.

And you? You’re probably outside now, getting into your little car, all flustered and worked up because of him. Probably staring at your phone, debating whether to call him, whether to send him another picture just to fuck with him like you always do.

Toji exhales through his nose, dragging a hand down his face before shaking his head with a low chuckle.

“Fuckin’ little tease,” he mutters, stretching out on his cot.

[florshedworf]

tmc art challenge. turn this into an alternate

[confessionsandcreampies]

maybe sae deserves it

at first, sae told himself the silences were just comfort. that she didn’t need to fill the space between them anymore. that the way she smiled quietly instead of rushing into his arms at the door just meant they were secure, settled. he’d come home from away games exhausted and she’d be waiting, wearing his hoodie, hair messy, eyes warm with the kind of softness that made even long flights and brutal matches feel worth it.

but this time, the house was dark. no shoes by the door. no music playing. no flicker of the tv casting that familiar home-glow across the living room.

he checked the clock. 10:48pm. she always waited for him. her phone wasn’t in the charger. her keys weren’t hanging. and then he saw a half-scribbled note on the counter in handwriting he used to trace down her spine:

out with the girls. don’t wait up.

it was nothing, right? nothing dramatic. just… different. he didn’t even know what bar she was at. when had he stopped asking?

sae sat down heavily on the edge of the couch. the silence now felt wrong. empty, not comfortable. the way it echoed told him everything he hadn’t been ready to admit.

when had she stopped lighting candles before he got home? when had her messages stopped saying “i miss you” and turned into just “let me know if you land safe.” when had she stopped calling him sae and started defaulting to just hey?

he remembered her looking at him before he left for the airport. she hadn’t kissed him goodbye. just nodded, and said “good luck.” she used to cry when he had to leave. and now she was laughing somewhere without him, probably in a place he’d forgotten she liked, wearing perfume he hadn’t noticed in weeks.

maybe she stopped waiting because she’d waited too long. and maybe… maybe he deserved that.

the door clicked open at 1:17am. she was laughing softly when she stepped inside, still mid-conversation over the phone. he heard her say ‘yeah, i’ll text you when i’m in bed, love you’ before she ended the call and set her keys on the counter. then she turned and froze. sae was sitting on the couch, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped like he didn’t know what else to do with them.

she blinked. “you’re back.”

he didn’t answer right away. just watched her. her makeup was still neat, but her lips were stained a little darker, like she’d reapplied in a bathroom mirror. her cheeks were flushed. not from wine, but from laughing. her smile had been real when she walked in. he hadn’t seen her smile like that in weeks.

“you weren’t here,” he said quietly.

she tilted her head. “i left a note.”

“you never used to leave notes,” he replied, eyes dragging down to the hem of her dress. she hadn’t dressed up for him in a long time. but for her friends? for some night out without him? she looked beautiful.

she crossed her arms, leaning on the counter now, a tired sigh slipping out. “you were gone. i didn’t think you’d care.”

that hit him square in the chest. “i do care.”

“do you?” she asked. not angry, but distant like she was too tired to fight. “you care now. but where was that the last ten times i waited for you and you walked in without even looking at me?”

his jaw clenched. “that’s not fair.”

she gave a hollow little laugh. “no, what’s not fair is loving someone who doesn’t realize you’re slipping away until you’re already out the door.”

he stood up slowly. like he didn’t want to spook her, or maybe because he was scared of what would come out if he moved too fast. “then help me fix it.”

her eyes met his and they didn’t soften. not like they used to. “i don’t think i can anymore,” she whispered. “i think i stopped hoping you’d notice a long time ago. and i don’t have anything left to give.”

and with that, she walked past him. no kiss. no touch. just the quiet pad of her footsteps toward the bedroom they used to share. sae stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by shadows, wondering when exactly he’d lost her and hating himself for only noticing when it was already too late.