#scraps book

[grubloved]

swimmy with baby bottle by kasumi oomine

[grubloved]

this image was made by Foie Graphics (website). you can also find her at @foie on tumblr, or on instagram @/foiegraphics

[madfantom]

I wanted to finish this challenge back in November, but I was doing other things like a comics and etc. In addition, I recorded a speedpaint for it, but I transferred the material to a defective USB flash and it broke all the contents.

All art under cut

[alenseress]

(3/?)

[grubloved]

my moms side of the family plays Squeak religiously. it is a good card game that involves a lot of yelling and throwing yourself up out of your seat as far as you can reach across the 18-seater table to fling down a card atop a pile at the other end. it's THE the game at every family holiday on my mom's side. it lends itself well to being played in teams of two, also, which reduces the sheer number of decks you need to have to play. you play it with standard cards. but just a lot of them.

every team starts with a deck. you remove the jokers. the decks need to be mutually distinguishable. teams of two are a lot of fun, one of you counting threes and barking orders and feverishly nursing the solitaire pile (two of hearts! TWO OF -- you missed it!) and the other clutching the stack of thirteen and watching the field like a hawk (keep an eye out for an 8 of spades, i need an 8 of -- you passed it! give it back to me! hey!). we often do a system where every individual player has their own score sheet, and you trade partners every two rounds until everyone's played on everyone's team. there ends up being a lot of silly politics about who rotates when and whose team you want to be on and where you want to be placed at the table (don't put me at the corner of the table AGAIN! ok, justin, you Have to be on 3's YES both rounds. last time you were on 13's with me you missed TWO queens of hearts).

i dont get along great with my mom's side of the family. they're all mormon and weird about me and my sister. sometimes they say wild shit. they often have no idea how to speak to me, tiptoe around direct conversation. but they'll play with me and my sister same as anyone, help me toss an ace of spades all the way across the long table, grab my hand and yell squeak with me when we break the 13.

and then afterwards... things go back to the weird tension. i'll often go the entire time spending time at family events without anyone directly speaking to me other than to say hi, unless we're playing a game. one of my aunts cropped me neatly out of the family photos she posted to instagram. she never said anything about it. that's the way they work: if something is wrong, they don't talk about it. it's weird to be on the recieving end of that silence, to occupy the bubble of forbidden topics. i'll play the game, but it never really goes away. i feel ambivalent about them -- i like being family. i know they'd give me a place to stay in a pinch, help me if i needed it. but they'd never quite approve. i have been wondering if i simply shouldn't talk to them much anymore, have been quietly distancing myself in my head from their traditions.

but this year i spent thanksgiving with my black sheep uncle. he's sort of the outcast of the family -- a self-described transvestite since highschool, got tangled up in the meth trade, went to jail for a couple years, had a kid out of wedlock. he does a lot of mushrooms and cuts hair for his little town now. has a fantastic mustache. everybody else kinda tolerates him in a lot of the same way they do me and my sister. i love him, he's the best source of solidarity ive got in my extended family. when i visited him this time he cut my hair, gave my sister her first real girl haircut (described as "this hot-bitch rocker chick haircut i have an idea for").

we played squeak at his house. everybody around the table, him and his girlfriend and my stepcousins and my sister, all getting drunk off of shitty wine coolers he got for free from a friend who worked down at the food lion. warm and bright, the walls draped with local art and tapestries he got off of the internet, their fat cats observing from the kitchen. everyone shouting and laughing and doing increasingly worse at the game as the night went on. nobody quite remembering who won anyway. the tension gone. exactly and perfectly at home with my family in a way i hadn't been in years.

i'm gonna buy some playing cards this month, i think. teach my beloved to play.

Do y'all have any favorite card games?

[chloesimaginationthings]

can you. Can you draw scrap baby. And molten Freddy. OMG NO YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO MILLIE FROM THE BOOKS OMG!!! That would be lit. You know what else would be lit. More circus baby 🥺🙏

I have actually drawn scrap baby before!!

[corneredcopia]

Canon motel room one-bed storyline I dreamed of you for years. (And also read about you in multiple fics)

[grubloved]

also if u cant write about it with words then draw pictures! start with finger paintings and weird symbols and little stick figures. you can work your way up to cuneiform with time.

how do you start speaking again once you’ve stopped? i used to be outspoken as a teen and young adult but it got beaten out of me (mostly metaphorically). these days i can’t even write in a private journal without flinching.

flinch!

then write about the flinch. repeat until you die.

[hanafubukki]

You didn’t remember.

None of them did.

The be-speckled ghost oversees the room.

He’s happy to spend Halloween with everyone again.

When Malleus Draconia offered to make an Endless Halloween night to continue the joys of Halloween, of course he jumped on board too.

Just to spend time with everyone just a bit more.

Especially now that he remembered.

How fun! It is to see everyone enjoy the Halloween they preached about. To see his life long achievement come to fruition.

The colors! The costumes! The music! All of it more merry more than ever with close friends present.

They might not remember outwardly but the occasional glances his way tells they feel a kindred spirit.

That’s enough for him.

He can enjoy Halloween with them once again. Old friends. From his time in the book. And one from his travels, a mischievous one who now has short hair. The only one who remembers him from this motley crew.

This is Halloween! He exclaims with the other ghosts.

Let’s dance and be merry!!

He approaches you.

He’s been watching you all night.

Offers you a hand, you accept with a slightly confused look.

A part of you remembers.

He kisses your hand before pulling you for a dance.

Unbeknownst to you and all, you were dancing with the King of Halloween.

One more night and then everything will return back to normal.

But oh what fun it is! To have spent it with you and friends.

To one Skully J. Graves, it was the best Halloween he’s ever celebrated.

Dead or alive.

He can’t wait until next year to visit again.

Until then.

Happy Halloween!

[grubloved]

star animal by kasumi oomine

[misterpseudonym]

ford devoting his life to bill and then devoting his life to destroying him but still, it’s all bill, the devotion doesn’t go away, he was in his mind and his body and those imprints will stay there like a wine red stain, what else are you meant to do, you thought you were equals, but he was a god and you were a one-man church and your hands are clasped; no longer in prayer but a bitter guarded fortress. there’s metal in your head.

[vampireflowerarts]

✨ @citnamora’s request for some Bridget! ✨ I absolutely adore Bridget to pieces, so this was such a joy to work on 💖 My first time drawing her, and I loved how it turned out >w<

[ivoragrim]

[grubloved]

you cant win/but you can try/youre gonna lose. youre gonna die/dont die wondering

this song i wrote is very special to me. listen if you please

[spibder]

jeff fnaf

[winchestergifs]

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 160.5/327

5.11 Sam, Interrupted Written by Andrew Dabb & Daniel Loflin Directed by James L. Conway Original Air Date: January 21, 2010