#2spookyteen

[baspingo]

nekomimi spook..

[straycalamities]

do you look at the fanart if it’s spook or entre or any of your characters if it has the tag?

yeah i do! but it needs to have the right tag or i wont see it!

you can tag my url #straycalamities ^ probably safest bet for any ocs that dont have the below tags or you can use their blog/old blog urls if it works for the chara #asktheyoungentrepreneur (mainverse/lorax canon entre) #theyouthfultycoon (truffula flu entre) #asktheformerentrepreneur (2spooky!entre aka Spooktre) #2spookyteen (thneedville/thornville high jericho "spook" chavez) but "#jericho chavez" for spook also works especially if youre not drawing askblog spook/drawing current updated spook as does "#andrew cho" for andrew! "#entre" does Not work do NOT use that expecting me to see it 8(

[seaside-stars]

I’m rambling - a thank you letter to Skully

I’m fully aware that the chances of Skully somehow seeing this are astronomically low. His blogs (that I know of) haven’t been updated in years and the only other place I could find him was on RedBubble. But I’ve been emotional about Spook and the ask blogs this whole afternoon and evening so here goes nothing.

Putting this under a read more because it’s probably going to get long. TW/CW for talking about depression and slightly alluding to suicidal thoughts.

Dear Skully! So this whole thing started because I was moving stuff from an old hard drive to my laptop and came across pics I saved from the ask blogs and photos of my old Spook and One cosplays. I’ve haven’t been doing great and for some reason seeing those pics and photos hit me super hard.

For a bit of a background: I was homeschooled in my second year of high school but it was too hard so for my 3rd and 4th year I moved back to Hungary to finish school. While I was there I spent the weekdays at my grandparents’ place at a village, and the weekends at my dad’s. My grandparents didn’t have wifi so all I had was a few gigabites of data that had to be enough for school related things, calls with my mum who was still in Spain, and everything else.

Those two years of my life were without the doubt the worst. It was when my depression really started or at least got bad enough that I noticed. I developed anxiety/social anxiety, too. I cried daily. On weekdays I slept maybe 3-5 hours. I was miserable. 

But then I discovered Spook and Rocky and One and a few other ask blogs sometime in 2013 (I’m guessing). Since I didn’t have a lot of data and tumblr used up a lot I had to wait until the weekend when I went to my dad’s and could log in and catch up.

These ask blogs, these characters gave me a reason to hold on just a bit longer, just until the weekend so I could go and see what they’ve been up to.  They got me to draw even in that awful time. One of my first cosplays ever has been Spook. And although I didn’t know it then, cosplaying Spook has been a huge step towards realizing I wasn’t cis. (and though indirectly, it was also because of the ask blogs I realized I wasn’t straight either, since i wouldn’t have met the girl I developed a crush on without them)

I was a lonely awkward teen and I made friends because of these characters. I went to one of my first cons as Spook and found a few people cosplaying the other characters. I was so excited and happy and we were friends for a while. 

Even after I finished high school and moved back home I kept up with the blogs. I watched the drawing live streams when I could because I seriously loved (and still love) how you drew everything. I never interacted much. I was too anxious to say anything in the streams, I don’t even know if I ever sent an ask, I mostly just liked and reblogged stuff, maybe screamed in the tags, and posted my fanart and cosplay. 

Even though you didn’t know me, even though we never talked, you helped me so much and I will be forever grateful.  

I don’t know what is it about Spook that made me care for him so much. I don’t know why he had such a big impact on me that even now, 6 years later, I still think about him and miss him. But the stories you created with the others made me happy for a few hours during an otherwise really dark and depressing time. It gave me something to look forward to when I didn’t want to go on.

All this to say: Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I don’t know where life took you, if you still draw, if you still think about Spook and the others from time to time, but I hope you are doing well and I wish you the best.

Sincerely, Phoenix

Ps: I still have my Spook mask and a tiny Spook sticker and I’m pretty sure I’m never going to get rid of them.

[nonbinarytriscuit]

Truffula Flu RP (Looking for a Spook)

!WARNING! This roleplay will contain a shit ton of violence, gore, blood and angst! Gore and Blood mainly for the infected! If this interests you message me on here or discord 2tiredboi!

It had been a few years since the outbreak happened. Luckily he had been able to find One and Swag along with Bitter, but Bitter didn't make it. One was a walking infected who somehow still had a brain and Swag? Swag was apparently immune. Rocky though? He was absolutely fucking screwed. 

Rocky looked at himself in the some busted up half broken bathroom mirror. He had gone into town for some supplies since they were running low. His jeep was parked by and his bag filled with cans of food and some water bottles stuck near his feet. His skin was turning a greyish color since he had gotten infected. It made a large block of ice cold dread settle in his stomach as he watched his appearance start to show the progress of it. Thankfully though, the turning process for him was slow. Unnoticeable to the other for the time being. Entre was the only one who knew besides One who almost attacked Entre, but he took the bite. Before that he knew he was already screwed when he got one on the leg earlier. 

Thankfully they promised not to tell the others about it.. He still didn’t know how’d they react. With a deep breath he exited the bathroom gripping the bag’s straps, lugging it back outside. When he stepped outside his eyes immediately locked onto the infected that now surrounded the area. Son of a bitch! He cursed as he slipped the bags straps on his shoulders then grabbed his guitar, a real life battle "axe".  He didn't hesitate to start swinging at the bastards. Cutting their heads clean off with one swoop.

After a few minutes he managed to take a few out, but he could easily tell his strength was starting to give out on him. Shitshitshit! He tried to keep taking any he could out. It didn't take long for his strength to give and his hands let go of his axe. It fell to the ground with a soft thud as his thin chest rattled with uneven breaths. His arms started shaking, fear starting to course through his veins. Shit, he was getting surrounded! However a noise caught his attention and his head whipped up to see a person wearing a white mask start to absolute wreck the remaining infected around him. His heart stopped the moment he got a good look at the mask. "Spook?" The name was croaked out and that got the guy's attention as their head whipped to look at him. "Holy shit it is you." He hadn't seen his best friend since shit went to hell and One had dragged him off. They had tried to find Spook, but never found him. It had absolutely crushed Rocky thinking the other had been killed or / and turned. He didn't know if he could even put the other down if they had met like that..

[attackontitansworld-blog]

Did One, Spook and Rocky ever get intimate? Here’s your answer...😏🍆💦

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

Real talk I would pay money to hear what spook and rocky have to say about this election  

[renjisephis]

New 1Spook or Bitterone Roleplay! [Need a Spook or Bitter]

*Warnings!! Mental instability, mental break down, crows*

(Add me on Kik to do this roleplay with me! Username- Rocktre)

One hadn’t left his room in days. Probably weeks by this point.. Not after his meds had stopped working and shit hit the fan pretty quick and hard. His phone had been broken when he threw it at a crow that wouldn’t SHUT UP! His fingers twitched as he sucked in a deep breath. The broken remains laid on the floor kicked against the wall. He had sent B-Ball to Swag since he couldn’t take care of her right now. Right now he couldn’t even take care of himself. He probably even lost a couple of pounds since his appetite actually had ran away. Weird right? 

When he heard a knock (on his window if Spook, on his bedroom door if Biddo~) he titled his head a little before he turned onto his side away from it. “It’s unlocked..”

[baspingo]

haha i'm a day late WHATEVER.

SPOOK dressed as jason YAY!

[sinny5080]

Happy early Halloween!! I most likely won't be on tomorrow, and my family carved pumpkins today!! The first two are mine, I made Markiplier and Spook. While the other two are my sisters.

[cc-aria]

Here have soul destroying spookstar fanfic.

[nonbinarytriscuit]

1Spooky RP! Need A Spook!

!TRIGGER WARNING! 

!Mental Instability, Mental Break Downs, Depression Schizophrenia, Crows! 

(Message me on here or my discord 2tiredboi if interested!)

One hadn’t left his room in days. Probably weeks by this point.. Not after his meds had stopped working and shit hit the fan really fucking quick and absolutely hard. His phone had been broken when he threw it at a crow that wouldn’t SHUT THE FUCK UP! His fingers twitched as he sucked in a deep breath. The broken remains laid on the floor, scattered about after hitting the wall pretty hard. He had sent B-Ball to Swag since he couldn’t take care of her right now. Right now he couldn’t even take care of himself. He hadn’t moved from his bed and most likely even lost a couple of pounds since his appetite had disappeared completely.. 

He started blankly up at the ceiling, feeling himself starting to dissociate. This seemed to be the only time he was able to escape from everything. It would begin with everything around him starting to blur and what he focused on to zoom in. His mind started to become blank and silence would fall upon his ears.

Then he could feel him and his body just disconnect, but before this happened a noise caught his attention. He waited a moment before realizing it was someone knocking on his window. His brain immediately realized who it was and weakly cursed. This was not the best time for a visit, but he couldn’t just tell Spook to go away. That’d make things seem more obvious that they weren’t right. So, he didn’t hesitate to tilt his head a little before he turned onto his side away from it. “It’s unlocked..” He called out to Spook. 

[renjisephis]

New Spookstar Roleplay Post [Need a Spook]

!Trigger Warnings! (Self Harm!! Implied not detailed!)

(This takes places after Rocky had found out Spook had almost ended his life because of him and this is what I thought would have happened. What I want to happen is Spook walks in seeing the mess and it’s pretty much just a huge emotional, angst mess. Anyways if you wish to do this with me hit me up on Kik! Username-Rocktre ) 

It hurt. It hurt a fucking lot. The pain sparked up from his arms and up to his spine. His breathing was harsh and shallow and his vision blurred with tears. He deserved this right? After all the crap he had done to Spook. A small escaped his lips as his hands trembled. “I don’t deserve him.. I don’t after the shit I had put him through.” 

Sleep, eating.. none of those things seemed to matter for him as he had sunken into a pretty deep depression and wasn’t able to get out. Just drowning under all of it. He hadn’t spoken to Spook since the other had gone back home. He didn’t blame him for not staying.

By the time he had stopped once again there were more lining his arms. This wasn’t like him, but what else should he have done? Drank himself until he forgot? Smoked until everything just disappeared? When he heard foot steps entering the shack his body tensed and he dropped the blade onto the ground. ShitshitShit! 

[baspingo]

i need to post more.. did a redraw in the first, original credits go to straycalamities aand the third was inspired by intro (infected) - sickick lala!

[sinny5080]

There was an ongoing joke with my sister about what this picture is about. Spook took over Spook’y House of Jumpscares.

[onestler]

rumba king spook

[nonbinarytriscuit]

New Spookstar Roleplay Post (Need a Spook)

!TRIGGER WARNING! SELF HARM!

(This takes places after Rocky had found out Spook had almost ended his life because of him and this is what I thought would have happened. What I want to happen is Spook walks in seeing the mess and it’s pretty much just a huge emotional, angst mess. Anyways if you wish to do this with me hit me up on here or my discord 2tiredboi)

It hurt. It hurt a fucking lot. The pain sparked up from his arms and up through his spine. His breathing was coming out in harsh shallow puffs, his vision blurred with tears. His hands shook hard with the pain that coursed through him wave after wave. He deserved this didn’t he? After all the crap he had done to Spook and the absolute shit he had put him through.. It devastated him to hell after he found out what he had caused. An soft hiccup left his chest as blood trickled down his arms from the open cuts. “I don’t deserve him.. I definitely don’t after the shit I had put him through.” He grumbled under his breath as he slummed against the nearby wall with his face scrunched up into a pain grimace.

After finding what he did out he turned his whole being upside down. Sleep, eating.. none of those things seemed to matter to him anymore. He had sunken into so deeply into a depression and self hated state of mind that he felt only the purse to hide himself away and also punish himself..  Johnny, Rocky.. Whatever people wanted to call him now was drowning under all of it and not even trying to get out. He deserved this pain. He deserved to suffer. He hadn’t even spoken to Spook since the other had gone back home, giving the other however much space he needed. He didn’t blame him for not staying. He didn’t blame him for anything. The blame was all on him.

By the time he had stopped once again there were more wounds lining his very pale arms. All the way up and down, blood staining the floor and his jeans This wasn’t like him, but what else should he have done? Drank himself until he forgot? Smoked until everything just disappeared? No. He needed to feel the pain. He needed to remind himself how much of a fuck up he was. His breath did catch in his throat when he heard footsteps entering the shack, his body immediately locked up in tension and he dropped the blade onto the ground without a second though. ShitshitShit! What was Spook doing here?! Fuck! He could not see this mess!