#enjoy the spooks

[ask-agent-rapzutin-vodello]

Halloween story: Bobby Zilch Feeds Sugarcube

Bobby Zilch had revenge on the mind. How dared that little gypsy loser tattle on him andget him detention? Yeah, he had poured rotten meat in those kids lunchboxes, but they deserved it! They had been looking at him funny! He couldn’t let that pass!

And he certainly couldn’t let jerk Raz pull that on him. That kid needed to be taken down a peg or two. Always bragging about he’s from ‘a long line of proud Romani performers’ or whatever fancy word he used for being the runt of dumb, lazy gypsies. He’d get back at him! He’d show who’s the big boy in school.

He parked his back in the woods behind the little nerd’s house and sneaked closer towards the Aquato house, all spy-like and cool. When he heard voices, he quickly dove in a bush. He peeked out a bit and saw that twerp Razputin was talking with his parents and most of his siblings present. Seemed that most of the family was about to go for groceries.

“Now, Raz, while we are out shopping, don’t forget to feed Sugarcube, okay?” He heard Mrs. Aquato tell her loser of a son. “We’re running low on her favourite food, but there must be enough to sate her before we return with the rest of her meal.”

“Yes, Mom.” Razputin answered

“Yes, Mom.” Bobby repeated in a mocking tone. He let out a sneering chuckle. “Man, what a momma’s boy.” But that was interesting, he never knew the Aquato had a pet. A plan for revenge was forming. If that pet accidentally went missing when Razputin was supposed to look after it, he’d be in so much trouble. He might even get grounded. And if Bobby would find that poor, lost beast and return it, he’d be the great hero. Bobby grinned, ducking back in his bush as the Aquato car drove past him. He peeked out again, seeing Raz walking back inside the house. “Oh yeah, there’s no way this is gonna go wrong.”

When he was sure that the coast was clear, he slowly got out of the bush and tiptoed to the Aquatos backyard. He pressed himself against the wall and dared to peek inside the window. Raz was sitting on the couch, watching TV; probably some baby show for stupid babies, like Raz and his friends. Feeling confident that he wouldn’t be bothered for a while, he let his gaze go over the yard.

“Where is that stupid beast?” Bobby asked himself, profoundly confused that he saw no trace of any sort of pet running around. No toys, no food bowls, no …droppings of any kind. Then his eye fell on the shed. The word “Sugarcube” was painted on it.

“The stupid animal must be in there.” Bobby masterfully deducted, not even wondering why an animal would be locked up in a tiny shed.

Bobby ran to the shed. A simple chain lock was between him and humiliating revenge. He took the chain of the track and swung the door open. But there was no beast in there. It wasn’t even a real shed. The only thing he saw was a dark hole where the floor would be.

“What the heck is this?” Bobby asked aloud.

“Why don’t you go down there and find out?”

Suddenly, Bobby felt someone shove him hard in his back, making him tumble down the hole. Taken off guard, Bobby didn’t even had the time to scream before he landed belly first on the dirt floor. He groaned, his vision blurry and a metallic taste in his mouth. He spat out a glob of blood and rolled on his back. The sunlight blinded him, but he could see someone standing in the doorway, his silhouette barely visible.

“How you doing, Bobby Zilch?” A voice asked.

Bobby blinked in confusion. “Raz?” A sudden rage filled him up. “Razputin! How dare you do this to me? I’m gonna kill you once I’m back up there.”

Razputin chuckled darkly. It made Bobby’s blood freeze in his veins. “Yeah, I don’t think don’t think so, Zilch.”

“What are talking about, you loser?” Bobby shouted. “GET ME THE FUCK OUT!”

“No.” Raz answered, and he knelt down. “I promised mom I would feed Sugarcube.”

Bobby froze as he looked at Raz. He was barely visible, but even the shadow couldn’t hide what he looked like. He didn’t look like a kid anymore. He looked like he’d walked straight out of a horror movie. Long, spindly arms resting on bony knees, as hollow eyes looked down on him. Long yellow nails scratched his pale, leathery skin. As he smiled, he showed his crooked, rotten teeth.

Bobby scrambled backwards with a scream. “What the fuck?!”

“I must thank you, Bobby.” The creature the latter had always known as Razputin said, in a gravely voice. “You really made it easy for us this year.”

Bobby was so scared, he couldn’t even utter a reply.

“Normally, around this time of year, we would go traveling and hunt our yearly …sacrifice.” Razputin explained. His lips stretched to a gleeful grin. “One soul a year, and we keep on living. That was the deal we made so, so long ago.”

Frightened noises were the only thing that escaped Bobby’s sputtering mouth.

“But it seems this year’s sacrifice delivered itself to us. Or should I say …to her?” Raz cackled softly, stretched out a long, skeletal arm and pointed. “Bobby, meet Sugarcube.”

Trembling and on the verge of wetting his pants, Bobby slowly turned his head. The hole was so much more spacier than he had seen at first. It was pitch black, but he could hear …something moving in the darkness. Something growled. With shaking hands, he dug inside his pockets and took out his cellphone, fumbling to find the flashlight button.

He tapped the button.

The little lamp lit up …and shone upon a giant eye that looked down on him.

Bobby screamed and dropped his phone, showering him in darkness once again. He scrambled up and ran to the far end of the room, jumping up in vain to try and reach the door. He shrieked as something grabbed his leg, sending a jolt of pain through it. He looked down and saw a slimy, black, spiked tentacle coiled around his leg. The many bony spikes adorned across the thing penetrated his skin and was tearing at his leg.

He got yanked against the ground and dragged toward the mass of darkness the tentacle belong to.

“HELP ME, RAZ!” Bobby shouted, digging his nails in the dirt, but only managed to drag long grooves in the ground. He looked up, the silhouette of Razputin still visible through his teary vision. “I’M SORRY! I WON’T TELL ANYONE! NO-ONE WILL KNOW!”

There was a crunch and a sharp pain shot through Bobby, who looked behind him and saw there was a bloody stump where his leg used to be. He could hear chewing in the darkness. Bobby didn’t even had time to scream when a dozen more tentacles shot out and coiled around him, dragging him into the darkness, and the creature it housed. He cried and begged, but it didn’t help.

“Sugarcube needs to be fed…” Razputin said softly, looking down on his hand as the last wrinkles smoothed out again, returning to his youthful state. He closed the door, shutting out the last of the pitiful screams of the soon-to-be late Bobby Zilch.

“Lili Zanotto?”

“Present!”

“Benny Fidelo?”

“Present, ma’am!”

“Razputin Aquato?”

“Here, Miss Vodello!”

Milla Vodello, their teacher, nodded warmly at the young boy. She turned back to her list and frowned. “Hmm, this is weird.” She mumbled softly to herself. She turned to her students. “Anyone know a …’Bobby Zilch’?”

The students looked around confused.

“Never heard of him.” Benny said.

“Is he a new student?” Chloe asked.

“I didn’t see anyone new in the halls.” Nils announced.

Milla peered over the list a few moments and shrugged. “Must be an error.” She concluded with a smile. “Maybe a name from another class accidentally got on mine. Anyway, class is in session, my darlings. Grab your history books and go to page-“

Raz grinned as he took out his book. Of course, no-one knew who Bobby Zilch was. As far as anyone knew, Bobby Zilch had never existed. Erased from everyone’s memories. One of the few benefits of having an eldritch being as a ‘pet’. The master made sure no-one would find out.

Not about the dozen of people in town who went missing over the years.

Not about the fact the Aquato family has been living in this town for over the last few centuries, and never seemed to age.

Or anyone else that they convinced to enter the contract with them.

Raz turned to Lili and winked. Lili giggled and winked back, her eyes pitch black for a blink of a moment. In the reflection of the window, there was a brief moment you could see two withered, skeletal figures sitting in Lili and Raz’s chairs, but it vanished as soon as it appeared.

Raz turned his attention back to Milla, but let his gaze go over the class.

So much choice.

Sugarcube liked young meat.

He had a whole year to decide who to invite to his house that day.

For now, he enjoyed being a kid.

As he had done for the last 300 years.

[otaku553]

Kind of enjoyed his character teaser! :)

I think Lyney will be pretty interesting especially if he’s the main character introducing us to Fontaine (similarly to like collei and tighnari being the first characters for sumeru). The relationship between magic and law to the truth are very counter to each other, because magic presents falsehood as the truth while law is meant to uncover the truth and judge impartially based on it. I think the fact that we’re seeing a family of magicians in our first banner instead of a judge or a lawyer means a lot of fun things are in store for the Fontaine justice system in terms of how it handles falsehoods presented to it and how it judges what it perceives to be truth.

[spookychomp]

Day 1: Pokémon

“You got verrrry big, hm?”

Oh this was a delight!

A bit of an aside, but birds are one of my biggest special interests. I take great joy in imagining Emmet as a bird owner, because that is just an overall chaotic experience.

(Ayy bby dm me for BIRD FACTS lmao)

[yarapara]

I didn't know where to put this art so here you go a rare big fish.

Aka Sebastian Solace from pressure which is on tumblr everywhere so I decided to join the fun 🐟🔦

[gottagho-st]

Hey my spooky lil lovebugs ✨

I have a gift for yall - pls enjoy it thoroughly 🫶🫶🫶

anywayyyyy without further adieu… have some silly lil ghouls being ridiculously in love:

Whilst i’m here i wanna say a huge thank you to my darling friends @swissndewdrop, @sexy-sea-basss for being so supportive of this work and allllll of my works, and of course to the sweetest @rainyhoursinhell, even if u aren’t here on the hellsite, i so so appreciate your kindness always 🤍🫶

p much the exact same but the backgrounds ever so slightly different i just couldn’t decide mmkay

soooo turns out i need to update my Phantom/Aeon design bc i might have fallen in love with this colour scheme & lightning combo for his skin a lil bit… also dew has tatts try and change my mind (spoiler; you cannot)

enjoy my lovelies 🤍✨🦇

[some-pers0n]

I don't think like the little, young kids like 6-10 should be watching Hellaverse stuff and whatever, yeah, but I do find it funny that people are lumping TADC and Murder Drones in it as well.

"Children shouldn't be watching adult shows!!" your adult show's most egregious moment was a joke calling a character "submissive and agreeable" and it looks like Sonic Schoolhouse in 4K

[pushing500]

The Cult has spoken!! Vance is coming to Loyalty's Meander. Hooray!

Very nice, very nice. The muttonchops are a strong choice, I like it.

I can never decide if Vasso is aware that he's the world's most unintimidating teeny-tiny cult leader or if he just hasn't registered that he's short because he's used to being around Laursen, who is stupid tall, which makes everybody look short in comparison.

This suits him better, anyway.

Rick's Fiends and The Defilers arrived at the same time as a very unfortunate trade caravan, so the three of them got into a massive fight in one corner of the map far away from our colony. In fact, only poor Cecil the housekeeper cat was injured when he took a stray bullet to the leg.

That brings us to colonist number fourteen, I believe! Wow! Welcome to the colony, Vance. We hope you enjoy your stay.

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Bonus diagram of Gracie's Stupid Brain Function after I'd finished all these drawings and sat back to register what I'd done:

[timefospookies]

Fun fact: editing this was a fucking nightmare!!!!! 😁

[thedorfmirrin]

A fun little toy!!!

[azraelthecat]

[cameatslemons]

woodcrawler this gardener that. what about CAPTAIN BIG FUCK

[samarecharm]

If i start posting dc stuff on here, it means i lost the fight w myself. The demons won. Im sorry

[sysig]

You’re gonna die if you keep that up (Patreon)

[theygender]

For any horror fans out there that haven't read it yet: The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher is SO GOOD. I don't remember ever being so scared by a book

[dayurno]

pacing around my room motioning widely towards my pinboard and when you look at it its just this chart of me trying to figure out the kerejean dynamics of the fic im planning

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari.. do you mind linking the tojinana fic for... research purposes.. please and thank you <333333

also as soon as i clicked on your ask box i heard a mouse (rat?) scuttle in my roof and it was both funny and terrifying

ANON YOU’RE VERY SWEET BUT I REFUSE 😭😭😭😭😭😭 IT’S SO OLD IT’S SO BAD. IT’S AWFUL. TRUST ME. i’d have to do a Thorough rewrite of it before posting but …. since you asked so nicely i will give you a tiny sneak peek :3 that i edited just for you. I HOPE THAT’S OK SOBS……

”i want a piggyback ride.”

you blurt it out with decision, a sleepy demand, disrupting the quiet sense of peace in the chilly air. a moment passes — and toji barks out a laugh.

”a piggyback ride?” he coos, a teasing lilt on his tongue, contrasting the rough timbre of his voice. his palm meets the crown of your head; ruffling your tousled hair. ”such a spoiled brat, huh? can’t even make it home on your own. poor baby.”

a pout slips into the curve of your lips, and kento elbows him — very gently — as if he’s made of glass. it’s a gesture he’s grown used to, a silent be nice. toji tries not to smile.

it’s cold out, even with kento’s coat around your shoulders, and you’re so tired you could fall asleep right here and now. you have two perfectly capable, big, strong fiancés with you, and yet neither of them are letting you climb onto their broad backs.

how terrible.

(they’re both about to offer, but you decide to be petty instead of waiting patiently.)

”oh, i see how it is.” you cross your arms and jut your bottom lip out, fully aware of how weak they are to your puppy dog eyes. and then, the final nail in the coffin; ”so you can’t even muster up the kindness to give your own spouse a lift home?”

they both stiffen.

”it’s fine. i get it.” you take two, three long steps ahead, brushing past the tall men. delighting in their sudden silence. ”guess i’ll just have to walk on my own. so much for that proposal —”

”get on.”

before you can blink, they’re in front of you. on their knees, backs towards you, like dogs at your heels. one head of blonde hair, one head of black, ruffled by the starlit breeze.

you can’t see their faces, can’t see their red ears — can’t hear their racing heartbeats. you know them, though. you know them a little too well.

(gosh, they’re whipped.)