#little spooks

[ask-jamtheimp]

Spook did some worksheets about his family while little

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[ask-jamtheimp]

"Wha dids i get? Food temed dino? Ooh so dat mean i tan be a puddin dino! Rawwr! I lub puddin a lots too!" -Spook

"Ooh ooh what did I get! Lets see... im kidcore horse! That means i get to be a pretty pony! Neighh! With all that pretty colors too!" - Berry

"Alright alright little ones settle down...hmm it seems as if ive gotten "Medieval Cat." How lovely. I was born in medieval times after all so it is quite fitting. How about you Kain?" - Forest

"Me? Oh uhh...im anime bear? Whats an anime? Ehhh I dont think this stuff is for me Forest..." - Kain

"That's quite alright dear. Its all just for fun anyways. How about you Blanco? Lets see what you got. Oh! You got kidcore fox! Are you happy about it little kit?" -Forest

*Blanco stares blankly at Forest before nodding. He seems happy his kind of plushie is a kidcore fox* - Blanco

I wanted to try one of these! Hopefully you like what you got 🧸❤️

sfw interaction only, thank you

[cakesfunhouse]

on my freak shit (fear/comfort/reassurance)

[frootertooter]

Some BTAS Crane doodles bc he's so goofy and silly

[thehorsesthatareslow]

He's a highly trained MI5 spy. He's also a fucking idiot. He's bisexual. He has mother issues. He has father issues. He digs around in trash. He has no sense of self preservation. He ran around on a broken leg for half a season and then got blown up by a grenade. He speaks French. He's a journalist. He has fumbled bomb threats on two separate occassions. He has more head injuries then you can count. He's a freak for pain. He's been in a situationship with his rival for 10 years. He throws up when he sees blood. His mom was in a cult. His dad was the leader of said cult. He is permanently having the worst day of his life. He has the saddest, wettest eyes known to man.

I didn't say his name, but he popped into your head, didn't he?

[ask-jamtheimp]

"Raaah! Mma big wolfie!" - Spooks

Halloween gift art batch 1

@lilsnakelet @ask-spookstheimp @ascxer @wolfy-star1401 @innocentlittlelambsnursery

[apolloknightly]

Last doodle for a bit,

Wanted to throw in my version of Danny as Little Baby Man because uhhhh

Creachur

Lil dude

:)

I forgot his goggles though :(

Oh hey look he has goggles now

Edit as of Feb 6th: Y'all are crazy, it's almost at 800 notes as of me typing this. I've never had this high of a number before (i.e I never really actually posted anything on here much honestly. My first genuine post instead of a reblogs!)

Also there's a post I did with Sam and LBM, you can put your request there for LBM shenanigans if you want, or here!

[fridayyy-13th]

i swear sometimes i think people forget that Jon's s1 skeptic act was just that—an act. it was an act!!! he believes the statements!! he's believed them since episode one! do we so soon forget that he denied the statements were real because he knew the Eye something wanted him to be scared, and he knew that was bad, so he decided to act like the statements just didn't scare him? remember, he was working with extremely limited information ("when i record the tape statements, i feel watched, like something knows i'm afraid, and i don't want it to know that"), and came up with a genuinely solid solution with what he had! not his fault that the thing watching him was a literal unknowable eldritch entity that feeds on fear, and he was just some underqualified archivist.

[ask-jamtheimp]

Uh oh! Spooks escaped his backpack leash during his trip to the aquarium and seems to have gotten lost!

Poor kiddo started panicking, now the aquarium seems a bit TOO loud and TOO big now that hes gotten himself lost.

[ask-jamtheimp]

I'll probrably do this next month as writing prompts for spook and the rest! Keep yourself tuuuuuuuuned -Blog Owner/Blue

Harpy's regress-cember!

Happy 2 announce I'm hosting a 15-day event of Christmas/holiday themed regression content 2 b made for December!!

This event is free to join!!! Regardless if you want to make it regression-based or not, just have fun with it! Any type of media is accepted, and you're free to decide if you want to flip the days around or start at anytime during or after December!!!

Feel free to come into my asks if you have any questions on the event or prompts!!

text version of the list under the cut:

1. Snow day

2. Mittens

3. Snow fight

4. Fireplace

5. Hot cocoa

6. Blankets

7. Under the weather

8. Sniffles

9. Breakfast in bed

10. Holiday movies

11. Holiday crafts

12. Decorating

13. Gingerbread houses

14. "You need a jacket!"

15. Snowmen

[adaume]

FORGOT TO POST THIS HERE Happy birthday Reigen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[buckevantommy]

alternate 8x06 where Buck doesn't race ahead:

They go to the movie. They share popcorn and hold hands and Buck watches a captivated Tommy more than the screen. He's thinking about date nights where they don't have to worry about two cars or parking. He's thinking about going to sleep next to Tommy and waking up beside him instead of one of them rushing back to their place for clothes or bc they have a shift soon. He's thinking about the drawer he gave Tommy turning into half a closet and all of Tommy's things in his space becoming their space..

..and then he remembers: Tommy has a garage with a carlift and engine parts and a muay thai setup. Tommy has furniture. Tommy has a yard and a garden and trees. Tommy has a house.

Buck turns his attention back to the movie. Now he's thinking about the illogical nature of asking Tommy to move into the loft: it's not fair to Tommy and also it's not the best idea. He doesn't know what the best idea is, yet, and maybe he won't know until he talks to Tommy.

Because that's where he went wrong in the past: moving in with girlfriends without actually talking about it first, it just sort of happened or was expected. and they all left him. He doesn't want Tommy to leave him. They've been together six months and haven't talked about the future. Buck is thinking about the future now so he needs to talk to Tommy - see where he's at and how he feels.

Back at the loft after the movie, in Buck's bed after sex, Tommy can sense Buck's restless mind. He checks in, because he always does, and Buck hesitates. Then asks: "Do you ever think about the future?"

And Tommy says sure, so Buck presses for details, curious, and then it's Tommy's turn to hesitate. But he mentions some stuff about work - flying certain crafts, heading up a training program, a few bucket list items, but all in all just keep doing a job he loves and keep renovating his little house or maybe there's a little holiday cabin that needs some work.

Nothing about Buck. Nothing about a partner or a family. Buck's heart does something funny in his chest, something uncomfortable, and his nerves kick in properly.

"What about you?" Tommy asks, and Buck swears he tenses under him.

"Captaincy, one day, I hope. I travelled a lot in my youth so I don't really have the bug for that anymore, but I was alone then. I think I'd wanna go places if I wasn't alone. And I don't wanna live here forever, obviously." He means the loft, but he's not closed off to the idea of living outside LA. And since he has no self preservation, he adds: "And.. you." He doesn't say mention getting married or being a father, because that feels like too much all at once.

His nerves are having a field day as Tommy remains quiet.

Buck leans up, terrified and desperate to see Tommy's face. "Do you.. see me in your future?"

They're naked and pressed together under the tangled sheets. Tommy's hand has stilled where it was tracing soothing patterns on Buck's arm. It isn't right. The air feels charged in a bad way, like waiting for lightning to strike.

"Evan.."

"I love you." He doesn't want to say it like this, not for the first time, but it suddenly feels urgent, like tommy has to know right now and maybe it'll change the way he just said his name - like an apology, like a regret.

"You don't love me. You love the idea of me."

And that- that's not true. And it hurts. And Tommy's face has fallen. "No, I-"

Tommy sits up, dislodging Buck, and swings his legs over the side of the bed.

"Wait- where are you going?" Tommy's gathering his things. He's getting dressed. Anxiety and dread swirl in the pit of Buck's stomach.

"I'm going home."

Home. It hurts to hear. "You don't have to leave-" Buck knows he's pleading, he doesn't care. He scrambles off the bed, tugging on his boxers as Tommy reaches for his shirt.

"I think it's for the best."

"No, it's not- we can talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about."

Buck stills. Tommy's holding his jacket, standing at the top of the stairs, trying to school his features to hide his emotions. He does that. He hides things. "What's happening right now?"

For a brief moment, tommy lets devastation show on his face, before it's tucked away behind a mask.

"I thought.." He doesn't know what he thought. He'd hoped Tommy felt the same, that they were on the same page. Six months in and he can already picture a life with Tommy.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry you thought this was more than what it was. Buck feels sick. His heart is stuttering. "Tommy-"

"Goodnight, Evan."

It feels like Goodbye, and Buck can't find the words to make Tommy stay before he's disappearing down the stairs and the loft door is closing behind him.

Sometimes lightning strikes the same place twice. Maybe it's connected to the string of bad luck that's followed him his whole life. Maybe he's jinxed, or cursed. Or maybe it's his own fault, his choices acting as a conductor for the kind of carnage most people only experience once.

[mangoshibi]

A little cuteness for yeah.

I just think these two would be pretty cute together

[timethehobo]

Startled little guy.

[ghost-bxrd]

“This is where you live?”

Jason drops the duffle bag on the counter, “Yeah. It’s no manor, kid. I told you.”

He’s not self conscious. He’s not. This apartment is fuckin’ nice ok? He spent a lot of money on decor and proper kitchenware and furniture and shit.

But Jason also knows that, objectively speaking, it doesn’t hold a candle to Wayne manor and its fifty-something bedrooms. That place is basically its own country.

Bruce nods.

“I like it,” he says solemnly, walking over towards the window to peek through the blinds. The view from up here isn’t exactly panorama level but the building is one of the tallest in Crime Alley and Jason’s apartment is on the top floor, so it does provide a pretty good view of a good portion of the Alley. “It doesn’t feel as empty.”

Jason pauses where he’s resetting the traps and alarms by the door, glancing over his shoulder to where Bruce is starting to tentatively explore the living space and is struck by how violently out of place the boy looks with his rigid posture and elegantly curved eyebrows. Even the plain hoodie, faded hand-me-down jeans and ridiculous wool cap aren’t enough to hide how utterly not Crime Alley born-and-bred he is. Everything about Bruce is basically screaming rich-Bristol-trust-fund-kid.

Which, yeah. Checks out.

Jason clears his throat and clicks the security on, waiting for the small light at the side to switch from green to red.

“Your room’s the one down the hall to the left. Right one is mine. Door at the end of the hall is the bathroom.”

Bruce hikes his backpack up higher on his shoulder, eyes eerily vacant as always, but Jason wants to think that there’s a sliver of curiosity behind that steely gaze anyways as he inclines his head and makes his way down the hall.

As soon as the kid vanishes around the corner Jason allows himself a moment to exhale and run a hand down his face tiredly.

Jesus fucking Christ.

What was he thinking.

How the fuck is he supposed to raise a tiny Bruce Wayne with his older furry counterpart running around Gotham at night hunting criminals? Criminals like Jason?

Nothing. He was thinking nothing. And it’s about to bite him in the ass.

No way can he build a criminal empire and take over the drugs and weapons trade with a traumatized nine year old dependent on him.

God dammit.