#spooku

[scleracentipede]

I was given the immense honour of getting commissioned by @tigerbluethunder to draw one of their amazing OCs !! Thank you so much

[antonakaze]

[tfroshwavvygodtv]

tfrosh wavvygod

[kraken17]

"Aaaw, come on, Yolks, I need a challenge..."

"Bitch, I already spar with you every weekend at our fight club."

"Of which only you two are members," Marilyn pointed out, laughing.

"Because the rest of them are all wimps. And nothing against you Yolks, but I just need new blood," Enid said, "And you Marls, why don't you ever join? It's not because of fear, that's for sure. You've changed the diapers of a transformed baby werewolf."

"Leave my baby cousin out of it. I just don't like to fight... I don't understand why you need it so badly."

"I am an impulsive creature ruled by primal instincts of dominance for whom exacerbated violence by mutual consent is an act of affection," Enid retorted, "Or so my last therapist said."

-Excerpt from Woeful Feline (a Tale from the Wednesday-Verse), Chapter 2: Nid, Yolks & Marls.

[cannibalindsm]

Happy Autism Awareness Month

[hatzrobert]

' you want candy '

- @yourcandydealer

[mister-fisch]

I drew Skid's Dad.I headcanon his name to be Porfirio. :D

[sunny6677]

Flames.

Summary: Skid is saved from a situation he never thought he'd be in. But now he has to heal from everything he went through. And he doesn't know how.

Chapter 7: An Outing.

TWS: SKID IS TRAUMATIZED, BUG MENTIONS, TRAUMA IMPLICATIONS, IMPLIED VAGUE KIND OF FLASHBACKS OR AT LEAST BAD MEMORIES????, KIDNAPPING IMPLICATIONS.

(SERIOUSLY. SKID GOES THROUGH A LOT IN THIS SHIT. BE WARNED. YES, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT HIM SLOWLY HEALING FROM HIS TRAUMA, OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN ITS NOT SOMEWHAT DARK. BE WARNED. DONT WORRY THOUGH, IT DOESNT ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THE DARK THINGS IN IT THOUGH. IT IS POTRAYED AS A BAD THING. THIS IS JUST ABOUT SKID HEALING FROM A BAD EXPERIENCE.)

(I ALSO PARTIALLY WROTE THIS STORY TO KINDA COPE WITH MY TRAUMA, SINCE WRITING ABOUT PEOPLE SLOWLY HEALING FROM THEIR TRAUMA KINDA MAKES ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY OWN EXPERIENCES.)

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Skid and Pump stared at the door as it opened, their conversation and game interrupted by such a portrayal of sudden light. The door creaked, and in its light of blinding luminance was revealed a figure. Of course, it was just someone they knew. It was Skid's mother. Skid couldn't help but feel a little anxious though whenever doors opened, as he had grown accustomed to the sounds of opening doors being a sign of danger.

Skids mother walked in, a smile on her face. Though by the twitch of the line on her lips that was curled up into a smile, Skid could tell that she was forcing it somewhat. Why she was, he didn't know. Yet even so, he remained quiet. His mother then said in a chipper manner, "Hey, kids! You wanna get ice-cream now? I think we can probably go now since I've changed and everything.". She appeared to be in a slightly different outfit, merely wearing a white dress and black boots.

"Uh.. su—sure, Ms. Lila!" Pump tried saying, with a nervous grin on his face. Pump then turned back to Skid, his gaze fixed upon him. "Come on, let's go get ice-cream together!" He held out his hand, and took Skid's hand in his. It was his own silent way of saying, "Hey, let's just forget about what happened, okay?".

"Uh.. o—okay. I think I might have to change though." Skid replied, nervously taking his hand out of Pump's grip. Pump looked at him for a moment while arching a brow, but he then slowly nodded, "..well, okay. If you say so.."

As Pump walked out of the room, Skid's mother raised a brow at the odd tension in the room. Though of course, she said nothing. She then pulled out a few clothes from the drawer in Skid's room, and handed them to him. With a smile, she said, "Just change into them and we'll be out here waiting for you, okay?".

Skid nodded, softly smiling. His mother gave one last smile, before walking out of the room.

Skid looked at the clothing he received as his mother closed the door. It wasn't anything too special. Just a dark purple t-shirt, some black pants and shoes that were his size. He had to admit, it was at least nice being able to wear clothing like this after so long of being forced to wear the same thing thing say.

An unknown flickered at the back of Skids head. It felt wrong, but he didn't know what felt wrong. Everything was fine now. He wasn't in the hands of someone he didn't even know anymore. Yet it persisted in his mind.

Even so, he shook his head, and changed into his clothes.

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Sunlight blazed it's comforting glow against the town, and a warm but almost unbearable air filled the atmosphere. The light blue sky practically glittered with clouds of white stuffing that resembled cotton. Birds chirped, bugs buzzed. As of now, the three had already left the house. Skid had his hand held in his mother's hand, while Pump walked near him and stumbled around while grinning.

"And then we can go get candy cans together!" Pump cheered. He had been.. kind of doing this for the past few minutes now. He kept exclaiming the endless possibilities that could come now that Skid was back. Skid didn't exactly know what to say in response to all of his suggestions, but he listened with a smile the best he could. "Yeah.. and then I can see Kevin again!" Skid suggested softly in a tone meeker than Pump's.

Pump grinned in response to this. His hands balled up and rocketed to the air. And from his mouth, he exclaimed, "Yay!". Despite it having been a year since he last saw Pump, he was still ever the excited one. It was at least nice to see nothing much had changed. His mother didn't exactly question who Kevin was since she had already known about him due to the various times Skid had rambled about his day and mentioned him in it.

She seemed to be off in her own head, in her own thoughts. Occasionally, she'd look at the two, and she'd smile. But she was oddly quiet the entire time. Skid couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Silence did unnerve him a little, but only for the reason that it just scared him in general. He was always so used to being loud before being taken away that silence grew to scare him a little.

Of course, Skid tried not to comment on this. Instead, he noticed that most of the buildings hadn't changed much either. All of them looked about the same, except for a few new things here and there, and occasionally, there would be something he didn't remember being in a certain place. The suburban town hadn't changed just as he hoped. Though he wondered how many times someone from his town came to the beach and didn't realize that he was there..

He shook his head. He couldn't think about that. He didn't want to think about that.

"...are.. you okay?" Pump asked, seeming to have noticed him shaking his head. Skid looked at him, and blinked. "O—Oh.. yeah, I'm fine! I was just thinking about.. something."

"Oh. Okay!" Pump smiled, quickly accepting it. Pump then said, "Maybe we can make a new costume so we can continue to be spooky!"

That was right. A new costume. Skid only gave Pump another little smile, "Yeah.. maybe. I don't really know how to make a costume though."

"That's okay! I think I know enough from arts and crafts at school!" Pump cheered, his tone chipper as ever. Skid only looked at Pump once more, and gave a slow nod. "..well, if you say so.."

As Pump continued talking, his speech became somewhat muffled to Skid. He thought about going to see Kevin again. But.. the thought of the very building he also worked in occurred in his mind. For a moment, it was there, like a frozen image stuck in his mentality.

Skid held back the urge to shake his head, and only shut his eyes tightly as to not worry Pump. There was no use in thinking of that. Everything was fine.

Everything was fine.

Everything.. was fine.

He didn't need to worry anymore.

...right?

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The three continued to walk along a different sidewalk for quite some time, passing a few weird things here and there. There was a broken fire hydrant nearby that people appeared to be trying to fix. There were two monarch butterflies that were following eachother, occasionally dipping down into nearby flowers. The warm air reminded Skid of the metal feeling of a hot car seat. Or at the very least, the feeling of hot metal. Hot metal was a very painful thing to have to endure after all.

Though as they walked, Skid's mother spoke. "Hey, son. I was thinking.. what if we went for some candy after we get some ice-cream? You and Pump we're talking about that, right?"

Skid looked up, and he blinked. "Oh—yeah! I think I want some candy anyway. I haven't had any in so long.."

"Yeah! We should get lots of spooky candy! Like chocolate and gumdrops and candy cans!" Pump grinned. Skid looked over at Pump, and only chuckled slightly. "..yeah."

He then went quiet. He could feel Pump's gaze on him. A bead of sweat went down his little face.

He then heard his mother speak. "..uh, are you sure you'll be okay—"

Then, a masculine but familiar voice suddenly echoed loudly from a nearby white van. "Kid?!"

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FINALLYYYYYY I WROTE IN IT JSJEMEJE PROCRASTIONATION IS A BITCH HOLY SHIT

[satan-is-obsessed]

all gear round : duff reasons for migraines

[the-desolate-location]

S. Scott is HOW tall?

Seven feet tall !!

[irritated-incendiary]

" Yoo, aren't you that one guy who had the guts to say you'd cremate those kids' bodies? "

[ 🎸 ]

"Yes-"

"And?" *He says,cross,obviously wanting to be left alone.*

[spookuscaru]

rest well skayforrest. you served me good, but alas it is spooky time.

[color-palettes]

Lavender Lush - Submitted by spooku

#2E294E #EFBCD5 #BE97C6 #8661C1 #4B5267

[sp00ku]

yo guys im back since my mental health depleted lower than any bass drop

[scriptedencryptid]

Spookus Scareus

aintafraidofnoghostus

crows and their freight responses to paranormal happenings

Kaz is ultimately more superstitious than he lets on, and he isn’t going to hang around for shit to hit the fan. Noises in the night? Dolls moving on their own? Writing on mirrors? Fuck that. He’s out and gone. Weather it a run or a walk, he’s not sticking around thanks.

I’d had imagined it’d be the same for horror movies too- he’d rather die than admit to a living soul that he can’t stand the things. Especially ghost flicks (I wonder why). But he’s man enough to decide for himself he already has enough trauma and nightmares for his sick mind to work with, it doesn’t need further inspiration to haunt him with.

Inej is a very impulsive fighter, she strikes fast and deadly. If in paranormal happenings she’d stick around and likely survive. Using her common sense and sick combat skills. She might enjoy the occasional horror movie with friends, but I don’t think she’d watch it unprompted.

Nina would do every wrong thing in a paranormal scenario and some how live. She enjoys horror movies if only as a excuse to snuggle up to her fjerdan. If he’d ever watch one.

Mattias knows all the signs of paranormal stuff, and he does all the things to avoid them, salt, chalk, blessed tree water. He’d survive in a paranormal scenario because he believes in them. He doesn’t like horror movies, if only because he turns up his nose to them. For religious reasons, not indulging unholy or sac religious reproductions as part of his beliefs. everyone makes fun of him for this, but he doesn’t budge.

wylan would freeze. He might survive? If only because he just- stayed in one spot and refused to tempt fate. He doesn’t know what’s happening and has zero drive to find out. Wylan might enjoy horror movies himself. Especially ones that are based on real stories or legends.

Jesper would probably die lol. He’d do everything wrong and panic in the worst moments, ‘is this how we die???’ He’d watch horror movies because wylan likes them, and would get the get the piss scared out of him the whole time.

[gravity-falls-dreamer]

Pages 18, 19, 20. Ghosts 👻

*Found in older homes and buildings

There are many different types of ghosts. Some are gentle , some are aggressive, and others just want to be left alone.

Phantoms are very shy and disappears as soon as their picture is taken.

Banshees are pretty aggressive and scream a lot. They float above the ground so salt protection doesn't work.

Mylings are very silence and hate loud noises. Aggressive after being startled.

Obakes are shape-shifters who like to posses the living to rather malicious tricks.

Ghost farts smell horrible!

Only silver will show their reflection.

Spirts are the most common and are often very cordial. They like to tell their past life stories.

Poltergeists are tricksters who like to throw objects around the room to scare the living.

Yuki-Onnas makes the area cold and spirit away men to their death.

Morois eat away at sanity until the victim goes absolutely insane.

There are plenty more. However, this is all I've been able to study.

How to Exorcise a Ghost

Although appeasing the spirit is the most humane way to exorcise a ghost, there are ways to forcibly remove them.

Throw salt or holy water at the spirit while reciting this incantation:

“Exodus demonus spookus scarus! Ainafraidus no ghostus bumpus gooses—Shamalaaaaan!”

It might take a few tries depending on the ghost. During that time, you will be very vulnerable to ghost attack.

A recording of the incantation also works. Ironically, playing the chant backwards will summon a ghost.