Jeff and Adam mood board
Jeff and Adam mood board
Masky and Tabby mood board
Tabby: let me see what you have!
Adam: *running around holding a knife* A KNIFE!
Tabby: *running after him at the speed of light* NO!
Masky: vengeance isn't the answer
Tabby: you're right vengeance is the question
Tabby: *on her way out the door to kill Horatio* aNd tHe aNsWeR iS aLwAyS yEs
Masky: *running after her* TaBbY nO-
At no point in Third Base or any of my works with Doby have I specified what his school's mascot was.
I did however specify that John's jacket, the one that Doby wears around his waist & later grows into, is in his school colors, which are Purple, Gray, & Black.
So I've seen a few hcs about what his school mascot was & I wanted to ask if maybe you guys what to send those ideas to me? Just because I think it would be fun! Maybe I will doodle your ideas ^^
I just want you guys to know that I have had these 2 asks in my inbox forever at this point
& I'd like to apologize because A) I'm not funny & B) I just don't associate things like that with my characters for some reason? Usually just songs.
If any of you, my dear followers, have ideas for answers to these asks you can definitely send those to me & I will respond!
I love to see what you guys think about my characters & my universe so hcs are always welcome! I file them under my "not my pasta" tag because they aren't my hcs they belong to you guys ^^
So, if you guys have funny scenarios with any of my children or in any of my AUs
Associate my characters/AUs with vines/tiktoks/memes
Please send those ideas my way! Thank you ♡
Michael Mullaney III mood board
Tabby: fuck this geometry shit. I'm gonna become a stripper
*remembers that she doesn't have a pretty enough face*
*remembers that shes not flexible enough*
Tabby: shit I guess it's back to geometry then.
~and thus the vicious cycle continues~
Some art my sister did of her character Asylum, and her favorite creepypasta, eyeless Jack.
Sky and Stella are waiting for Tim and Slender to come dance with them❤️
So I guess I've turned this into a thing now. Here is character Scribble's backstory for the Simp Party. It's not my usual content but I hope you enjoy it all the same!
(Also, if you know the title... 👀)
Scribble awoke with a start. Sitting up slowly, she placed a hand to her forehead feeling the cold sweat on her brow. It had been a while since she had that dream… It was growing restless which meant that she’ll need to pacify it again. She sighed, it was always a pain going through the process of dealing with her… illness.
“Are you okay, Sunshine?” a sleepy voice asked from beside her.
Scribble smiled and looked at her boyfriend through the darkness. Even in the dim light, she could see the concerned expression on Tim’s face. It warmed her heart to know that he cared.
“I’m fine, love. Just a weird dream,” she replied. “I’m going to get a glass of water, you just go back to sleep.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple.
That seemed to be enough to reassure the tired man as he mumbled an “okay” before falling back asleep.
Scribble kicked off her blankets and stood from the bed, moving sleepily towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. After retrieving the drink, she sat down at the kitchen table for a moment. Lost in thought.
She had this problem for so long, ever since she was young and spent that one summer with her grandparents. The summer she’ll never forget, the summer she lost so much. Scribble sighed and sipped her water. That summer was burned into her brain.
She must’ve been about ten or eleven. Her parents thought it would be fun for her to spend a month with her grandparents during the summer while the weather was nice. And so she packed and went off, not one to argue with a vacation away from household chores. Everything was normal when she arrived.
Her grandparents greeted her warmly. She went hiking with her Grandfather and made little crafts with her Grandmother. They would watch movies together and eat dinner together. It was a nice trip at first.
Two weeks through the vacation, Scribble began to notice strange things around her grandparents' home. Little figurines that she wasn’t allowed to touch, a door she wasn’t allowed to open. Sometimes her grandparents would speak in a language she didn’t understand, but when they spotted her they would stop. It confused her.
Now, Scribble usually stayed out of trouble for the most part. But her curiosity was strong and she wanted to know what all the secrecy was about. It was towards the end of her visit, her parents would be picking her up soon, but she was determined to find out what was going on in that house. And so she found herself in front of the room she wasn’t allowed to enter.
Now her plan wasn’t to go inside, merely to open the door and look at what was in there. So she reached for the handle, turned it, and pulled the door open. Peeking inside, all she saw was darkness. A chill ran down her spine, perhaps she shouldn’t be doing this…
She felt a hand grip her shoulder tightly, shrieking in surprise, she looked up to find her Grandfather. And he looked furious. “Curiosity killed the cat, Scribble,” he told her.
With fear in her eyes, Scribble was shoved into the dark room by the man. The door slammed shut behind her. She turned quickly and tried the handle, but found it locked. She could hear her grandparents speaking in that same language, they sounded angry. Pounding on the door, she apologized over and over again. Begging to be let out. There was no mercy if her cries were heard.
Being in the room made her skin crawl and her head hurt. There was a pulsing in her mind that made her feel sick, then she heard it. A voice that made her blood run cold. It spoke out to her, asking why she was here, threatening to devour her whole or drive her insane.
Scribble began to cry, apologizing and saying she didn’t mean to do anything wrong, that her Grandfather was the one to put her in here. The pulsing grew stronger and when she opened her eyes she saw a horrific shape in the darkness, a form that forced her eyes closed again. As if looking at it would make her ill.
“Please! Please don’t hurt me!” Scribble pleaded. “We-... I’ll be your friend? We can be friends just please don’t hurt me!” She sobbed.
The voice spoke again through the pulsing. Saying it cannot leave, that it was trapped here. Saying that if she could free it, that it would spare her.
“You can come with me… We can leave together,” Scribble sniffled, and with those words, she had secured a deal.
Suddenly a sharp pain tore through her body. She felt hot and cold at the same time, her head was spinning, she wanted to throw up, she felt like she was going to explode. And she screamed.
The door to the room was thrown open and her parents stood there, mouths agape. Scribble reached towards them through the pain, just wanting it to stop. Suddenly they began to frown. “Where is it…?” Her father asked, his frown deepening into a scowl. The little girl was confused, why weren’t they helping her.
Her mother stepped into the now empty room, looking around. There was no longer otherworldly darkness clouding the space. It was blank. A completely normal and empty room. Scribble looked up through blurry eyes at her mother, the woman was glaring at her. “I think it’s inside her, dear,” the woman answered her husband’s question.
Her father stormed into the room and grabbed Scribble’s arm, roughly yanking her to her feet and causing her to cry out. “I thought we told you to stay out of trouble, and now look at you!” He shouted, causing the tears to fall faster. “Years of work down the drain!”
“Relax,” her Grandmother placed a hand on her father’s shoulder. “If she’s still here and it’s truly inside her, we still have it trapped.”
Scribble couldn’t understand what they were talking about. What was going on? Why were they acting this way? Her head was pounding.
“Your mother is right, dear,” Scribble’s mother said. “We can keep her here and continue our studies. Who knows? This could be a good thing! The breakthrough we needed!”
Her father’s grip tightened on her arm, it hurt and she was certain there’d be a bruise. “Please-! It hurts-!” Scribble cried.
“Shut up!” Her father snapped. “You’re gonna stay right here where we can watch you.”
The pounding in her head grew stronger, fear coursing through her veins. She was afraid, terrified of her parents and grandparents and what they were saying. And she could tell her new “friend” was upset as well. She felt as if she was going to burst.
“No-! Stop-!” Scribble said as she was dragged from the room. Where were they taking her? It all hurt so much, she wanted it to stop. She wanted it to end! “Help me!!” She screamed.
Suddenly, the pressure inside her broke with a snap.
A shockwave radiated through the house, throwing her tormentors across the room. Scribble felt as if her body was being torn apart, morphing into something else. The very foundation of the building began to shake as it crumbled around them. The terror-filled screech that filled the air was enough to make your ears bleed. The house collapsed entirely and Scribble lost consciousness.
The next thing she knew, she was being awakened by paramedics and carried from the rubble of her grandparents' house. The whole thing was a blur. Her parents? Her grandparents? Dead. Crushed by the debris of the collapsed house. She was placed into the foster care system and eventually adopted when she was around thirteen. Her new family was nice enough, but Scribble kept her distance.
All she had was the thing inside her. The thing that saved her yet took away everything.
Scribble shuddered at the memory and downed the rest of her water, standing and placing the glass near the kitchen sink. She didn’t know what happened to her parents that made them change, and she didn’t want to know.
“Walking down memory lane?” The voice in her mind spoke.
“Hush you,” Scribble whispered. “It’s your fault for giving me those dreams.”
“We’re lonely…” The voice whined.
“You shouldn’t be,” Scribble scoffed. “You’re with me all the time.”
“We want to talk with you again…” It said.
“We will, don’t worry,” she sighed. “You’re still my friend, Leviathan.”
A warmth pulsed through her body, signaling the pleasing of the eldritch monster that resided within her. Scribble rolled her eyes. “No more weird dreams, I’d like to sleep peacefully.”
“Okay… Only if you talk with us again.” Leviathan said before going dormant once more.
Scribble rolled her eyes once more and walked back to the bedroom, crawling into bed beside her boyfriend. She smiled at the thought of him and the love he gave her. But still, a guilt ate at her. She would tell him about all this eventually. The true story of her past. But for now, they can pretend to be normal for a little bit longer.
Michael Mullaney Moodboard
Tabby x Hoodie Moodboard
(This is non canon in my au. Tabby outside of the main story is 18 and therefore has been unleashed into the world)
Adam Mullaney Mood Board
Autumn Lemmory Mood Board
Doby, age 17:
Notes: His face is very soft still, holding onto some baby fat. Hair is curly (I'm just not great at drawing it). Wears winged eyeliner all the time. Wears a binder often (he has one that's a size up to work/train in). Tied his brother's hoodie around his waist, but takes it off for missions so it doesn't get dirty. His nails are painted (I just forgot to add them lol).
Doby, age 19:
Notes: No longer fits in his original school uniform, his outfit is an altered replica. Has lost most of his baby fat, & is still growing (possibly due to Slender's interference). New goggles, new shoes, new bat (he broke his old one on a mission & yes he cried about it). Still ties John's hoodie around his waist.
Doby, age 24
Notes: Finally done growing! (He is mostly leg now lol). His choker is a dog collar. His recreational style is the same still, but his mission outfit has changed to this. New bat (again). Gloves now have metal studs (so he can punch people harder). He isn't wearing John's actual jacket, this is a replica made for him by Trender (the original stays in his closet). He is 80% blind in his right eye.
Here is Doby through his various ages as he grows up & grows into himself :3 hope this is helpful for anyone who wants to draw a different version of him!
Tabby: *after being threatened to be killed* I hope tf you do man.
Masky on the verge of tears: TaBbY nO-
Fandom: Creepypasta + The Sentry + SH2
While on a "check up" to a tech based Inferi, Jacob, Cole and Kai are trapped in an old horror video game.
Cole, Jacob and Kai are my original characters, Cole having a "mind palace (library)", Jacob with the ability of destruction and recreation, and Kai a Mahaha shifter.
CW: Blood, violence and gore
"Why would you antagonize BEN like that?!" Jacob yelled.
"I don't know who he is and he was talking down to my mate!" Kai huffed, crossing his arms.
"I uh...we just started dating last month..." Cole said with a blush and smile. "I think the term you're looking for is boyfriend."
"Yes, and soon we shall have so many pups!" Kai said with a wide grin.
Jacob wrinkled his nose and gave Cole a look, who returned it with a head shake and awkward smile. The blond man looked around, upset that Toffee and Mac were no where to be found.
Usually his own "mate" could calm Kai down during an episode with a few words, or Toffee would have extra food to occupy him. Kai's manic episodes had been lessening, but he got excited around Cole, wanting to posture for him or flaunting why he would be a good mate and father.
He sighed and looked around the rusted, run down town. It looked familiar. He could hear soft music, perhaps the game soundtrack. He knew it like an old sweater fitting after years in storage, yet...he couldn't place it.
"I...I see it too." Cole said and closed his eyes, holding out his hands.
Jacob saw his eyes rolling under the lids, Kai coming behind him placing an arm around his waist from behind in case he became dizzy and lost his balance.
Jacob then listened to the piano and violins. "I know this song..."
Kai looked around and snarled at a shape in the fog.
"Kai?" Jacob moved to Cole and took his friend's arms as Kai let go. The larger man's ears elongated and flicked in agitation, face and skin slowly going from golden tan to white as snow. His fingers elongated, long claws on the end that would put the rake to shame and mouth elongating and hanging open, sharp teeth on display that were frozen in a grin.
Kai giggled uncontrollably and Jacob pulled Cole close.
This wasn't Kai anymore. This was subject 6.
"Wake up, Cole." Jacob whispered as Kai stalked to the trees.
He heard something familiar. A metallic groan.
He gasped when the figure came into view.
"No way...we're in...we're in..."
"Silent Hill!" Cole yelled as a Kai charged at a large muscular man wearing a pyramid shaped helmet.
Cole gasped when he saw his boyfriend raking claws over Pyramid Head's helmet, sparks flying as he dodged the great knife swung at his neck.
"He's gonna kill him!" Cole yelled, looking around.
"I...okay. I'll help distract him." Jacob said. "You search the game manual."
Cole nodded and closed his eyes.
Jacob held his hands over the broken down car, parts peeling off, melting and reforming until they took shape and he held a chainsaw. He yanked the cord and it roared to life.
Both monsters looked at him, but he knew what to do this time.
"Kai!" Jacob yelled, the Mahaha cocking its head at him. "Protect your mate!"
The white creature snarled and jumped on the monster's head, shredding at the helmet as it struggled to lift and sling it's knife over it's head.
Jacob came from behind and thrust the chainsaw in it's back, it roaring and swinging out at him. Jacob blocked with his chainsaw as Kai grabbed Pyramid Head's arm and stopped it short of shoving the chainsaw into its wielder.
Cole sat up with a gasp.
"This isn't the game!" He yelled and looked around. "BEN! BEN, I'm sorry my boyfriend called you a twink!"
The monster froze.
BEN appeared behind Cole, foot tapping and arms crossed, black eyes squinted in anger.
Kai charged at him and Cole held out a hand, catching his boyfriend by the shoulder.
"Kai...easy..." Cole whispered and blushed, stuttering out. "I cant hold your hand with those claws, I cant hug you when your skin is so cold and I cant kiss you when your teeth can hurt me..."
Kai shifted back into his human form as he stood up straight, hugging Cole with a grin.
"Now, don't you think you should tell BEN something?" He asked as Jacob dropped the chainsaw and joined them.
Kai wrinkled his nose, then sighed. "I'm sorry BEN, I shouldn't have done that."
BEN rose a brow, then nodded, snapping.
Jacob landed on the hard linoleum floor of the abandoned pawn shop, hearing his boyfriend call his name.
He was picked up by the red head and sighed in relief.
"We got the report, let's get the hell out of here!" Mac said as Kai followed with Cole over his shoulder, the smallest of Grayson's brood waving at the levitating Link look-a-like Inferi as they left the shop.
Masky: if someone is choking you what do you say?
Tabby without hesitation: harder daddy
Masky: *choking on air* TaBbY nO-
Hoodie: *chokes on his drink*
Toby: *taking notes*