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Between worlds again

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/21

Walked the Greenway again tonight, that stretch where the trees lean in close like they’re trading secrets. The air was thick with that October damp, leaves halfway to mulch, woodsmoke somewhere far off. I like how the ground gives a little underfoot, like the earth is breathing slow. Heard something laughing out there. Not loud, … Continue reading Between worlds again →

Day 20,715 a day early for mab

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/21

Day 22 – #MabsDrawlloweenClub2025 – Lantern The forest tonight looked like it was painted in hush and ember. Trees stood like tall, silent witnesses, their leaves glowing orange as if autumn itself was on fire. The ground shimmered with tiny drifting sparks – fireflies? Falling stars? Little souls on their evening stroll? Hard to tell … Continue reading Day 20,715 a day early for mab →

Day 20,714

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/20

Days 20 and 21 of #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Toad and Finned Folk. Out on the tide rocks tonight, just past where the foam kisses the shore, a curious duet unfolded. A toad, squat and serious, throat ballooning like a semiopaque soap bubble, sang his creaky heart out. Across from him, a mermaid princess perched – scales … Continue reading Day 20,714 →

What the neighbors think i see on cam

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/19

Day 20,712 spellbook

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/18

#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 18: Spellbook Evening in the hollow woods, where the pines whisper in two tones – half lullaby, half warning. The moon tonight wears its calmest face, the kind that makes you think of silver ink and midnight margins. Out among the trees, something is reading. A figure in green, faceless and quiet, … Continue reading Day 20,712 spellbook →

Day 20,711

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/17

#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 17: Baba Yaga Under the crooked crescent moon, deep in the birchwood where the trees whisper secrets and the air tastes faintly of iron and moss, there she is – Baba Yaga herself, shuffling about her yard of bones. The fence rattles with skulls that grin too knowingly, and the scent of … Continue reading Day 20,711 →

Day 20710 gnome

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/16

#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Day 16: Gnome Out in the woods this morning, just where the mist was starting to burn off the ridges, I saw him – or maybe just the idea of him – a little fellow in red and blue, moving steady between the birches. Looked like he belonged there, the way fallen leaves … Continue reading Day 20710 gnome →

Day 20,709

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/15

🦇 Day 15 – Vampire #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 Some folks imagine vampires gliding through moonlit castles, their velvet cloaks billowing while organs thunder in the distance. But let’s be honest – immortality is long, and even creatures of the night need late-night snacks. Which brings us to tonight’s scene:Our fanged friend here has skipped the dramatic coffin … Continue reading Day 20,709 →

Porcupine pickup

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/14

Picked up a little work of art at the @flag_osw_roanokeva, a cute little pink porcupine drawing. We absolutely love to visit and leave little pieces, and I had to grab this little dude. It must’ve been populated recently, there was quite a lot of stuff in the box. #porcupine #pink #chrispost #roanokeva #littlefreeartlibrary

Day 20,708 – lovely bones

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/14

🦴 Lovely Bones – Day 14 of #mabsdrawlloweenclub There’s something quietly beautiful about bones. Not the spooky movie kind that rattle out of closets, but the real ones—soft ivory curves, tiny joints engineered with impossible precision, the memory of motion still humming through them like echoes in an empty hall. I always feel a hush … Continue reading Day 20,708 – lovely bones →

Day 20,707 – Omen

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/13

Day 13 – Omen There’s a certain hush when the world holds its breath just before twilight, when the sky melts from pale blue to ink and the trees begin whispering stories. Tonight, a raven perched on the lightning-twisted branches of the old pine by the ridge. Black as midnight, sharp as memory. He didn’t … Continue reading Day 20,707 – Omen →

Day 20,706 – Yokai

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/12

Prompt – “Yokai” Neko no Odoriba: A dancing cat spirit that wears stolen napkins as party dresses. I suspect our little familiar might have one or two in her lineage, as she is a delightful dancer and is also partial to napkin theft. #doodle #mdwc25 #mdwc25d12 #yokai #nekonoodoriba #digitalmarkers#roanokeva #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 #MabsDrawlloweenClub

Day 20,705 – Pumpkin

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/11

Day 11 of #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Pumpkin. The moon hung low like a held breath tonight, bright enough to sketch silver trails through the trees. The forest felt like it was waiting for something… and then I heard hooves. Slow, deliberate, echoing in the marrow of the dark. Out from the ink of the woods, he … Continue reading Day 20,705 – Pumpkin →

Day 20,704

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/10

Day 10 – “Dark Water” – #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 Out there in the moon’s reflection, something stood where no footprints should exist. The water was calm – too calm – like silk stretched over glass. The moon ballooned huge and pale across the black sky, so bright it looked like a doorway instead of a light. Stars … Continue reading Day 20,704 →

Day 20,703 – Undead

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/09

#mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 Day 9 — Undead Under the Moon Tonight’s prompt: Undead.And here he comes – wrapped in yesterday’s linens, glowing softly beneath a turquoise moon. Not your usual shambling horror, but a lone wanderer out for a walk through the afterlife’s quieter corners. There’s something peaceful about this one. A mummy, yes, but not malicious … Continue reading Day 20,703 – Undead →

Cabinet of Dr. Caligari

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/09

Tonight the projector hums like a tired cicada, and on the wall – shadows twist themselves into The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. The film is over a century old now, yet it feels more alive than most things that breathe. Angles warp, streets curl like paper, and faces flicker between terror and trance. Everything looks … Continue reading Cabinet of Dr. Caligari →

Day 20,702

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/08

Day 8: #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025 – Lightning Lad ⚡️ Ah, the scent of ozone and wild ambition in the air tonight. The lab hums and flickers, somewhere between genius and madness – right where the best ideas are born. Our electric friend, Lightning Lad (you might recognize him under another name involving a certain Frankenstein), sits tall … Continue reading Day 20,702 →

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