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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

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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 →

Day 20,701 day 7, ghoul

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/07

Graveyard stroll tonight, just me and the local ghoul again – tall fella, bones like a xylophone, hair doing its own haunted thing. He’s out there under a blue moon, gnawing thoughtfully on what might be last week’s femur, looking more contemplative than terrifying. A philosopher of the crypts, maybe. The pumpkins around him grin … Continue reading Day 20,701 day 7, ghoul →

Day 20, 701 syntax and soil

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/07

day 20,701 – salem, cool and gray Rain threads through the morning, fine and steady. The town feels hushed, all motion dampened. I sit by the window with a warm cup, watching clouds rearrange themselves like code rewriting in real time. Most of the day I’ve been building quiet systems – lines of logic, small … Continue reading Day 20, 701 syntax and soil →

Day 20,700

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/06

Day 6 of #mabsdrawlloweenclub2025, theme: Werewolf. Tonight’s drawing glows in the colors of a dream – deep blue woods, bright moon, and a lone shape caught mid-step between beast and person. The werewolf stands under that big swirl of light like it’s both a curse and a calling. Old stories say the change came with … Continue reading Day 20,700 →

Day 20,699

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2025/10/05

Day 5 – the forest sprite There’s been a rustling in the leaves these last few nights – not the usual scurry of chipmunks or whisper of wind through the birch. Something else. A shape that doesn’t quite belong, but also doesn’t seem out of place in the way a dream isn’t out of place … Continue reading Day 20,699 →

20,698 Day 4 – Haunting

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2025/10/04

The child’s room holds the hush of night like a jar cupping fireflies. Curtains drawn, clock tick steady, the small figure beneath quilts drifts toward sleep. Yet, each night lately, the air glows just so. Not a streetlamp’s trespass, not a passing car, but a presence – pale and luminous, shaping itself in the quiet. … Continue reading 20,698 Day 4 – Haunting →

Day 20,697

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/03

Day 3 of #MabsDrawlloweenClub, the word is Witch. Lore remembers witches as bridges – one foot steady on the earth, the other stepping into the unseen. They brewed teas for the feverish, knotted threads to guard travelers, whispered to seeds so crops would grow strong. Their owls weren’t just companions but guides, watching through shadow … Continue reading Day 20,697 →

Day 20,696 – familiar

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/02

Today’s topic is my little striped familiar, padding the halls like a detective on assignment. Nose to the floor, tail aloft like a flag, she inspects each corner and doorway as though the secrets of the universe might be tucked behind the shoes or under the sofa. Chirps, mews, and soft trills punctuate her patrol … Continue reading Day 20,696 – familiar →

Day 20,695 : Oct 1, 2025

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/10/01

🍂✨ First of October arrives quietly in the mountains, carrying that delicate shift in the air that makes you pause at the door and just breathe. The edges of the Blue Ridge catch the morning sun like a slow flame, tinged with gold and faint rust, while the fog lingers low in the valleys, stretching … Continue reading Day 20,695 : Oct 1, 2025 →

Day 20,694

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/30

Skunky bonanza! Last night turned into quite the skunk gathering. Four adults came through, each distinct, each with their own way about them. King was there – unmistakable, with that white crown on his head set against a mostly black coat. He always carries himself like he knows he’s the monarch of the yard. Two … Continue reading Day 20,694 →

Day 20,693

The Scotto Grotto (org) ·

2025/09/30

Rain is easing into mist this afternoon. Another envelope from Lowe’s, their “exclusive credit offer,” all bold letters and promises of savings. They want you to think it’s a golden ticket, but the shine wears off quickly. The fine print is the trick—high interest, too many strings, and not much protection for the folks who … Continue reading Day 20,693 →

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