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forever obsessed with jinshi's care for maomao in regards to lakan. other characters just think she's weird and urge her to just talk to him or brush it off as an eccentricity of hers, but jinshi takes it so serious. it would be the perfect opportunity to tease her, and he loves when she looks at him like a worm, right? but jinshi, no questions asked, does his best not to mention him, to get in between them, and to protect her peace in a sense. for how childish he is jinshi really prioritizes maomao and her feelings <33
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cheers for zoro !!!!!🍻
#one piece#roronoa zoro#zoro#opfanart#GAHH i did it im not late#no cool badass pose and caption unfortunately :#didnt have time rahh. hes cute here tho look at his smile :)#hbd zoro i love youuuuu ookie pookie poo#my art
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Ok but is it acceptable to call it spooky season yet?
#my art#digital art#illustration#animal art#artists on tumblr#animation#rabbit#bunny#hare#skeleton#spooky ooky#julia lundgren
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I missed them.
#dr stone#dcst#yuzuriha ogawa#senku ishigami#taiju ooki#ogawa yuzuriha#ishigami senku#ooki taiju#posting this for the second time because i forgot to add the dark tips to senku’s bangs on the second pic#and it bothered me too much#art
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OK but I absolutely loved this!! like, I know they're friends, we've seen them grow up together, she was with them from the start. but this just shows that their relationship goes beyond just tolerating each other for taijus sake. she's one of his besties, an OG and I loved seeing this validated!
#also unlike taiju she actually understood some of what senku talked about#and even if she didnt she was content to listen#because he was interested#even when he sent them off to tsukasa#shes the one he trusted for his secret#initially i thought they wers#distant acquaintances at best#because of taiju#but theyre friends with and care about each other as well 😭#yuzuriha ogawa#taiju ooki#ishigami senku#kohaku#dr stone nikki#dr stone#dc st#sengen
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dream doodle with his newest outfit
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Hello this is my sad little wet cat Annabel Lee Whitlock, I found her underneath a dingy underpass starving in a wet cardboard box all alone and I'm looking for someone willing to adopt her. She's a little timid and bites around French people but she likes women and board games and with your help we might just be able to find her furrever home.
#sshes so tnipsy toostie ookie pookie poo here look at her she cant keep getting away with it#she has 5687438 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces#my poor little meow meow woman...#nevermore#nevermore webtoon#annabel lee nevermore#annabel lee whitlock
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when copia looks even a little bit sinister 🥵
#the ancient serpent deceiver indeed#i love it when he’s ooky spooky!!#cardinal copia#copia#the band ghost
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Fanfic: Altogether Ooky (or, Into the Wednesday-Verse)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43699947/chapters/109887078
autor: https://www.tumblr.com/kraken17
#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wenclair#wenclair fic#wenclair fanfic#the addams family#fanfiction#multiverse#ao3 fic#ao3 link#archive of our own#wednesday#wednesday netflix#altogether ooky#my art#wenclair au#fanart
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I don't normally post art because I don't have any fancy equipment but . I'm on a cryptid husband bender and I drew Ravioli. woe llama's shitty traditional sketches upon any who look under the cut
#ravioli oc#i mentioned on my server but i feel like my love of rav makes my sketchbook look like i'm having a breakdown#llamart#hehee the ooky man
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save me zolu guard dog imagery and codependency..... save me......
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“And here we are! Mister Gadling if I may introduce you to the owner of this estate, Lord Morpheus Endelas?'' The portrait of a severe looking man hangs at the top of the staircase, with an ornate golden frame. It is the only thing occupying that wall.
It looks lonely.
“Lord Morpheus? So, if he is the owner of this estate, why is his sister the one rushing to sell it? Where is he?” Hob asks, confused.
“Nobody really knows. He was quite the renowned painter at the time but went missing at the peak of his career months after his only son died in a tragic accident,” Mister Edwards explains.
Hob’s heart clenches in sympathy, as if to lose one’s child seems horrible enough, but to be expected to carry on after such a loss seems unthinkable to him.
“Hold on, missing? Missing implies that he is still out there! Doesn't he get a say in what happens to his state? He could come back and rightfully unleash his wrath upon us for going through with this! Sir, you have to understand that if I am to take up this job offer I need to know I’m not risking my entire career and reputation over it.”
He feels perplexed “Wasn't anyone else concerned about this? How is picking apart a missing man’s home and selling all his worldly possessions to the highest bidder even considered acceptable? What was the Endelas family even thinking? The man lost his only child, surely he just needed some time away?” It didn't seem unreasonable to Hob.
He didn’t like it. Something about this felt wrong.
“It is believed even by his own remaining family, that Lord Endelas killed himself. Saying he is missing is the polite way to not address the fact that no body was ever found! Even before his son’s death he was infamous for his melancholic moods and tendencies towards neglecting himself to the point of damaging his own health significantly. So I’m hardly asking you to do anything immoral here! You are a good man Mister Gadling, and if the thought of taking this job distresses you so much I will accept that and find someone else to do it, but Lady Endelas wants this to be done sooner rather than later and I think you are the best choice for it.”
Hob turns his attention back to the portrait and contemplates for a moment.
He truly did look lonely up there.
“I will give you my answer tomorrow morning, Mister Edwards,” he concludes.
“That’s all I ask for Mister Gadling, for you to consider it. Thank you.” Edwards inclines his head and promptly turns around, heading back downstairs.
Hob looks helplessly at the portrait of Lord Morpheus, already knowing he will take the job come morning.
Damn him and his bleeding heart.
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Ta-dah! illustration that's part of my gothic romance dreamling AU for @dreamlingnation spooky event !! the prompt that inspired this was "cursed painting" the comic pages for the ficlet above are already in the works so stay tuned for that and more!
special thanks to @academicblorbo for helping me edit this, you are the best friend!
#the sandman#the sandman fanart#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dreamling#dream x hob#dnhouseofhorrors#lord morpheus#cloudy illustrates#really need a title for this AU#spooky ooky#gothic romance dreamling au
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While I'm not one for generational conflict cuz there's no war but the class war so to speak, I can't help but think that a "perfect millennial comedy routine" probably oughta consist of a little bit more substance than repackaged "kids use weird slang these days," along with askin to be given some common decency in accounta introducing Facebook and Instagram, plus also bein the boss.
Now folks I may just be a simple country baked salted ham, but it seems ta me that listin off four o the worst things in the world today ain't exactly any generation's idea of empathetic. Ain't a doubt in my mind we're more like than not cross put near three or four decades, jest sayin don't trust too well someone askin you to smile along while they insult ya and tell ya how ta act and they think ya oughta be quiet n grateful for a handful o garbage cuz they invented takin a shit.
But I don't know, don't listen to an old coot like me.
#i think ive seen that routine too many times i cant take it anymore its just repackaged kids these days in a shiny coat of irony#yelling at clouds#no but seriously gen z et all someone going like ooky booky and saying your slang sounds made up and weird probably isn't your friend#they're just someone two steps removed from a blue hair and pronouns joke#it doesn't matter how old or young just knowing tiktok exists doesn't make someone trustworthy
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The Firstborn Son
dp x dc | Batman 👻 tw for: dead body, brief reference to human trafficking
(Part II available now!)
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Once upon a time, there is a boy who dies forever...mostly.
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Once upon a time, there is a man who wants to live forever.
He does.
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Once upon a time, there is a daughter born to an immortal man.
"I need an heir," her father commands.
She gives him one.
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Once upon a time, there is a King.
(He is a dead boy.)
(Most do not know that.)
"My heir, for a hundred years of your power," the immortal offers; the King accepts.
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Once upon a time, there was a family of acrobats.
There isn't, not anymore, but the son still loves his mother and father, and gravity cannot steal his wings forever.
He sleeps restlessly, and rarely in his own bed. The allure of flying is too much to resist. At night, when the world is quiet, the acrobat joins the black darkness of an endless sky, and claims it as his own.
His guardian is one with the night.
The petit Robin is bright light and spectacle, no matter how well he hides his colors. He is spotted first.
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Dick didn't really remember waking up from his nap. Alfred had put him down for a cold; his head hurt, and he was sleepy all the time, so B was out without him and Dick was stuck in a too-big bed in a giant, dark mansion, all alone.
Except. At some point, Dick must have gotten out of bed. Because now he's in the chandelier.
Dick doesn't remember jumping to the chandelier. And jumping to the chandelier is hard work; it's not something he could have done in his sleep. It requires weight, heft; the shirking of gravity. The night is dark around him; there are no street lights outside of their windows to light up the hallway. The darkness makes the grand persian carpet so much farther away than it is in the daytime-- entirely, unfathomably far below him. Pale moonlight flickers across cut shards of crystal. It's Dick's own little bird's nest.
Dick and the chandelier gently sway. He doesn't notice the-- the ghost, the illusion-- for a whole minute. It just looks like moonlight, until it doesn't.
It's a body. A boy's body-- not much older than Dick. Suspended, midair.
His heart drops. But Dick doesn't scream.
For a second, there are two boys midair, silent and still in the morning moonlight.
The body raises its head. Hello, Richard.
Dick doesn't move.
I have a question for you. The body blinks sightless eyes. Does your guardian treat you well?
Dick...doesn't know what that means. He rolls his weight forward, careful, so careful not to tip himself over the edge and send him plummeting.
"...Why are you asking?"
I need something looked after, the body says. Its limbs sway in wind that isn't here. It is very precious to me.
"Oh." Well, B is Batman, sometimes. And when he's not Batman, he's Bruce Wayne, and he is in charge of a lot of people. "Yeah, he's respons- reponsbile- he does a good job. Can I see it?" Dick's interest is piqued.
The body stills. And then-- like a zombie clawing its way out of its grave, it reaches through the rotting skin of its own stomach and removes. Something.
It's a baby.
Dick leans so far forward that he almost does go toppling but he's gripping the silver of the chandelier so that he doesn't, and, look! It's a baby! It's so small and tiny and it's still purple!
"He's so new!" Dick gasps, and releases one arm from its death grip to make a grabby hand. The body only floats close enough that Dick can pet the baby's cheek with a careful finger, can feel the softness of the baby's hair.
He is my charge, the body explains. As such, he is precious to me.
The baby is so small. Dick wants to bounce him, like he's seen mamas and papas do with their little ones. "Can I hold him?"
The baby disappears back into the body. It looks like a maggot burrowing back into the corpse it's eating, and Dick is heartbroken and sick about it. No. Not until I know it's safe.
Dick pouts. Also, he needs to know how to get the baby away from the...body. Babies need a lot of light and warmth. A dead body monster can't give him that.
Your guardian played his part in making the little heir, the body says. This baby was given to me by his grandfather. His mother passed him onto her own father, and her father sold him to me.
"Oh no!" Dick gasps. That is one of the things B has had to explain to Dick, one of hundreds of terrible things that happens to people in Gotham. And it happened to B's baby?
Yes. The body floats sightlessly, thin skin sliding over too-pale eyes. I must know if he is safe before I leave the baby in his care. Will you help me?
Dick...doesn't know what that means. He bites down on the soft presence of his lip. (He tastes blood.) "How?"
The body and the baby inside it are still. Quiet. Dick is two stories off the ground, midair, and any wrong motion could be his-- his-- Dick can't even see the ground. It would hurt so much. He's so high up from the distant hardwood floor and with only ghosts to keep him company.
...It would be very scary.
Dick swallows.
Do you trust that he would come get you, if you were in danger?
Dick knows so. He nods.
Do you trust he would be smart enough to find you? Mean enough to defend you? Care enough to comfort you? the body asks.
Dick nods.
The body floats closer. Closer. Until they are almost touching-- limp limbs entangling on the crystalline arms of the chandelier. It would be very scary, if you said yes, the body admits, as heavily weighted as any corpse that cannot help you hold it. But you would be in no danger. Should your guardian succeed, I will entrust him with this precious thing.
One circus boy's fears for the safety of B's baby. It's an easy choice. Dick is Robin. He is always going to pick helping people over maybe getting hurt.
His pinky touches the cold, dead flesh of the body's.
And then Dick wakes up sweating and heaving in bed.
#ooo spooky ooky#idk kid maybe ask your dad about this before you agree to anything??#this is why I can never finish anything#I always have like ten things in reserve#contracts signed by minors without consent are illegal DANNY#dp x dc#Danny Phantom#DC#DCU crossover
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@bylerween2023 day 5: Came back wrong. When you watch him while he sleeps 😍🙈 (close-ups + extra sketch under cut)
Also... I couldn't decide if i wanted will to look straight forward, or at mike so have this version too:
#bylerween2023#day 5#came back wrong#byler#stranger things#tw stalking#dark byler au#i think those are sufficient tags ???#evie art#st#yeah this was actyally the first drwing i did for bylerween#nice and spooky-ooky#also dont ask how i drew michael bc he looks surprisingly well drawn and im surprised
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WE HAVE NEW FANART!
@invertcolor came up with this sketch of Woe (the Wednesday from the 90's movies) and Enid Saint-Clair (werecat variant of Enid) from my fanfic Kooky Spooky. There will be a finished version in the future, but I wanted to share this awesomeness with you now.
Look at them, the homicidal maniac and her murderous kitten :3
#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wenclair#wenclair art#wenclair au#wenclair fanart#wenclair fic#wenclair fanfic#the addams family#wednesday netflix#wednesday#art#fanart#altogether ooky#kooky spooky#ao3 link#multiverse
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