choose your eye circle

reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

We’ll find you Amanda.

world heritage post

I HAVE to reblog this eleven million note post. That’s the most notes I’ve ever seen on tumblr. Also my name is Jade, not Amanda.

one fell first, the other fell harder

Miss Orsinov wants to see you. ⚒️

or, jonathan sims has a very bad awful terrible day part 5/? ↳ breekon and hope

Magma with @radrobsgarage

It was very fun hehe. We also drew ourselves in the middle of the canvas so I guess I also tag it #the art the artist

I enjoy drawing Jon a lot, especially because of his hair. I also love how different our styles are. Rob is such a good artist ahhhhhh

GUYS GUYS GUYS

Martin Blackwood, estranged member of the Addams family

He doesn't even know: the only time he ever met them was at his grandfather's funeral. His relitives wanted to meet him but his mother ushered him away (she didn't approve of them--or Martin's grandfather even, but the man had helped pay the bills for Martin's sake) and he barely remebers it, too upset at losing the one member of his family who he felt actually loved him. They'd tried contacting Martin later but his mother never gave him the letters, and then they moved so much the family lost track of him.

YesssSSSSS

Maybe they're all in London to tourist the spooky spots, including the magnus institute??

Yesss that would work perfectly. And Martin would of course be the one assigned to give ethe tour (the def donate) and the Addams are delighted because they immediatly know he's an Addams, and Martin is just confused why the doners are suddently more interested in his life than the institute (bonus points if pre canon so hes pretending to be older and so overwhelmed and scared of being found out)

Gomez tries to duel Elias to get Martin out of his contract.

Morticia treats jon like a cute Lil kid

Jon is baffled. Acts offended but secretpy likes it. He gets along well with Grandmama who reminds him of his own grandmother a bit.

I want this so bad but I CANNOT write the Addams, I cri

I CANNOT start another fic. I CANNOT. I just want this to appear fully formed in front of us.

Maybe if we believe

I should NOT start another fic either....but......................👀👀👀

I'm too far in- DC X DP

"So, level with me," he begins, floating close to the Big Bat himself, perched up on the observation room as some of the Justice League trained, "the Tibetan Monks thing...is that real?" Look, Danny was fucking curious. Batman ALWAYS seemed to bring up those damn monks and-look- he gets that people could be pretty cool and learn how to do AMAZING things, but all the instances he's heard it four times, he's never felt more bullshit in his life. Or unlife, for that matter. Still, Batman didn't answer him. He DID, however, give him a small note to which Danny stored it away in his right arm to find later so it wouldn't get mixed up with everything in his chest. When they were at the Old Gotham Clock Tower (because of course it was a fucking clock tower), and Danny-very kindly he might add-threw up a barrier for extra noise-protection, Batman smirks as he looked across to Danny, "Not all of it." Danny fucking knew it. "I did learn many things from the monks, as well as every master I studied under," he gazed out to the city, Lady Gotham's purr heard at the clear love the human clearly had for her haunt, "but eventually, it was just things I did myself to see if it was possible." Danny barks out a laugh, grin wild as he darts in front of the man, "So you're telling me, Mr. Contingency was working on the fly?! Making it up as you go?" "It helps when you don't just learn from one source. I learnt about the human anatomy at my father's knee, was trained by assassins in ancient ways of honor and killing." He shrugs once more, "When people just let me keep getting away with one answer? I kept at it. Do you KNOW how many teachers I've had? It's their own fault for not prodding more."

The Fenton Parents get the chance to present their work to Bruce Wayne. He looks vaguely interested, and even purchases some personal protective devices and ghost weapons.

Danny's parents are really hopeful that this is the start of something big! All of their inventions are patented and if a big company like Wayne Enterprises decides to make a deal with them, that would meam the first real financial success in years.

Unfortunately, Wayne Enterprises never contacts them again. A few months go by and Danny sees a member of the Justice League using ghost weapons that are exact copies of his parents work without the fenton branding on them!

Did Bruce Wayne really just. Steal his parents designs and then sell them to the Justice League?????

Thats corporate espionage!!!

Danny gets so mad he literally flies to Wayne Enterprises biggest competitor, Lexcorp, and manages to finagle a meeting with Lex Luthor himself. It was suspiciously easy, but the moment Lex heard about an opportunity to get some leverage on Bruce Wayne, he personally invited Danny into his office.

An hour later and Lexcorps lawyers are chomping at the bit to start the lawsuit process. This is basically definitive, legal proof that Bruce Wayne and Wayne Enterprises has ties with the Justice League, that so great for lex he literally has to stop himself from evil villain cackling. Lex gices the lawyers cart blanche to go for the throat on behalf of the Fentons.

Danny is spitting mad! If the Justice League had gone to his parents, they probably would have made them personalized weapons for free. But instead Wayne stole his parents work and then, presumably, sold it to the League. All billionaires really are bastards.

Meanwhile, Bruce had purchased the weapons with the intent on keeping them for the Bat family to use. He removed the fenton branding because the neon green paint literally glowed in the dark and was not good for stealth.

Green Arrow borrowed a couple of the weapons for a ghost problem, one time, and now he is looking at the nastiest lawsuit Wayne Enterprises has seen in a long, long time.

Well shit.

Close enough, welcome back Phantom!!

Dpxdc

You know those comments " close enough, welcome back ____". Ok so hear me out.

Imagine an edit on tiktok of green lantern being badass, saving the day, compilation of the best fights and he throwing jokes while ending a villain. And then someone commented   "close enough, welcome back Phantom".

And the next thing people know, the internet was full of Phantom edits. All the videos are clearly old, of poor quality and could easily pass as fake, but as time goes on, more and more videos appear, All posted by different accounts. Of course, this only served to make everyone curious.

Obviously people are confused and the answers they were getting just weren't helpful at all. The explanations range from "retired small town hero" to "the greatest hero to ever walk this earth."; from "He didn't retire, he was assassinated by the American government" to "He would easily finish off Superman".

And It was when someone posted a video with the caption "List of Phantom rogues who would end Superman:..." with no other explanation that things got out of control. It goes without saying that this started a fan war.

By the end of the week, the only things the general public knew were: 1. Phantom was a (teen??) ghost hero that protected humans from other ghosts and ghosts of humans, apparently; 2. He protected a small town in nowhere, Illinois; 3. That he had disappeared without explanation.

And that is not worrying at all.

I'll probably add something else later, but for now that's it.

(Please correct me if you find any glaring errors; writing in English stresses me out on another level.)

I am not a straight people.

Reblog if you are also not a straight people.

Big Guy & Little One

Grundy was in pain.

It was pain worse than usual pain, the kind that ripped into something far more important than his body.

Grundy had learned that this was normal in the White Place.

Grundy did not like the White Place.

The White Place was full of People in White, who liked to hurt Grundy and stare as his body knit itself back together. They talked to each other about recovery time, and so much ectoplasm, and how is this possible, and other things that didn't make sense to Grundy.

Grundy hated the sounds of their pens on their clipboards. He hated the metals that burned where they squeezed his wrists, or ankles, or neck. He hated when those metals were sharp and in the hands of the People in White, cutting through him layer by layer and hurting in ways he hadn't yet grown immune to.

A pulse of familiar energy poked at him.

The Little One.

The Little One was nice, friendly, despite being small and weak and cold. When Grundy felt that way, he only wanted attack things, scare them so they went away. The Little One was good in a way Grundy could not understand.

Grundy let out a groan from somewhere deeper than his chest, the sound carrying greeting-pain-monotony, responding to the Little One despite being far away.

He did not understand how it worked, but he didn't have to. It was instinctive. Probably the most natural-feeling thing he could remember doing since… since a time he couldn't remember.

The Little One pulsed back sympathy-pain-solidarity. Grundy only felt saddened.

The Little One was far too good for a place like this.

— — —

Dani wasn't sure how long it'd been. It was kind of hard to tell time when you had no senses other than pain.

She knew that she'd lost a considerable amount of mass both during and after her capture, and she felt every missing milliliter like an unhealing burn.

The GIW had been siphoning her off bit by bit, probably to run experiments on, or make weapons with, or whatever. She hoped whatever machines they were using blew up in their faces.

There wasn't anything she could do but stew in resigned anger.

Not until she'd felt the telltale chill of another ghost's presence sweeping through her.

They were BIG, whoever they were. Not quite yeti-sized, but still much larger than most ghosts she'd met were. That, and they were absolutely packed with ecto; like they'd been absorbing it for decades, but it had no place to go.

She dreaded to think how the GIW had managed to capture someone like THAT.

Though they'd definitely startled at her first attempt at communication, they'd seemed very eager to return it, and the two of them had been pinging emotions and sentiments back and forth ever since.

It was a welcome reprieve from the dark, silent, painful void that Dani now existed in.

— — —

The People in White hurt the Little One. They hurt Grundy. He did not like them.

They were no longer white, smushed red beneath his hands and feet.

The hallway was red as Grundy trudged down it. He did not need to think about where he was going; it was as instinctive to find the Little One as it had been to communicate with them.

The door that blocked him from the Little One was closed. He punched it, but it was made of the Metal that Hurt. He broke the wall down instead. The door was too small, anyway.

Grundy did not care about the machines and rubble and fragile things he crushed as he walked. There was a table in his way, so he smacked it aside, ignoring the clang it made when it hit the wall, the shattering noises, and the papers fluttering to the floor.

There was a small tank, made of metal and thick glass, on the far side of the room.

In it, a blobby green substance lay, barely enough to cover the bottom of the tank. Something about it made Grundy feel like his skin was being torn off.

Hello?-how?-friend?! Disbelief and excitement came through, clearer than ever before. Pain was as ever-present as it had always been.

Grundy had torn off the lid before he even felt himself doing it. It joined the table in crashing into the wall and falling to the floor, significantly more crumpled.

Grundy reached his hand in, hesitating for just a second before setting it down on the surface of the Little One.

Greeting-friend. Grundy did not know what he was doing. It was purely instinctive, but he knew he had to do it. Offer-comewithme?

— — —

Offer-comewithme?

Dani's excitement gave way to confusion.

She… couldn't. They knew that, right? She couldn't really feel what was supposed to be her body, just formless pain, but she was pretty sure she was just a puddle of goo right now. She couldn't even move; there was no way she could go anywhere.

Then she felt it.

A gentle pull.

Their ectoplasm tugging at hers.

That was new. She'd never felt anything like it before.

It was inviting, though. She felt… safe.

So she went.

Like a miracle, the pain stopped.

It was shocking, the sudden lack of something that had burdened her for so long. The other's ectoplasm surrounded her like a cocoon of warm blankets, soothing as a balm.

"Solomon Grundy…" A deep voice drawled, coming from all around her.

Dani froze.

Those were words. She could hear!

She would totally be crying right now if she could. She wasn't even ashamed to admit it.

Wait, shit. Had he been introducing himself? Shouldn't she try as well?

"I'm… Dani. With an I."

It was weird, hearing her voice but not feeling any actual sound. It seemed her friend had heard her, though, responding with a grunt.

Dani exuded joy, the phantom sensation of a grin on her non-existent face.

"Well, then… shall we go, big guy?"

— — —

old AU art from ao3 story i got from my phone B.T (before tablet)