#Coraline inspired

[little-witchys-garden]

More lil witchy outfit ideas

[anxious-copper-wp]

THE DRACULA SIBLINGS, MINUS DRACULAURA

Marcel Dracula, I’m writing a fic for him and Clawd on my other tumblr account, I actually love him so fucking much.

Marceline Dracula, twin #1, my bby girl, I spent three hours drawing her and her twin, I actually love them so much, I think they’re my best art pieces.

Marshall Dracula, twin #2, which doesn’t NOT mean he’s the lesser twin, my dude was just born after Marcy, which she’s always rubbing in his face, I also know it may not look it, but Marcy is taller then Marcus. PLEASE ASK ME QUESTIONS I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH.

Also- look at me just stealing canon characters outfits, first it was reeve (my winx oc) and his fairy outfit, being Luz’ emperor belos’ outfit, and now It’s marceline and Coraline and Marshall and wybie! Im so creative =3

[ratshully]

spoopy coraline inspired pfp mwahahah

stars go brrrrrrrr

[cursedcupcakemaster]

A special chapter for Antabellows about our dear vice principal and what's to come

Warnings:implied dark themes,mentions of alcohol and demons, insects

Notes;I don't own twisted wonderland or it's characters, I own Nathaniel Ropehagan, June February, Harmon Sacrab and Marie Bloodmune and other mentioned Antabellows staff

Characters:Nathaniel Ropehagan, Harmon Sacarab, June February, Marie Bloodmune, Vera Gladnight

Chapter 0:Starting from the spider web

Nathaniel knew something had to be done and soon. Ever since their previous principal vanished off to who knows where, odd things seemed to happen because of the presence of the replacement. Students who went into her office seemed afraid despite her sweet smile. When they came out they seemed to never stop smiling and if she caught them without that smile she would pull them back in and they'd regain that look of terror

It wasn't just the fear that concerned him. Insects seemed to flee whenever she came about, even the beetles that Harmon would consume seemed to fear her far more than the demon that devoured them. Harmon himself found her awful, asking what a parasite like her was doing in a school.

On top of all of it Mrs Bloodmune didn't seem interested in using the scrying orb to locate the next set of students that would haunt their halls and make something of themselves, in fact she removed it from the main hall where it had been resting for more than 200 years.

"It'll sort itself out" she said whilst painting her nails a deep shade of red while keeping that forsaken smile upon her face.

All of it made Nathaniel weary of the woman, he knew the board of education was questionable at times but the blatant disregard of one of the schools most important artifacts made his skin crawl. Which was why he called a meeting to discuss their situation.

"I'm sure you all know why we're here" Nathaniel started before a loud belch interrupted him, making him and the others turn their heads towards the source. It was none other than Harmon who was drinking from a flask that smelled of heavy liquor

"course we do babes but sure go ahead," he then released a smaller belch once he finished talking making a gesture for Nathaniel to continue

"Right, so as you know Principal Bloodmune has hidden away the scrying orb and as a result fewer students have been coming in for this school year."

June spoke up "it isn't right, she removed the relic from its rightful resting place, and she frightens the children I can see it whenever she walks into my classroom" she said with concern

"If ya ask me, someone should break into her office and find where that ball is" Harmon spoke as he drank more from the flask

"Thats where you come in Harmon" Nathaniel said

"Say what?" The demon man asked raising an eyebrow

"Your sticky fingers are one of the few that can break into any of the rooms " Vera spoke

"It's true you're almost never caught" June agreed

"And that's why we need you to do it, for the sake of the students and this school, if not for them remember the terms of why youre here" Nathaniel said

Harmon sighed grumbling about how he remembered why he was there and agreed to the vice principals request. He knew this wasn't gonna be easy even for someone as slippery as him.

This plan was likely going to have to wait until everyone was asleep if they wanted it to work properly.

Once everyone was in bed that night Harmon headed towards the principals office, luckily for him lock picking was one of the first things he learned when he was but a maggot.

He pulled out a pin jiggling it about until he heard the lock click and the door creaked open

The office itself was rather weird, the wallpaper had beetles upon it and there were silhouette photos of what Harmon could presume were Marie's family or former students . He looked around for any sign of where the scrying orb could be.

Even after two hours Harmon couldn't find it and he was just about ready to torch the place when he saw a shine from behind the curtains in a corner of the room before he pulled it back and saw a large mirror.

The light shined and Harmon couldn't see it from anywhere but the glass. Testing a theory Harmon took off his watch and tossed it at the mirror only for it to sink within the glass almost as if it were liquid rather than solid matter

It was then something clicked,

"The bitch put the ball behind more glass"

Harmon had seen this only a handful of times but it was a useful trick when in place that part he could admit, espically when for a scam or hiding something important.

Harmon placed his hand against the glass and relaxed feeling the mirror pull him inside it's small pocket dimension

Within it were several objects many covered in cobwebs. He knew that Scrying glass was in here somewhere and he couldn't leave without it. Harmon looked for the light that had led him to the mirror. A faint glint caught his eye as he followed it traversing over the junk not knowing something was following him

Harmon found the glow among a pile tossing away the objects covering the orb he soon pulled it, it was said to have been used by the great medium herself to call upon the spirits for her clients and converse with them.

Harmon smirked as he started back with the orb ,until he heard something behind him.

He knew whatever it was he really shouldn't stick around for it as a large long black limb not unlike a spiders leg stabbed close to him before he booked it holding the scrying glass

Harmon ran and ran as the limbs chased after him until he found himself cornered . Harmon looked through his pockets and smirked upon feeling something, pulling out his lighter and booze flask he took a swig and held the lighter to his lips, lit the spray he spat it at the spider like creature, it lit up and screeched loudly before Harmon booked it and ran to the entrance to the mirror before he got out with the orb.

Harmon made his way to Nathaniel's quarters and opened the door after picking the lock making the man rise from his bed

"Have you got it?" Nathaniel inquired

"Yeah I got it" he answered

"Why do you smell like brimstone more than usual? "

"Don't ask" he handed the orb to Nathaniel

"Seems our plans can proceed better and I think I know where to start"

Nathaniel glanced at a board containing postcards and maps from various cities and towns including one that read

Welcome to Murkwell Island

[flameanhoe]

black is traditional. but if you prefer pink, or vermillion, or chartreuse, oh, you might make me jealous.

[sillysurrealwriter]

Beady Eyes

It was nighttime, in a small little town in Britain. Snow was falling from the sky, as everyone was either asleep or scrolling through social media, even this late at night.

Good kids were behaving and would stay indoors, resting for the day and to not make any noise in the slightest.

But....one kid was awake.

Said kid was in the Montgomery Orphanage on Leicester Avenue. Said orphanage was opened in the 80s and had been home for many poor kids, ever since. Now, contrary to the fictional description and depiction of most orphanages, this one was not horrible or abusive.

The staff was nice. The food was delicious. The rooms were beautiful.

Seriously, you couldn’t really complain. Because if you went to Montgomery’s Orphanage, you’d find a real family. One way better than the one that left you behind on the doorstep, whether the mom forgot to take the pill, was financially unable to raise you or happened to die, while you were born. No shame on you by the way. If your mom happened to die, because of your birth that is.

Ahem.

So, everyone in Montgomery Orphanage was sleeping soundly in their bed. Many kids shared a room together, at least 4 per room. It was a bit crowdy at times, but oh well.

At least, you were safe. And you were home.

However....one boy was not quite asleep to say the least. A young boy with ginger hair, a scrawny figure and a pair of blue pyjamas just couldn’t sleep at all. Which was strange for him, considering how easy it usually was for him to fall asleep.

Yet......the last days, have been far from easy. Strangely enough.

It wasn’t because of school or any kind of mental issues.....No.

He was scared. A lot.

See, recently kids began to disappear. It started out small, with only a single loner blonde boy being swallowed by the face of the earth. At first, no one really realised what was going on. They all just assumed that he was just hiding somewhere, reading his little manga books and playing with his dolls. It’s only after he didn’t show up for dinner in the evening that the police got involved.

Strangely, the boy was nowhere to be found. And there wasn’t any sign that someone either murdered or kidnapped him. No sign of forced entry, nor any signs of murder. The police eventually left and began to look for the boy, as the others in the orphanage continued their normal life. For a few days that is.

Because then, someone disappeared again. This time, a young girl. Unlike the former loner, this one was much more noticeable, because she had quite a lot of friends. And according to the others, she was last seen going into the cellar to get herself some ice cream, because a fridge was stored there. With tons of sweets hidden.

And that’s the last anyone heard from her. The staff searched through the entire cellar and yet, nothing. They didn’t find a single thing there. Again, it looked like the girl just suddenly vanished. Again, the police got involved.

And again, their investigation was for naught.

Normalcy resumed. But this time around, for an even shorter duration.

2 days later, another boy disappeared.

Then a girl. Then a boy. Then several boys....

This had been going on for a month now and so, this boy and his friend remained. The orphanage staff had begun to install some security cameras, in order to find the perpetrator. This happened a week ago.

Casper had not disappeared yet, ever since then.

The redhead, let’s call him Casper, was too anxious to fall asleep. He was worried that the Boogeyman, the nickname the kids gave the kidnapper, would come for him and his friend, to snatch them away too.

So far, things were calm. Yet Casper was restless.

His best friend had been the recent victim. He didn’t know how he suddenly disappeared, only that he heard him leave his room a few nights ago. Casper didn’t follow him back then, figuring that he’d just get himself some cookies from the cookie jar, in the kitchen downstairs.

But....he didn’t come back. And all cookies remained in place.

Now, Casper was shivering. Only two more boys were remaining and he was afraid that if he were to leave his room during the night or when none of the caretakers were watching him, that this would be the end.

How the orphanage was staying in business just now, remained beyond him.

He moved to the side and frowned, as he saw a picture of all of his friends.

Now....it was only him. The Boogeyman, had taken them.

And....Casper wanted to make sure that the Boogeyman, would never target anyone else. But he was too afraid to act.

As his heart began to beat faster, he heard a crack outside. The light that was shining through the door frame, suddenly shut off and Casper watched in horror, as the cameras turned themselves off too.

“What the....”, Casper mumbled to himself terrified, as he got up confused. “Wh...what just happened? Did...someone just turn off the power?”

He glanced to the door. He didn’t want to leave, but at least he should talk to the caretakers. Maybe they’d resolve the issue?

Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the dark hallway. The walls, colorful like a rainbow during the day, now looked pretty lifeless during the night. Through the window, he saw the snow falling from the sky, shining like little crystals in the moonlight.

Right....In two days, it was supposed to be Christmas.....

He shook his head.

He....needed to find the caretakers. To his knowledge, they were on the floor above him.

But....strange. Why did he not hear anything from up there? They could be asleep, but at least one caretaker, Mr. Barklin, was known for snoring very loudly. Like a bull.

For him to remain quiet...

He shook his head.

He....needed to check on them.

Thus, he began to move, his bare feet sliding over the floor, careful to not alert anyone’s premise. As he walked through the hallway, he turned to look back tons of times, to see if he was being followed.

But alas.....He wasn’t. Thank the heavens....

After a while, Casper reached the staircase. He watched, as the stairs above him lead into a darkness that he was still terrified off.

The darkness.....it terrified him. Which is one of the reasons, why Casper usually never left his room after midnight. A justifiable and common fear, especially for a twelve year old.

But...he needed to alert the caretaker. That...was the best course of action...

He...needed to do it.

He....

“Casper....”

Casper gasped and turned around in horror, his eyes scanning the darkness.

Was....was that?

“Casper....”, the voice croaked again, so distant yet so near. The redhead couldn’t believe it.

It belonged to his best friend, and recent victim. That being, Isaac.

“I..Isaac?”, Casper asked hesitantly, feeling relief growing inside of him. “Where are you?”

“Casper....”

For a while, there was not another word from his friend. And then....

He heard steps....but they were not coming to him, but away from him. Finally, Casper realised it.

His friend...he was downstairs!

Without a second thought, he rushed down the stairs quickly, somehow not slipping in the darkness and-

Nevermind. He slipped, when he reached the ground floor and fell onto the nose. Annoyed, Casper got up and listened in.

“Casper.....Come....”

The gingerhead turned his attention, to the stairs downstairs.

The...cellar....

Isaac....he was coming from there? But....why was he running away from him?

“Isaac...”, Casper muttered nervously. “Don’t worry....I am going to find you...I’m going to find you...”

And so, he ran downstairs yet again.

The only source of light by now, from the moon himself, was getting dimmer and dimmer. Until, there was a complete and utter darkness, surrounding Casper from every corner.

He saw a flashlight, being placed in front of him. Casper gasped.

It....belonged to Isaac.....

He was here!

With a quick motion, our protagonist picked it up and turned it on. What he saw, surprised him.

One of the doors....the one on the right...Was open.....even though, it shouldn’t be. According to Mr.Barklin, this door would lead to an underground freetime room, with all kinds of games and wonders. However, 10 years ago the room below collapsed, because some workers accidentally hit a pipe nearby, causing a gas leak and for it to explode. Ever since then, the orphanage sealed away the path, to make sure no kid would go downstairs and risk injury.

Yet....Isaac was there. Somehow, he got access to the room.

The Boogeyman...he got him....and....Isaac got away....And lead him to the lair....Presumably....

Casper peaked inside. There was a long set of stairs, leading into the darkness.

This was dangerous.....He...he should call the police....

But....how? The only working phone here was a landline phone and without electricity, it couldn’t work at all.

“Casper.....”

Isaac was calling him. He had to save his friend.

And so, Casper walked downstairs....

...but the moment he entered, he slipped and then fell. With a loud scream, he tumbled across the stair, before landing into a puddle of water. His flashlight somehow didn’t leave his grip, during the fall and so Casper forced himself to get up. He didn’t mind the pain, at all. His old father made him used to it.

Suddenly, he heard something moving. Casper quickly aimed his flashlight at the spot....

..but it was just a mous-

Wait.....

The mouse.....was actually dead....and rotting, as flies surrounded it too feast on it. Casper resisted himself to scream, as he aimed the flashlight up ahead.

There it was. The door leading to the freetime room, with tons of rubble in the way.

“Casper...”

The voice came from the inside. Our protagonist wasted no time at all and rushed towards the door, jumping over the rocks.

When he was in front of it, he took a deep breath....

And then, opened the door.

The inside was dark and messy, with football tables, board games and..... blood littered around the corner.

More rats....all dead. Flies buzzing above them, their insides missing vital organs. Casper felt himself getting nauseous, just by looking at them.

Calm down....focus...

“Casper...”

Casper gasped and turned to the source of the voice, which happened to come from a closed box. He tightened his fist.

“Isaac.....”, he muttered to himself and rushed forward quickly, opening the box up. “Isaac, I am-”

But what he saw, disturbed him beyond belief.

There....were dolls. Tons of them, all looking pretty cute and child-like......

....and all looked like the missing kids. And....did one of the dolls just squirm?

Casper widened his eyes.

What.....But....But.....

He stared at the Isaac doll and picked it up. He saw the horror written in its face, forming an empty scream.

“Is...Isaac...?”, Casper asked himself, horrified. “But....But...what’s going on...”

“Casper....”, the doll he was holding croaked and Casper felt something vibrating in his grip. He turned the doll around...

...and saw a long string.

“Casper...”

The string moved again and Casper felt something move behind him. Horrified, he slowly turned around and felt the string move in his hand, as it came from the darkness....

...someone was holding it. Someone a bit smaller than him...

Suddenly, the stranger tossed something on the floor.

A pair of fake blue eyes.....and a blonde wig.

Isaac gasped in shock, as the manga kid revealed himself. His appearance shocked Casper beyond belief.

His face...had stitches...he had no hair whatsoever....he was frowning and his hand had tons of scars, which had been hidden by his gloves.

But....the most horrifying part, was where the eyes were...or weren’t.

There were no eyes. Where eyes should have been, there were two holes. The kid looked at him, albeit missing him slightly. He was holding the string in his hand and held the string to his mouth.

“Casper....”, he said, mimicking his friend’s voice perfectly. Casper walked back in horror.

“Wh...What have you done to my friend?!”

“Don’t worry....”, the kid replied, still speaking in Isaac’s voice. “We....are friends now....We....all are....FRIENDS...”

The moment he said that, he suddenly held several strings in his hand, his voice sounding like an amalgamation of all the kids. Casper screamed in horror and rushed to him, in order to give him a punch.

But...the kid....poked his fingers into his nose. The redhead stopped surprised and then began to notice a few things.

One....the kid was smiling a bit.

And second...his nose began to tingle.

And then....his limbs shook.

Casper stared at his arm and gasped in horror.

His entire arm was shrinking, losing its flesh and skin. He screamed in horror, as he tried to free himself, but the fingers were stuck into his nose. Screaming horrified, Casper then saw how the same happened to his legs.....and how strings wrapped themselves around him, ensnaring him....

Soon, his eyes left their home and Casper wanted to scream....

...but for that, you needed a trachea...and not one made out of strings at that.

It..was over.

The Boogeyman smiled, as he gently placed the Casper doll into the chest, next to the caretaker dolls.

Again...he made friends. He had so many friends now...About 120.....

He giggled and then grabbed the box, closing it tightly and then pulling it from the side grip.....

And suddenly, the box itself was a wooden doll too. Somehow.

With that, he disappeared from the property a few minutes later. Police arrived in the morning, but couldn’t find anyone. And for some reasons, the power box was full of strings...

Strange...

Boogeyman Strikes Again

The Montgomery Orphanage had been yet another victim, of the Boogeyman. Tons of other orphanages had been victim of him, kidnapping or possibly killing children and adults alike. No one had any idea, where he is or what his possible motives are. No evidence was found at the scene of the crime and the police is actively looking. If you know something, please contact us through our mail: Wallace/Chatt@w-mail.com.

[doiyi-yt]

Check this out from a few years ago

Doiyi, but inspired by Coraline

[mostly-natm]

Happy Halloween from Lore! 🔪💛

[leafwateraddict]

Found some old sketches I had for @llamagoddessofficials Coraline au along with some headcanons I had for Dart and Patch (also stuffing.. gore?)

Ft. A sexy Dart because I saw a fancy looking corset and put him in it and instantly regretted it (along with some ideas for his button eyes)

Also other Mc/Thread along with some sentences i thought of if I ever ended up writing that drabble (which I probably wont- rip)

[paranormal-kids-ask-blog]

who is the tallest and the shortest?

Dib: Why do you need to know?

Mason: this is misleading-

[clegfly]

Hey

[givemeuniversalcrossovers]

OKAY RANDOM CUTE BOWUIGI THOUGHT

I've seen lots of art of bowser giving Luigi pirahna plant bouquets very dangerous very spicy there bowser considering how nippy those pirahna can be

BUT WHAT IF

Bowser gives Luigi a bouquet/flower plant pot and the pirahnas spring to life absolutely just covering Luigi in kisses just mwamwamwamwamwa because Bowser specially raised/grew/trained them to be non hostile and affectionate which leads to overly affectionate kissy plants and Bowser going "HEY" cause that's HIM boyfriend!! Too many kisses!! Tone it down! You were meant to only make one kissy sound each! Getting very upset with his trained plants because urg too affectionate go away I wanna smooch Luigi now.

So now Luigi owns this affectionate pirhanna plant which is essentially just puppy hardwiring in plant body, they wiggle their leaves vigorously and waggle their whole stems when they see him coming like excitable puppies ready to play and the worst they'll ever so is chew on his fingers sometimes and aw his plant.

[itsnotmehuman]

"Desea el mar pero le teme al agua...

Quizás -la furia-del mar esté dentro de ella. "

[kp-studios]

AS OF TODAY, IT IS THE FIRST OF DECEMBER WHICH MEANS THAT THIS IS THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF ME HYPERFIXATING ON THE OTHER MOTHER!

I'm so happy!!! :D!!

OUTLIVED DARLY BY 11 DAYS.

[s-3lliot]

Finally had the time to draw out Jeremy 😭 Art Fight got me fucked up.

[prttgrl-jad3]

“𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴.” — 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 (2009)