#✞┊❛ the queue from without ❜ ( queue )

[bratbarzal]

Oh I would kill to see luke and his lover travelling europe idk :’)

I sort of have a ~vacation thing in the pipeline for them so I'm gonna bullet point some random thoughts on this while they're fresh in my brain bc I love the idea of them having a little european trip together and doing it the authentic way bc they're just two kids in love and exploring the world!! not super in depth bc like I said there's something else in the works but I am really enjoying doing these extended thoughts!!

luke is the ultimate airport boyfriend no one can change my mind!! like standing in the check in queue with his arm slung over your shoulders or you're in front of him and his chin is resting on your head as he watches the boards to figure out where your gate is!! and he's hauling both of your cases around even though you say you're fine to wheel them, but you like watching as he lifts them onto the belt, and you like eyeing up the way his sleeves cling to his muscles when he's leaning on the desk and going through all the information with the guy behind it!!

and obviously his first thought when you're through security is food, so you're walking hand in hand and he's pretending like he's giving you the choice but he's lowkey dragging you to wherever he wants to go, and you both end up getting burgers and he steals your fries when he's done with his, but you're used to his crappy distraction techniques by now so you just let him do it!! and the two of you have a whole thing where you're swapping parts of your burgers like he'll take your pickles and you'll take his tomato and you just do it without asking because you guys eat so often together that it's just normal!!

and he'll smell all the perfume testers with you in the duty free store!! and try on a bunch of sunglasses and you're taking a bunch of pictures of him in shades that make him look like a bug or an alien hahaha!! but he buys some unisex fragrance you can share and it's that thing where it's the only thing the two of you will spray while you're away so that it will always remind you of that vacation!! and it ends up being a cute tradition every time you leave the country!!

the only thing you'd let him splurge on for the whole trip is the extra leg room seats, and he just about convinces you that premium economy is the way to go, so he gets to stretch out his legs and you get to cuddle into his side with the arm rest raised and you share a set of earphones to watch some random movie on the flight together 🥺 like you don't even bother syncing screens you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and snuggle his bicep and probably fall asleep on him while he's watching conclave or smth

and the two of you aren't exactly hostel hopping but you really wanted a lowkey trip so the hotels you stay in are all super cosy and small, because you're spending most of your time out and exploring anyway, so when you're in your room you're constantly all up in each other's space, and he's always bumping into you and grabbing at you to move you out of the way, and it's all just super intimate and precious to you that you get to be a normal young couple doing normal things away from like him being recognised all the time back home, or not being entirely secure in such a random hotel - when you're away, it's a bit like the bubble you get at the lake house, where he's just Luke, your boyfriend, not Luke Hughes.

and he's been to Europe on tournaments before but he's never been able to properly explore, so you do all this touristy coupley stuff together!! and Luke very much gives goofball energy like if he was in a relationship I don't think he'd be all mr cool I think he'd embrace getting to do dorky shit so like he's eating food from street vendors with absolutely no etiquette, and he's making wishes throwing coins in fountains and taking pictures "resting on" the leaning tower of pisa or pinching at the Eiffel Tower - speaking of have you ever seen those videos of dua lipa and Callum turner dancing near the Eiffel Tower???? they give me Luke and lih!reader vibes all the time they're so cute!!

and Luke is the perfect victim of a tourist trap so he's getting his portrait done by those whacky artists who draw your mouth about half the size of your face and they make his curls all crazy and his neck super long lmao!! and he's getting suckered into buying you flowers all the time off of the ladies who say it's romantic - and yeah, even if the roses aren't real, it is romantic because he gets all blushy and bashful about it!! and he says you have to collect fridge magnets for everywhere you go as a memento because you're not bulking up your luggage but it's cute to have something back home that reminds you of being away together!! and he's super serious about his fridge magnet criteria so you let him have the last say even if they're going on your fridge.

also he's clinging onto you for dear life everywhere you go. your hand doesn't leave his in public, and he's cuddling you in the back of taxis, and standing behind you with his arms draped over you in museums, you're tangling legs under the tables in restaurants, and falling asleep on his shoulder on trains!! bc physical touch Luke is the realest thing to me!!

and one more thing bc I love this concept is he's obviously way quicker at getting ready than you so he'll always sit by you while you're getting ready and just watch and talk to you like you curling your hair is the most interesting thing in the world!! and he's weirdly intimidated by a curling iron but one time he offers to do it for you and he doesn't burn you by some miracle so he's always doing the back of your head while he yaps lmao!! he's always zipping the back of your dresses, and untying your shoes when you finally get back to the hotel room!! and he's watching you put on moisturiser before bed and he always likes when you spread the excess onto his skin 😭😭 he's such a little obsessed lover boy I adore him!!

[iron-mage]

DP was like an og fandom of mine on tumblr, back in the day ppl tried to use the phandom tag which was a mix of danny phantom, phantom of the opera, and dan & phil stuff, woe betide anyone who was scrolling through a blog that used #dp to keep track of danny phantom stuff because you were one misclick away from getting a feed full of double penetration XD

RN the fandom im most active in is Transformers, most ppl in that fandom use #Maccadams (in reference to an in universe bar Maccadam's old oil house ) because the actual transformers tag is so flooded with other stuff

Ppl will still tag their posts & reblogs as transformers for sorting on their own blogs etc just include the additional tag when making the original post

This works pretty well for if you just wanna find posts about giant robots however if you wanna find posts specifically about the bot named Maccadam well you're kinda shit out of luck

I sympathise with lex's original grievance since it's the same issue i have with all the incredibly inconsistently tagged XReader content, i have thousands of variations of x reader / (character) x reader filtered because I don't want to see those posts but none of the writers ever use an umbrella tag

(if you want to see examples id suggest looking up the Jujutsu kaisen fandom or demon slayer fandom or any of its male characters' tags, I sometimes scroll for minutes while looking for posts to queue because XD)

Danny Phantom is the umbrella tag for the show & also the main character which compounds the problem here, trying to dictate to people whether they're allowed to use the main characters' superhero name in their posts is just not going to work so the only real way to move forward here is adopting using subtags in addition to the umbrella tag

So including #dponly on original posts in addition to the main/umbrella tag while asking people to use a tag like #dpxover on any crossover content on their og posts to allow people to filter specific posts without having to block a million different variants of a tag

Atm when i reblog/queue a post i usually tag it DP & if it's a crossover the other relevant fandom + a DPxtag since i usually try to keep tags as sort as possible but still wanna allow people to filter stuff if they follow me or scroll my blog but I'll definitely be including a subtag for baseline dp or crossover dp in any of my original posts going forward + the dpxover tag for any crossover stuff

I'm also in a lot of very small fandoms about kids shows that aired the same decade as Danny Phantom & ironically in their tags on here & especially their AO3 works a huge number of works are crossovers with Danny Phantom(& often a long list of other shows) where they're side or background characters XD so this honestly feels a little like karma to me

To give an example with of some of those fandoms The Secret Saturdays or American Dragon: Jake Long

TSS has 211 works on ao3 only 87 of those works are not crossovers (33 of those 124 crossovers are dp crossovers, TSS did actually have a crossover episode with one of the Ben 10 shows so that's where the majority of those crossovers came from)

While AD has 458 works with 161 of those being crossovers with Danny Phantom (also of note AD had a crossover episode with lilo & stitch but only about 10 works include both shows on ao3, only 142 works are not crossovers)

I use ao3 as examples here because it's easy to grab the numbers, as you can imagine scrolling those fandom tags on here are usually dominated by crossover content which is another reason i advocate for a general catch all Danny Phantom Crossover subtag like #DPxOver in addition to the #DPonly tag

Also watch TSS & AD so i can drag yall into eldritch dragon with a destiny/prophecy about them angst/existential horror

This would be used in addition to the danny phantom tag, turning it into a true umbrella tag for everything related to Danny Phantom, while having a few major sub-tags for people to find exactly what they want.

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After some more discussion with members of the fandom in the notes of my poll asking about a community and elsewhere, it seems like the better option for everyone might actually be a new tag, so I'm making a new poll here!

Some answers to questions I think people might have are below the readmore:

Q: Why are all of these only one word?

A: For the same reason the dpxdc tag is only one word! Tumblr's tagging implementation is Not Good. Tags with spaces don't play well with it, and especially don't play well with blocked tags. If someone wants to block non-crossover Danny Phantom content, we want to make it as painless as possible for them.

Q: What issues were raised around communities?

A: A few! To name some of them:

Limited interactions with posts: Communities only let you react with emoji and leave comments on posts reblogged into them. Not great, if we want to have long reblog chains riffing on one another

Original Posters aren't notified if someone else reblogs their post into a community, even if it's public. So if someone reblogged your post into the community for you, you wouldn't know about it -- or know to look for people interacting with it.

Communities have mods, and therefore would need trustworthy, engaged mods to make it work. Over a short time frame, we could probably manage it! But over a longer one, a community for an entire fandom would probably have moderator drama. That could lead to fracturing, or people leaving specifically because they don't like the mods, etc. A tag is a lot less active maintenance.

A few people also expressed a general dislike for the feature, even if they were willing to move to one. This seems like a much smaller change that will let those people stay away from a feature they don't like, while interacting with the content they do.

Q: What about less-common crossovers? Won't those get excluded from this tag?

A: They will. I'm asking about this poll first because I figured getting the community to make a decision about the other crossovers would be easier if we'd already decided on the non-crossovers.

The current idea is to move those to their own tag as well, so they can get dedicated attention from the crossover enthusiasts who love them. One of the people I talked to about this runs the niche-dp-crossovers blog, so it's on the radar. If you have concerns or suggestions about that, the notes on this post is as good a place as any to suggest them!

[solarstranger]

CHAPTER 1 | I HOPE YOU SEE (RIGHT THROUGH ME)

w.c. 1.2k

tags. minors dni. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (23), some cussing (it's not bakugou's internal monologue if there aren't any), suicide-related deaths (see series synopsis for more details), discussions of suicide, canon-typical descriptions of violence

a/n. welcome to another series by yours truly!!!! i know i still have that body swap one in the queue, and while i am planning on working on that, this series' premise just spoke to me and i was emboldened to write it as soon as i could. i'm writing this as i go, though, so the posting schedule is likely gonna be erratic, but i promise i'll try to write this consistently. anyway, i'd absolutely love to hear what you think throughout the process, so please don't be a stranger and talk to me!

links. masterlist, ao3

Somehow, he’s wound up in the emergency room of Musutafu’s highly renowned Central Hospital.

Which, if he had the energy left to really think about it, is not particularly an unusual occurrence. He’s been here—and other similar hospitals—enough to have a general blueprint of the corridors etched in his mind, as well as the basic rules they shared and protocols that were strictly followed. Stuff like how phone calls are prohibited, fatigued doctors specializing in emergency medicine are perpetually present, and how—for a place supposedly and rightfully dubbed with the ‘emergency’ title—the staff sure don’t seem to have a whole lot of sense of urgency.

Although he supposes he’d rather have that than be in a room teeming with frantic energy. Maybe they’re doing it on purpose, actually, for the sake of the patients who get rolled in.

Except right now, he was not a patient.

He was technically not a guardian, either, though the disheveled-looking middle-aged man blatantly staring at him from a few rows up front is most definitely thinking otherwise.

Well, then.

Acutely aware of the unwanted attention, Bakugou shifts uncomfortably in his seat, wincing ever so slightly when the connected metal chairs to his right creak loudly with the motion. It doesn’t help that he’s still in his hero clothes—although he’s aware there’s no point in mulling over it now; after all, he didn’t exactly have the time to do a costume change with all the shit that went down.

Not that he’s exactly sure what that ‘shit’ even was.

It all happened too fast.

One minute, he was walking down his regular patrol route down Shizuoka’s famous tallest bridge—cursing the unbearable summer heat and the dehydration-induced headaches that it brought with it; the next, he was jumping off of it.

He even boosted himself with his quirk to aid gravity in his free fall, but to no avail.

Your body had already collided with the ground by the time he could grab your wrist.

The moments that passed after that are even more of a blur now. He doesn’t know how he did it, but after what seemed like an eternity of merely staring at your limp, bloody body, Bakugou was able to pull out his phone and call 119. The medics arrived shortly after, maybe in a span of five minutes, but to him it felt like more.

It took everything within him not to just haul your body and propel you to the nearest hospital.

Because if someone died under his watch…

“Mr. Dynamight?”

Bakugou startles, looking up from where he was blankly staring at his intertwined, scarred hands. At the sight of a white coat-clad woman, the pro-hero immediately stands up, nodding, turning to face the brunette with his full attention.

“Hi,” the doctor greets, “It’s come to my understanding that you’re the one who called in regarding Patient—” she trails off, looking down at her clipboard to double-check, before saying your name in a question. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” Bakugou rasps roughly, before clearing his throat and trying again. “Uh, yes, doc.”

The doctor nods. “Were you on patrol when you found her?”

Close, the voice in Bakugou’s head retorts without missing a beat. I saw her fucking jump.

Instead of saying all that out loud, however, the ash-blonde only nods wordlessly.

The woman hums. “Okay, then. Well, her parents are still on the way here, and normally we’d let them know first, but given the nature of your involvement and your occupation, I might as well inform you.”

Instantly, Bakugou finds himself bracing for what’s next.

The doctor presses her lips in a thin line.

“I’m sorry,” she starts, shaking her head solemnly. “She didn’t make it.”

Dead on arrival.

You were dead on arrival.

At least, that’s what the doctors told him when he pressed them for more. He couldn’t tell if they were hesitant about divulging further information about you aside from the basics or just simply in the dark themselves, seeing as how they only had your wallet that they found on your person to go from. Either way, Bakugou decided it didn’t matter as soon as an older couple burst through the doors of the emergency room—a good half hour later—whom he immediately identified as your parents.

Needless to say, he hightailed it out of there.

The last thing he needed was to be the unfortunate bearer of bad news, or worse, be recognized as the reason why their daughter is currently lying lifeless in one of the hospital’s private rooms.

After that, he couldn’t remember much of his actions, only that he somehow decided to head to the agency. The entire flight down to his office, he stuck his good ear out for any signs of ringing from his phone, which surprisingly—or unsurprisingly—didn’t come.

Which makes sense.

He’s heard stories before. Exchanged in hushed whispers back in the UA dormitory, and uttered in low voices in the agencies he worked at as a sidekick. About how suicide cases in the country are criminally underreported—not just because of the stigma surrounding the act, but because the police allegedly make it a point to conceal such cases, away from the media’s prying eyes and before it gets blown out of proportion by the public.

Hakamada told him it was most likely to prevent the occurrence of suicide clusters, to which Bakugou scoffed instinctively, granting him a reprimanding look from his mentor.

But really, could anyone blame him?

The idea seemed stupid then.

If he killed himself for whatever reason, he sure didn’t want his death to be treated as some sort of curse, talked about only when people think no one’s watching.

There’s nothing more pitiful than fading away without leaving a single trace, after all.

But now, as he sits in the quiet dark of his agency’s office—the building silent if not for the gentle whirring of his air conditioner—Bakugou finds himself oddly grateful.

Because…

Because.

He wouldn’t know what he’d do if he had to face the press about what just happened.

He’s not sure how long he sat spaced out in his office, but by the time he’s inserting his lone copy of his key into the door knob, it’s already two hours past midnight, and the exhaustion from the day’s events has finally made itself known in the form of muscle aches and a throbbing migraine.

Bakugou doesn’t try to fight the sigh of relief that wracks his body the second he hears the lock click, his movements automatic as he pushes the door open with his side, left hand reaching out in the dark until it lands on and presses against the switch.

As if on cue, light floods the living room slash kitchen of Bakugou’s apartment unit, a sight so mundanely familiar that he doesn’t even blink at first.

Just—drags his aching feet towards the foyer where he toes off his sneakers and drops his duffel bag, which he swears he’ll collect the first thing tomorrow morning.

But then that’s when it happens.

Bakugou barely catches it—the movement at the corner of his eye—but he does.

And when he does—glance to look at it—he blanches.

Because sitting on his sofa is no other than a ghost.

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[camficdiner]

Ur insanely talented love ur works, can I please have [1.1] [2.17] enemies to lovers [3.1] [4.3] ❤️

☕️ Cam’s Fic Diner — Order 053

🍒 Thank you so much for your sweet request!

Enemies to lovers? Matchmaking gone wrong? You had me the second Jack got jealous. I hope this fic brought all the tension, the chaos, and the fluffy payoff you were craving — and that their kiss hit just right.

Sending hugs and hockey kisses your way! 💋

Feel free to slide back into the diner anytime, love 🫶

🍽️ Chef’s Note:

This was the last request currently in the queue at Cam’s Fic Diner! 💌

If you want to see new fics — romantic, steamy, angsty, or all of the above — send in a new request, because the menu only grows with your prompts 🫶

Pick your character, your favorite trope, and let yourself be served.

📬 Cam’s waiting for you at the counter. 🍒

💬 “Supposed to Be You”

✨ Description and prompts:

– Jack Hughes

– You try to set him up with someone else but it backfires

– Enemies to lovers

– Word count: ~1.4k

– Type: Fluff, tension, soft landing

🛼🧁✨🍒

You’ve never liked Jack Hughes.

Not really.

Not the way he walks into every room like it belongs to him. Not the stupid way he wears his cap backward and tosses a wink at every girl in the room. Not the way he always has something smart to say when you speak, like it’s his job to make you bristle.

You definitely don’t like how handsome he is when he’s not talking.

So yeah. You don’t like him.

Which is exactly why you’re trying to set him up with someone else.

It’s not because his smile makes something in your chest stutter. It’s not because, during your friend group’s last game night, he sat a little too close and smelled like pine and something dangerous, and you haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

It’s self-preservation.

You set him up with Elly — a sweet, quiet friend from yoga. She’s pretty. Gentle. Jack would probably like her.

And he does. Or at least, he pretends to.

You watch them from across the bar, Elly laughing at something he says. His fingers brush her arm, casual. You want to scream.

Your drink tastes like regret.

“You okay?” Trevor leans into your space, eyes narrowed. “You’ve been staring at Jack and Elly like you’re trying to kill them with your mind.”

You force a smile. “I’m great.”

He looks skeptical, but thankfully doesn’t push.

You watch as Jack walks Elly to the bar to get another drink. She leans in to whisper something. He laughs, loud.

You stand up. You need air.

Outside, the cool night hits your face like a slap. You close your eyes and try to breathe.

“You don’t get to be mad.”

You jump at the voice. Jack stands behind you, jaw tight, arms crossed.

You blink. “What?”

“You don’t get to set me up with someone and then glare at me all night like I’m cheating on you.”

Your mouth opens. Closes. “I wasn’t glaring.”

“You were,” he says. “You’ve been pissed off since I walked in with her.”

“You seemed happy,” you snap. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

He steps closer. “No. You thought that’s what you wanted. To get rid of whatever this thing is between us.”

“There’s no ‘thing,’ Jack.”

“Bullshit.”

Your breath catches.

“You hate me so much you can’t even be in the same room without arguing,” he says. “But you can’t stop looking at me either. You think I haven’t noticed?”

You look away.

He’s silent for a beat. Then softer, “Why her?”

You swallow. “Because she’s not me.”

He frowns.

“She’s soft. Simple. She won’t ruin your life.”

Jack’s voice is barely a whisper. “What if I want you to?”

You meet his eyes. “Why?”

“Because you challenge me. You fight me. You get under my skin in a way no one else does. And when you’re not around, I feel like something’s missing.”

You blink. “I was trying to protect myself.”

“From what?”

“From falling for someone I can’t have.”

Silence.

Then Jack steps forward and kisses you.

It’s not soft. It’s messy, urgent — the kind of kiss that tastes like anger and longing and everything you should’ve said sooner.

When he pulls back, you’re breathless.

“I don’t want Elly,” he says. “I don’t want anyone else. It’s always been you.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “You’re infuriating.”

He grins. “Takes one to know one.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

But then you kiss him again.

And this time, it feels like home.

[r0semultiverse]

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[frankgoji]

May All Blessings Find Their Way to You, I'm Wishing It

Closeup and non-text version:

[flowersforthemachines]

Useless Veilguard fact of the day: Day 31

If you stay in a companion's room long enough, their ambient track will begin to play in the Lighthouse. Standing in Rook's room will cause Rook's ambient theme to play.

Check out the tag for more useless facts: #useless davg fact of the day!

[utilitycaster]

I truly have no patience for "criticizing a creative choice is disrespectful" as a statement. If you can't tell the difference between sending hate or harassing creators/fans, vs. saying "I didn't like this and here's why" you are an idiot. And on the flip side if you're a creator and someone says "I didn't like this" without any sort of personal attacks or hate involved, simply on the basis of critique and personal preference, and that makes you feel bad enough to stop creating then maybe you should step back and either get offline or make room for someone who has an actual creative vision that isn't "I want everyone to like me."

[clickety-clacker]

Keep it together, body!

[creativesplat]

I would also like to see some miphlink, if that's okay!

I was really struggling with what to draw, and then I remembered your ask from ages ago (dang ADHD brain...) anyway, sorry its such a late answer, but Miphlink inspired by Dicksee's La Belle Dame

[arceespinkgun]

One by one, their vehicular modes hammered into him, spinning him around; once, twice, three times. As he fell for the final time, two conflicting emotions struggled for supremacy in Steamhammer's mind. Rage! His fellow Decepticons had been cut down, wiped out by the enemy . . . among them Prowl and Jazz — who he hated with every fibre of his mechanical being. Fear! He was alone, outgunned by four or more very powerful Autobots. Reason told him he should flee, transform to jet mode and get clear. Rage won. With a savage howl, Steamhammer raised the particle accelerator cannon, pointing it at the oncoming Autobots and was hit three times, the blasts ripping open his chest cavity. And he thought: "This isn't supposed to happen!" And died. With a triumphant shout, Prowl transformed to robot mode, stopping by Steamhammer's body. Though he took no pleasure in the kill itself (after all, such feelings went against everything an Autobot stood for . . . didn't they?), he knew Steamhammer from the days before the war had begun. Even in those days, he'd been a sadistic killer. Cybertron and its inhabitants were better off without him. At least, he hoped that was the case. He'd always found taking life, for whatever reason, an illogical affair. Wars just didn't compute with him. Still, like the Autobot comrades who had by now gathered around him, he felt a curious exhilaration, brought on no doubt by the brief battle. Should they feel this way, he wondered? As he looked at the smiling faces around him, Prowl wondered if anyone felt the sudden chill that ran down his back struts. For a brief moment, with the sort of sudden, savage insight that sometimes sneaks up and gets in a good hit, Prowl wondered if each time they killed, they lost a bit of themselves as well. Jazz, Sunstreaker, Wheeljack, Stampede, Inferno — did any of them wonder? The babble of excited, cheering voices cut through his thoughts, and all the Autobots turned to see the neutralists heading towards them — smiling, grateful. "You saved us!" cried one, grabbing the startled Jazz by the arm and hugging him tight, as if to reassure himself he really was still alive. Jazz stammered a vague "It was nothing really. . . ." but it was drowned out by the voices of the other neutralists, thanking them, praising their fighting prowess. Prowl stepped back, beginning to smile himself. Their brief had been open-ended. They were to make their way deep into Decepticon controlled territory and generally make trouble for the local garrison, operating a hit-and-run guerilla war against the oppressors. Well, they'd started already, hadn't they . . . and saved some lives as well. Yeah, that made it okay. Prowl leaned over to Jazz. "Did we do okay?" he asked uncertainly, hoping Jazz wouldn't interpret this as weakness. As team leader, Prowl worried constantly that he would foul up, make some decision that would end up costing lives; theirs as well as others. "Okay?!" replied Jazz, regarding Prowl with incredulous but amused eyes. "We did magnificently, boss!" Prowl looked around, watching as the startled Sunstreaker, revelling in every second of the praise and adoration, was lifted bodily off the ground and carried off on the shoulders of several cheering neutralists. Laughing, Stampede — showing off by switching at high speed between animal and robot — ran along beside him, trying to dislodge him. Sunstreaker squeaked an anxious "Back off!" worried that he might fall and scrape his much admired paintwork, and soon all of them were joining in the fun, prodding at him. "Yeah," thought Prowl with a broad smile, "life is good. We're the Magnificent Six — nothing can harm us!"

A flashback to right before disaster struck, when a team of Autobots were younger and less tormented but Prowl was struggling with internal conflict, from “The Magnificent Six!” in Transformers Annual 1990

[humblemooncat]

I have no desire to do any more leveling today, but I have no clue what I should do.

Either this means I will make another oc because boredom, or I will actually be productive. My money's on the former, but we shall see.

[elusivee-phantom]

you can not be fucking serious right now

[same-picture-of-benson-every-day]

Fun fact, this blog was made on March 17th,2021! Happy almost 3 and a half years <3

[kev-smell-my-fart]

ouughh funny pepper guy.

edit: I DIDNT REALIZE HOW COMPRESSED IT WAS GONNA BE LMAOO im keeping it like that idc.. gives me ms paint vibes.

[supes9]

"If you were leading and you fell, and I couldn't hold you... I'd go with you."