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stormsthatrage · 3 months
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Imagine: Samantha Manson rents an apartment with other students in university because she wants to pay her own way through college. One night, the other students throw a party. Sam takes refuge in the campus library during this, because she does not want to be around that. But eventually the library closes for the night, and Sam has to go back.
Sam walks in on the partygoers, still there, hanging out around a "summoning ritual" for fun. They're cleaning up -- the ritual didn't work, obviously.
Sam wordlessly halts the clean-up efforts in their tracks by taking one look at the summoning circle, seizing a paintbrush, bodying people out of the way, and making a dozen minor adjustments to the summoning circle.
It's Sam. No one stops her, and no one is brave enough to ask any questions.
Sam finishes, then walks off without saying anything.
The partygoers look at each other, and then immediately try the summoning ritual again.
(Look, Sam has a reputation as a goth and, if you believe in that stuff, as a witch. Not to say that any of them actually believe in that stuff, but sometimes it's fun to pretend like you do, and, well. They already decided to give it their best shot tonight, and they know that a Sam-approved summoning circle is the best shot they'll get.)
They read out the spell. The candles flare, the flame turning a dark, poisonous green, then blow out. A surge of black light shoots up from the summoning circle, and a presence thickens the air around them.
Before them appears a being that they know, in their soul, is not of this world.
A creature of the realm of the dead looms before them, crown ablaze with fury. "Who dares--"
Sam, nonchalant, wanders back into the room. Wanders over to the summoning circle. Casually erases, with the tip of her shoe, what they know from their brief study of their occult book to be the containment layer of the summoning circle.
Casually says, "Hey, Danny, what pizza toppings do you want?"
The presence fades, but does not vanish completely. "Oh, come on Sam," says the being that an animal part of them recognizes as of the realm of the dead. "What the hell, you know I hate that."
Sam wanders back out of the room, calling over her shoulder, "Well, I hate having my thermos broken!"
The being floats out of the summoning circle, and takes on the shape of a boy, touching down to the ground. The presence fades even further, until they wouldn't be able to tell the creature wasn't a boy if they hadn't already seen.
"Okay, first of all, that was at least 50% Tucker's fault--" it says, trailing after Sam. The conversation becomes unintelligible as they go to Sam's room and shut the door.
The partygoers are left in silence, with paint that has been turned to ash, brand-new candles that have been burned to stubs, and a terrifying new knowledge of the existence of the beyond.
And, for the unluckiest of them, terrifying new knowledge that the person they share a roof with has regular, real, dealings with the dead.
(Twenty minutes later, the pizza arrives. With a pineapple topping, of course.)
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glassroo · 6 months
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yuor gonna tell me sam waas a goth in the 2000's nd only had like 3 outfits....textbook goth erasure....borderline hate crime......
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nerdpoe · 1 year
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Small thing, may or may not continue, sorry if it's wonky lmao.
When Sam had told Danny and Tucker that Gotham Galas were a whole unknown level of boring, they hadn't believed her.
That had been before they'd gone to one with her, after much begging of her parents and many compromises for them all.
She had been so right, it sucked so bad.
So in Danny's defense, he'd needed fresh air and if he could fly while invisible, why not?
To be entirely fair, Danny hadn't meant to find the Batcave. Neither had he meant to find Batman with his cowl off, revealing a very tired Bruce Wayne.
And he really, really hadn't meant to find Bruce Wayne in the middle of a mental breakdown all alone in that big, lonely cave.
Floating forward, and very carefully remaining invisible, Danny looked over the overly-large screen to see what had the man so-ah. It looked like a mission had just ended, and judging by the chatter he could hear Red Robin was missing.
Apparently, the warehouse had blown up, and no one wanted to assume the worst.
Well, one intangible and super-strength minor superhero on the way then. He couldn't see Red Robin's ghost, which meant the other hero was probably just unconscious or hurt.
He'd have to hurry though.
But Danny didn't want to leave Mr. Wayne here, muttering how he never did it right and how it was all his fault. The man clearly needed someone to talk to, and that person could not be Danny.
Danny wasn't good at emotions, nor was Mr. Wayne in a place to meet a new hero if the rumors about Batman's paranoia were to be trusted. It was better to have the man meet a new unknown on his own terms than to randomly show up in his city when he was raw and hurting.
Frowning, Danny thought hard before letting out a breathless sigh and tugging out his phone, sending a text before dialing Jazz, and placing it on top of the keyboard in speaker mode while removing it's invisibility. Mr. Wayne could look up who owned the phone and make his own conclusions; Danny knew who he was, so it was only fair.
And Jazz was the best Emotion Person Danny knew. Whether the man talked to her or not was his choice, but the least Danny could do was throw it out there.
Without looking back, Danny memorized the coordinates and teleported as close as he could get based on landmarks.
He left just as Jazz answered and Mr. Wayne flinched, and arrive just in time to see another small explosion. Probably a propane tank.
The temptation to make a propane and propane accessories joke was strong, but Danny valiantly resisted and sunk through the rubble.
The search was quick and done quicker; Red Robin was definitely still alive and protected by two steel beams that had landed perfectly to form a protective cross over him. Unfortunately, those had probably also been what had knocked him out.
Danny frowned, thinking. He knew he wasn't supposed to move people with head wounds, but then how was he supposed to....well. Surely one of the other heroes digging above and around him would know.
Danny sighed, floating up. He really wasn't looking forward to revealing himself to heroes associated with the League, but saving a life was a bit more important.
"Hey!"
Danny found himself at the end of way more weapons than he would have liked, and almost stumbled over his next words.
"I found him!"
Great news, the weapons were gone. Instead they were just staring at him, barely-there hope sparkling in their eyes. He got that. They didn't want to get it just to find out he was lying or against them.
"But I think he's not safe to move? I don't know for sure, but I think he got hit in the head, and I'm not a doctor."
"Is there a pulse?" Nightwing asked, his voice shaking as he stumbled forward.
"Yeah, he's alive. Just like, really hurt-" Danny didn't get a chance to elaborate before Red Hoods helmet was shoved into his hands, the Red Hood himself getting into Danny's face.
"This has a video feed, take this and this-" and oh hey, something was being shoved into Danny's ear, and Hood's hands were shaking really badly- "-and do what she tells you."
A little bewildered, Danny nodded.
"Um...Hello?" He tried, and a brisk, no-nonsense voice answered.
"I don't know who you are, but show me Red Robin. Now."
Damn, the voice in his ear was demanding. Fair enough, though.
"Yes ma'am," he said, not bothering to go invisible and just going intangible instead, floating down through the wreckage until he found Red Robin again.
What followed was roughly thirty seconds of silence as he dutifully held out the helmet and let earpiece lady look at the fallen hero.
"I need a list of your powers, now."
Danny jumped slightly, almost losing his grip on the helmet.
"Uh, um, I...I can turn invisible, I can fly, I can go intangible, I have super strength, I can scream really loud, and um...regeneration? But only for me. And Ice. And Teleportation, but that one's new and I'm not very good at it so there's like a 50/50 chance of ending up halfway through a wall-"
"Okay. Alright, focus. What's your name?"
"Uh, Phantom."
"Clarify Ice" "I can create it and control it, and it will never melt unless I want it to."
"Staunch the bleeding by freezing the wound on his head. Do not move his head if you can help it."
Danny nodded, forgetting she couldn't see him, and set down the helmet to move forward. It took a bit, but the headwound was in a fairly awkward place. Luckily, he couldn't see skull bone, and he tried not to let the smell of blood get to him as he froze the wound. Human blood always smelled so different from his own.
"I'm. I'm done freezing the headwound, Miss Lady."
"Oracle. Now for the next part I need you to make a neck brace out of what you can that's around you. You said super strength, can you bend steel rebar?"
"Yes, easily."
"Use that, just stay with us so that we can remove it once we get him treated."
Arts and crafts, huh? He could do that, no problem!
Thirty minutes later and Red Robin was as stable as he was going to get under a collapsed building, and Danny managed to maneuver him onto a door he had found to act as a backboard.
"Okay, I'm gonna turn us intangible and go above now, we ready up there?"
"Yes, the team is ready to get him out of costume and into civvies. After that, you're taking him to the nearest hospital."
"Got it."
Danny carefully floated himself and Red Robin up and clear of debris, and even more carefully held himself and Red Robin still as Robin and Spoiler hurried to cut Red Robin out of his hero get-up and haphazardly throw on some jeans and a random torn off shirt sleeve.
"Now go," Spoiler whispered, pointing in the direction of the nearest hospital.
And Danny went.
part twoooooo
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illusory-torrent · 8 months
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lumity has a brief cameo in the new danny phantom graphic novel and we love that for them!!
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aziraphale-is-a-cat · 11 months
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Just a Kept-Their-Powers Everlasting Trio AU where the Justice League meets a Team Phantom member other than Danny, ie Sam, Tucker or Valerie, and assume, because Danny doesn't go out of his way to transform and fight others, that he's just their guy in the chair.
Danny never had any love for heroing the same way his friends did, and when they eventually had the manpower to hold down the fort without him, they all agreed that it would be better for him to lay up the mantle and pursue a career like he always wanted.
So by the time they all meet the Justice League and team up, Danny is just their aerospace engineer friend for works behind the comms, and Team Phantom is a quirky little name.
And maybe some day they need his help and he intervenes, or maybe they ask why so many overpowered heroes trust him, or why their name is team Phantom, and he explains.
Danny explains that even if he lost his childhood to responsibility and that even if he was the most physically powerful of the group, that didn't mean he was mentally or emotionally strong enough to handle the stress. That it was a relief to finally hang up the metaphorical cape, pursue his childhood dream career, and mourn his own death.
And maybe this resonates with Bruce, who'd always put on the cowl out of a pressing need to take responsibility. Bruce who now had a whole family behind him to pick up the slack he left behind and let him retire in peace, to live out the rest of his life long and fulfilled. Surrounded by family he would no longer feel the urge to push away from an ideological standpoint, instead embrace and care for.
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krossan · 1 year
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if the series were back in animation production. -𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴-
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therandomartmaker · 5 months
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[Image ID: An artwork featuring Sam Manson standing with her back facing the camera in a field of red flowers. She is wearing a purple short-sleeved shirt tucked into a black half-corset, over a mesh/fishnet shirt. She has a torn purple skirt with a green inside, wearing dark pants under it and boots. She has one arm to the side, it can’t be told whether the hand is covered in her own blood, or the blood of others. Her skirt is stained, too. Above her head is written “Thou wilt find that blood is spirit - Friedrich Nietzsche” /End ID]
Day 27: “Blood blossoms weren't named for their blood red color. They were named for the liquid they fed on.”
pov: i went brushset hunting for a good flower brush because damn if i was spending more than an hour on this. On a side note, though, i hc this is an au of the dan phantom timeline where sam lived and chose to grow blood blossoms to, eventually, kill dan. apologies if this is early it’s like. 8pm aest 27th oct so it’s on time for me lmaoooo
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hellofriendhawke · 9 months
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I agree a darker danny phantom would be really cool, but what i think would be even cooler would be a danny phantom where they make Danny's deepest desire to be normal consistent thruout the whole show. paired with Sam's desperation to be unique as his sort-of foil. only, by the end of the show they realize normalcy and weirdness are relative and unimportant, and what really matters is genuineness
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snowy-foxspirit · 9 months
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Ghost powers activated 
I finally did a full drawing of my au :D!! It took a while to get everything to where I like it but I hope you guys enjoy! 
I hope to post some more about this au in the future! 
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birdskullz · 5 months
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some sammmms
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salmonight · 4 months
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Dragon!Sam for a Half-Dragon!Tim deaging AU on the Batpham server
Oh the Mansons are also dragons so there's that.
Baby Tim (and teenage Tim as well) are afraid of knights in shining armor. They slay dragons like him after all.
The batfam has nooooo idea (other than Cass) about Tim's species.
Zatanna also went to Amity to ask for help with 5y old Timmy 'how to raise baby dragons' and ended up in a punchout with a bunch of ghosts. She is soooo done with this town.
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wonderlandsakura · 2 months
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DP × ST Crossover Idea:
A crew (preferably one with a Jim Kirk) transports a delegation of humanoids new to the Federation. They have some interesting cultural beliefs relating to travelling in Space.
They pay homage to the Phantoms:
The Original, first of his name, God of Space, Balance, and the absence of No Win scenarios.
The Daughter, God of Travel and Freedom.
The Son, God of Fate and Change.
The Sister, God of Mental Fortitude and the ability to Do what Has to be Done.
The Wife, God of the Green and Sustainability.
The Husband, God of Electronics and Mirages.
And, optionally:
The Carrier, God of Family and Redemption
The Mentor, God of Time and Timelines
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mhumiston965 · 4 months
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I know this was only a thing for Female Teenagers in the 2000s & Early 2010s, but it’s disappointing that we don’t get anymore TV Animated Shows that have Female Characters with these kind of outfits. I really want to see more fictional female characters like this.
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nerdpoe · 1 year
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Of Kindness and Empathy Part 7
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, AO3
The angry English guy hadn’t stopped ranting at Danny for, like, an hour.
And he was still going strong .
The man had never once stopped scolding him for allowing some sort of royalty or something to wander around the Mortal Plane unsupervised.
Which Danny hadn’t known was his job at all, thanks, what a way to find that out.
All the while, with the prickly English accented voice droning on and on and on , the man kept feeding Ectoplasm into Danny, healing him and stabilizing him.
“ Ancients I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Danny finally exploded, slapping his hands over his ears.
Hands larger than his pried his hands away from his ears, and Danny’s field of vision was filled with an angry face attached to blond hair and ice blue eyes.
“What,” the man hissed, squeezing Danny’s hands, “The absolute bloody fuck did you just say?”
“I don’t know the royal prince or whoever I was supposed to protect, okay? No one told me!”
Danny’s hands were dropped and the English man stalked away, yanking out a cigarette and lighting it.
Danny didn’t dare make any noise, and was honestly grateful for the silence.
And incredibly impressed by how quickly that man was sucking down that cig.
He didn’t know where he was, but he could only assume that Batman had come through and saved him somehow.
“ You , you wanker. You’re the Ghost King, not the prince.”
Danny blinked.
“No,” he automatically denied, waving the notion off, “I can’t…I mean, I’m not. I’m. Pfffft. I’m clearly not King material here, and I think I would know-”
“Yeah, well, clearly you did not.” The man sighed, grinding the cigarette stub on the wall.
“No, see the Ghost King is Pariah Dark, and he’s asleep-”
“And who made him sleep, I wonder. Was it single combat? Did he formally accept the challenge? Were there knights and other ancients to observe his defeat? Because that sounds a lot like the Traditional Method of Trial by Combat, which is the legitimate method to inherit that title in the Infinite Realms.”
Danny could feel the color draining from his face with every qualification.
Oh no.
Oh no .
Then the man held up a mirror, slightly angled, and uh. Yeah. Yeah that was definitely a crown, floating three inches above his head.
“ Oh no ,” Danny hissed, grabbing the mirror and moving around his head to get a better look.
“Oh, yes . Congratulations, it’s an entire bloody realm . Now we need to find out how you’re going to stop your subjects from avenging you-”
“No,” Danny whispered, putting down the mirror and staring into a set of confused eyes, “You don’t understand. I think I lied to Batman.”
The other man sucked in air through his teeth.
“Oh shite , mate.”
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Paulina knew how to get answers.
Paulina knew how to make people realize the very important fact that she deserved answers.
Which was why, with Samantha Manson and Red Huntress at her back, she was staring down Fright Knight, perfectly manicured nails tapping lightly on her arm.
“Repeat that,” she ordered, back ramrod straight, “But without the disrespect.”
She heard Red Huntress unholster one of her guns, felt Manson’s glare as it burned hot over her shoulder.
Fright Knight let out a deep, echoing snarl in return, his hand grasping the pommel of his sword.
Paulina knew what that sword could do.
Paulina was past caring.
“No, you do not get to take that tone with me,” she snarled right back, stalking towards him at a brisk pace, high heels clicking in the eerily silent street, “My family did not go through hell to get where they are today for me to just allow that level of Disrespect. Do it again, and I release my girls.”
Said girls were right behind her, allowing her to lead.
Normally they weren’t her scene, but she’d needed backup and they had weapons training. So as long as she was doing this, they were Hers .
Dash and Kwan were leading the resistance against the GIW doing something stupid .
Foley was working with the other nerds to get a signal out of the Ghost Zone. So he said.
So she had decided to get answers directly from the source.
She had a theory.
He’d stood around looking scary, but he hadn’t really done anything.
“Why are we here, and where is Phantom?”
“You insolent mortal, you dare to challenge Me?” Fright Knight’s voice was gravelly and melodic, and tugged at her spine just as surely as it deafened her ears.
A deep, primal fear began to crawl its way up her throat.
She shoved it down.
She was done.
She was done with the stupid afterlife border patrol ruining her town, she was done with the ghosts who greeted each other with fists, she was done hiding in a shelter wondering if she was going to join the ghosts that plagued the town, and she was done being afraid .
“Kneecaps,” Paulina kept her voice brisk and to the point, and two shots rang out at the same time.
Fright Knight blocked them, of course he did, but he did not block the shots from behind.
The ghosts she’d convinced to help, Kitty and Ember or whatever, flickered out of invisibility. They looked nervous, but that was fine.
Paulina was the face of the operation, not them. They could be as scared as they wanted to, just so long as they did their jobs.
She strode up to Fright Knight, on his knees and attempting to turn to presumably attack Her people, and snapped her fingers in his face with one hand while another slapped a specter collar around his neck.
If he wanted to behave like a rabid dog, he got to get treated like one.
“You aren’t attacking us, why?”
Fright Knight glared at her, but at least he was looking at her now, instead of down on her.
He said nothing.
“So you can learn,” Paulina crooned, reaching into her purse and pulling out some lipstick, “What a good boy you are.”
He growled.
Paulina, wholly unimpressed, flipped the safety off the lipstick and released a small, accurate laser beam.
One that could, had, and would hurt ghosts.
The Fentons wouldn’t mind some missing tech.
The growling stopped.
“So earlier I thought you said this was Phantom’s haunt,” she started, staring directly into the ghost’s eyes, “What, exactly, does that have to do with dragging the whole town into this place?”
She moved the lipstick so that it was resting light next to his helmeted head, the laser creating a small pillar of smoke as it began to cut through the armor.
Fright Knight held very, very still.
“I’m not a hero like Phantom, though, so you should hurry up and explain.”
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Kon stared at the weird little girl  that was arguing with his little brother/nephew/son sort of probably.
She was floating a full three feet above her chair, face stuffed with pie, and trying to prove to Jon that chocolate cake was disgusting and strawberry was the best kind.
Kon looked away from her and towards Clark.
Kon raised an eyebrow and jerked his head slightly towards her.
Clark immediately looked away and started insisting he help Ma Kent.
Kon snorted and took out his phone instead.
Kon:
Tim ur dad’s adoption virus
is contagious
Tim:
What
Kon:
Clark just brought home
some super girl without
a pulse
Kon:
I think he’s gonna keep 
her
Tim:
Wait Kon if ur dad brought
home a corpse that’s
a whole different problem
Tim:
Do we need to get BC?
Kon:
Nah, she’s alive just a 
little bit dead
Kon:
Schrodingers kid or
whatever
Tim:
Schrodinger’s*
Kon didn’t even deign that with a response, opting to instead shove the phone back in his pocket.
Jon was now floating at the girl’s same level, animatedly defending the qualities of a good chocolate cake.
Clark was still deliberately ignoring the knowing looks Kon and Kon’s grandparents (parents? His family tree was so fucked up) kept sending him.
“Hey kid,” Kon drawled, looking out the window at the Kansas sky.
Thunder Clouds were gathering, and a green tint fogged over the rain he could see in the distance. It wasn’t near any towns, it was heading away from the farm, and it looked like a smaller one, but hey. Family bonding.
The girl had her full attention on him, one hand halfway to her mouth with another delivery of pie for her belly.
“You ever go flying in a tornado before?”
She grinned maniacally.
“Do you wanna?”
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Bruce slammed open the door to the operating room that Daniel and Constantine still hadn’t left , the need to ensure the teen was okay overriding common sense, and paused.
There was a floating person who had an eyeball for a head in the center of the room, gesturing animatedly as Daniel argued with it.
His eyes slid over to Constantine, who had his pack of cigarettes upside down and looked absolutely desolate that it was empty.
“Look, if it’s decided by combat then Dash should be King!”
“My Liege, if that person is a Living Being then they are not eligible-”
“He’ll die someday! Probably!”
“And if he defeats you upon his death then yes, he will be King-”
“But he’s ecto-contaminated!”
The eyeball stopped speaking, it’s… head tilting slightly to the side.
“...How contaminated?”
Constantine threw his cigarette pack at the Eyeball Being and rounded on Daniel, ignoring the Eyeball’s outraged spluttering.
“No, you bloody are not going to make your bleeding wanker of a school bully the High King of the Infinite Realms !”
“But I don’t want to be King!”
“My Liege, I understand your concerns-”
“No you don’t! No you don’t ! I lied to Batman, do you have any idea how much trouble I’m going to be in?!”
“He may not,” Bruce rumbled, Batman finally coming to the front, and all participants in the room froze , “But I may have a pretty good idea.”
Constantine held up his hands and backed away slowly.
Daniel appeared to attempt to shrink on himself.
The Eyeball, however, turned to face him completely, haughtiness etched in their posture.
Good.
Batman felt like taking his frustration out of something.
Better this strange Being than the scared kid behind them.
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Tucker was having a Time.
It was not a good Time, it was not a bad Time.
It was somewhere firmly between those two differentiations.
On one side, he was in the Infinite Realms and every computer he’d managed to commandeer from the computer lab was downloading everybit of data he could grab from other dimensions.
Sustained Space travel? Check. Artificial Gravity? Check. Technology not yet invented in their own dimension? Double Check. Multiple Patents for said designs running in tandem with downloading said tech blueprints and instructions?
Hell. Yes.
Tucker was not going to walk out of this weird doomsday thing without being richer than Sam.
He’d offer to share the wealth with Danny, but he was pretty sure with his other Best Friend being King of the Infinite Realms, Danny was probably way richer than Sam already.
He wasn’t sure Danny knew that yet, but like, he could just tell him later.
As it stood, he and the other techies that were feverishly working the computers (with others set to their side projects, he wasn’t the only one with the idea of patenting stuff) had finally, finally broken into the security feed for the GIW headquarters.
The uh…single camera that was left.
His Techies behind him fell silent as they took in the black and blue GIW agents strewn throughout the room, their tech obliterated and scorch marks on the walls.
Tucker wordlessly moved to take screenshots before rewinding the footage to watch The Superman beat the tar out of said agents.
An uncontrolled laugh started up somewhere behind him.
It spread.
Tucker couldn’t even stop himself from joining in.
The video got recorded and Tucker’s worries about his friend were eased.
If Superman had gotten involved, Danny would be fine.
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throuple-tournament · 11 months
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Description provided by @pixopolis.
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justaphantomhuman · 8 months
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SAM MANSON!!
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With a bunch of scrapped clothing designs
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