#anou

[angry-art]

i love the idea of space core danny so here's my addition to the art :D

[kigozula]

"Does that mean people who already have mounts can't use them, then?" and now it was Aonu who spoke, forcefully and without any shortage of spite in his words. Azula scowled, knowing immediately his intervention was poised to offend her: Xin Long was still nearby, watching the gathering crowd of gladiators and sponsors with curiosity. "Why… of course not, they can't" said the chairman, smiling awkwardly, his eyes flickering towards Azula quickly, almost imperceptibly. "As if I was going to have Xin Long helping me in the first place…" Azula huffed, rolling her eyes.

Either way, if anyone tries to do anything stupid to hurt you, I'll chop off their limbs before they can even try"

Impulsively, Sokka's hand shot out to clasp Azula's own: she glanced at him, finding that determined frown that he only bore on his face in dangerous situations.

Gladiator Chapter 202: Gladiator & Sponsor Race 2

Moments I liked from the recent chapter.

I know Anou was not so friendly towards Azula, but I still liked his scenes. Especially the impliction in his question to the chariman=D. I missed him and Rhenzi, can't wait to see more of them.

Really looking forward for what's going to happen. 'Cause we saw a glimpse of SokkaBeingProtectiveOfAzula (one of my three favorite Sokka traits).

[psycho-mocha]

flying floof made of (f)water

[norisunorin]

三重県　津市　安濃川　Mie Tsu Anou

[mikey-21-2026]

Funny I did draw Splinter with his sons but why not.

Ask 1 Happy Family AU

Papa Lou take care babies for a month and having great Father’s Day with sons. Daddy Draxum also get letter during work.

Ask 2 Just friend

Boss Bruce did ask him to join mob but rejected.

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Commission open!

[deathtokillian]

Works sucked today, send me me asks about your pets.

[angry-art]

More Danny Phantom art!!

[Image ID: Danny Phantom, being summoned by three cultists. Danny Phantom is purple and black, with a starry cape. He is inside a glowing summoning circle, and he is looking down upon the cultists. They are much smaller than him. /.End ID]

If you like this piece of art, please consider liking or reblogging and checking out more of my art :D.

Okay! So. Under the cut, there'll be more information about this picture/how I envision Danny in general

So! About Danny. In my AU, Danny has a space core, specifically, a core made up of a small universe with a mobius strip encircling it. His core used to be a galaxy in miniature, but when he grew into his full power, his core changed to reflect that.

He has three forms: Ancient of Space, Danny Phantom, and Danny Fenton. This picture, he's full Ancient of Space, while in my previous art, he was blended between Phantom and AoS. Danny doesn't have to stay solely within one form anymore, he can merge the three and take on aspects of a form when not in it. (Think of the forms as primary colours, and his mixing them as the creation of secondaries.)

I put a lot of thought into the summoning circle as well, but I think I'll leave that for a different post.

[angry-art]

Hey so since I'm never posting this to ao3, y'all can see a snippet of an abandoned, not-canon fic

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He misses humanity. Or, more accurately, he misses the little of them he remembers. The species he once was, so fragile and short-lived. The species that tried so hard, yelled out into the cosmos, making their mark upon Him. The species which razed Earth and salted its/Her/Their corpse and survived for centuries after. He misses the blurs of red he remembers he called his… sister? Mother? He misses his made-twin, his… clone. The one who was supposed to be him. 

He’s happy he remembers to miss them, even if he remembers who they are only in abstract, in flashes of colours and sounds and emotions. He’s much more Space than not, now. Every breath he takes, every time his awareness flickers for a moment, he forgets to grieve them just that much more. Eventually, he’ll forget the colour/sound/emotion that make up those he lost, and he won’t care enough to grieve.

Is this how Time felt? No, for Time is not constrained to one time, is not constrained to one timeline. Time is only ever able to be in one place at a time, unable to greet the space between spaces whilst tending to the stars. At that moment, he envies Time, for what good are the stars when he mourns those he can’t even remember? What good is star-song when he knows humans used to create imperfect perfections called music? What good is witnessing history being made when he is not present enough to care about anything other than the pulsing beat of the universe, of the star-song in distant galaxies? What does one civilization matter when there are tens more across a galaxy alone? If not for it having been his birthplace, his home, it would have risen and fallen without him learning so much as a name for it. 

But it was his birthplace. It was his home. It was where he lived and died and lived again. Where he brought immortality upon himself, where he was destined to. After eons he’s learned that freewill is a lie, and he deluded himself in his youth that he defied death, that he didn’t fight because he needed to act as a protector, as a guardian, but that he needed to right a wrong. No, freewill never existed and every action was predestined. Perhaps this was not the only possible result that could have occurred, but in this timeline, this universe which he resides in and is him, it is.

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