#the acension

[invisobang]

The Acension

by @browa123

It’s been ten years since Danny first became Phantom. Though a renowned hero across two worlds, he leaves when called to fight for the Infinite Realms. Pariah Dark has returned, and Danny is the last hope of defeating the evil king before a terrible war ravages the Infinite Realms and puts all that exists in danger. Danny and his army emerge victorious, but in the fallout after the war Danny is left to be crowned the Ghost King. This necessary evil turns his life on its head as truths are revealed, a new world beyond anything seen before begins to expand and the crown weighs heavy on the head. There’s a lot more to being the Ghost King than what the title suggests, as Danny gets roped into a new conflict with cosmic horrors beyond the comprehension of most things. Both worlds hang in the balance and their fate depends on how Danny handles the new burden of responsibility given to him. Will Danny be able to control these new powers that come with being king? Or, will his own Pride blind him to that which really matters?

[chronoton]

ORDEERRRRRR UPPPPP

[thevikingfish-nimhrodell]

The Lovely Nebula!

(A statuesque black woman wearing an off the shoulder dress with a deep vee at the front of the bodice, patterned with nebulae. Her hair is a floating cloud of purple and pink-red. Her torso and one arm are incomplete, revealing a glowing yellow orb inside.)

When Browa posted the chapter that described Nebula, I almost immediately knew 2 things. 1)I wanted to draw her and 2) I knew exactly what i wanted to do for her design. The description was so evocative that Nebula’s design came together the easiest of these pictures. One of my favorites to draw for this whole project  <3

My art appears in chapter 4 here.

Masterpost: link

[g0blinm0d3]

Unwilling Ascension of Percy Jackson Headcanons

Part 1 | Based on the TikTok series by Abby (@thesleepydm)

Sally invites Amphirite and Chef over to teach them her chocolate chip cookie recipe so that Pecy can always have them

Every year while Percy and Annabeth are sequestered, Sally burns them offerings on their birthdays.

Amphirite purchases the cabin in Montauk and gifts it Sally so that she can be as close to Percy as possible.

10 years after Percys been sequestered Sally spends 2 months at Montauk writing a novella dedicated to Percy and Annabeth.

Sally is in her 60s when Percy goes to see her for the first time and the reality of just how long he had been hidden away for slaps him in the face for the first time and he just breaks into tears.

Percy and Annabeth try to make sure at least tone of them sees Sally's every few months. It really irritates Zeus.

Sally passes away in her sleep in her early 90s. Percy was at her bedside.

Sally wills the cabin to Camp Half-Blood Delphi Strawberry Service. The cabin serves as a safe house for satyrs and questing demigods and is revered as the Temple of Percy Jackson.

Zeus: I present Perseus, god of-

Percy: Percy.

Zeus: 🤨 What?

Percy: My name is Percy, I don't go by Perseus.

Zeus: 😤 Fine. Percy, g-

Percy: Jackson.

Zeus: 😠 Gods don't have last names.

Percy: This god does.

Zeus: 😤 Percy Jackson, god of [redacted] and Annabeth, goddess-

Annabeth: Chase.

[jenofthefar]

Commission for an OC named Maeza Nayloza, a High Elf Astronomer and Monster Hunter!

Commissions are currently open! Check out my price list on my page if you fancy some art for your OC's 😁

[chocomaomao]

As my obligation, we must draw our dear Aesc, her first acension is so cute 🥹 so dear 🥹 aaaaaaaaaaAAAA Morgan 🥹

[spiderin-space]

How time flies…

[1970smomma]

The reason things are by default harder for chronically ill folks is because the energy abled bodied people use to actually do things, we have to use just to exist. Meaning it takes at minimum twice as much effort to lead a normal life. And yet I’m seen as lazy. You wouldn’t last an hour in my body. I’m in it for life.

[shootingsun]

I have heard many potential names for A in my time scrolling through tumblr

However, I found a verb that I like and might end up using:

Ancillary

Meaning 'in addition to something else, but not as important'

[bearvanhelsing]

Tyrel isn’t saying happy Father’s Day to anyone but I got the Ascension ending recently and can’t help but enjoy his “ACCEPT ME, MOTHER” dynamic with Areelu

[starryfeather]

It's so good tho

Attempt at a Slugterra self-insert that I actually really like and hope I will get back to some day (I know I won't)

[luvuomi]

an excerpt from my unnamed & heavily unfinished lyney fic:

Thin, frail hands reached out to grab hold of the brass knob that was cold to the touch, slowly twisting and pushing open the grand doors. Their deafening sound disrupts the unperturbed silence of the other room. At first, Lyney is hesitant to continue further in. The lack of human presence indirectly urged him to turn back and find Lynette.

However, as his curious eyes wander across the hall that appears to stretch on for what seemed like several miles, he unknowingly finds himself walking forward. The plush carpet below softening his footsteps as he gazes in awe at the room’s emanate opulence: pedestals where pristine ceramic vases sat upon holding flowers, modest paintings of pleasant fields or mountains of solitude, and the array of tall windows that filter in ample sunlight through draping curtains.

Though he walks a good distance away from such novel furnishings, he continues to remain careful for the unknown fear that he may accidentally knock something over. Forget damaging—he may as well leave a stain on this place with his own breath.

Wavering footsteps eventually recede to a halt as his eyes catch sight of a particular painting.

Gilded in gold, it depicts a woman elegantly sitting upon a throne. Her black gloved hands rest leisurely upon her lap, contrasting her straight and refined posture. Rose gold hair styled in a loose braid that falls seamlessly down her shoulder, complimenting her poised sea-green eyes. Though she displayed a cordial smile akin to that of a loving mother, something about her gaze unsettled Lyney. Like it held a glint of rancor that most would not perceive.

Stationed beside this painting, was another more distinguishable portrait. It portrayed yet another woman of equal eminence, if not more. But even at a mere glance, it was obvious she held more eccentricities about her. She sat upon the throne as though it were any other seat: one leg crossed over the other and cheek languidly resting upon her hand, further emphasizing her impartial demeanor. Layered black and white hair that extends almost down to her shoulders on one side and—her eyes.

They are not ones Lyney has ever seen before. Black as a moonless night with striking red pupils shaped like “X’s.” Compared to the previous woman, this one evidently held a more daunting presence, even within the confines of a painting. Yet despite such looming authority, something about her held more sincerity. For what exactly, Lyney has no clue.

All he knows is that should he ever come face to face with such a woman, he would undoubtedly take her words as they are, without question.

Gradually peeling his eyes away from the paintings, Lyney’s gaze then landed upon another item of interest, one that stood at the center of the room and that he’s surprisingly failed to notice until now—a grand piano.

Approaching the instrument, Lyney’s eyes examine its spotless condition. Free of any marks or scratches as his fingers gently grazed along the black and white keys before taking a seat. He plays one note, and then another, the soft sound managing to echo throughout the entire hall. He definitely shouldn’t be touching this, his mind tells him. Though his actions speak otherwise. Slowly positioning his hands on the keys, Lyney begins to play.

It’s a melancholic tune that plays, but one so cathartic it brings the world to a standstill. He was never one to find great enjoyment in playing such an instrument. Lynette had often told him to put such talents to greater use, perhaps performing in the grandest of stages like the Opera Epiclese, but Lyney never indulged those possibilities.

Such an opportunity should only be granted to those who have a true passion for playing a beautiful instrument like the piano. Not someone like him who only used it as a means to get by.

“What are you doing?” A stringent voice cuts through the somber melody, immediately making Lyney’s hands flinch away from the keys and head dart at the person standing a few feet away. Their expression mirrored their tone of voice: cold and apathetic. Had they been here this entire time?

Upon receiving no response, their eyes narrow at him. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Lyney!” He blurts out immediately, shooting up from his seat that almost knocks over the stool behind him. He winces a bit at the commotion he’s now caused. “I mean–my name. My name is Lyney…”

“...Lyney?” The person repeats, voice dripping with doubt and ready to suspect him of hiding his true identity. But then there’s a pause and Lyney watches as their face morphs from a look of ponder to a scowl before they speak again. “Oh. So you’re the one “Father” talked about bringing in.”

[thevikingfish-nimhrodell]

Nebula and Supernova, Danny Phantom Style!

As a wind down for me, and as a fun exercise in creativity I drew the lovely Nebula and Nova as Danny Phantom characters! This style is so strange to draw in for me. Its such a departure from my usual style. But it was honestly a fun and goofy little addition!

My ao3 chapter link: here

Masterpost: link

[brynnmclean]

Please don't mind me, I'm just obsessed with this dialogue exchange between these two. 😭

[kaoharu]

50 pulls and a dream for valentines ayn this wednesday. i need him so bad does anyone even care

[chocomaomao]

I would like to say thank you Oberon for bunny Castoria 🥹 crying 🥹 darling 🥹 baby

Bro this summer is already GOING MAN WHAT ELSE ARE THEY COOKING I DONT HAVE ANY MORE QUARTZ AAAAA