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These look absolutely amazing! Great work!

Art I drew for the show's 20th anniversary last year. The original plan was to draw 53 characters, but due to poor mental health at the time, I had shorten it to 33 (plus my oc). Maybe for another milestone.

And I drew this earlier this year for the show's 21st anniversary. I tried to make the background something like the original show promos. I didn't draw anything in the background and just used screenshots from the show. As for why I didn't redraw every single screenshot, might I aggressively point to the first picture. XD lol

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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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What? This isn't what happened in "The Ultimate Enemy"?

(this is old. and possibly due to be redone.)

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That's unfortunately one of the cons of working in a visual medium like this. But whatever you do, remember that you're doing great!

Hmm… gonna let it sit for a day or so, but I might retcon the dipper/norman moment from the last two parts

Feels cheesy…

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Ssshh. They're gossiping.

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Bunnyfrost core textposts (to me at least)

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Mama mia... this is giving real cosmic horror vibes to me (which is actually kinda fitting for an embodiment of time, like Clockwork).

I would really like to see Danny actually use this new form of his and come to deal with some of the consequences

Body horror oneshot time!

Check reblogs for the second part of this poll.

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AAAAAAAAA THERE'S PLOT NOW!?!?!?!????

Is plot finally being introduced?!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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reminders that my commissions are open

goodnight everypony

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Monochrome Maniacal part 3

This is the second entry of the first of my two experimental audience participation fics. Participation instructions are below the fic segment. The masterlist can be found here.

The winning prompt for the previous poll was: Danny getting sick because the ectoplasm was part of what was keeping him alive. (AO3: bluebird8683) (Note: it may take some time for this to fully come to fruition, but there are hints of it in this chapter.)

Tags for this section: Pitch Pearl (Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom), discussion of canon events and attitudes towards ghosts, discussion of a child basically running away from home.

Masterpost.

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They stared at each other for a little while after that declaration.  Then, Danny forced a laugh.  It hurt his chest, and he stopped quickly.  

“I guess we agree on that, at least,” he said.  

“Hm,” said Phantom.  He flew over to the bed and laid down next to Danny. “I think we agree on more than that.”

Danny looked over at him.  “Do we?  You were kind of picking a fight, before.”

“And you weren’t?  It’s whatever,” said Phantom, not waiting for an answer.  He turned his head towards Danny, and his bangs brushed against Danny’s forehead like cold mist.  “We can hate ourselves and still agree with ourselves.  It’s part of being us.  Me.  You.  However you want to cut it.”

“Yeah?” whispered Danny.  “You think we hate ourselves? That I hate myself?”

“I think you hate me.  It’s kind of the same thing.”

“I don’t.  I already said I don’t.”

“But you’re tired of being me.”

Danny licked his lips.  “I like flying,” he said.  “I like the power, and- and feeling the way you do.  The way I do when I’m you.  When we’ve done something right.”

“I like feeling like we’ve done something right, too,” said Phantom.  “When we’ve saved someone, or– Or when we get a good grade.”

Danny sighed.  Saving people was good, but he felt like the later moments were growing further and further apart.  

“It’d be nice to hear people say thank you, though,” said Phantom.  

“Well,” said Danny.  “Thank you.”

Phantom rolled his eyes, but green dots colored his cheeks.  “Someone that isn’t me.”

“I’m not you right now,” said Danny.  He wasn’t sure how true it was, or if it would help anything.  

Phantom’s face twisted, then he pushed sideways on the bed so that his forehead touched Danny’s.  They stared at each other for a while, blue eyes meeting green, reflecting each other over and over again, like facing mirrors.  

“Aren’t you?” asked Phantom, so quiet that Danny hardly heard him.  

Danny’s heart was beating fast, straining, practically vibrating against his ribcage.  He swallowed, suddenly somehow afraid.  The moment felt fragile, breakable.  

“Maybe we should come back together,” said Danny, reaching for Phantom’s hand.  “Merge like we did before.”

Phantom snatched his hand back.  “What if we don’t?” he asked.  “What if we stay like this?”

“What?  No, why would we do that?  That would–  We talked about this.  You said you’d be stuck living in the Ghost Zone and everyone would hate you.”

“You said that first part, actually.  Think about it.  It would solve all of our problems.”

“And make new ones!”

“Yeah,” said Phantom, eyes bright in a way that had nothing to do with their literal physical glow, “the same problems we’d have if your parents found out what we are.”

“Our parents.”

“If they came in here right now, they’d only consider one of us their son,” said Phantom.  “You could stay in school.  You could make them proud.”

“But what about you?”

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I like to think that whenever Maria was bedridden for whatever reason, shadow would go collect gossip from around the ARK and bring it to her

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Mischievous

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"Dear earthlings, prepare to be my slave!" Announced the alien. "You will have to work 3 entire days from Monday to Wednesday, you will only get A5 wagyu steak for meals, and if that isn't cruel enough you'll have to work 2 entire torturing hours of picking strawberries every single work day!"

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I need this in my life. I need this dragon.

I would feel safe and protected in his big strong arms.

(unknown artist, idk who to credit)

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I need this in my life. I need this dragon.

I would feel safe and protected in his big strong arms.

(unknown artist, idk who to credit)

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Omg, this so subtle and so sweet! I love it! I love it I love it!

My pitch for what comes next: did you know about the shortcut to the Nasty Burger? (Aka, non euclidean space warping)

Polychrome Pronoia

This is the first entry of the first of my two experimental audience participation fics. Participation instructions are below the fic segment.

Warning tags: none so far!

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The creation of a ghostly lair has certain requirements.  

Firstly, a ghost must linger there, making it their exclusive home.

Secondly, the ghost must stake their claim to the area, defending it against other ghosts or otherwise marking it.

Thirdly, the area must be sufficiently saturated in ectoplasm.  Indeed, the ratio of saturation must be several times higher than that of so-called haunts, which are as close as ghosts can get to a lair in the real world. 

Usually.

It should be said that there was nothing usual about the city of Amity Park, or the ghost that lived there.

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Danny liked to stargaze from the top of the Ops Center.  

When he was younger, it hadn’t been a very good spot to see anything except the moon.  Light pollution bad enough to defeat the moon would have been bad for other reasons.  Like imminent blindness.  Even so, the neon Fentonworks sign and the lights from the city made seeing anything except the moon, the brightest stars, and sometimes the planets impossible.  

But once he’d died, that changed.  

The stars didn’t get brighter, and the light pollution didn’t get less bad, but ghosts, as it turned out, had better low-light vision than humans, and saw colors just slightly differently.   It still wasn’t as good as some of the pictures from dark-sky areas Danny had seen, but he could make out constellations, and, with his telescope, even some Messier objects.  And his vision seemed to get better over time, growing with his power levels.

Sam and Tucker came with him, sometimes.  He knew that they probably couldn’t see anything, past the glare of the Fentonworks sign and the lights on in the house, but it was very nice of them to humor him, to do this when he wanted to hang out but didn’t want to go out.  It filled him with a sense of bubbly companionship.  

“What are you talking about?” asked Tucker, laying next to Danny on the blanket.  “I can see stuff just fine.”

“I mean, other than, like, Vega,” said Danny, pointing.  “Vega’s pretty bright.”

“No,” said Sam, slowly.  She was on the other side of Danny.  “I don’t know about Tucker, but I can see constellations and stuff.  The ones you pointed out to us before.  Cassiopeia, the Big Dipper, and all that.”

“The Big Dipper is technically an asterism,” corrected Danny automatically.  “Not a constellation.  But you…  I thought the light pollution would be too bad for you to see anything.”

Sam shrugged, her shoulders pulling slightly at the blanket.  “The light pollution has gotten better since we started doing this, but I just figured that the city put in those anti-light pollution shades on the street lights or something.”  She made a face.  “I haven’t been keeping up with that kind of thing as well as I’d like.”

“They haven’t,” said Danny.  “I used to send letters before Vlad took over.  After that, there didn’t seem to be a point.”

“Yeah, he sucks at his job,” agreed Sam.  “Did you know, some people went through and tallied up all his appearances at his businesses and stuff, and he only barely meets the residency requirement for being mayor?  He’s probably here even less than they think because of the ghost stuff.  Running around cloning people has to take up a lot of time.”

“Well, I mean,” said Danny, distracted, “he might be here more than they think, too, since he can just… fly home.”

“I don’t know,” said Tucker.  “Does that sound like something he’d do when he’s got a comfy private jet?”

“Probably not.”

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