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.

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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[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]

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

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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.