#azthedragon

[aldrendaux]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time, The Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors, The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Hero of Time, hero of the wild - Freeform, Hero of Sky - Freeform, Hero of Hyrule - Freeform, Hero of Legend - Freeform, Hero of Wind - Freeform, hero of twilight - Freeform, Hero of Four Swords - Freeform, Hero of Warriors - Freeform, LinkedUniverse, Linked Universe Summary:

They have been trying to figure out how to map the chaos that was their new land since coming together. It was not an easy task, and it was tiring.

A slip of the tongue was inevitable.

It's a good thing that they are a close knit group despite their differences.

[ladylynse]

WIP TAG GAME

I was tagged by @nikki-pondtheauthor -- thanks! 

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

She’d been right about too much for him to be particularly comfortable betting against her.

I was lucky enough to be tagged in this by someone else, too, and I am most definitely going to take advantage of doing this more than once, so for now I’m just going to tag @pftones3482, @azthedragon, @queenofhearts7378, @bookeatingworm, and whoever else would like to join the fun.

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Catalyst

Catalyst by AzTheDragon

The wars were of the past, and while there was still villanous activity around the world, humanity enjoyed a relative peace.

Then it all started to change when a single video went viral.

Words: 2469, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog (Video Games), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Sonic the Hedgehog

Additional Tags: Super Sonic, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, But basically (Super)Sonic having all the fun while people freak out, Not Beta Read, is that DadMight that I spy?

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43818843

[frost-felon]

The fanfiction.net link to the story. It's also on deviantART, and AzTheDragon is here on Tumblr, under that same name.

oKAY LISTEN, I read this 13 year old unfinished fic called “Unwilling Partners” and I’ve never touched a single megaman game in my life and now this creature is permanently branded in my head and I’m downloading the game tonight. (Edit: FIXED A THING)

[aisla229artblog]

WIP tag game!

Tagged by @azthedragon

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

Posting this on my side-blog since it’s writing :D thank you for tagging me!

Latest line:

If even Sonic's flunkies didn't know who this mysterious benefactor was then they could only mean trouble.

Couldn’t figure out who to tag next, so I’ll leave it open to whoever wants to. (╯▽╰ )b

[monotype-on-phantom]

Not sure if you have answered this yet, but... how do you feel about the "official 10 years later design" for Danny, Sam and Tucker (there's a video on youtube, I think)? I personally love Sam and Tucker's, but I feel... really bothered with Danny's. Perhaps because it's too... superhero-ish? (the insigna on his chest has always bothered me since day 1). Am I the only one that feels this way? I always considered Danny to be a kid trying to do his best rather than a real superhero.

I actually haven’t talked about this yet!

I agree with you, for the most part. Tucker’s design seemed really easy for Butch, since he didn’t play around as much, but that’s fine because the two designs were really good. I agree with him that yeah, Tucker would likely have his own corporation, and the more advanced tech he has is really cool.

With Sam, I wasn’t too sold on the Black Widow or Laura Croft comparisons. Sam’s her own character, not just some action chick (not that either of those characters are, but it doesn’t fit her.) I did really like the second and final designs, though. I feel like the second design would work really well for casual wear. I can definitely see her going kind of hipster as she gets older, and while she’s not just an action girl, she was always the most into the ghost fighting, so the final design works, too. I also thought it was cute that she had Maddie’s goggles.

Danny...I don’t have too much of a problem with his design, if I don’t think about it too hard. Buuuuuut I also do agree with you.

I wasn’t too thrilled with the Captain America comparisons and such. Danny never was like that. I can still somewhat accept his design because that’s just his ghost form. I never considered DP a superhero show, but Danny did refer to himself as a superhero. That’s the way he saw himself. I would prefer if he was able to change that view to fit what he’d want to do more, but if it’s only in ghost form, the design alone is fine.

I’m not especially fond of the hair, though that’s more of an aesthetic thing. The suit...looks cool, and it’s not like it’s something I could never see Danny putting himself in. The weird thing is the whole “using ghosts to power his suit” thing.

What’s the purpose of that exactly? I mean, Danny’s already op af. He doesn’t really need to steal power from the ghosts he captures. That sounds kinda...messed up, if you think about it. I mean, can you imagine him using Johnny or Kitty or Poindexter like that? Seems unnecessarily cruel. What’s more, the suit needs power? For what? What’s his suit doing that he couldn’t do before? Is it for the thermos itself? The thermos didn’t need to use ghosts for power before, as far as we know. And would the thermos even be necessary anymore? He’s been doing this for awhile, and I get the feeling most ghosts would know not to mess with him by now.

All of those are mostly nitpicks, though. Design wise, I don’t think it’s that bad.

My biggest complaint is that Butch only gave him a Phantom design. That’s where I completely agree with you. He’s putting all the focus on the superhero element, which wasn’t what most of us were watching the show for. He keeps comparing it to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and it gives me the impression that in his mind, Danny has gone full time superhero.

I think we all know he didn’t want that.

I would’ve definitely felt better about the design if we’d gotten a human form of Danny, too. I would prefer to see him as more of a peacekeeper than a superhero, but if that’s how he wanted to see himself, I wouldn’t complain. He deserves a life of his own, though. He deserves to work for NASA and study space and all those things he wanted to do.

Danny Phantom shouldn’t be a superhero show. The characters don’t work for that because it’s not what they want, and it’s honestly so much less interesting if it’s just about beating up the weekly bad guy.

The logo I’ve never minded, though. I think it could’ve been incorporated into the plot better, but Sam designed that thing for fun when she was 14. I can see a kid going “you’re a superhero! You need a logo!” Again, Danny even calls himself one. Sure, the logo mostly exists to make Danny more marketable, but I’m fine with it.

But yeah, Butch clearly wants this to be his Captain America, and that just...isn’t Danny. Sorry, Butch, but if DP came back as just a Marvel clone, I’d be bored to death of it.

[xadoheandterra]

Series: still waters run deep Title: Transitive Existence Fandom: The Sandman (Netflix + Comics semi-fusion), Danny Phantom Chapters: I Enablers: @demigodorion @azthedragon @kbobrian (because you three litereally went “do it” soooooo....) Characters: Death of the Endless | Teleute, Time, Clockwork, Danny Fenton (as a baby) Pairings: Night/Time (historical) Tags: How Not To Talk To Your Children, Time is an A+ Parent (sarcasm), Death is a good Big Sister, Baby Danny is Love, The Observants Are Assholes (with the occasional exception), Fucking With Canon For Fun, Fandom Fusion Summary: A New Endless is born, a new sibling of the Seven, a new child of Night and Time. This, predictably, has consequences. Not that Danny really cares. He’s just here to live his life and maybe make friends with these people who’ve been at this whole ‘Endless’ thing longer than he has. And okay maybe the idea of older siblings that aren’t Jazz is an interesting prospect and maybe being accepted by someone who understands is on that list somewhere.

Oh, and there might be something about rescuing a cosmic entity in there but whose counting?

...

Teleute was not sure what she expected when she felt the new-birth bloom in the back of her mind, but it certainly was not this. Baffled, silent, she stared down at the blue eyed dark haired babe that stared back up at her from his crib--his human crib, with his human parents, in this oh-so-human world--although the babe himself did not stay silent. He cooed instead, reached up to grasp at the strands of her hair that drifted free and left Teleute wondering. This boy was incomplete, a half-thought, half-finished little idea unsure of its own nature, own designation, and yet somehow so utterly human and whole in the same moment. She could feel the edges of her father and mother that hovered there, the shape of form that was to come--but at the same time she couldn't parse it. She was not Destiny; Potmos had always been the better at them in reading souls, even the 'souls' that comprised of them and their siblings. Death was merely the comforting sight, the friend at their side all their lives until their ends--and the psychopomp who guided them thereafter.

Quietly, reservedly, Teleute reached out her hand to the babe and watched as pale fingers grasped at her tight. Already so strong, already beyond the human ability and yet only hours old...she sighed, heavy and quiet in the air. Softly, gently, Death whispered to the infant, "Do not call for me unless you area ready, little one, and even then...even then, hesitate." Carefully she pulled her finger back, watched as the babe stared at her as she backed away--as his eyes scrunched up with tears, as he began to bawl. She said as she faded from all human sight, "I will watch you, little brother to be," before she left in a flutter of wings.

For the longest moment Teleute settled herself into her role of Death and guided soul after soul to the Sunless Lands. For a moment she put out of mind the little new-birth that heralded a new brother and focused on her work and role and Function. She did not need to, Teleute knew this. She could honestly say fuck it just like the Prodigal and step away from her position and let the souls guide themselves. It is not like the world would devolve into senseless, unending, undying life if she had. Teleute was not fool enough to believe that without her life, and death, would not find a way. Once, a long, long time ago she had even debated it, back in that moment when she realized the dichotomy of her existence meant even without her direct interference it would not end. Now she worked and guided and walked among the living with passion and purpose in her role to provide some measure of comfort to those lost. She could choose to be where she wanted, after all, and she knew every soul as well as she knew herself.

When the last soul that needed a friendly face had found their way, Death settled herself down on a park bench to stare up at the stars in the sky. She did not tell her siblings that often she slipped away after a day of work to just relax and enjoy herself. She had human friends and human interactions aplenty; she took time to herself, breaks to recenter, to resettle before she went back to work. In those hours sometimes she would try to see if she could unearth her brother's whereabouts, where the Prodigal had gone and vanished off to in an effort to drop him the latest invite to dinner. Sometimes she thought back on the petty squabbles she and her siblings got into, other time she would think of those long early days when Time and Night were there and tried to act as parents to new-found concepts. They had never been good at it, but Death considered that they were the first parents to any newfound thing, really, and long decided that since they had no one else to set the bar or to learn from, perhaps they did alright in the end.

This, though--and her mind drifted back to her newest little brother--was the first time that Death had felt the touch of Time and Night since they left long before Delight became Delirium. Mania, after the remaking, had not met their parents. She did not know them the way her siblings did despite remembering them, and a part of Death hurt with the thought. Neither their mother nor father had deigned to appear when the youngest of them had been broken, twisted, and left to rot until the newest aspect of herself had reformed from the ashes. To be fair, neither did Death or her siblings either. None of them had known. Somehow, in some way, Delirium-that-was-no-longer-Delight had kept the truth of it not just from Death who should have felt it, should ha r been there, but also from Destiny, and that realization burned.

It burned with the same intensity of the Prodigal's absence, with now Dream's absence from the family dinners. Now this, a new baby brother and the fresh feel of parents that Teleute had not felt in an age. For a long moment she tilted her head back and stared at that starless expanse of a sky and wondered what this meant--should she seek out her older brother and beg him for portents? Would he even bother to tell her? Destiny had grown more and more distant in the years, and even this past dinner he did not even bother to speak as his siblings bickered around him. He sat there, nose in his book, eyes unseeing as he ate the meal that Teleute and Mania had created. She could feel Potmos draw away from them, like Dream drew away from them, like the Prodigal--like Destruction, Olethros. Their family of Endless breaking apart at the seams--or already broken. Teleute, Death, clasped her fingers tight and closed her eyes against the pain of it; she breathed.

Time settled beside her, the world held still in a moment. She didn't speak as he rested hand upon her knee. She didn't look to him, look upon him, or even move as her father grasped tight. She felt that hand upon her knee shift from impossibly ancient and thin-boned, to barely able to cover the entirety of her with his palm.

"I ask that you keep this to yourself, my little death," Time said, and Death swallowed heavily at the epithet. "He is young, right now. Too young for the machinations of your siblings."

Death's hands didn't shake, but she wished they would. Her voice remained steady as she said, soft and perhaps on the edge of bitter, "We have not seen you in an age, and this is what you ask of me?"

"Teleute...."

"Does Destiny know?" Death raised her head and stared at their father's infant-ancient face, wrapped tight in hooded cloak of the deepest shades of the night sky--rich purple hues that bordered upon black, with nebulae in their folds. A gift, he once said, from Night in the early days of their courtship.

Time stared back at her, hair aged white instead of the bright red of his youth. He said a soft, "No."

Death searched his face, lips pressed thin. She asked, "Were you even going to tell me, if I had not felt him?"

"...no," Time acquiesced, and it felt like Despair's ring had hooked into her navel to spill all that she was upon the ground. Death closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. "Teleute...."

"I do not want to hear it, father," Teleute said, and pulled her knee out of his grasp as she stood. "You will have my silence," she added, then breathed slow and measured. "I have work to do." Her wings beat at her back, and Death readied herself back to work when Time spoke up again with soft and heavy words.

"I had not meant to bring another into this life after what happened to your sister," Time said with slow words, "to my daughter. I had no intentions of ever seeing your mother again after that."

"You weren't there," Teleute said shortly.

"I am always there," Time countered softly. "I was there as Delight shattered, and there as she rebuilt herself alone. Just as I am there for Olethros, and my little Morpheus." Death stilled.

"You know where Dream is?" she asked, and her voice broke. "Has he..." she shook herself, the question burned, but then she decided she did not want to know. She was not certain she could handle the thought that Dream had decided to go the way of Destruction. With a push of her wings, Death vanished.

...

Time frowned as Teleute ran from their conversation. He felt that tightness in his chest that had been ever-present since the youngest of his seven children had such a shattering and reforming that had echoed across all time. It had driven even him to his knees, he who kept his distance in the realms between. For a long, long moment Time stayed upon the bench that Teleute had seated herself and stared out into the park just outside the hospital that housed the small form of his youngest-oldest, the eighth that his children had never known of and yet always knew--or so Time had thought, once. Perhaps that paradoxical nature of this child of his had affected more than he thought.

With a whisper-sigh Time got to his feet, and with a twist of his cloak he vanished from the park entirely. It took only a breath, a twist of the hands of a clock to appear in the room with the babe in question. He leaned against his staff, heavy hearted as he stared down into the crib to the slumbering babe. He reached with one hand and gently stroked his finger down the child's cheek, a small, bittersweet smile on his face. He could remember his other children when they were like this--small, half-formed concepts of the universe. None of them remembered the age, so assured that they had come into this world fully formed from Night's loins. Time felt no reason to disabuse them of the thought; it was amusing, and always a fond memory to look upon. He may present himself as aloof and uncaring in the way he kept from them these eons, but Time loved each of his children uniquely. He always did, even if it baffled him sometimes.

The room was filled with the smell of ozone as a tear ripped its way through Reality. Time withheld the grimace, in part thankful that Morpheus currently was incapable of feeling such a thing, even if he rarely paid attention to what he called 'the Waking' so focused on his Dreamers when they slept. It was the smallest of blessings, his third eldest child's current predicament--a blessing, in that he would be kept from this knowledge for some time yet, but also a curse. Time glanced to the side, eyes alight on Morpheus' curled up and naked form in a place far from here but here all the same. He watched the way his chest twitched with a breath it could not take given stagnant air even as Time stroked a finger down the cheek of the babe in the crib in front of him.

It was long practice that allowed him to split his attention in two ways, technically three given the sound of booted feet behind him that held just as much important as his children if only because it kept his children safe.

"Your time is up."

Time pulled his gaze from Morpheus, and then from the infant before him to glance to the figure at his back. The hood of his cloak tumbled into his eyes as he did so, narrowed as they were on the familiar and apologetic form of the creature that stood there.

"I know," Time said and slowly closed his eyes.

"I am sorry," they said back, words soft, and Time hummed a response. "Come."

For a moment Time dithered, hand pressed to the child's cheek. Then, he said almost as a whisper, "Our arrangement?"

There was no response, and Time felt something in him stutter. He had hoped he had chosen right with this one; that given they were not born to the rest, but acquired in ancient times past. He had hoped to cultivate something to aide him in the years to come--someone who would listen instead of order--

"I will not tell the Council of the child." The voice of the one-eyed, pale-skinned creature cut through Time's racing thoughts enough to calm him. "They will not hear of him, or his Endless nature, from me." There was just the slightest edge of impatience to the other, enough to pull Time away from his child with a soft breath. "We need to leave now, or else I cannot guarantee they won't discover the news as it is...."

Time bowed his head, murmured a soft, "Yes." He looked for the last time at his youngest-oldest, the child that had always been there, yet was only just-born. Heavy was the crown that would settle upon his head if all went well, and yet--and yet. Time leaned over, pressed a kiss to the baby's forehead, and whispered softly, "Rest well, Daniel. We will see each other again one day."

"Clockwork."

"I am coming, Grias," Time--Clockwork--uttered and turned to follow his Observant-attendant through the portal back to the Infinite Realms. Back in the vast emptiness of a realm just-born and as old as Clockwork himself he rolled his shoulders and looked over to Grias who scrubbed clawed hands through a head of hair with a huff. For a moment Clockwork watched them, watched how they stood there and muttered to themself for half a moment, and then sighed in relief.

Grias straightened; their silver hair fluffed up as they turned to regard the 'Master of Time' and one of the few 'Neverborne' -- cosmic entities that had long taken residence in the vastness that was the Realm Between. "We made it back just in time. They are not aware of our trip."

Clockwork nodded his head. He did not say thanks, although he felt thankful all the same. To be given that chance to see his child, to speak with another of his children he had not seen in eons--it meant more than Grias possibly knew. He let the other being settle into themself and the energies of this place and busied his attention with the clocks upon his wrist. He twisted them each so that he could return his gloves to his fingers, and then so that they were properly placed for him to see--seven, in total. He let his fingers linger upon the third of the watches before he moved on.

"Lady Nocturne is also not aware of our trip, so I will count that as a success," Grias spoke up into the silent after a moment. They glanced over to Clockwork with their single good eye, the one not hidden behind the black cloth wrap meant to hide its mangled nature.

Clockwork raised his head, lips pressed together as he stared with fathomless red eyes. "Grias, your help...."

Grias shook their head. He said a short, "You have had that child for as long as I have known you. It is...if this was to happen now of all times, then so be it."

"You did not have to agree to keep it from Nocturne," Clockwork countered softly, just the slightest bit hesitant as he stared at the other.

With a snort Grias shook their head and muttered a short, "I am not getting in the middle of whatever it is going on between you. You want to keep it secret? Fine." Clockwork inclined his head a moment later in understanding and acceptance of the words and Grias let off a heavy breath before he clasped his hands together. "Now, enough dallying, Clockwork. The Council has convened and demands your presence. Something about the Physical that needs attending. Come."

Clockwork grasped his staff and drifted off after Grias who turned and stared in the direction of the Tower. He said a soft, near placid, "As you say."

[ladylynse]

Oh, yes.

Me: Okay, Nano is over, so now I should work on my buffer for my main fanfic.

My brain: You could do that, OR you could work on three completely unrelated ideas, one of which is for a fandom you’ve never written for and whose canon you’re not up to date on.

Me: …

Me: Sounds good.

[taggerbug]

Krel Fic Rec List, Pt. 1

I’ve been kicking around the idea of making a Krel-centric fic recommendation list for a while, but only just got around to it. Whoops!  Just as a disclaimer, I won’t be able to fit every Krel fic in here, so there might be a part two, depending on if I have time.

Fics that are not bold are complete. Fics that are bold are in progress.

-- Longfic, Plot Heavy --

Wizards: The Ones Who Stayed by AkozuHeiwa - Rated T - 137k

Where do I start? This is a pre-Wizards sequel to 3Below, featuring Krel, Steve, Seamus, most of the central cast, and some truly incredible original characters as they contend with existential threats based on Arthurian lore and a side of Gaylen’s Core theory. There’s strong themes of whump and hurt/comfort, threaded between well-crafted plot threads that meet in a devastating conclusion. Ako is an amazing writer and their effort really shines through here.

Legacies by AkozuHeiwa - Rated M - 20k (so far)

Yes, there is a sequel to Wizards: The Ones Who Stayed (Wizfic for short), and it’s being posted on a weekly basis right now!! Legacies has only just started, and it’s already intriguing - so much so that I took three pages of paper notes on the latest chapter to aid in my theorizing. Krel’s back, along with Toby, Douxie, Steve, and a few of the OCs from Wizfic in a story that’s got so much angst already that I’m almost afraid to find out what happens next. 

As Above, So Below by Taggerbug - Rated T - 40k (so far)

Yeah, this is mine! It’s inspired by Danny Phantom fic and is full of angst, speculative biology, and ethical dilemmas. I felt weird writing a review since I know what happens next, so here's a summary from Ako:

“ AASB is an in-progress multi-chapter fic full of angst and intrigue. The suspense through each chapter keeps you on the edge of your seat, and it looks like it's going exciting places with an interconnected plot and mysterious enemies and compelling OCs. Krel's plot in particular looks extremely angsty and exciting, so definitely check it out!” - AkozuHeiwa

Base II by just_another_author01 - Rated T - 15k (so far)

Now this is a real find. Krel is arrested by a military research base, where he encounters other aliens and some suspiciously sympathetic staff. There are several well-written original characters and some very intriguing worldbuilding. Definitely worth getting into before it updates!!

Odin’s Eye by AzTheDragon - Rated G - 14k (so far)

I don’t usually read HTTYD fic, but this crossover caught my eye because Krel and Jim aren’t often written together. It starts with some unexpected time travel and suspenseful unnamed monsters, and the mystery only grows from there. I’m very much looking forward to seeing where this one is going!

Ricochet by Depreshroom - Rated T - 6k (so far)

A post-Wizards whump and hurt/comfort fic that places Krel at a crossroads with the Arcane Order and his friends, with hints of Krel’s connection to Gaylen. Calamity occurs, and Jim and his friends have to find a way to solve it. This fic is just getting started, but shows a lot of promise.

stay up, like a good fight by Euphoriette - Rated G - 9k (so far)

After the events of Wizards, yet another apocalypse descends on Arcadia, with Krel at the center of it. He’s being pursued by Akiridion zealots who are determined to capture him by any means possible, resulting in angst and heartbreak. I’m looking forward to getting my heart ripped out in future chapters for sure!

-- Ships --

The Limit Does Not Exist by PurpleRose244​ - Rated G - 178k - Space Camp

This is a must-read for space campers, a completed longfic that has it all - angst, hurt/comfort, four-armed hugs! It’s mostly canon compliant to 3Below but with more focus and development on space camp. It’s pretty long, but ends with a satisfying conclusion

Somos Algo by jetblock - Rated T - 22k (so far) - Space Camp

A space camp canon divergence, focusing on a summer in which Krel is trying his best to fix the Mothership while Seamus deals with being held back from the space program by his father. Slow burn ensues.

Win First, Think Later by Lobel - Rated T - 17k (so far) - Space Camp

After Krel is left behind in Arcadia, he looks forward to finally getting to spend time with his friends. However, he still has to confront - however unwillingly - the aftermath of fighting Morando and losing his parents. Even worse, he hasn’t adjusted to living as a human as much as he’d like to believe.

The View From The Sky by AkozuHeiwa - Rated G - 2k - Hammerhack

A fluffy one-shot of my favorite gaymers (Toby and Krel) who get dragged to a ski resort by Aja and Jim. It’s so sweet it makes me blush!!

California Friends by spideyfool - Rated G - 2k (so far) - Hammerhack, Starry Knight

A series of delightful one-shots with various rarepairs.

-- Gen. One-Shots --

Bitter Water by spideyfool - Rated T - 5k 

This one-shot is a really interesting take on Krel’s relationship with Aja and his dead parents, and features some vivid body horror - so be sure to read the tags! Some excellent hurt/comfort, and Starry Knight (Krel x Jim) if you squint.

Press Restart by spideyfool - Rated G - 1k

An extremely interesting character study of Krel, consisting of snippets set throughout 3Below. Very introspective and thoughtful.

And these dark roads aren’t so lonely by YellowMagicalGirl - Rated G - 1k

An ominous one-shot exploring the concept of Krel contemplating the use of Gaylen’s Core and dark magic to bring his parents back from the dead.

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This list is in no way comprehensive, so feel free to add on any Krel-centric fic recs!! :)

[cassandrasdreamworlds]

Time and Wild with 1A from this prompt list/drawing meme, for @azthedragon  Look at him! Actual Dad Time is at it again! original prompt was “1a with dad Time and distressed Wild (after he thought he lost Time to some monster or something)”

Time and Wild both from the @/linkeduniverse !

Do Not Tag As Ship! (I swear I’ll find you and fight you)

[inkedmyths]

So @draconiswinters tagged me in a post so I guess I have to do a thing

10 Songs I can't stop listening to:

1)Roaring 20's by Panic! At The Disco

2)House of Memories by Panic! At the Disco

3)Teenagers by My Chemical Romance

4)Go the Distance from Hercules

5)Check Yes, Juliet by We The Kings

6)Last Young Renegade by All Time Low

7)Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride from Lilo and Stitch

8)La Da Dee by Cody Simpson

9)American Idiot by Green Day

10)Golden Days by Panic! At The Disco

Favorite color: Dark Teal

Favorite ships: It would take more than this to reveal my deepest darkest secrets :)

Currently Reading: Nothing right now, even though I would like to be

Last Movie I saw: Uhhhh does the 25th Anniversary recording of Les Miserables count? Otherwise I think it was Into the Spiderverse.

And tagging people I guess, hope none of you have been tagged. If you have, whoops. If this is really out of the blue it's because I think you're a neat person.

@azthedragon @biscuit-the-demon @midnavii @clumsydarknut @rusherbooks @lozbotwnerd @hapless-fma-otaku @themisadventurescrew @thehufflepuffleboi

[ladylynse]

Yes, I did mean that one, and I'll just straight up admit that if something hasn't been updated in a while, I usually don't start it unless I'm prepared for disappointment at what I will assume is an abandoned fic unless otherwise stated. But hiatus for planning purposes is good news! It means there's hope. *grins*

I do like that idea, and I completely agree with keeping the rest of it close to your chest. (I do that with some fics, too.) I will certainly need to read it and *ahem* remind you about it once a certain crossover is finished or at least more finished.....

Oooh, any details you care to share on that unwritten RC9GN time travel fic? (Me, like a moth to flame: ooh, time travel!)

(ohhhh, time travel indeed!)

But... Hmmm... you mean "The Ninth", right?

Hmmm... I do have some chapters already posted, but it hasn't gone past that in quite a while, hm?

Well, the idea is me taking the last episode of season 1 and... further developing it. Including the entire Norisu clan rather than just First Ninja. I had plans to make this some sort of... trilogy... BUT! I've learned my lesson about making long fics without a smidge of a plan first. Not cancelled, but on hiatus until my wayward brain stops jumping around all these fandoms and decides it's time to finish some old stuff (and by the time that happens, I might revisit old chapters and clean them up. And make some sort of general outline than just outright pantsing...)

I'm not sure I should share more because what I have is... plot sensitive.

[ladylynse]

Pssst! Lynse..! Lynse! LYNSE! PSSST!!! "Scoobynatural". I didn't even know it was a thing! Talk about weird crossovers...

I feel like it’s something I should have expected after some of the things they’ve done in the past, but I didn’t anticipate it either. It does work surprisingly well, though. It was a fun episode. 

[ao3feed-aizawashouta]

by AzTheDragon

Just because Danny is new to the place and doesn't want to stick around, it doesn't mean he doesn't want to help. He's just lucky Aizawa is not inclined to shot first, ask question never.

Words: 1395, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Danny Fenton, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

[nieznasztejosoby]

The author is on tumblr : D @azthedragon !!

oKAY LISTEN, I read this 13 year old unfinished fic called “Unwilling Partners” and I’ve never touched a single megaman game in my life and now this creature is permanently branded in my head and I’m downloading the game tonight. (Edit: FIXED A THING)

[monotype-on-phantom]

I don't know if you ever saw it, but there's a video where Butch Hartman gets us a tour of the Ghost Zone (I think?) and talks about this ghost called Sojourn, that might be as old as Clockwork, or maybe older, and that has mapped the whole entirety of the Ghost Zone (and might have created the Infimap)

I actually haven’t seen it. I should get around to that. I’m familiar with the information in it, though, so I know about Sojourn.

While I dislike the idea of Sojourn’s journal being used as another “Vlad wants to rule the galaxy!” plot point, I do think he’s interesting. If the plot took things in a direction that was...not that, then he’d fit perfectly in the DP universe. The entire idea of his journal could be amazing for world building. Not to mention the designs Hartman came up with for him are actually pretty darn cool.

I’m not sure when I’ll talk about him in depth, but I’ll get to it.

I should probably watch that video first, huh?