#crossposted on ffn

[ghostly-penumbra]

Father and Sons

Ao3 FFN

Summary: Clockwork is Danny's loving, adoptive grandpa. Time is the Endless' neglectful father. They are one and the same.

Chapter One: First Meeting

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Dream of the Endless stepped into his father's realm and found himself alone. Neither Dream of the Cats nor Hope Beautiful Lost Nebula had come with him. This wouldn't affect him, he would carry on.

He walked down the sprawling garden and stumbled then upon a young boy wearing his father's sygil in a purple cloak, not unlike one his father might use when seen by humans.

The boy stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him, the tilted watering can still spilling its content with no end in sight.

"Uh… hello?" He asked tentatively, the can still tipped. "May I help y—?"

"Who are you?" Dream asked bluntly, straightforward, looking at this child whose identity and dreams were blurred to him, being from a different time period than him, and his father's realm not being a Soft Place nor Dream's jurisdiction.

"Oh! That's- I'm… not supposed to just give my name to strangers." He trailed off, and finally straightened the watering can. "I'll… go get my grandpa." He turned and flew away, giving the perplexed Lord Shaper one last look before vanishing from sight.

"Dream." His father's voice had him turn around and there he was, shifting in shape through ages.

A toddler, a child, an old man, a younger man, if time could truly be described as a man, but always, invariably, with a jagged scar going across his eye.

Next to him stood the boy, looking between father and son with green eyes full of human curiosity, but ultimately leaning towards Dream's father with ease.

"What do you want?" His father asked as his beard vanished to give way to a toddler's impassive face. "You only come here if you want something."

"Can't a son see his father with no motive other than to wish him well?" He asked instead of answering.

This was unscripted. As it often did with his father, being in his presence was to step in loops and whorls of someone else's design, leaving Dream wrong-footed, regardless of where he stepped.

But for that same reason a strange child trailing after his father and referring to him as 'his grandpa' would not deter him from what he had come here for.

It did make him wonder, though…

"Of course you can," Father Time was saying, "but you never do. If any of you or your siblings visit is because you need my help."

"Siblings?! How many children do you have?" The boy almost shouted in what he seemed to believe was a whisper.

Dream turned his gaze upon him, the intense cosmos in his eyes having him shrink, abashedly, behind his father's figure once again.

Dream's father closed his eyes for one second – or a dozen. Or a year, or seventy, or a century – and then opened them again and turned his head towards his companion. "Seven." Was all he said.

"Damn!"

And against anything Dream would have thought, his father smiled, small but genuine. Fond.

"As you well know, I am older than dust."

They were making their way through the garden, where some plants grew and flourished or perished or even returned to seeds as Time approached them, and his father picked two apples, one of which he handed to the boy – who was now floating after Father Time –, and the other he offered to Dream.

"I'm not hungry."

"You will be."

Dream disregarded his father's remark and ignored the proffered fruit, even as the boy happily bit into his own.

"I wasn't travelling alone." Dream said. "Why am I the only one here?"

"You were planning on bringing your friends, uninvited, to my domain, son?" His father asked, his youthful face at odds with the rotting fruit in his hands.

"Not friends, no. A cat, who is also me. And a girl."

His father held a hand to his forehead and sighed, before looking back up at Dream whilst he handed the fresh apple to… his grandson.

"What do you want, Dream?"

"Help me, father. Help me."

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[Chapter Two]

#Danny Phantom #The Sandman #Dream of the Endless #ghostly-scrypts #cross posted on ao3 #crossposted on ffn #The Sandman: Overture #Father Time #Clockwork #danny phantom clockwork #clockwork my beloved #grandpa clockwork #Morpheus

[notsostraightarrowbabey]

Chapter 17 is Live!!

(it was live like three months ago but i forgot to post on tumblr lol)

You can find it:

Here! on ao3

Here! on ff.net

Or Below the Cut if you prefer Tumblr!

Selkies bleed red.

Perhaps this discovery should not have shocked Ochako, and yet the fact remained that it did. She thought that, maybe, they might bleed some fantastical color–green or even gold. Her assumptions were wrong.

Selkies’ blood was as red as hers, or any human’s, was; she could see the evidence quite clearly as it dripped onto the parlor rug. 

Tomura gripped his shoulder where he had been struck with the bullet from her father’s pistol. The bleeding was fast, and a great ugly stain spread down his shirt. Dabi and Magne had rushed forward after the shot had rang out, and were now helping him sit up from where he had fallen to the floor. 

The rest of the crew that had been standing tensely in the foyer had scattered around the room. Himiko had raced over to Ochako. Izuku had crossed the room to Ochako’s father and had liberated the pistol from him. Spinner and Jin were standing by Ochako’s mother in case she tried anything, and Eri and Tsu were nowhere to be seen. 

“Oh my god,” Ochako said. She had begun to shake. The sound of the pistol firing in such close quarters had left her ears ringing, and the smell of Tomura’s blood made her feel sick. “Oh my god.”

“I–” Her father began, but Ochako cut him off before he could continue.

“Why would you do that? How could you do that?: fire a pistol at someone who meant you no harm?” 

Her father’s eyes flashed, and his expression hardened. 

“At your age, you would not understand. He is a selkie, Ochako. Selkies are dangerous.”

“Bullshit,” Ochako muttered. “HE WAS TRYING TO LEAVE! They all were! You were just too stubborn and scared to see it!” 

“Don’t you talk to me that way. I am your father.”

“You just shot someone,” Ochako repeated. Her voice had gone soft and shaky, almost like she was going to cry. “in cold blood.”

“As I said before: You are under their spell. That is the only reason that you feel any sort of empathy for that thing. Once we get him to break the spell–”

“How many times do we have to tell you? THE NECKLACE IS NOT A SPELL!” Ochako felt Himiko grab for her hand but she shook it away. If she held someone’s hand now, she would surely break down and cry. She had to remain strong to get her point across. “For your information, the necklace happens to be a courting gift.”

“From whom?” Her mother asked. Both Spinner and Jin looked at her warily.

Ochako looked back at Himiko and gestured for her to stand directly beside Ochako. 

“From Himiko. She presented me with a courting gift,” Ochako said. The shaking had gotten worse as she watched both of her parents’ faces sour further. “and I have accepted.” 

“Darling,” Her mother crooned at her. She sounded soft, though her face still looked pinched. “You should have told us this!” Ochako felt her heart lift for the first time during this whole ordeal. You should have told us that you two were courting! She imagined her mother would say. They–her mother and father both–would apologize, call for a doctor for Tomura’s shoulder, and then they would all sit down and converse over some tea. “There are plenty of other pretty human girls in the village! We could have arranged for something: for one to come over for a picnic of some sort while we talked with her parents! There’s no need for you to settle for something inhuman.”

And just like that, Ochako’s optimism was shattered. 

She absolutely could not believe what had happened thus far today. Looking back at her childhood, she could not reconcile the loving, considerate, easy-going parents that she knew with the cruel, hate-filled people that stood before her now. It hurt her deeply to know that they would turn so quickly against someone. The thought made her nauseous.

“I believe Tomura was right,” Ochako said. “We are leaving.”

“What?” Both her mother and father attempted to walk to her, but Izuku, Spinner, and Jin held them back. 

“Tomura needs medical attention, and I no longer wish to stay.” Ochako turned and walked towards the door, and everyone followed suit, Dabi and Magne supporting Tomura as they followed. Before Ochako could cross over the threshold onto the lawn, she turned back around in the doorway to get one last look at her parents. They were looking at her with sorrow and anger and something that looked similar to confusion, as if they, too, could not recognize the person that their daughter had become. 

She looked around at the parlor: the destroyed furniture, the askew pictures on the walls, the mantelpiece. She noticed that of the clothespin dolls that rested on the mantelpiece–the ones that she and her mother had made together when she was about five–one of them was missing. The one that represented Ochako herself was no longer residing with the dolls that represented her parents. 

How fitting, she thought to herself, as she shut the door to her childhood home.

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Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen

#togachako #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #toga himiko x uraraka ochako #shigadabi #bnha #bnha fic #BNHA au #mha #mha fic #pirate AU #cross posted on AO3 #crossposted on ffn #fish and pearls

[fancyfrey]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order Series (Video Games), Star Wars Jedi: Survivor, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cal Kestis/Merrin, Kanan Jarrus & Cal Kestis Characters: Cal Kestis, Alexsandr Kallus, Kanan Jarrus, Merrin (Star Wars) Additional Tags: SPOILERS FOR JEDI: SURVIVOR, No Beta, kallus tries using his former ISB agent skills but fails, Fluff and Angst, BD-1 is Cal Kestis' emotional support droid, Canon Typical Violence, Cal is from a rated T game but everyone else is from a family show, Cal Kestis Needs a Hug, Kallus is tired, Merrin is scary, Cal can be scarier, Canon Divergence, Kanan is blind, Canon goes out the window, 5+1, Dark Cal Kestis, unprofessional medical diagnosis, Oneshot collection, Bittersweet Ending, Cal Kestis has PTSD Series: Part 1 of Five Times the Galaxy tried to Understand Cal Kestis, and the One Time he finally Understood Himself Summary:

Unsettled: Ezra brings an archaeologist to Chopper Base. Kallus feels he'd seen the man before but can't quite remember where.

Disillusioned: when Cal calls upon the Ghost crew for assistance on a mission, Kanan soon realises just how much he and Cal had changed from their days in the Temple.

Epilogue: After everything that's happened, Kallus wonders if he and Cal can still be friends

Contains major spoilers for Jedi: Survivor

#fanfiction #my fanfic writing #star wars fanfic #cal kestis #kanan jarrus #alexsandr kallus #crossposted to ffn and wattpad #my writing #jfo fanfic #jedi survivor spoilers

[the-badger-mole]

Avatar: the Final Conflict - Chapter 18

Katara stared out across the pond to where a nest of turtleducks was hidden among the reeds. She wasn't watching them really, but they made a convenient focal point while she tried not to think about the other events of the past week. Especially not the arrangements being made for Ozai's funeral.

Ozai- deposed and forever branded as a war criminal- had still been the leader of the Fire Nation and Zuko's father. Katara tried not to be disgusted with the fact that Iroh had agreed with his advisors' insistence that Ozai be given a proper entombment. There were, after all, certain aspects of politics that she knew that even the Fire Lord couldn't refuse. She was just grateful that she wasn't expected to be at the ceremony.

Zuko was, though. He had as much reason to want to avoid it as anyone. More, in fact. Katara and the others had been at the receiving end of Ozai's indifferent cruelty, but Zuko had suffered personally at his father's hands for years. And he had been the one to order his execution in the end. What he must be feeling at the idea of attending Ozai's funeral…

Katara squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that maybe that would stop the thoughts in her head. She would go to the funeral, she already knew. She knew Zuko would need as much support as possible. She would be right at his side, if he let her.

That was probably a big if.

Read the rest of the chapter here

#atla #zutara #avatar the final conflict #ffn crossposting #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

[punkasshunter]

Okay something is definitely fucked up with FFN traffic stats actually because I just got a story favorite this morning, but the stats still show me as not having even gotten any views in like 3 months?? Somehow that site keeps seeming more and more busted

#I still crosspost there because there's people I know are still only on FFN #But idk how many #Idk I kinda wish I had somewhere to crosspost besides Ao3 #but like idk if posting stuff directly to tumblr is considered obnoxious or something #or like where the folks still into L4D went if not tumblr

[ladylynse]

Bereavement, a Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja fanfic

Viceroy learns of his father's death.

Consequently, the Ninja can have the week off, at least from robotic attack. Two weeks, if Viceroy can swing it. (He'll swing it.)

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Technically a prequel to this three sentence fic; cross-posted on tumblr here.

#rc9gn #rc9gn fanfiction #willem viceory #willem viceroy iii #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #my writing #ladylynse #you'd think I'd come with a better title after two weeks but nope #so have a word that's the fic in a nutshell #well almost the fic in a nutshell #anyway this is my half of an exchange from ages back now being crossposted to ao3 #gonna hold off on ffn for a while and see if they figure out the email thing

[11x13kyle]

are you going to share with us your hollycomb discovery

i was curious yesterday and wanted to see how old she was when the scenic route was written and i found out that she was 29 which made my world shift a bit……..like 29 isn’t old by any means that’s not what i’m saying i think i just assumed we were closer in age!

#asks #i also kind of forgot that tsr was written in 2011 not 2012 because it was crossposted from ffn to ao3 which like. duh. but i forgot!

[walkawaytall]

So, when I posted the most recent chapter of Purpose of Heritage, Fanfiction.net was having a bunch of issues -- I couldn't get to my profile using the website, but could with the mobile app, etc. Anyway, I did wait to post until the site was back up because getting things formatted properly on the app was borderline impossible. But I'm now questioning if email alerts went out only because I have at least three readers on FFN who comment literally every chapter and a couple more that comment every few chapters, and no one has commented on this most recent one. Like, it is possible they just all didn't comment collectively over the past week for some reason, but it seems unlikely, you know? I'm just like...what even do I do about this? Or do I just let it be?

#fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfiction.net problems #fanfiction.net #honestly these few people are the only reason I still crosspost on FFN #because the user interface on that site is just awful #and the connectivity issues are driving me batty

[taliaxlatia]

It's the year 2024 why I am I getting "I like Terra x Aqua better" reviews on my very obviously vanqua fic

#maybe its my own fault for continuing to crosspost to ffn #tali rambles #its a good thing they were a guest user i have never been so close to replying something eviscerating

[tokkias]

#mya's mumbles #this is basically me figuring out if i should crosspost to ffn #every time i start writing for a new fandom im like oh this is the time i start posting on ffn again #and i never do #ao3 superiority #but i feel like ft is still #pretty active on ffn? #so i don't know

[mobbothetrue]

part of updating the five dragons means that the chapter count of the original fic keeps going down as short-ish chapters get subsumed into larger ones. Originally the chapter count was at 30 something but now it’s at 25.

I have picked up an extremely funny guest reader with an excellent commitment to the bit. As far as I remember, fanfic dot net doesn’t send out emails when chapters are replaced, and also, this is a guest, so it’s not like they’ve got an email tied to their account anyway, meaning it’s very impressive that they manage to be there pretty quick whenever the chapter count goes down again.

The first review they left was on chapter 27, and they said ‘excited for chapter 28’. Then the chapter count went down. So on chapter 26 they said ‘excited for chapter 27’. I updated again last night, taking the chapter count down again, and true to form 3 hours ago they said they were excited for chapter 26.

I think what I’m getting at here is you really don’t have to say much in a comment. This guy hasn’t said anything about the chapters I’ve been posting! But they manage to be there really fast anyways, every time the chapter count goes down, continuing a bit and also expressing excitement for the future. It… kind of means a lot. They have to be checking pretty often to catch my updates.

#mobbtalks #I am also crossposting on ao3 and there is another guy over there giving live feedback on the content of the chapters so that’s nice #… have I talked about this fic enough that I’m morally obligated to start linking it? Uhhh. #I mean. I don’t think anyone who follows me is super into Fairy Tail tbf. but also #I know how annoying it is to try and find a fic someone’s talking about when they don’t link it #but also also. hhhruhhhhhghhgg. I mean okay if anyone has gotten this far in the tags and wants to know #ShadeShadow234 on Ao3 or ffn dot net. story is titled. as stated. The Five Dragons. I’d recommend the ao3 version because as it turns out #fanfic dot net is really Not Built for you to ship of Theseus your own fanfic #okay moral obligation over. #I suppose to be entirely fair I don’t know how much this would sustain me if tfd didn’t already have like 270 reviews #but as it stands it’s nice!! it’s a little acknowledgment of the work I’m putting in and it’s a funny bit

[carolinanadeau]

bit the bullet and posted a story for the first time in months! now immediately on to the next story no one will read! ...I mean, maybe tomorrow, right now I'm probably not in the brain space for that lol

#I didn't even crosspost this one to FFN because I feel like it's too Shameful and Inexcusable for that crowd #implying that there IS a 'crowd' to be found for this fandom lol #my original post #writing

[magerightsyeah]

#poll #fanfiction #fanfic #writeblr #fanfic writing #ao3 #ffn #wattpad #crossposting

[queen-scribbles]

So, uh, I was checking something in my AO3 stats and happened to glance at my all-inclusive word count and um

HWAT THE FUCK

#queen rambles #writer stuff #that's almost a million #JUST on ao3 #there's stuff on deviant art and ffn i didn't migrate #there's prompt fills here i didn't crosspost bc they're ''too short'' #i'm probably closing on 2m total bc my rahna stuff alone is 665k #holy SHIT #i write my stuff in such (comparatively) small pieces i don't realize how it stacks up

[the-badger-mole]

What Dreams May Come

I originally wrote this in 2012. My inspiration was vaguely that one Nicholas Cage film, but I never actually saw it, so the inspiration was the trailer from that one Nicholas Cage movie. I wanted to have Zuko encounter some spirit world shenanigans, because I don't think there is enough of that. I also wanted to have Zuko have a glimpse of something hopeful for his future. I think this is the only story I've ever written that even obliquely touches on Taang. It's not a ship I particularly care for, to be honest. I think Toph could do much better, but back when I wrote this story, I thought it was a convenient way to get Aang out of the way for Zutara. I would have made a different choice if I wrote this story today, but I'm still happy with how this fic turned out.

Read the fic here

#atla #zutara #ffn crossposting

[blueskyscribe]

Is Fanfiction dot Net down for anyone else? I thought "Hey, might as well crosspost my fic there" but the site won't load.

#FFN #fanfiction #I like AO3 so much better #but out of nostalgia I usually crosspost #just as a treat for people who still use it