Author has written 2 stories for Phineas and Ferb.
I believe it is a noble duty to uphold humour, proper grammar, and the definition of irony for all that is good and neutral. For Science, For Justice, For the Evulz - in the name of fanfiction.
"NOTICE: Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted, persons attempting to find a moral will be banished. Persons attempting to find a plot will be shot. By order of the author " - Mark Twain
The Best Thanksgiving Ever: When no one shows up to Phineas' house for Thanksgiving dinner, he has to find hope in one very underrated character: Grandpa Clyde.
Dimensional Drift: Siblings and Superpowers: My current project, a much darker fic. Within it, expect tropes, methinks, along with grimdark. Lots and lots of grimdark. Hopefully this'll be updated once a month. (EDIT: 5/14/15 I want to get back to this eventually, but school's been keeping me busy. Sorry guys!)
It is the 41st millennium. For more than one hundred centuries, the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium, for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may truly never die.