The Best in Everyone - Raw DraftShe sat in the chair, head tipped back, eyes on the seam between the wall and the ceiling. Her legs swung back and forth as they dangled from the chair that was just a hint too tall, and her chin bobbed slightly from side to side as the music pounded on the walls. She was vaguely aware the rules prohibited the use of loud music in the green room… but she was alone, and she would be alone until she was called to compete in the final match.
She hoped it would be against Rosa. She prayed it would be against Rosa.
But if it weren’t… then she needed to break character.
Loose lips sink ships. That’s what she’d thought when she first heard what they said about her. Not that it bothered her, usually. She’d made peace with who and what she was when she’d been helpless to save Munna, because something about her had been so compelling that Hilda and Rosa had been moved to help. She may not be powerful in her own right, but Bianca had found her cha
SOPA 2014: Voluntary Agreements, TPP, and StaydownEDIT 3/22: Added some links, some additional notes, and some credit. (Also added some of the same on 3/17)SOPA 2014: Voluntary Agreements, TPP, and Staydown1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A few days ago, I started seeing journals once again ranting about how SOPA is going to take away our fandom, or even our original content, in my feed here on deviantART. I did a search for reputable sources talking about it, and found just enough to be worth discussing, but not enough to justify the panic that's happened. I vowed I would do a journal about it come the weekend.
Since then, it's blown up. I've had numerous new faves on my old write-up of SOPA 201, despite it having "2013" in the title. I wish I could be happy as well as flattered, but the piece of potential legislation I wrote about then isn't the one people are talking about now. People have been calling for me to explain the "New" SOPA, but research to cite has been scant and so has my time. I have many more obligations now than I did then, and I wrote the last article at a much less busy time
The Real Story on SOPA 2013/Section 201Edit 3/14/2014The Real Story on SOPA 2013/Section 2012 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
I've finished my final writeup!
And my friend did a petition that covers my points:
Are you here about SOPA 2014? I'm still working on my write-up of the latest SOPA Scare. Most of the research is done, and I am in editing/petition hunting now. If you'd like to see what I have, and maybe even help, the link is here:
Please do not use the article you're looking at now, "The Real Story on SOPA 2013/Section 201," to figure out the current situation. It has NOTHING to do with the two things that have people crying that SOPA is back this time.
EDIT 3/12/2014: This article is OUTDATED and does not apply to the latest "SOPA scare." I'm hoping to write up a more detailed article on the new SOPA, but last I checked research was light, and these things take time.
The new SOPA is more
Literary Merit for Fanfiction WritersSo last winter, something amazing happened to me. Well, a lot of amazing things happened to me. I met iammemyself here on dA, and read her stories. They inspired me to start writing again, and I wrote one in particular for her birthday that was really, really good. So good, in fact, that it was selected for a Daily Deviation. Now, at the time, a fanfiction group I didn't know about had a policy of adding fanfiction DDs to their featured folder. They added my piece, and I, intruiged by their premise, joined up. I started doing LiteraryFanFiction's weekly challenges, their Flash Fan Fiction Fridays, writing some of my best work for these weekly exercises. And in the fall, I was invited to pitch in as an administrator. I'm still learning the ropes for approving and denying work there, but my grammar nazi tendencies are not all I have to contribute. I love writing about writing, and I felt like doing that today.Literary Merit for Fanfiction Writers2 years ago in Writing More Like This
I find a lot of confusion about what literary fanfiction is. I
Blue Tint (Pokemon/Sonic Crossover)He slid to a halt at the end of the cliff and shivered.Blue Tint (Pokemon/Sonic Crossover)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sonic the Hedgehog lifted a hand to his face, trying to use his fingers to shield his eyes from the sun and the wind. He couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that he was lostů and he realized that this was one of the few times that feeling had ever bothered him.
He looked down the mountain at the landscape below, frowning. Sunlight glinted off grass that had a much greener tone than he remembered only hours ago; vegetation was sparse where earlier in the day it had been plentiful. The sun was further south in the sky than he recalled, like the very season had changed. A gust of wind swept over him, colder than before. The sun was going down.
He briefly considered trying to descend the mountainside before nightfall, but as he looked out and beheld the many streams and rivers flowing from the mountain, he thought better of it. Sonic began searching for a nook or a cave that might shield him from the wind.
The soft murmur of voic
What Yours Knows So Well (Transformers/Pokemon)He kept his head down as he blew across the field with the wind, bare toes pounding the hard-packed dirt so hard he almost pitied the earth. He dared not think about the quality of footprints he left behind him, or the trainers who might follow them. The hail rained down on him like tiny bullets as he ran. They would leave marks, even if they couldn’t piece his cloak or skin.What Yours Knows So Well (Transformers/Pokemon)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
What an inconvenience.
He fought the urge to to visualize clear skies and will them into being. Mewtwo took a little comfort in knowing that he could end the storm, but that comfort sloughed off with the hail as he remembered the attention such a choice would bring.
Finally he reached the shelter, a little truck depot outside the latest city he had taken to haunting. He ducked under a sign that promised “last stop until the bridge,” then emerged onto the pavement. The worry of footprints slipped temporarily from his mind.
The hail, however, pursued him, and he saw no end to it in sight. Aching br
The Strangest of Places [TFP/Rescue Bots]Chapter One: Food for ThoughtThe Strangest of Places [TFP/Rescue Bots]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chief Charlie Burns liked to think that he was an easygoing guy. Especially for a single dad and police officer.
He was lenient with his children, though he couldn't really call most of them children anymore, and allowed them to have more freedom that most their age, even growing up. Three of the four were full-fledged adults now, and were currently attending Emergency Responders classes, to take up the mantle for the jobs that Griffin Rock so needed.
And then that left Cody.
Still mourning his mother's death four years ago, the boy was usually alone, whether it be at school or at home. Even now, as the chief made dinner in preparation for his elder children's arrival, Cody was up in his room playing video games or building model airplanes, or whatever it was kids his age did. It was disheartening, to say the least.
As Charlie stirred several pieces of chicken breast on the sizzling frying pan, his brow furrowed as he brooded, and decided that pe
Leave It To Me: Chapter One: The MorningLeave It To Me: Chapter One: The Morning2 years ago in Humor More Like This
This is a Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic, set in the game universe. Sonic belongs to Sega, obviously, and so do most of the people in here.
This contains spoilers for most of the Sonic games, but especially Sonic and the Secret Rings and Sonic Unleashed/Sonic World Adventure.
This story will also contain:
* moderate comic violence
* Non-violent, accidental injury
* A frank discussion of drug use's effect on society
* A frank discussion of domestic violence. Hetero and yaoi pairings are mentioned, but no shipping is actually present
* Horrible customer service
* Pink Socks
* Fan characters in supporting roles
If any of these things bother you, turn back now.
I'll make a better version of the preview image soon, I swear.
Leave It to Me
Chapter One: The Morning
I rolled over and sighed. It was gonna be a beautiful day.
The sun was shining on my face, warm, though not as warm as the soft flannel sheets
The Wary MoonHeatwave scowled at the TV. “Why are we watching this? That guy's as cranky as Kade!"The Wary Moon2 years ago in Fiendish Fan Fiction Contest More Like This
Blades and Chase looked at each other, but Boulder frowned. “Aww, I thought you two were getting along better?”
“We were until that dog bit him. Then he started acting like a jerk again.”
Chase grabbed the remote and tapped the mute button. “I suspect that being bitten by potentially rabid creatures is quite unpleasant for human beings."
“But that doesn't explain why he grew a beard." Blades chirped, leaning in.
Heatwave shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s colder in the autumn, maybe. And maybe he’s trying to be like his dad."
“Hmm… Crankiness… hair growth… is he eating different things?”
“I don't know. Maybe."
Chase frowned. “Blades, surely you are not suggesting—?”
“Heatwave, is he still being a glory hog, or is he a different kind of cranky?”
Heatwave replayed the last mo
Steel Hiding Silk (Rescue Bots)He sat down in the chair, glancing around at the controls, the monitors. They glinted in the dark, unwatched until now, showing glimpses of a quiet town.Steel Hiding Silk (Rescue Bots)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
He tipped the can to his lips and drank, enjoying the cold burn on his tongue. It wasn’t what he wanted to be drinking, but given how often he ended up having to work when he wasn’t on duty, he didn’t dare. Soda tasted better than most alcohol, anyway, not that he would ever admit it to anyone, especially not his sons. His preference for Dani’s fruity drinks, and Cody’s soda, would hopefully remain his secret.
“Chief Burns? You are not scheduled to work for another four hours.”
He jumped, nearly dropping the can before tightening his grip on it, splashing only a small amount of soda on his pants. “Chase! You scared me.”
“I heard activity in the command center. I felt obligated to investigate.”
He stood up, smiling, turning. “You were right to. Given all the troubl
The Hateful MoonThe whole thing started the last day we spent in jail for the hologram heist. The front door woke us up; I yawned and stretched, but Myles grumbled and rolled over.The Hateful Moon2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Deputy Barney greeted us, then got us our breakfast. The food there is usually pretty good; it's definitely better than Myles' cooking. He doesn't think so, though; Myles liked to say you wouldn't feed it to a dog. And of course, since the town's only fireman got bitten by a dog on call, he'd taken to saying you wouldn't feed it to Kade. I didn't mind the food, except the egg and cheese sandwiches. I was just about to scrape the tangy cheese off mine when I heard the front door again. I froze in my tracks, and Myles stopped chewing. He had heard it, too. We both knew who it was.
There was only one person who ever came to the jail aside from Barney, and that was Chief Charlie Burns. You'd think the Chief of Police would be at the jail more, but he was usually too busy off doing rescues wi
The Strangest of Places [Rescue Bots]: Ch. ThreeChapter Three: Mother's DayThe Strangest of Places [Rescue Bots]: Ch. Three3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chase was the first one out of recharge, as usual, and he transformed into his bipedal mode, stretching involuntarily, as he often saw the humans do. Walking over to the other side of the bunker, footfalls echoing, he found himself in front of the video screen that resided along the wall. He bent over, pushing one of the buttons that led to the Chief's com line. After a few seconds of static, the bedraggled, pajama-wearing form of the elder man filled the screen.
The police-bot dipped his head. "Good morning, Chief Burns."
Charlie smiled, but to Chase's mind it seemed somewhat forced. "Hey, Chase. How's your morning been?"
"Nothing to report, sir," Chase informed him as the chief took a long swing of coffee from the mug in his hands. The bot then noticed his partner's obvious lack of uniform. "Chief Burns," he began, an optical ridge rising, "were we not supposed to go on patrol this morning?"
"Hm? Oh, no, not today, Chase," Charlie said tiredly, expres
The Age-Old Cure (Thor: The Dark World)Sometimes he wondered if there were truth to the myths.The Age-Old Cure (Thor: The Dark World)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
He lay on the couch, pondering the fruit in his hand as he ignored the flickering screen. Ostensibly, it played for him, another way to assimilate into this world of mayflies. In truth, his lady was happy to watch without him, and he was content so long as she sat near. He felt her bare legs shift beneath his head, and the tug at his roots pulled his thoughts back to his worries. He stared at the yellow thing in his hands.
“We’re not watching Snow White. You’re awfully interested in that apple.”
His eyes tried to flick up to her, but he dared not pull his cheek away from her cool knees to see. “I was thinking of the myths your people told of Asgard.”
“Apples? Wasn’t that a Greek thing?”
“Perhaps it was, but we have them. They are a staple of our cuisine, and aside from their golden color, are not unlike your apples. Humans saw them, and attributed to them our longe
The Promise in The Name (Transformers Bayverse)This story contains ending spoilers for all three films in Michael Bay's Transformers Witwicky trilogy, and some wanton speculation about the series. You have been warned.The Promise in The Name (Transformers Bayverse)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It is my honor to speak to you on this occasion. My friends seem to believe that I am best suited to this task. After all, the name that I have chosen for myself can be translated as “the best.” I recognize how that must seem arrogant, inappropriately vain for this joyous occasion. I mention it because it would be meaningless if not for those we are here to celebrate, who have given me not only my life, but the once-forgotten promise of my name.
Once, I was what you would call a dreamer, not unlike Sam. I always imagined, and sought, the best that I could for those around me. Like Sam, those efforts often brought suffering, at first. We are not here to mourn those I have failed, but they were many.
I was about to abandon hope when I met Sam. Though he was young, small, and relatively powerless
Rescue Bots - Leave BeKade walked around the Fire House, looked through each of the rooms, each of the hallways, before finally deciding that who he was looking for wasn't up there.Rescue Bots - Leave Be3 years ago in Humor More Like This
He walked over to the elevator, jabbing one button multiple times, impatiently. That did not change the speed he descended, much to his frustration. Kade exited at the bottom, entering the house's bunker, where many voices could be heard.
He walked through the room, noting who was there as he searched for someone in particular. He looked up at the two giant alien robots standing farther back. Boulder and Blades were talking, Cody seated on the helicopter's shoulder, trying to be quiet as they spoke. They chuckled, but Kade didn't know, or care, why. One of the Cybertronians wasn't there, though it didn't matter to the fireman. He continued forward, eyes finally locking onto a form laying dormant on the abnormally large couch.
Heatwave was laying on his
The Third Wheel (Transformers: Rescue Bots)Charlie smiled, nodded, and wondered if they knew how little he was getting.The Third Wheel (Transformers: Rescue Bots)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Boulder continued talking, yellow eyes lit up like flames, hands gesturing emphatically. Doc Greene tried to nod sagely, but the bobs came out with the eagerness of a puppy. Normally, Charlie could follow either one on his own. Normally, the verdant bot would simplify his explanation, or Greene would find a metaphor that worked. Tonight, they bounced ideas off each other so quickly that Charlie could feel his eyes darting back and forth, and his peripheral vision revealed subtle movements of his middle son’s head. Even Graham seemed stumped.
“We’ll have a working prototype soon, Chief. Then we’ll show you,” Boulder conceded.
“Sure. I should probably go help Cody with his homework tonight, anyway.” Charlie stood. “Doc, I was thinking of taking the boat out his weekend. You interested?”
Greene offered a nervous smile, “Sorry, old friend. Anna want
Dead Mechs Tell no TalesBlades was feeling pretty proud of himself. Earlier that day, he had managed to haul some weird, metal shark out to sea, away from the humans, and get away before it blew up. Of course, when telling the tale, he had left out the fact that he had gotten stuck and almost ended up going down with the ship, so to speak.Dead Mechs Tell no Tales3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That wasn't important though. What was important was that he had saved the day!
He smiled to himself as he headed for the rec. room onboard their ship, stepping inside- and squeaking as he was suddenly turned around by a hand on his shoulder, coming face to face with a rather displeased Chase.
"Blades, I am disappointed in you. What you did today was reckless and ecceeded the acceptable limit of danger." chided the older mech, his optics narrowed on the younger.
Pouting, the helicopter could only whimper out a weak reply, "I-I had to do something... That thing was going to explode, I needed to get it away from you guys, and the humans..."
The police car crossed his arms ove
To Say Anything (Transformers Bayverse)He had finished the notes for the meeting the next day hours ago.To Say Anything (Transformers Bayverse)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
He’d managed all the translation he could stand for the day: the archives of Cybertron would have to wait.
All of the treaty drafts, all the speeches and letters, sat aging, drifting far enough away that he could journey to them, discovering them anew.
Then he checked the chronometer, disappointed that hours remained between him and his recharge. He thought about trying to look lively, but what good would that do? As a larger, slower bot, no one expected Optimus to find any use on real patrols. His quick wit kept him awake as nimbler bots like Bumblebee walked the grounds, ready to call him for a coordinated response should what remained of the Decepticons strike.
So there he sat, his work done but his duty remaining, his only task to meet any danger with the response of the rested though rest would elude him until the dawn. So there he sat, with a world of things to do but none to do just then.