What is wrong with fan characters?So what is really wrong with having a fan character?What is wrong with fan characters?5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Apparently, theres something wrong with having one. And having one with a very developed story that intertwines with the characters of said fandom (assume its Naruto and I WILL destroy you). What really is wrong with having one is beyond me, but it seems if you do a few stories with fan characters, or original characters to be specific, the story will go unread.
Really, are you that shallow-minded?
Ive been writing fanfictions on and off for years now, since 2004, varying between what my interests were at that point. So YES I have a Naruto one, BACK. OFF. It was originally going to be a different story, but I got so pissed off with people saying it was amazing, I revamped it and now its just basically smut with a bit of a plot. And its STILL faved and commented on with a Continue please (insert annoyed s
Self EsteemYou do not use a mirror to reflect the inner beingSelf Esteem7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Character cannot be found by what the eye is seeing
Make-up and expensive things might mask surface flaws
But can't cover the mistakes behind superficial walls
You mustn't hear the others if they discuss all you lack
Opinions are lonely thoughts not understandable fact
Words and actions are alike, acting without conscience
Listen to the inner voice not retaliating nonsense
You cannot pick your family but you decide on your friends
People bring their influence whichever messages it sends
They either choose to cut you down or try to help you grow
But you allow manipulation with what they let you know
You should not judge your value by the talents you receive
Defining someone by their gift will forwardly deceive
Society doesn't separate those who can from who can't
Failure in particular gifts makes none insignificant
You shouldn't dwell on affection that you might obtain
Human beings show various ways of great love or disdain
Pitch x Reader - Whispers in the Dark Chapter I You are in your bedroom, sitting at your desk and staring out of your window into the night. The darkness looms about the neighborhood and your second story bedroom provides a great view of it. The moon shines through a blanket of clouds and brings light into your room. A sigh of content escapes your lips and you turn back to the glowing laptop screen atop your desk. A while ago, you were on a popular art website called DeviantART and were just checking out the latest Naruto fan art. You leave a comment on a killer picture of Sasuke fighting Itachi and log out, closing your laptop and getting up to stretch. The room goes dark for the clouds have obscured the moon and its glory. You couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought of the moon's light being swallowed by darkness. All these years your friends and even your own parents thought your fascination of darkness was a bit unnerving, and anyone who judged you either was verbally put down or got knucklePitch x Reader - Whispers in the Dark Chapter I1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Safe and SoundSandy let out a relieved sigh as he arrived at the Pole; tonight had been a good night. Little to no nightmares, calm weather, and he'd even gotten to hang around with Tooth in a few places. She'd finished earlier than him, and told him she'd be returning to the Pole for some rest. Sandy decided to do the same; North had announced that they could, and already had rooms set up specifically for each Guardian beforehand.Safe and Sound2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After cutting through the surprisingly calm workshop area, he entered the hall leading to their rooms. When he arrived at his door, though, he noticed North standing in front of it. The Russian man looked up at him as he arrived, blue eyes filled with worry.
"Sandy my friend, it pains me to trouble you, but…Bunny, he needs you. Pitch has been tormenting him all night. I did best I could, but it is a problem only you can solve."
Sandy's eyes were filled with worry as well, and he nodded, before hurrying off to the Pooka's room.
A few minutes later, he was hovering beside t
Mary Sue, Mary SchmueMARY SUE, MARY SCHMUE: WHY YOU SHOULD IGNORE THE LABELMary Sue, Mary Schmue5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Part One: It's Not As Bad As You Think
Any writer who has opened their work to criticism or posted their work on the Internet (oh wait, that's the same thing), has undoubtedly heard the term "Mary Sue." In all likelihood, you've heard this term because one of your characters has had this label thrown at them. Perhaps the fear alone of having your character turned into a dartboard for flamers has driven you to discover the definition of this term. In fact, it's likely that the fear of this label has altered your writing and characterization in some way. Has it driven you to be less shallow, and make your characters less shallow? Good! Has it driven you to think more carefully about your plot devices to make sure you're not pulling a Deus Ex Machina, and to keep a close eye on your characterization to make sure you're not derailing any of their personalities? Good! Has it driven you to b
MoonflowersMoonflowers1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
What actually did make him happy?
It was not something he’d thought about or even remotely considered in… Well it seemed to be bordering on forever now. Emotions such as happiness, such as being carefree or even jovial were not, well they were not in his repertoire of things to feel. Not even for a man like him, who felt things with a fierce intensity that he had expertly managed hide behind a snide grin with lupine teeth and hard void eyes.
Did he even remember what happiness felt like? Possibly. Was it a warm feeling? like sunshine kissing lush skin bronze as it dipped toward the horizon on a summer’s day? Or was it like it sinking into the near scalding water of a freshly drawn bath after being out in the cold? Where it would hurt as it licked at the skin, the body thinking it to be painful, to burn until it adjusted and realized that it was good, that it was life giving warmth, heat.
And did it have a color? Something in the spectrum of bur
Color -An AJxPitch Black Drabble-AJ organized the Skittles from their color. She was quiet, calm, yet she was truly focused. She had forgotten the world around her. She didn’t mind. The orange Skittles were in the lead of the amount. She was hoping for the yellow to win. She always liked yellow. It was brighter than any of the colors to her. She would never eat them or throw them away. They were sacred to her, like many other things.Color -An AJxPitch Black Drabble-1 year ago in Romance More Like This
She hummed a nonsensical song, rocking back and forth on the velvet carpet. Her room was dim-lighted and quiet, with only a small breeze blowing the silk curtains by her window. Shadows could hide easily in the dark corners. Something was waiting; waiting to pop out and consume the poor child into darkness. Yet, she paid no heed. She wasn’t bothered by the dark. At least, not anymore. She had a friend in the dark, and he was there with her.
The King of Nightmares loomed over her small figure, watching her fingers reach for the bag and pluck a random candy to place on the floor
Hush, hush, hush. [Pitch Black x Reader]Hush, hush, hush. [Pitch Black x Reader]2 months ago in Humor More Like This
(A/n: I kinda see Reader-chan as 18-20, Jamie 10-12 and Sophie 4-6)
You groaned as you flopped onto the couch in the living room. Mrs. Benet had left you to babysit Jamie and Sophie while she went out for a while. The two troublemakers suggested that they play hide ‘n’ seek for a while, and with the use of their puppy dog faces they had dragged you along.
Long story short, a while turned out to be hours.
To be completely fair, you were 86.34% sure that the kids were changing their hiding spots whenever they could.
You rubbed your pounding head with your index and middle fingers in a circular motion while trying to think of ways to draw the two out.
Suddenly an idea popped into your head and a devious smirk tugged at your lips.
You got up and straightened your clothes. After clearing your throat, you began singing and searching once more.
“Children have you ever met the Boogeyman before? No of course you haven’t for you’re much too good I’m sure. Don&
Shadow WaterWater flows in one direction. It never stills. It doesn't matter if it seems quiet. Deep beneath the surface, there is one ripple still flowing in that one direction.Shadow Water8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That direction is down.
Shadows flee in one direction. Unlike water, however, they sometimes still, and they are always quiet. This is what makes the heartless so feared. They flee from the light, like shadows, but instinct drives them to destroy that thing that they fear most.
Now, what if water and darkness were mixed? What would happen to the water? Could it attack like the heartless? Or would it continue to flow determinedly downward?
I still have no idea what brought this cascade of thoughts down upon me that day. Maybe it was the way the light struck the ocean, sending shafts of green-gold light piercing down through the surface and into the dark depths below. Maybe it was the way that as time wen
THE GLORY DAYS- IN MEMORY OF..THE GLORY DAYS---- IN MEMORY OFTHE GLORY DAYS- IN MEMORY OF..6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I used to RP.
How do you think I became such a good writer?
But as it stands, the days of my RPing are just a memory now, their glory gone only to be seen once more in a burst of nostalgia... ah we had such a time. There was just us, and no candid storyline, and all the action we could ever think of.
I can only tell you that RPing with my old friends was an experience like no other, one that I've never found in any other group. We KNEW what the other was thinking, we all were interconnected almost, one mind nearly. Such days are long gone, and I cannot help but miss them with all my soul, but I realize that those days are again, over, and I will never see days like that ever again.
Oh, how time has passed, and yet, I can remember every moment that we spent together, though in front of a computer, bodies inactive, but minds running at the speed of sound. An adventure unparalleled, a creative adventure, no limits, and all the time in the world. An ec
Homesick- a SasoDeiSasori was about ready to kill his partner.Homesick- a SasoDei7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It wasnt that Deidara was talking too much, or blowing things up. In fact, he hadnt disturbed Sasori the whole trip. Which was what was bothering the puppeteer. It was ironic, he thought, how he was annoyed both by his lovers talking AND the silence he had always sought for. Sasori figured it wasnt the silence itself that truly bothered him, but the idea of what the silence meant. Silence meant Deidara was thinking. And if Deidara was thinking this hard about something, most of the time it wasnt good. Sasori snuck a glance towards the fellow artist and felt a pit of worry form in his stomach at the dejected look on his face. He decided the best thing to do would be to express his concern. Before the silence drove him mad.
Brat, what are you sulking about now? Deidara scowled slightly, and Sasori reflected there were probably gentler ways to let his partner know he was worried.
YOU'RE MY DANNASasori looked up and down the hall before grabbing hold of a doorknob and ducking inside an empty room. The classroom was an old art room, abandoned and now used only for storage. He looked around in the dark until he saw what he was looking for. A blonde boy, by the name of Deidara.YOU'RE MY DANNA7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Deidara and Sasori had been going to the same school for years, but the red head doubted the blonde even knew about his existence. Theyd talked a little in class, played on the same team in P.E., all the usual stuff. But they never hung out, they never talked just for the heck of it, and they knew absolutely nothing about each other.
Well, that wasnt entirely true.
Sasori knew that the blonde had a speech impediment, and liked to let his hair stay long. Kids often teased him about it, even going as far as beating the poor kid up before or after school, calling him a freak. Hed often seen Deidara come into class with cuts and bruises on his body, with his trademark grin still painted on hi
DELAYEDDanna, un.DELAYED7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Im leaving for my mission now, un.
And? Sasori heard Deidara hmmph and turned around to see the blonde pouting. A goodbye Dei would be nice, un!
Alright, come here. Deidara walked over to the chair Sasori was sitting in and sat on his lap, receiving a hug and kiss. Better?
Slightly, un. Deidara sighed and leaned against Sasori. I dont wanna leave you, un.
Its just for two weeks, brat.
Im not a brat, un! Sasori chuckled and gave Deidara another kiss. Then quit acting bratty.
Deidara rose to his feet and walked to the door. Bye Sasori danna! With that he was gone.
Sasori turned his chair back around and returned to working on his puppets.
Finally, some peace and quiet.
The two weeks went by much faster than Sasori would have anticipated. He was almost upset when th
Road TripDeidara was not in the cheeriest of moods at the moment.Road Trip7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Itachi...you're being unfair. Un." He grumbled to his dark haired friend. "Please..."
"No, Deidara. For the last time." The Uchiha responded, not taking his eyes off of the long, Arizona road that lay stretched out before him as he drove.
Really, why did they listen to Hidan's bright idea? Driving from Texas to California instead of doing it the easy way and flying? That was ridiculous!
Male Bonding Time, he said...tch. They lived together, went to school together, occasionally fucked together...what more 'bonding time' did they need?
"Aw, c'mon, blondie! You're fine." Hidan assured Deidara as he peered back at the other from the passenger seat in the front of the car. "Just...sit back, relax. Take a nap or something."
"I can't, un!" Deidara protested, swallowing thickly and wrapping one arm around his stomach.
"Deidara. Stop faking. We are not going to stop just for you to puke up your lunch." Itachi said with a f
FREEZING part 2 PROMISESasori woke at the sound of a sneeze. He slowly opened his eyes, not quite ready to wake up. Deidara looked up at him, a sheepish grin on his face. Sorry, danna. I didnt mean to wake you, un.FREEZING part 2 PROMISE7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sasori sighed and stretched, forcing the blonde to slide off of him. No big deal, Deidara. We needed to head back early anyway, so its better that you woke me up early, instead of vice-versa. Deidara was the epitamy of an anti-morning person. Hed even gone as far as to throw bombs at people who dared to wake him too early. This had never happened to Sasori, but in the puppets mind, it was only a matter of time.
Deidara sneezed again, and Sasori gave him a concerned glance. His partner had been out in the rain for six hours the night before, and had gone to bed with a wet head. Dei, are you ok? he asked, reaching out to feel his partners forehead.
Of course, un! Deidara sprang out of the bed to prove it, which also moved
LOVE YOU, DANNAWhat did you just ask, brat?LOVE YOU, DANNA7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sasori and Deidara were currently sitting in their room, doing nothing out of the ordinary; Deidara was molding his clay, and Sasori was going back and forth between paperwork and his puppets. The duo had just returned from an extensive mission, so there was a pretty good chance that Pein wouldnt give them a new assignment for a few days, maybe even a week. Needless to say, the two artists were bored out of their skulls.
Deidaras mind had begun to wander around, finally coming to rest on a single thought that had been bugging him for a while. Too bored to let it go and far too curious to find out what the answer was, Deidara had finally voiced his question, much to Sasoris surprise.
You heard me danna. Do you ever get nightmares, un? Deidara was pretty sure the puppet master had dreams when he slept (with more then a few of them had involved Sasori whispering the blondes name in his sleep), but in the entire c
LOVE-HATECRASHLOVE-HATE7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shut the hell up, un!
I said shut up! Tobi was barely able to avoid the chair that was aimed at his head. The masked boy ducked as a bomb was thrown at him, shutting the door just as the wad of clay exploded, singing the door. The boy listened as he sempai gave a frustrated sigh from inside the room, followed by the sound of bedsprings creaking, indicating that the blonde was now seated on the bed.
In spite of the pain he felt in his heart, Tobi couldnt help but grin. Hed managed to get Deidara to talk again. And in the masked nins opinion, that was a huge accomplishment.
Ever since Sasori had died, the sculptor had been, well, mopey, to put it bluntly. He rarely left his room, unless he had a mission, and hardly ever spoke with another member. The only way Tobi could get any emotional reaction out of the bomber was to annoy him.
Tobi hummed to himself as he walked down into the kitchen. As long as he kept hi
Grind AwayWatch it through a foggy windowGrind Away5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Keep yourself alive
Did the heroes disappear
From this fragile life?
Goddesses, they walk among you
Walking on the nails
Grinding down the bones that hold you
Nothing stands you up
We take the blame
The pain that you feel
Why dont you die already
We know youll always heal
Back in the corner weeping
Tears upon the tiles
Grind your teeth and break your jaws
And still youll feel a smile
Nail me to the ground
Nail me to the wall
Watch me hurt
Watch me die
As you just grind away
Grind away (we see your face)
Grind away the hours
Till your bones are only dust
In the wind
Pitch wants jack to be like himNow I'm the king of the NightmaresPitch wants jack to be like him2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh, my power's grown so large
I've tormented children and men
But I plan to take charge
I wanna see the dark age, snowflake
And teleport right into town
And watch all the other men
I'm tired of jokin' around!
Oh, whoop de doo
I need to destroy you
I need to slaughter you
yet help you, too
You'll see it's true
Jack frost, I knew
That you want the dark ages too
( Geeze, Pitch
You're freak'n crazy
But I haven't even told you the best part, Frost
if you join me, we will always be believed in!
But I don't want to spread fear!)
Now just do as I say, snowflake
I'm trying to make you real too
What I desire at the darkest hour
To make my dream come true
Lend me a hand, snowflake
I know you want it too
Give me your ice to mix with my sand
So we can make it true
I need to destroy you
I need to slaughter you
yet help you, too
you'll see its true
Someone like me
Can help you be
Like someone like me
Can help me be
Like someone like you
Can help you be
First SnowLelouch shivered slightly, as made his way back home. It was a pretty uneventful night with the Black Knights, but he took advantage of that and got some business stuff out of the way. The only thing that managed to get accomplished (aside from preventing CC from killing Tamaki because he ate her last piece of pizza), was that they were obviously low on funds. He had a feeling that some of the members were taking advantage of the large amount of funds, but he had no idea that they would run this low.First Snow6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I need to start putting limits on them... he muttered, adjusting the case that held his Zero costume on his shoulder. This time, he was more than willing to head on home. The weather had drastically turned cold and his Zero garb wasnt really meant for the cold temperatures. Even his casual wear wasnt enough for the moment. He vaguely heard someone on the weather report that it was supposed to get colder. But I had no idea that it would start this quickly...
The Boogey Man. ( Reader x Pitch One-Shot)The Boogey Man. ( Reader x Pitch One-Shot)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was always so dark. Such a dark fairy tale that kids got goose bumps while speaking of him. Expect you, you were a fan of his misery, and his chaos in the dark ages. It was always so interesting. You finished researching about the evil ‘ boogey man’. You were laughing on how most bloggers described him. “ A Monster” This amused you to a far point of even chuckling about it. You shook your head and got off the internet, putting your laptop down and laying on your bed. When you looked out your window it was dark and damp. There was fog everywhere, kinda scary. You know all those things about the boogey man weren't true. They aren’t and never will be. How do you know? It’s very simple really.
It’s because you've already met the boogey man yourself
He wasn't a monster. He was Dark, Evil and surely will be the last guardian standing.
SMILE FOR MEItachi Uchiha was sitting on the couch in the living room of the Akatsuki base, trying to focus on watching the TV. This was made rather difficult first by the screams coming from Zetsus room, and then by a pair of arms wrapping around his neck. Can I help you?SMILE FOR ME7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hi Itachi, un, Deidara said, nuzzling the weasel gently. Whatcha doing, un?
Trying to watch TV, Itachi said in an irritated tone, hoping it would make the blonde go away.
Instead, Deidara merely climbed over the couch, flopping down next to the weasel. Can I sit with you, un?
Deidara grinned and sat up, snuggling into the Uchihas side. Thanks, un.
Itachi silently wrapped an arm around the blondes oh-so-feminine waist, pulling him even closer to the weasel. Deidara took this opportunity to climb into the Uchihas lap, snuggling into Itachis chest. Youre being awfully quiet, un, he remarked
FREEZINGSasori woke up in the middle of the night. He had no idea what woke him up; probably some bad dream, or the rain. It was pouring down out there in sheets, just as it had when he went to bed at 8. He reached an arm out to turn the digital clock around to face him: 2 a.m. He quickly pulled his arm back under the warm covers, determined to go to sleep. He stared at the wall for about ten minutes before flipping over so he now faced the window.FREEZING7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He saw a silhouette sitting outside the window.
Sasori didnt move; this person must be an assassin. But obviously not a very good one, or else he would have already noticed the puppet mans movements. Maybe it was his first big job. Sasori debated how to kill the person. It would be easiest to throw one of his poison knives at the man; but where was the fun in that? No, hed grab a regular kunai and slit the bastards throat, getting right in his face and seeing the guy realize with horror what was happening as he was murdered.
SLEEP SHIRTSasori was on the ground, looking around under his bed. Deidara, have you seen my shirt? Sasori knew as soon as the words left his mouth that he had asked a very stupid question.SLEEP SHIRT7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes, un, came a reply from behind him. Sasori turned around and looked up to see his blonde partner smiling and wearing the missing shirt.
Sasori sighed and rose to his feet. He really should be used to this by now. Deidara, why are you wearing my shirt again? The blonde seemed to be making a habit out of stealing Sasoris sleep shirts.
Deidara giggled. Cause theyre comfy and smell like danna, un. The same answer he gave every time Sasori asked him that question.
Sasori sighed again and sat on his bed. Deidara stole his shirts fairly often, usually after the article in question had been worn for a day or two, so it was softer and really did smell like Sasori. He was seriously tempted to put a lock on his dresser, but never actually got arou