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
you are beautifulGirl of sixteen years, and a problem she has gotyou are beautiful4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Boys at school were rating girls, and one said she wasn't hot
At home inside the bathroom, she looked at her face in the mirror
and grabbed the lotions and the creams just to make her pale skin clearer
The magazines showed all the models that were skinny and much thinner
So she went up to the toilet and threw up all her dinner
Stepping on the scale, she always checks up her weight
Looking in the mirror and always seeing what she hates
Her figure is frail and thin, but her head is full of lies
that she was still just way too fat, no matter how hard that she tries
She always used excuses that she "ate before she came"
or that "I'm not too hungry", "I don't eat that" is what she claims
Her friends would always worry because she never ate
But she never showed her weakness, always saying that she's great
But inside, she was dying, her secret kept away
Her dark eyes filled with sorrow as she hides it every day
She always wastes her money on th
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
*Your Dark Side* Pitch X Reader*Your Dark Side**Your Dark Side* Pitch X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pitch X Reader
~Requested By Crispurplehearts~
Since forever you’d been able to see things, every night you saw the Sandman bring dreams to people through your window. When you told people this they never believed you! Over years of torment over things you could see, it made you grow dark to what you called “Guardians.” This had made your heart black.
There was something about the dark that had always enchanted you. The way it moved, the way it whispered naughty things to you, the way it brought nightmares…
Everyone routes for the hero, but what about the Villain? The one who gave the hero a right to live, the one who gave the hero a peruse! Nightmares where one of your favourite things, laughing at those who believed there was always a happy ending, one’s who said “It was just a dream.”
While they were in their pathetic little dream world, you would sit by your window, beckoning the bringer of darkne
The Black Phantom - Chapter 1The Black Phantom - Chapter 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
It was that dream again.
I was clothed in a beautiful white dress, all in front a packed crowd at the Paris Opera House. Up above, seated in booths gilded with luxury and red velvet, sat three patrons, looking at me with pride in their eyes.
Glistening under the flicker of the lit candles at the forefront of the stage, I stared at the crowd, feeling strangely confident.
I opened my mouth and began to sing.
"Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said
once in a while -
please promise me
My voice was, as always, beautiful and melodic, floating through the theater.
As I sang, I felt my soul begin to take flight...inside my heart, I could feel strong emotions stirring there. Oddly, I felt the tragedy of the song deep within my core, and pausing for breath, I continued to pronounce the lyrics.
"When you find
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
spare a thought
for me ..."
I continued the song,
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.
An Odd child11 years ago...An Odd child2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A little girl at the age of 5 laid on the floor and continued to draw with a black crayon. She had big green eyes with brown around the pupils, long black hair, bangs cut just above her eyes, thin eyes brows, one with a small scar, and light tan skin.
A big brown and yellow dog laid in front of her with his head rests on his paws as he watch the child with his big brown eyes. The little girl picked up the pink crayon and starts coloring as the god stood up and began to growl.
"Huh? Whats wrong Bart?" she asked him sitting up, a chuckle was hear and she turned around to face a very tall man with grey skin. He was dressed in a black robe and had spiky black hair. He smelled of smoke, and was as thin as the child crayons, he had long claw like nails, and golden eyes, the girl stared into the pools of gold speechless.
"Well well... it would appear, you can see me Little one..." The man knelt down to her level as the dog started to bark, the little girl didn't move, nor did
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-11 months 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
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
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
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
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.
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
EntomophobiaEntomophobiaEntomophobia6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jack had seen some odd things since joining up with Yuseis group, but this had to be the oddest.
Yusei was acting very oddly. Usually, that would have been normal, since the other boy had a tendency to seem completely uncaring one moment and burst out laughing the next. Jack had often wondered whether they should find a psychologist or something to take him too, except that there were no psychologists in Satellite.
And he wasnt sure he could tolerate Yusei looking at him with betrayal, which he surely would if they did that.
Now, Jack was seriously considering it. As soon as breakfast was over, Yusei would leave to start working on the D-Wheel. Usually, he wouldnt leave the garage until dinner and then only if Rally dragged him out. He would often fall asleep beside it and Jack would have to carry him back home so he could get a proper nights rest.
Today had been different. A couple thugs had been hanging around the garage, so theyd had
the ugliest parts of me are not something you cani do not want youthe ugliest parts of me are not something you can2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to lower your head
and flutter your eyelashes across my scars.
i do not want you to brush your lips over them
while whispering "pretty, pretty, pretty"
like you are a mouthpiece for the world--
like the world did this to me.
i do not want you to cover them in compliments
so that you don't have to look straight at them.
there are monsters inside of me.
i do not want you to love them.
LOVE YOU, DANNAWhat did you just ask, brat?LOVE YOU, DANNA6 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
The funniest thing_RotG ficIt had been some years since we defeated the Nightmare King, my ‘duties’ as a guardian didn’t change too much, except maybe for the fact that there was now people that could actually see me. I was so glad! Being a guardian didn’t drained my freedom away. Now I was complete: I had friends, family… and some adopted little siblings… and with that, I mean my first two believers...The funniest thing_RotG fic2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In all this time, I’ve done everything in my power to guarantee their happiness, like that time when Jamie had an important exam some months ago… He passed the entire night studying and (naturally) didn’t get enough sleep. So… I used some of my “influences” to make it snow just enough to cancel classes, and he had the exam the next day. HAHAHA! I still have his expression fresh in my head! That day, when I went to check on him, I turned his alarm off, in order to help him sleep as much as he should…and when he woke up he thought he
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