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So what is really wrong with having a fan character?

     Apparently, there’s something wrong with having one. And having one with a very developed story that intertwines with the characters of said fandom (assume it’s 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?

     I’ve 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 it’s just basically smut with a bit of a plot. And it’s STILL faved and commented on with a “Continue please” (insert annoyed sigh here).

     It seems that if you cannot “blend in” with what everyone else is doing, your work, and your characters you spent a lot of time on, just plain suck. On top of that, if it’s not yaoi, it sucks.

     Let me elaborate before your mind blows up with rage.

     I’ve loved Yu Yu Hakusho the longest out of any of the other animes I’ve ever watched. Just something about the story line and the character developments that really got to me. And yes, I fell for the damn bad-ass bishie boy, just like many others. Sue me. Thus, my friends and I (this is in 2004-2005 mind you) would write silly little tales, and so our characters were created.

     Nowadays, after rewatching the series for like the fourth time, I’ve got great ideas for stories for the aftermath kind of thing, but no one will even touch the stories. If it’s not a yaoi pairing, it’s not good. Think I’m jumping to conclusions? Look at the Yu Yu Hakusho section on You’ll see I’m being serious.

     Even if by some lucky chance someone does read it, they accuse me of making Shakaku (my OC that I created back in the day) a total Mary Sue.

     Ooooh doesn’t that just piss anyone off?

     But I can go into detail on how she’s no different from any of the characters on that show. Yes, she is a dragon/fire hybrid of a demon. Yes, she is a princess (though refuses to take the throne, what with her father still alive and her people hating her for not being a pure-blood), and yes, she loves black. Yes, she has a bad past. But look at each character on that series and tell me they can’t be considered “mary-sue-ish” in that sense. What was the male version, Gary-Stu’s? Eh, whatever. Yusuke dies and comes back with spiritual awareness. Woo, ok believable. Then, every case, he grows stronger, when he’s really not even supposed to, breaking the limits of a normal human at most times. Ok, getting a little too out there. Then, even further on, we come to find out he’s descended from one of the LORDS of Demon World, and thus a demon himself. In a way. Ok people, isn’t that just a bit out there? I think we can let my girl slide on being descended from a Dragon Lord, hm?

     Kurama was once a thief of the highest class. A fox that slowly progressed into a demon. Hm… well alright. We’ll go with it. He’s almost killed but narrowly escapes to human world, possessing the fetus of a woman. … Sounding a bit odd yet? THEN he can unlock his powers, but not in full. Blahblah, seeing my point yet? It’s with his odd background of how he even became a demon that Sha can slide with being half dragon and half fire.

     Hiei is the perfect example of a Gary-Stu or whatever the hell you want to call those things. The troubled past that EVERYONE seems to hate in fanfictions, he gets sympathy for. Uh-huh, so my dragon-girl committing mass murders because her mate was killed makes her a Mary-Sue. Puh-lease.

     I think I made my point with how people need to think further on the original characters of the series before they pick on the original characters of the fans. They’re not as far-fetched as you’d seem.

     What makes a good fanfic, in my opinion, is being able to get into the anime character’s minds, taking on their personas and being able to work with it, tweaking it just to get the end result you want but not make them someone totally different. Along with that, it takes well-developed original characters to make the story move along.


     … *wiggles finger in ear* Watch a series very, very, very closely. No where, in the entire series, the entire 112 episodes of Yu Yu Hakusho does it say say, or even hint at, that Hiei and Kurama are totally involved. Hell, watch episode 111, that will kill any dream of any yaoi fanatic. Of Hiei giving the tear gem to Kurama to pass back on to Yukina.
Kurama: I’m flattered, but I’m really not interested in you like that.
Hiei: It’s not for you!

     Seriously, watch, you’ll learn something.

     And where in Naruto does it say that Itachi wants to shag his own brother? Hm? I’d like to see where that is even CONSIDERED. That’s another thing I want to delve into but not yet. Where in it does it suggest Naruto and Sasuke want to bang each other senseless? Show me, where in Rurouni Kenshin does Kenshin and Sanosuke admit they want to be more than friends? And just because of this “fantasy” world, all the good fanfictions are getting over-looked because “it’s not full of gay sex”. Alright, awesome. Go watch a gay porn and tell me how hot that is. A guy taking it from behind up the Hershey Highway, grunting and groaning and sweating as another guy is straining away at it. Tell me how sexy that is. Ooh baby, right?

     Ok, so what brought about this “incest is awesome” thing, hm? INCEST IS WRONG. Have you ever looked at a sibling and said “Yeah I want a piece of that ass”. Do it, I dare you. Even if you have a sibling or cousin of the same sex. Do it. Tell me, what’s so alluring of Dante and Virgil clawing at each other? What’s so amazing about Itachi doing Sasuke? What is so captivating of any pairing like that? Do you have repressed feelings for a sibling of your own? Really, I just can’t understand this one. Feebs, ElvenAngel, has done amazing fanfictions with her OC Tess and Dante. I know because I’ve betaed a few, and even gone out of my way to read a few others. Honestly, Tess is so well-rounded she’s an amazingly believable character, and a believable source of Dante’s Achilles Heel. But her work is scorned just as mine is because “Dante isn’t banging his brother”. Oh get over yourself. These are the people who will read a yaoi even if the grammar and spelling suck. … Really? I mean come on.

     Anyway, figured I’d rant a little, because I really don’t understand why some amazing work is over-looked, just because one of the anime or game characters hooks up with an OC. If it’s a believable situation, and the anime/game characters are still totally in character, … well what’s the real problem? Apart from “THEY’RE NOT TAKING IT UP THE ASS”. *twitch* Honestly, give some believable stuff a chance. You never know what you’ll find.
Hell if I know where to put rants.

Anyway, I've just been hating recently that my characters I've spent years rounding, are hated just because it "interferes with a non-existing relationship".

Excuse me you rabid yaoi fangirl. Maybe if you'd pull your head out of dreamland you'll try something new instead of accusing every OC "interfering" of being a Mary-Sue.

Had to get this off my chest.
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Just a simple Wallpaper of Dir en Grey's Kyo

EDIT 07/02/09
If you're going to fave this old five-minute image, then leave a comment please. I still don't see why this is my most-faved image, so let me know why. Really, since it confuses me. O_o

Edit 01/16/10
Now that this will be seen even more because of ~cadkitten 's group, I'd like to request you click my name to see the rest of my gallery. :)
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An answer to a request/art trade from the awesome ~JayaLaw, who wanted a family portait of Hana, Drago, and Pitch. I put way too much into this XD. This is also part of my submission for day 20 of the One True Pairing challenge, dancing. The rest is as follows, and I hope you enjoy the story. :)
I am looking for feedback, so comments would be wonderful, on both the story and the image. 

Day 20


There was a bedtime routine I loved to do with my son whenever he wanted it. Through the years he had been raised as one would expect from his parentage. However, that didn’t stop me from introducing him to films I had found in the century I was alone in Germany, ones I fell in love with. There was one in particular he admired above the rest, due to, as he described it, “a cool story of a knight rescuing a pretty girl and fighting an awesome dragon.” He would grab the old tape from his then growing collection and thrust it in my hands before getting comfortable on his bed, waiting for me to join him.

This started when he was two, and even now at eight he still enjoyed it, even though he had begun to ask for it less and less. It broke my heart knowing he was still steadily growing, but it let me value the moments he would still ask his Mommy to join him for the movie, to sing the parts of Aurora. These would be mornings where his father had still not come back. I don’t think Drago had ever let his father know he still enjoyed these moments as well. Despite the fact he held half his blood, Drago knew his father was dangerous. And scary. Not that Pitch would do more than flick him on the nose when the boy was mischievous or just give him a look. He said it was effective parenting to not let your child know you wouldn’t actually hurt them. I would just roll my eyes and let him do as he wished.

“You brushed you teeth, right?” I said, pulling down his sheets while he looked through his movies to decide what to watch for the morning.

“Yep, did everything I was supposed to.” I saw him hesitantly reach out for a familiar cover, looking at the case tilted towards him for a moment. He nodded and took it from the shelf, facing me with a small smile.

I tilted my head to his small TV setup. “You know how it works.” I listened to him fast forwarding the tape while I pulled down the other side of his sheets to lie on. It was an effective solution to when I had to leave after he fell asleep. He grabbed his large, black stuffed bear and hopped into bed, leaning against my side while the movie started. He would ask small questions and I would answer to the best of my ability. He would comment on why he thought Maleficent was bad, but not as bad as everyone made her seem. I always smiled at his observations as he learned more through the days. When he learned it was a great disgrace to not be invited to view the royal baby in the 1300s, even if you were an enemy of the crown, he stood up for the woman, saying her anger was justified and that the King and Queen deserved it.

From the mouths of babes.

He scrunched his nose at the screen, a nose he had inherited from me. His face was thoughtful. “She’s like Dad in a way.”

I frowned and looked at the screen. “How so?”

“The others pushed him away. Didn’t accept the fact he did things differently. Like, so what if he’s scary? He’s still someone. He isn’t evil all the time.”

I smiled and ruffled his hair. “I suppose not.”

“And wouldn’t the fairies know how to do stuff without magic by now? They were doing this longer than I’ve been alive.”

“We don’t talk about plot holes. We enjoy the movie.”

He fell quiet again, but the silence didn’t last long as he giggled.

I smirked. “What’s so funny, buster?”

“I imagined Dad as a dragon. It would be funny.”

“Oh no, don’t let him hear that, you’ll give him ideas! He’s a nightmare enough as a man.” I poked his side and he twitched and giggled. “Besides, do you know what sort of damage he would do trying to navigate the halls?” I tickled him again. “It would be like setting Onyx, Hessian, and Bellini loose all at once, chasing Vlad.” I frowned again. “I can’t think of what makes them chase that old ‘bat.” I shrugged and started tickling him more, making him wiggle.

“Mom!” he cackled. “Quit it!”

“Not until you’ve rid yourself of that dreadful image! You know how he goes digging in our heads for fun.”

He kicked at me with his bare feet, but I felt nothing. “Alright, alright! It’s gone! I swear!”

I stopped suddenly and faked gasped with the movie. “Why, it’s my dream prince!” I hefted him in my arms, glad his weight was light, and took him to the center of his room, putting him down. I bowed. “Your highness!”

“Mom,” he whined. “I’m getting too-“

“You’re never too old to dance with your mother. Don’t make me feel my age. Besides, you like it, don’t lie.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled. “Ok.” He did always like this part, even when he was a toddler. The whole thing was engraved in our memories.

I had to thank the hundred years of seclusion for giving me a decent singing voice to entertain my son. “You know I’m really not supposed to talk to strangers. But we’ve met before.” I bent down and took his hands in mine as we spun. “I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true, that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.”

He giggled with me as we danced along with the steps to the film. “You’re so weird, Mom.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the music. I opened them in confusion as he stepped away, a bit of fear in his eyes. At the same time, much stronger hands led me into the rest of the steps of the song. My heart stopped, but the fear in Drago’s eyes melted. “We weren’t expecting you home so soon, Oogie.”

Pitch chuckled and looked to Drago as he turned me around for a proper posture. “I’m sorry, my boy, I’m stealing this dance.”

Drago bowed in return and backed away. “I know when to share.”

His fluid motions never failed to amaze me as he led me through steps I wasn’t even aware he knew. “How long were you there for?”

“Long enough. Come now, have a bit of fun.”

I rolled my eyes but smiled. If he was in a good mood, it meant the night had gone very well. Drago laughed and clapped. “You never cease to surprise me.”

“Eternity is a long time. We have to try to keep things interesting in ways we would never expect.” He spun me before pulling me back into a sway. “Otherwise we’ll need another hundred years apart, and I’d rather not have to figure out visiting rights for the boy for that long.”

I laughed. “Keep doing things like this, and eternity won’t be long enough, Oogie.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Princess.”

I stuck my tongue between my teeth. “Queen last I checked.”

“I did give you that promotion, didn’t I?”


He cackled. “Such language.”

“Oh I’ll be more colorful later on.”

He crossed my arms over my chest as the song faded and the movie continued on, pressing against my back as he still held my hands. “I look forward to it.”

I looked to Drago, seeing him frown. “What’s wrong, Drago?”

“I’m still the prince, right?”

I laughed and nodded as my shoulder was used as a headrest. “Yes, you still play the role of a prince. And you get to rescue a damsel in distress from the forces of evil.” I frowned. “Or forces of good in our situation?”

“You fight forces,” Pitch offered, seeming to decide the posture was indeed comfortable. “Rescue damsels. Do manly things in between. It’s all in the manual.”

I elbowed his ribs. “Here’s the first thing you can fight.”

To my surprise, the boy’s eyes lit up. He raced around us and dove into the shadows leading under his bed. He returned not a moment later with a wooden sword and shield. “Have at thee, evil villain! I shall win fair lady’s heart!”

I couldn’t repress the smile on my face as Pitch perfectly played the role of both father and villain. “Ye will never succeed! Thy princess is mine.” He let me go and made a harmless sword from the shadows. He stepped in front of me.

“You shall fall this day!”

I stepped back and watched in amusement as they clashed “swords” around his room. I knew for a fact Pitch was letting his son win. He wouldn’t have been alive and done half the things he did if a sword was not an extension of his arm. My smile only broadened at that fact. They danced around each other, parrying and blocking, throwing teasing words here and there. All the while their damsel became more interested in the movie again. I resumed my place on the bed, glancing at their play every now and again.

After awhile they called a truce and Drago crawled in next to me again, reaching for his bear before laying his head on my lap again. To my surprise, Pitch slipped in on my other side. Drago looked up at him. “Does this make me girly? Liking this movie?”

“You’re allowed to like what you wish,” he answered. “I don’t see why it would make you appear more feminine.” He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. “Besides, isn’t the queen of this the most evil villain they’ve come up with?”

“One of them,” I answered, taking the opportunity to rest on his arm. “Enjoy what you want to enjoy, Drago. No one is judging you.”

“I liked seeing you two dance,” he answered, throwing me for a loop. He looked up at us with his pale gold eyes. “I like it when you’re nice to each other. It means we’re not a completely evil family.”

Perceptive as always. I looked as my shoulder was nudged. “Should give him what he enjoys, Hana.”

I took his hand as he offered it, sliding off the bed. My nightdress billowed as I was spun and I laughed. “As if I have a choice.”

“I won’t bite. Much.”

Drago laughed from the bed as we moved to a waltz in our heads, helped by the movie still playing. The boy’s request was a strange one, or so it seemed at first. When I thought about it, I realized we weren’t a conventional family. We acted nothing like many of the mortals we had shown him. There were no “Hi honey, how was your day” or “Darling, can you take out the trash” comments being thrown about. We rarely said we loved each other, and even rarer did we show it around others. He usually had to be either extremely intoxicated or comfortable. It was usually the first. The truth was, we didn’t need it. We weren’t a cutesy couple with a white picket fence, a stable marriage, and two perfect children, with a pet dog snoozing in a sun spot in the living room. In front of others, we were usually neutral to each other. Nothing needed to be said or done in those situations. We’re practical. No sense getting worked up over another living person to the point you might as well have a harlequin romance written about your life.

No, there was no fawning, the sweet nothings were uncommon, endearments that he actually meant almost never happened. I had the pet name for him, but he had nothing for me. The closest he had to one was my real name, my mortal name, just as I used his from time to time if I was extremely angry with him, or I wanted him to go faster and harder.

I chuckled and dropped my gaze to his chest. “We don’t do this often enough for me to remember you know how to do this.”

“I like to keep it special.” He tilted me a bit, his hand to the small of my back. “Besides, haven’t we done this dance before?”

I frowned. “When?” His grin made me realize what he meant. “Don’t you even—“

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.

He spun me, keeping my back to him as I started laughing at his not horrible attempt. I heard Drago’s giggle join mine. “You’re hopeless.”

“Who am I do deny the wishes of a prince? Even the darkest of creatures have to keep to promises and wishes, especially those of children.”

We both looked down as a small hand tugged our clothes. We shifted to take those in our hands, letting the boy join in. I honestly couldn’t stand the public displays of affection, but at home, they were valued for how rare they were. The moments the Boogeyman would be so charming were infrequent enough that I wouldn’t trade the dreams the memories gave me for anything. He squeezed my hand and we exchanged a knowing grin. We never had to say a thing. Our subtle actions were just enough to make each day unique.

He swept his son up on to his hip, swaying around the room with his young prince reciting the movie here and there. I spent the time straightening out his room, smiling at the strange arrangement. The room flickered with the light of the fireplace, casting shadows on the far stone walls. As I put his toys away, I watched the pair as his father’s pace fell to a slow rock, and the child had gone quiet.

“It makes me wonder…” I muttered, closing the bin for the toys.


“What sort of father you were as a human.” I turned to face him. “If you’re this compassionate as the physical manifestation of fear and darkness, what were you like as a soldier, Kozmotis?”

He smiled and scoffed. “Just about the same I bet.” He glanced up at me. “Flesh and blood mean everything. To those who deserve to be protected, that is.”

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, an amused smirk on my face. I watched as he transferred Drago to the bed, pulling his sheets up to his chin. “So you really don’t mind he enjoys this stuff still?”

“Why would I? It’s not harming anyone.” He got up and turned the TV off. “So long as he keeps to the shadows, I wouldn’t care if he paraded around in a dress.” He put a hand on my waist and used his other to hold mine, pulling me into another silent waltz as we sank into the shadows to our own room for the day.

I put my head to his chest, hearing his heart and taking in his scent from scaring humans all night. “Are you sure you’re evil incarnate?”

Shadows slipped from his form behind him, several pairs of eyes opening within it. An inhuman hiss escaped from the darkness. “Pretty sure.”

I chuckled as the darkness returned to his body. “I suppose the strongest of creatures still has a weakness.”

“Which not many know. Not many need to know.”

I pulled away and walked on the balls of my feet to bed, my hands clasped behind my back. I bit my lip and looked back at him. “Which makes it all the more intimate to know. And it’s nice, knowing we share a weakness.” I slipped under the sheets as he went to his side and stripped down. “I couldn’t live without my family either.” We both got comfortable for the day, giggling as I felt something slithery run over my stripped socks. “Not tonight,” I said with a hum. “My eyelids are getting heavy as it is.”

“Have it your way. Though there are other ways…”

I didn’t even dwell on it as I drifted off for the day. He joined me in my dream, leading me through a waltz in the dark halls of what remained of the audience chamber in the lair. Even with the silence and the sanctity of our room now that Drago was old enough to not barge in unannounced, this was where we were truly alone. There were no judgments, no boundaries, no one else. Everything that was said and done in the dream plane was ours and ours alone. And I cherished the fact that the experiences could never be forgotten.

I moved my hands under his arms to hold on to his shoulders. He slowed his pace while I closed my eyes and leaned on his chest. His hands rested on my hips and I felt a chuckle reverberate through him, made even creepier by the echo of the dream plane.

I didn’t bother looking at him. I was too content with the swaying circles he was leading us through. “And what do you find so amusing, Oogie?”

“The fact that we were able to produce someone like Drago. A dance is such an innocent request of a child.”

“He doesn’t have the sweetest of parents, you know. Wanting us to act normal every once in awhile isn’t too outrageous.”

“I suppose not.” I opened my eyes as he tilted my chin. “So, Princess Aurora, what is that song you sang once upon a dream?”

A breath of a laugh escaped my nose. “I’m not singing anymore. Besides, that’s a Drago privilege, not a Pitch one.”

“Ooh, then what privileges do I get?” His grin turned wicked and I felt a slither of shadows run down my back. “Pleasurable ones, I hope.”

I met his sinful grin. “Mm, down boy. Not yet. I’m enjoying this.”

I wasn’t expecting him to withdraw the tendril. I was expecting it to go further. Instead he pulled it back into his body and resumed the dance. “Whatever my Queen desires.”

I chuckled as he let me relax against him again. We would always be a strange family to everyone else, but for us, I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Once upon a dream indeed…

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Setting: RE5

Background Story: You know how one player can hold the shotgun, and so on with the other arsenal of weaponry? Alright, now do you also know how there are both spiders that try to eat your face, and then just normal spiders? Good.
Now my friend Becky (the wolf) was playing, all normal, then turns a corner, sees a normal spider, freaks, and shoots it with the shotgun... and misses.

Yes, that's not a shotgun. Fear my horrible gun skills.
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Finished now. I'm happy. ^^
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Day 2 of the 30 Day OTP Challenge. The prompt was "Cuddling Somewhere". Which is very hard to think of considering his... personality. Though I suppose given the relationship, he'd have his moments.
Now to work on the next one.

Pitch Black©William Joyce and Dreamworks
Hana Eve© me
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30 Day OTP Challenge
Day 6: Wearing Each Other’s Clothes
"Wicked Little Temptress, Aren’t You?"
I keep messing with his style in each of these I’m noticing… W/e. I love drawing Hana’s socks. <3 And she enjoys stealing his coat.
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- You look like a crow, Pitch!

- It looks like you want to have some fun, Jack…

- I’m not afraid of you!

- And you should….…
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lmfao, simple wallpaper I did from a screenshot from Manson's "Tainted Love" video. the only good shot you'll ever got of Joey in a music video I suppose. With the black markings on his mask anyway.
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Finished version of [link] which is an improvement of [link]
A much needed improvement. I tried out a few ways to do this on the wacam monitors at school, but I only could get it to work right if I did some lineart. So I did that and I'm happy with this. The pose is from =Falln-Stock 's [link] so thanks a lot for the photo!
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