So You've Created a Mary SueSo Youve Created a Mary-SueOne day while browsing on deviant Art or even Fanfiction.net you get a really great idea to create your own Original Character (OC). So cool, right? You make him/her for your favorite fandom so you can draw or write them it, its like youre in the series. You can make your favorite sexy anime guy or beautiful girl fall head over heels in love. You quickly write everything you would like if you were in that fandom and upload away. Thats when you get your first comment or review. As soon as you open it the room catches fire and you are incinerated within the depths of a Flame. A flame is a type of review or comment that is left usually to bash one writing or drawing and hold little to no constructive criticism to help with improvements. Thats when you realized you have been infected by the dread disease of creating a Mary-Sue. Whats the first thing you should do, throw it out right? wrong! Just like learning to
SOTM-8 ReunionsChapter 8: ReunionsKatsura just stood in one spot completely and utterly dumbfounded. She must have fallen asleep and was dreaming or she could have gotten heat stroke from the traveling and was actually in the hospital unconscious for all she knew. There was no way humanly possible that she was actually seeing her teammate that died over two years ago right now at this moment. She couldn't respond or anything at this time. Jubei just smiled and walked up to the girl, she noticed that there were two ANBU members standing in the back, keeping on eye on him. Katsura recognized one as being her mother.The 'dead' ninja just wrapped his arms around her in a big hug. Katsura could feel his body heat and feel the gently pounding of his heart. He was alive and that was an undisputed fact. She returned the hug with great vigor and never wanted to let go. She smiled so wide she felt like her face would break and started to weep."Don't go and cry on me now, or else I might have to leave." He s
DPML- Ch21: A New BeginningTalkingThinkingThe Devil in the Pale MoonlightChapter 21: A New BeginningPapers cluttered the desk piling high over the head of the person sitting on the chair scribbling frantically to get as much done as humanly possible. Another entered the room with a pile of papers in her hands, her glasses sipped a bit down the bridge of her nose and her hair was messed up in the bun she wore. She placed the pile at the edge of the desk and gave a long sigh resting her arm on top of the pile.Heres the latest work you requested Kazekage-sama. Minagi informed but the other just gave a small nod of the head. The secretary looked out of the corner of her eye to see what he was working on, instead she saw a scroll laying across the desk. She smirked at seeing the signature. So is that the latest letter from your little girlfriend? Gaara gave no reply but his pen paused for a second. Well I hope she will be able to visit you
The promise"The Promise"Fandom: Doctor WhoBy Wicked WriterHe promised. He gave me his word. I trusted him, maybe I was foolish. Its just all so mesmerizing, even I got swept up in it for a bit and they were happy. I figured everything would end up alright, it always did. They returned every time, nothing could stop them. I was wrong. Sometimes happy endings are never meant to be. I don't blame him, maybe I did I first but not anymore. They needed each other, all of them, whether they wanted to admit it or not. But I guess some promises are just too impossible to keep.
Just A GameJust A GameFandom: Sherlock/Doctor WhoBy: Wicked Writer"Tick Tock"His head pounded with the fury of an unrelenting battle raging in the depths of his skull. His vision was blurred and could not focus on anything, save for a small red pile of something on the ground. What was that? He went to reach out his hand to touch the liquid but realized that his hands were bound behind his back. This was the first realization he was able to form through the beating of his mind. He was tied up, to a chair presumably."Tick Tock"He realized that the red liquid was none other then blood, maybe it was his own. It would explain the splitting headache he had. He leaned back into the chair and let his head flop back, this fuzzy vision focused on a light above it. A little clique wasn't it? A dark room with a single light. Its not like he hasn't been in this situation a thousand times, and this would certainly not be the last either. He finally looked across the room and at a shadow that could barel