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Welcome to the third edition of my Fan-Fiction-Tastic News!
With Christmas and the other solstice holidays fast approaching, I'm in need of season-appropriate Daily Deviation suggestions! Please note me your suggests. I'd love to have them. Of course, I'm always interested in any DD suggestions you have.
Here are the Daily Deviations I've featured from the month of November!
His Buddy, Optimus"His Buddy, Optimus"
I'm Baggie. I used to live by the dumpster behind that Fancy Italian Restaurant off the corner of Broadmore 'n' 33rd street. The kids called me Baggie 'cause I carried a worn out plastic bag with me ev'rywhere I went. Inside were trinkets I've had with me since I can remember.
There was a tarnished, golden ring inside, flat as the cracked sidewalk I lived on. I think I stepped on it once, but I still carried it in my bag. I think it belonged to my dad, if I had a dad. At least, I'd like to think it came from my dad, 'cause I don't remember.
There was also this red book with pages torn up 'n' stained so bad you couldn't tell what was on 'em. There's a faded picture of a white rabbit wearin' cloths on the cover of it. I can't read, but I still carried it in my bag. I liked to look at the pictures inside sometimes at night before I went to bed. I dunno why, but I always felt pretty darn happy after seein' some of the pictures of thos
A Twenty-Year BridgeIt used to be that I would throw myself in front of you at the slightest provocation. Take the blow, bear the brunt of the force, push you back out of the way. Attack, bloody everything and everyone around me as long as you weren't hurt. As long as it was me. Because I loved you.
And then...so much happened. Life...everything...got in the way. In the end, we chose separate paths, and you said it yourself: "You're choosing a path I can't follow!" When you told me I was breaking your heart...you broke mine.
And now I'm laying here, strapped to the table, and I hear him say it...hear him say that you're gone...that I killed you...all my fault...
My heart shatters, the previous so-called "breaking" having left me totally unprepared for this soul-crushing, breath-stealing pain. Someone is screaming and someone is laughing as metal screeches and the ground shakes with my rage, with my pain. I feel sharp stabbing in my abused knees--No, that's not right, I don't have
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Echoes - Resident EvilPiers had no regrets as he watched Chris punch and pound at the glass separating them. He had a single goal when he injected himself and that was to get Chris out alive. Chris was the real hero in all this, after all. He had been fighting for much longer than Piers and Chris deserved to see his own true potential. Piers may have been good but Chris Redfield was irreplaceable as Captain and Piers knew that.
The B.S.A.A needed Chris. Hell, the world needed Chris and Piers would be damned if he didn't get him out alive. One of them had to survive and Piers was long lost from the moment that needle pierced his skin, even if Chris didn't see it—but Chris was too much of a hero to see it.
Chris Redfield never gave up. He was optimistic, borderline in denial, but it was enough to keep Piers fighting for his life just to get Chris to safety. All he needed to do was get him into that little pod and everything would be okay, that is all that mattered.
"Piers! No, don't do this!"
Oh but he had to
Being HumanHe had long since gotten over his fears of wormholes and raining Viking Gods from the sky. He had even managed his crippling dependence on his suits. His suits… Yes, he tinkered still, but it was nothing like he had once done, but his lack of tinker-time was not what made him wake out of a restless sleep. Dreams of ripped apart time and space were not what pushed him into screaming fits during the night. No, none of that was the case, though it would be reasonable to assume so.
What he feared most was the woman that lay next to him every night. Sometimes she would wake up when he did, but recently she had resigned herself to sleeping through his nightly fits. There was nothing she could do to stop it, he knew that. He also liked to think of himself as a completely independent man, but as he got up for the fifteenth time that night, he began to envy Pepper's ability to sleep throughout the night.
How could she not worry? In his single life, he had, had hardly any fear. He could r
TSoD 01 A Call to Arms Confusion creased Harry’s face as, once more, he walked the halls of his alma mater. Hogwarts hadn’t changed in the twenty years since he had left it. It had been just about two decades since the darkest of evil wizards, Voldemort, had tried and failed to take over the wizarding world and damages to Europe had been heavy and extensive. Though for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, reconstruction took only a few months after the wicked man’s death as all of the wizarding community gathered to restore one of the most important institutions in Europe.
But now, many years later, Harry stood before the entrance to Gryffindor Tower waiting for the familiar fat lady to ask for the password to allow him entry. Instead the portrait swung open for him without question, making his skin tingle with warning and his stomach twi
Watchers and Dancers
Of two sisters, one is always the watcher, one the dancer. --Louise Glück
1. Sleeves and Snowflakes
A passing stranger might have thought a riot was taking place at the high school. Shouts rang out, lockers banged, engines revved, doors slammed, feet stomped, books fell, shrieks of laughter, insults, whoops and hollers issuing into the cold winter afternoon light, until it seemed the snow would be shaken from the treetops in a minor avalanche.
And some of the racket was even coming from the students.
"Halle-frickin'-lujah, we're free!" Jodie March said as she and Lisa Fox put on their wraps. "So at what exotic locale will you be spending your Christmas holidays, girlfriend? Aruba, Jamaica, or..."
"Miami Beach," Lisa said as she bundled herself into her warm, expensive-looking furry coat, pulling up the hood over her silver-blonde hair, with just a glance at Jo's shabby plaid jacket which she was attempting to zip.
Holiday Card Project 2013
It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out to patients.
The idea behind the Holiday Card Project is simple: do something nice for others. However, if you're looking for even more incentive, every deviant who submits a card will be given a free one-month Premium Membership to deviantA
Those who enjoy Transformers and well-written roleplaying should head over to Cybertron's Core. A new game, Stormfront, is starting up soon! They're accepting applications now. For details, check out this post: z9.invisionfree.com/cybertrons…
has a new founder: ~BalunStormhands! They will be undergoing changes soon.
's theme for December is "Holidays." See this journal for more information: fav.me/d6vmo0h
Last month, I asked, "In your home town, the forces of good and evil (be it superheroes, giant robots, or whatever) are waging a climatic, determine-the-fate-of-the-world battle. As you watch, a key artifact that grants untold power to whoever holds it lands at your feet. Whoever controls that device will win the battle. The fate of the world is at your feet. What do you do? *Cue dramatic music*" Here are your replies:
New discussion topic!
Do series' writers/creators have any obligation to their fans to tell their story as the fans want or expect? I've heard of several cases of fan outrage because a series (whether TV, book, game, etc.) didn't end the way fans wanted. Many fans decry the writers'/creators' storytelling ability when this happens. Should the writers/creators keep their audience in mind when they tell their stories, or tell they story they want, regardless of how their fans react to it?
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