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Here is the last day of James Potter II week. TITLE: The Marauder & the HybridPERPETRATOR: Izzie Jackson Guess what fandom they've also written for? SUE-O-METER:  (toxic) FULL NAME: Renesmee Cullen, James Potter SPECIES: vampire hybrid HAIR: na EYES: na MARKINGS: na POSSESSIONS: na CONNECTION TO CANON: She and James meet up at a log cabin and the two unsupervised minors who I have no clue who they met start making out in the first chapter. The second chapter is “family” finding out about their relationship because they're tired of not knowing. And then more stuff happens which I can't decipher the point of. ORIGIN: James meets Renesmee when he takes a trip to America for the summer. Renesmee hates being paired off with Jacob and so she has a relationship with a girl in order to rebel. Bella and/or Renesmee are pansexual. (I think the Suethor needs to learn the difference between bisexual and pansexual... they are similar but mean two very different things. I don't think Renesmee is “gender blind”, not if she had the relationship with the girl to rebel against her father. She obviously knows the differences in gender all to well.) SPECIAL ABILITIES: James is allowed to go to America during the summer despite only being fourteen. I say fourteen because he was allowed to go the year before. To the humans, she was a prodigy and graduated from high school at 'fifteen' when in reality she was only five. Now she was attending college with a stellar GPA of 4.9 and a BA in Fine Arts after two years. NOTES: The chances of the Suethor not yet being out of high school is very high. It honstly isn't possible to earn a GPA that high in college. High School, yes... but not College. I'm also not going to say earning a BA in two years is impossible, but the chances of doing so are way to slim. Not to mention she picked a degree which focuses not on intelligence but ones actual talents. ( The world just doesn't work this way. )Tags: american sue, crossover, james sirius week, james sirius-stu, new-next generation, new-next generation week, toxic
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Here is the second to last day of James Potter II week. TITLE: CatastrophicPERPETRATOR: chasingafterstarlightSUE-O-METER:  (awful) FULL NAME: Jade West SPECIES: pop star in training HAIR: medium brown, died black later on EYES: blue-green MARKINGS: tattoos, streaks, piercings and she stands at 5'7 POSSESSIONS: a mirror CONNECTION TO CANON: Her boyfriend Beck and Tori are kissing in class and Jade walks in late. She storms off and comes across a mirror and wishes to go to another world. She gets sucked into the mirror and she meets James Potter. James decides to take her to his family (I don't know where they're supposed to be...) because his dad takes in a lot of stray stuff. They don't bother to investigate her background and they all flu to Godric's Hollow/ She spends the night and then says “And my city is called Hollywood, where all the big stars live.” (Hollywood is NOT a city folks, but I am sure you all know that.) She then tells them she doesn't exist in this world... despite the fact she could have in reality simply traveled half way around the world Aka, she has no proof she's actually left her own world. She admits that she has the knack of ruining other peoples lives to complete strangers too. She gets chummy with James and they start kissing after a couple of days. She then has to go back via the mirror to her own world. The reason is James gets hurt while they're flying on brooms and when she sees magic being performed she decides she doesn't belong for no logical reason despite the fact there is many an indicator she finally feels like she belonged somewhere. Everyone at her school located in the city of Hollywood is excited because she is back. She tells Beck she is tired of his mind games despite the fact it is typically her whose causing problems in their relationship and I'm honestly not sure where that came from. She misses James. ORIGIN: For those who don't know Vitorious, it is a Disney show about a girl who manages to get into a special school for kids who want to get into show business of some sort. Jade is one of the characters from the show and she is the stereotypical Goth girl. SPECIAL ABILITIES: She's able to decide she doesn't belong somewhere despite the fact she actually feels best where she is now. NOTES: I'm still chuckling at the Hollywood is a city thing. I'm not sure if it is a line she says in the show, but if it isn't... ( ... )Tags: awful, crossover, james sirius week, new-next generation, new-next generation week
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Here is the fifth day, only two more days to go after this. TITLE: The Planter's Daughter Three guesses who she's the daughter of... PERPETRATOR: Kelsey ShortSUE-O-METER: (awful) FULL NAME: Serenity Longbottom SPECIES: with HAIR: dirty blond EYES: brownish MARKINGS: Serenity... http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/luvluv08/ace903f31c8a21d2fd66c6dc3d75938e.jpg James... http://3c.img.v4.skyrock.net/3c0/mister-hayden/pics/2921554089_1_5.jpg Scorpius... http://pu.i.wp.pl/k,NDEyMDk4OTUsNDUzMjMxMDI=,f,scorpius-malfoy.jpg Albus... http://i55.tinypic.com/9kmamq.pngPOSSESSIONS: an owl CONNECTION TO CANON: She is worrying that they made a mistake and she isn't supposed to be a prefect. She flashes back to some bet about which owl was stronger and James lost because he was stupid and put to much weight onto his owl... an entire bag of rocks... sure... She and James are supposed to be best friends. Third chapter she randomly runs into someone named Tom Riddle. I'm also assuming that she is supposed to be paired with Scorpius. ORIGIN: She is Neville Longbottom's daughter who was laughed at as a child because she had a weird name. Yes... Serenity is supposed to be a weird name. The fact she's a professor's daughter or her last name is a more likely target, and she does mention she was ridiculed her first year because of that, but it takes a back seat to her being teased about her first name. She's a Slytherin too. SPECIAL ABILITIES: She is a prefect her fifth year. The ability to be like Bella Swan. (Poor, poor Neville...) NOTES: Every chapter is labeled that is from Serenities POV. I'm also under the destinct impression the author isn't really planning out where she is going or anything for that matter. And yes... it really is Tom Riddle showing up in her story. *sigh* I was kind of hoping for a Toxic level fic where the subject matter of Tom Riddle showing up in the Next Generation fic series crops up. But no... the writing just... doesn't have much substance to it. At least not the kind I would expect from the subject matter... maybe that is a good thing? ( While we laugh at the name because it is an over used Mary Sue name, there is nothing about the name Serenity that would cause other kids to laugh at her. )Tags: awful, james sirius week, new-next generation, new-next generation week, serena/serenity
Current Mood:  crushed
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Ten years ago, not long before the Queen’s Jubilee, I boarded a train at King’s Cross Station for Edinburgh. It wasn’t Platform 9 3/4, but it might as well have been. My life changed the moment that train pulled out of the brick archways and into the rolling green countryside beyond London–it was just beginning to be autumn then, and the trees were full of crows. I remember thinking about bird magic, auguries, every story I’d ever heard about England and Scotland. I was a tiny thing, a maiden in all but the technical sense. I knew, as the old novels say, nothing of the world. My EuroRail photo looked absurdly, hilariously, preposterously like an illustration of Snow White. I had a bacon sandwich. My mother was with me, a psychopomp in knock-off Prada sunglasses, bearing me across the wall and into the life I didn’t yet know I was in for. It was the first time I wanted something with that desperate, pure fire–and made it happen, by myself, with will and work. After all, if you grow up loving fairy tales and King Arthur and saints who battle monsters, you want the British Isles the way some kids want boyfriends. Edited to add: is that a silly reason to want to go to a country? Yep. Is it a direct outgrowth of the complicated relationship of American culture to British culture? Yep. Was I 21 years old, pretty silly, fully of inchoate dreamy nonsense and trying to learn how to be a real person? Absolutely. In fact, a big part of that growing up was going to a place I'd dreamed about and figuring out what reality there was like.
I lived there for something over a year. I came back to America for stupid reasons–but that’s what you do in your twenties. Make stupid decisions while meaning so earnestly well. My interviewer in Finland asked me: you’ve written about everywhere you’ve lived but Edinburgh. Where is Scotland in your books? I laughed a little, pressed my lips together as I always do when I’m thinking, looked out the window of our car at the swans nesting in the golden Nordic estuaries. This is what I told her: A poetry professor once told me that you can never name the thing you’re writing about. If the poem is about death, you can’t say the word death. Poems about memory shouldn’t go on about the thing itself. If you’re writing about grief, you can’t actually say grief, or sadness, or even tears. If you want to talk about love, love is the one word you can’t use. Edinburgh is the thing I am a poem about and do not name. Today, not long before the Queen’s Jubilee, I boarded a train at King’s Cross Station for Edinburgh. It was Platform 7. It’s just beginning to be summer now, and the fields are full of chartreuse flowers. The old churches spring up out of them like strange, huge blossoms. The train rushes over a stream so full of swans the current is pure white. I think about bird magic again. Auguries. I am no longer small. I know something of the world. Maybe not much of a something, but something. I have made things with my hands and heart. I look a bit pugnacious in my passport photo, like I still have something to prove. I had a bacon sandwich. My husband is with me and this time I am bearing him across the wall, to show him this object that sits at the bottom of my mind, a grey stone city with a castle and a mountain, a place that was once wholly full of fairy fruit and temptation and the rich mess of becoming bigger, becoming grown. That fairy fruit made everywhere else look dimmer for awhile. My goblin city, that swallowed me whole. I think it took falling in love with Maine to fix me–before then I always had the idea that of course I’d go back, that somehow, somehow, this was where I’d live when I could choose. I’ve been near tears most of the morning, riding north through sheep and cattle and chapels and flowers. When you love a place, it’s hard to leave, and harder still to come back. You hope it will be proud of you, of all you became when you left to seek your fortune. You hope it will be as you remembered; you hope you are still as it knew you.
You hope it will forgive you long neglect, lines in your once-clear face, a hard blue edge of cynicism. O goblin city, I hope you will forgive me for never writing a book about you. Mirrored from cmv.com. Also appearing on @LJ and @DW. Read anywhere, comment anywhere.
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Here is the forth day of James Potter II week. TITLE: the gardenerPERPETRATOR: ThePaperBagPrincessSUE-O-METER: (bad) FULL NAME: Lorcan Scamander (female) SPECIES: witch HAIR: not described EYES: not described MARKINGS: not described POSSESSIONS: none CONNECTION TO CANON: A very boring fic with lack of character development where this “female Lorcan” is paired with James. ORIGIN: Instead of having twin boys, Luna has at leas one girl. SPECIAL ABILITIES: None NOTES: I know that billyvmom requested the author write Lorcan as a female, but just because someone requests something... that doesn't mean you necessarily should do it. Since Lorcan isn't a male, then the fic isn't slash. Except... the only reason these two changed the gender of Lorcan is so that they could have a het pairing. Nice... not. ( Boring... )Tags: bad, james sirius week, lorcan-stu, new-next generation, new-next generation week
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I was inspired a couple of weeks ago, and wrote this during church. The music reminded me of the first meeting in M&C, and I reached for my notebook. It took a few revisions, and I decided to post, since I don't think I can add anything, and the syllable count for each line is finally right!
I know Stephen says he's not much of a poet, but if he was, he might write something like this:
The truest joy a man can feel
Can only come about
For one who's known the greatest pain-
He cannot know, without.
How true these words, as I well know
For I have felt such pain
Yes, I have lost my dearest loves
And have known love again.
Oh liberty! Oh lady fair!
These loves stolen away.
They set my heart against the hope
That love might come to stay.
But then one night in Port Mahon
Good fortune smiled on me;
It sent a man both good and kind
If I could only see.
I did not see, no not at first
He seemed an oaf to me.
So boorish, simple, mannerless,
He gave his name to me:
"Aubrey sir. I am at the Crown."
These words of challenge said,
If it had come to anything
Both of us might be dead.
If did not come, this meeting dire
For that next morn, you see
This man, his eyes now brightest blue
Stretched out his hand to me.
I felt a flush rise to my face
At sight of that kind soul.
Who'd sought me out to make amends,
And keep his gladness whole.
He asked my pardon, and proclaimed
The reason for this joy:
Promotion come, oh long desired,
He smiled like a boy.
And though it had long fled from me
In him, such light! I saw,
And rather than know envy rise
I felt my own heart thaw.
He then proposed, should I so wish
A dinner we might share
"Most happy," said I, (for you see
My pocket was quite bare.)
We met there, at that cheerful inn
And ate the courses three-
He said he'd been misunderstood,
Expressed regret, to me.
We spoke of language, music, life,
And then he said to me
"Sir, can I not prevail on you
to come with me to sea?"
"We need a man to watch our health
if he a surgeon be.
This, surely sir, I need not add
would bring such joy to me!"
I said I would consider it,
Which took him by surprise.
He'd been half-joking, I could see
From the wid'ning of his eyes.
He spoke of animals and gold,
Such wondrous sights to see!
I felt old love for life return
In some small part, to me.
I said "Good man, your words do stir
forgotten wants, 'tis true,
and if your offer does prove good,
then I may go with you."
And so we set out on that trip
Though little did I dream,
What this new life would bring to me!
Things weren't as they'd seem.
I found in him the truest heart
That ever I have known
Love, unconditional, is mine
Our friendship, it has grown.
He risked his life to save my own,
He always came for me.
When danger threatened, he was there;
Without him, I'd not be.
He hurt my heart, and made it whole.
I wiped away his tears,
From joy and sorrow, great and small
Throughout these many years.
I've often wondered how it is
That this one life so dear
Could come to be a light in mine
And chase out all my fear.
The answer did soon come to me
As I saw day by day,
That I was not the only one
Who ever felt this way.
Because of his good heart he may
Do what no other can,
To lift up those with weary souls
And heal the hearts of man.
This lesson that I've learned from him
is one I now know well.
It's one I wish to spread abroad
Listen, and I shall tell:
A brother's heart, a father's heart
The true heart of a friend,
Can lift a weary soul anew,
And give joy, without end.
This life has changed us both, I know
And shall do so again
But this bond shall remain with us
As it has ever been.
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Here is the third day of James Potter II week. That said, the next week I am planning on doing is Rose's week. To try and make things a little more interesting, despite the fact I do in fact have a list ready to go for her, I'm thinking of having the minions find fics and send them in for that week. This way maybe I won't get a week as dull as this one is turning out to be. It's got to be via LJ PM though and let me know if you want to be anonymous or identified. Also, do you guys want one or two “other” weeks between the NG weeks? TITLE: Lucy Cartridge and Cyrstal ChalicePERPETRATOR: Rosiegirl52SUE-O-METER: (bad) FULL NAME: Lucy Cartridge SPECIES: witch HAIR: na EYES: na MARKINGS: na POSSESSIONS: a new kitten named Ella and previously a hamster named Yellow. CONNECTION TO CANON: Ron and Harry show up after the transfer letter to take her. She meets Rose and Hermione. And then she rides the train. Pairings are Scorpius/Rose and Lucy/James. ORIGIN: She was attending the Petersons and is randomly told she is being transferred to Hogwarts She is not from England. SPECIAL ABILITIES:NOTES: This is not how the exchange student program works. ( ... )Tags: bad, james sirius week, new-next generation, new-next generation week
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