- The link of the day is
Mary Sueage (And How to Avoid It) , and
here are some of the previous links of the day which you may find useful.
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Flashback Sue- Don't forget about the
Sorting Hat.
- The
Fourteenth Annual Pottersues is also currently running.
TITLE:
Before You GoPERPETRATOR:
PandaChubz31SUE-O-METER: Bad
COVER/BANNER ART:
SUMMARY:”Sixth year was going great, until something very unexpected happened . . . Something that should've marked the end of the world. Keep up with the Marauders and their friends as they attempt to navigate these confusing times. [Rated T for language, suggestiveness, themes, etc.] [Mildly OOC Sirius Black] [SB/OC]”
FULL NAME: Elke Rivers
SPECIES: Random OC
HAIR: n/a
EYES: “My train of thought was interrupted by a flash of electric blue eyes from down below.
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: The writer has so far only posted one chapter. Sirius is your typical frat boy athlete, and Elke suddenly catches his eye. That’s where the story ended.
ORIGIN: “PLEASE don’t expect regular updates. They can be quite erratic.” The writer says on their profile that they want to be a writer or actor, but all three of their Harry Potter stories contain Maurader OCs.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Nothing at this point, beyond making the canon characters OoC.
NOTES: The story could go anyway, but when you turn Hogwarts into a frat party scenario, chances are low that the story will improve.
SAMPLE:
"Go, Go, Gryffindor! Go, Go, Gryffindor!"
I cast a glance down around the stadium, a cocky grin playing my features. Even the Ravenclaws were cheering for us today, all because we were playing the slimy snakes. Sorry, Slytherins. Lily Evans would've been offended by that . . . a year ago, at least. Right before the slimiest of snakes had called her a you-know-what. Now they were in the middle of sixth year, and that was the only thing that had changed. Prongs was still pining after Lily, I was still one of the hunkiest pieces of meat in this school, and the snakes were still rubbish at Quidditch.
My train of thought was interrupted by a flash of electric blue eyes from down below. From the air, I could tell that there were flecks of gold in them, and I nearly fell off of my broom. My eyes darted down to a pair of chanting pink lips, then to the chestnut locks framing their face.
"PADFOOT!" Prongs yelled, snapping me out of my reverie. Forcibly yanking my attention away from the mystery below, I darted forward just in time to whack a bludger at the snakes' seeker, who was in the middle of a dive. A sickening crunch told me that I'd met my mark. Seconds later, we were in a mid-air hug, with Jackson Rydalch on our shoulders. Victorious, as usual.
Slowly, we descended to the ground, and Moony and Wormtail were the first to elbow their way toward us. "Party?" was the first word out of the latter's mouth.
"Of course," James declared. "Sirius and I shall acquire the booze. You two get the word out. Sound good, team?"