5025: Harold the Magnificent - Harry Potter, Sigvald the Magnificent
Don’t forget about the first bi-annual Pottersues Contest which is replacing the old annual Pottersues Contest. The theme for said contest is Gamer Fic. Since Gamer Fic is a rather new concept in fanfic, I’ve added links to three entries which feature a Gamer Fic. I’m also working on a list of common traits we find in Sue stories which make them Sue stories called More Than Thirteen Reasons Why.
Regarding the previous entry, the day after the writer decided to post the original version of the story. I’ve got to applaud the writer for having the guts to post the original, but also for improving their story. In fact, this writer definitely rewrote the story instead of doing a few minor edits. The original was definitely more likely to get the toxic rating than the rewrite. I thought about featuring it next, but then got hit with internet problems.
Title: Harold the Magnificent
Perpetrator: Dark-Prince-of-Clowns
Sue-O-Meter: Toxic
Cover/Banner Art: The writer’s avatar is for a certain fandom.
Summary: “In the cold Wastes of the north a dark tremmor ripples the land, and a portal has been openes to a strange new land. Sigvald the Magnificent, always eager to explore new deleriously decadent desires saunters forward into the gate. There he finds a child with emerald eyes and raven hair, and he decides he desires an heir. How will the wizarding world cope with the debauched result?”
Full Name: Harry Potter, Sigvald the Magnificent
Species: The adopted child of what seems like an in canon Gary Stu of the Warhammer fandom.
Hair: n/a
Eyes: n/a
Markings: n/a
Possessions: Harry has beautiful clothing horses, anything he might want.
Connection to Canon: Sigvid (see a later link) decides to kidnap Harry for just because he wants to. This is because, “the child had the most beautiful emerald green eyes Sigvald had ever seen, and his heart fluttered with joy.” Harry notices how handsome this man is, but he’s excited to find out who his real daddy is. Apparently Arabella Figg thinks nothing of this. Thus Harry ends up in the Warhammer fandom. That’s pretty much what there is in this fandom.
Origin: I can’t exactly blame the writer for creating a Gary Stu on this one when their example from the fandom they’re crossing Harry Potter with is pretty much a Gary Stu. I mean, the Wikipedia for Sigvald the magnificent describes him as looking having “disturbing yet angelic beauty” and apparently he “appears to be little more than sixteen summers of age” despite the fact the picture used for this character screams otherwise. He’s supposed to be an amazing fighter yet grooms himself on the battlefield.
Special Abilities: He’s able to walk off with Harry and nobody asks questions because Figg thinks he’s just a handsome young man.
Notes: Nothing specific on this one.
Sample:
It was a lovely summer day when Prince Sigvald first set foot in Private Drive, Surrey.
It should come as no surprise that he had chosen to hire a limousine to get out there, but because it was such a lovely day, he opted for walking, ensuring the driver that he would call him with his brand new, top-notch smartphone when he wanted to be picked up again.
Considering that he paid the driver to wait for him, that suited the driver perfectly fine, seeing as it gave him time off from work for the time the Prince was gone. Besides, that hunchbacked servant of his gave him the creeps. Who dressed on hooded robes nowadays anyway? Must be one of the fantasy fans he'd heard about. Weirdos, the lot of them.
Sigvald and Oddrún were strolling through what turned out to be a mediocre and boring neighbourhood that surrounded Private Drive. Sigvald felt terribly disappointed. The clothes people wore! Atrocious! He felt disgusted with himself for listening to the advice of peasants. He really should have known better.
Such was his mindset when he came across a strange and unusual sight in this place made up of boredom and conformity.
At first, he was repulsed by the messy hair and the disgustingly ugly, horribly oversized clothes... But then he looked closer.
The child had the most beautiful emerald green eyes Sigvald had ever seen, and his heart fluttered with joy. He simply MUST have this child! Those emeralds belonged to him! They reminded him of the pleasant valley that his old patron, Belus Pül, and its emerald green grass, but with the same glow in them as the violet gemstone in the centre exuded. A sublime beauty.
"I want that child!" Sigvald told his advisor, "Oddrún, I must have him! He would be the perfect addition to my Court! Look at those eyes! Have you ever seen such sparkling gems of beauty! How rare! How unique! How exquisite!" Sigvald spoke animatedly in his excitement, and there was no room to even consider having his desire denied.
"But my Prince... His parents..." Oddrún tried to weakly argue.
He really didn't want to take a child away from his parents, even if they were so poor that the child had to work tending to another people's garden.
"Nonsense. Who wouldn't want a better life for their child? He is clearly poor, just look at his clothes!" Sigvald grinned. "Besides... I am quite sure I could raise such a beautiful child far better than some peasants!" Sigvald nodded to himself as if approving of his own words and logic.
"But my Prince... A child needs parents..." He again tried to reason with him, as careful as he could to avoid invoking his ire.
"Then I'll be his...his...What do children have again? Ah, yes. Father. I'll be his father! My wife would love having a child, she still mourns the fact that she is unable to have one." And then he muttered under his breath. "I'll do a better job than my own father, that's for sure."
"Yes, my Prince."
Regarding the previous entry, the day after the writer decided to post the original version of the story. I’ve got to applaud the writer for having the guts to post the original, but also for improving their story. In fact, this writer definitely rewrote the story instead of doing a few minor edits. The original was definitely more likely to get the toxic rating than the rewrite. I thought about featuring it next, but then got hit with internet problems.
Title: Harold the Magnificent
Perpetrator: Dark-Prince-of-Clowns
Sue-O-Meter: Toxic
Cover/Banner Art: The writer’s avatar is for a certain fandom.
Summary: “In the cold Wastes of the north a dark tremmor ripples the land, and a portal has been openes to a strange new land. Sigvald the Magnificent, always eager to explore new deleriously decadent desires saunters forward into the gate. There he finds a child with emerald eyes and raven hair, and he decides he desires an heir. How will the wizarding world cope with the debauched result?”
Full Name: Harry Potter, Sigvald the Magnificent
Species: The adopted child of what seems like an in canon Gary Stu of the Warhammer fandom.
Hair: n/a
Eyes: n/a
Markings: n/a
Possessions: Harry has beautiful clothing horses, anything he might want.
Connection to Canon: Sigvid (see a later link) decides to kidnap Harry for just because he wants to. This is because, “the child had the most beautiful emerald green eyes Sigvald had ever seen, and his heart fluttered with joy.” Harry notices how handsome this man is, but he’s excited to find out who his real daddy is. Apparently Arabella Figg thinks nothing of this. Thus Harry ends up in the Warhammer fandom. That’s pretty much what there is in this fandom.
Origin: I can’t exactly blame the writer for creating a Gary Stu on this one when their example from the fandom they’re crossing Harry Potter with is pretty much a Gary Stu. I mean, the Wikipedia for Sigvald the magnificent describes him as looking having “disturbing yet angelic beauty” and apparently he “appears to be little more than sixteen summers of age” despite the fact the picture used for this character screams otherwise. He’s supposed to be an amazing fighter yet grooms himself on the battlefield.
Special Abilities: He’s able to walk off with Harry and nobody asks questions because Figg thinks he’s just a handsome young man.
Notes: Nothing specific on this one.
Sample:
It was a lovely summer day when Prince Sigvald first set foot in Private Drive, Surrey.
It should come as no surprise that he had chosen to hire a limousine to get out there, but because it was such a lovely day, he opted for walking, ensuring the driver that he would call him with his brand new, top-notch smartphone when he wanted to be picked up again.
Considering that he paid the driver to wait for him, that suited the driver perfectly fine, seeing as it gave him time off from work for the time the Prince was gone. Besides, that hunchbacked servant of his gave him the creeps. Who dressed on hooded robes nowadays anyway? Must be one of the fantasy fans he'd heard about. Weirdos, the lot of them.
Sigvald and Oddrún were strolling through what turned out to be a mediocre and boring neighbourhood that surrounded Private Drive. Sigvald felt terribly disappointed. The clothes people wore! Atrocious! He felt disgusted with himself for listening to the advice of peasants. He really should have known better.
Such was his mindset when he came across a strange and unusual sight in this place made up of boredom and conformity.
At first, he was repulsed by the messy hair and the disgustingly ugly, horribly oversized clothes... But then he looked closer.
The child had the most beautiful emerald green eyes Sigvald had ever seen, and his heart fluttered with joy. He simply MUST have this child! Those emeralds belonged to him! They reminded him of the pleasant valley that his old patron, Belus Pül, and its emerald green grass, but with the same glow in them as the violet gemstone in the centre exuded. A sublime beauty.
"I want that child!" Sigvald told his advisor, "Oddrún, I must have him! He would be the perfect addition to my Court! Look at those eyes! Have you ever seen such sparkling gems of beauty! How rare! How unique! How exquisite!" Sigvald spoke animatedly in his excitement, and there was no room to even consider having his desire denied.
"But my Prince... His parents..." Oddrún tried to weakly argue.
He really didn't want to take a child away from his parents, even if they were so poor that the child had to work tending to another people's garden.
"Nonsense. Who wouldn't want a better life for their child? He is clearly poor, just look at his clothes!" Sigvald grinned. "Besides... I am quite sure I could raise such a beautiful child far better than some peasants!" Sigvald nodded to himself as if approving of his own words and logic.
"But my Prince... A child needs parents..." He again tried to reason with him, as careful as he could to avoid invoking his ire.
"Then I'll be his...his...What do children have again? Ah, yes. Father. I'll be his father! My wife would love having a child, she still mourns the fact that she is unable to have one." And then he muttered under his breath. "I'll do a better job than my own father, that's for sure."
"Yes, my Prince."