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Here is day four of Soul Mate week. The summary screams Twilight by the way. “Being the soul mate of Draco Malfoy was always going to be a trial. Being the unbonded mate of both Draco and Blaise Zabini, however was something nobody would have been able to predict. Creature-fic. Soul-mate fic. Draco X OC X Blaise Vampire Veela bonding. Includes Elves, dark magic and jealous, possessive lovers. Inheritance-fic. “ And yes... they have written something for Twilight. No surprise there really.
TITLE: Down Sizing
PERPETRATOR:
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
COVER/BANNER ART: A picture of a boat near one of those mid-eastern buildings with those gorgeous dome roofs. (A clip of her avatar, which should explain why the pic has nothing to do with the story.)
FULL NAME: Evyeln “Evie” Kendall, Draco, Blaise,
SPECIES: She's a soul mate, his a vampire or part vampire and he's a veela or part veela.
HAIR: It's in first person. The characters annoying enough without me looking for a spot where she describes herself
EYES: See above
MARKINGS: See above
POSSESSIONS: Evyeln has a skateboard and two best friends named Dylan and Jason who are fraternal twins. She also has a puppy she found seven years ago and took in because its mother didn't have the strength to fed her.
CONNECTION TO CANON: The first chapter opens up with us meeting the Sue and finding out that her favorite food is “barbeque tagliatelle with white sauce and chicken strips”. The second chapter is about her finding out she is a witch and being told that Draco and Blaise are her mates. Chapter three says something about how if she says no the boys will die. And I can't get past said chapter.
ORIGIN: She's the daughter of someone named Daniela.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She's a master of a harmen. (That's a reverse harem by the way... and no, I couldn't resist cracking what amounts to a very bad joke on my part here.
NOTES: I'm starting to think that one should expect any story where the writer proclaims it is an inheritance story to be a Mary Sue. By inheritance story I mean inheritng the traits of a certain species and not wealth at Gringotts but that pretty much goes with this as well. Of course, this is one of the most toxic I've seen, as the Sue is introduced to Draco and Blaize both being her mates. I doubt the Suethor understands what she's actually writing about and likely thinks having a soul mate means they're forced to be your boyfriend. That my dears is not a soul mate, it is a slave.
SAMPLE:
"Evie! Hurry up, dinner's getting' cold!"
My mother, Daniela, had ordered me home not 2 minutes ago over the phone, and I glanced around the park that I had been half-pipe skating in for the last hour and a half with my two best friends, Dylan and Jason. I nodded to them, and went to snatch my dark blue beanie from atop Dyl's head, but he grabbed my wrist and nudged me away.
I had known both of these jackasses since middle school, and ever since I met them on our first day, we've been best friends. Dylan and Jason were fraternal twins, so they aren't identical. Dylan was lanky, standing at a strong 6 foot 5, and was only 17 years old, as was I, and had big, bright, wide-spaced green eyes with tanned skin and light freckles along his cheekbones and nose bridge. Jason, on the other hand, was 5 foot 11, with short, dark brown hair, that he usually combed over, at the heavy teasing of both Dyl and I, with bright blue eyes and tanned skin.
"Listen, douche bag, give it back!"
I pushed my fist into his forehead, flicking it lightly, moving his head a little, and I took this as a moment of opportunity, snatching it off from his mop of curly, light brown hair, and jumping from the ledge of the u-shaped ramp, wheeling away on my 4 year old, black and white, Aztec-styled maple board.
He flipped me off, and I returned the gesture with a toothy grin, and a slight, sarcastic wave. After cutting across a street, travelling a few blocks, and finally chipping the curb a little, landing on my feet and holding my board in my right hand, walking into my two-storey, typical metropolitan house. I walked in, slipping off my red Chuck Taylors' and sashayed through the foyer and living room, straight into the dining room, sliding on the laminated floors, shouting, "I'm home!"
TITLE: Down Sizing
PERPETRATOR:
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
COVER/BANNER ART: A picture of a boat near one of those mid-eastern buildings with those gorgeous dome roofs. (A clip of her avatar, which should explain why the pic has nothing to do with the story.)
FULL NAME: Evyeln “Evie” Kendall, Draco, Blaise,
SPECIES: She's a soul mate, his a vampire or part vampire and he's a veela or part veela.
HAIR: It's in first person. The characters annoying enough without me looking for a spot where she describes herself
EYES: See above
MARKINGS: See above
POSSESSIONS: Evyeln has a skateboard and two best friends named Dylan and Jason who are fraternal twins. She also has a puppy she found seven years ago and took in because its mother didn't have the strength to fed her.
CONNECTION TO CANON: The first chapter opens up with us meeting the Sue and finding out that her favorite food is “barbeque tagliatelle with white sauce and chicken strips”. The second chapter is about her finding out she is a witch and being told that Draco and Blaise are her mates. Chapter three says something about how if she says no the boys will die. And I can't get past said chapter.
ORIGIN: She's the daughter of someone named Daniela.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She's a master of a harmen. (That's a reverse harem by the way... and no, I couldn't resist cracking what amounts to a very bad joke on my part here.
NOTES: I'm starting to think that one should expect any story where the writer proclaims it is an inheritance story to be a Mary Sue. By inheritance story I mean inheritng the traits of a certain species and not wealth at Gringotts but that pretty much goes with this as well. Of course, this is one of the most toxic I've seen, as the Sue is introduced to Draco and Blaize both being her mates. I doubt the Suethor understands what she's actually writing about and likely thinks having a soul mate means they're forced to be your boyfriend. That my dears is not a soul mate, it is a slave.
SAMPLE:
"Evie! Hurry up, dinner's getting' cold!"
My mother, Daniela, had ordered me home not 2 minutes ago over the phone, and I glanced around the park that I had been half-pipe skating in for the last hour and a half with my two best friends, Dylan and Jason. I nodded to them, and went to snatch my dark blue beanie from atop Dyl's head, but he grabbed my wrist and nudged me away.
I had known both of these jackasses since middle school, and ever since I met them on our first day, we've been best friends. Dylan and Jason were fraternal twins, so they aren't identical. Dylan was lanky, standing at a strong 6 foot 5, and was only 17 years old, as was I, and had big, bright, wide-spaced green eyes with tanned skin and light freckles along his cheekbones and nose bridge. Jason, on the other hand, was 5 foot 11, with short, dark brown hair, that he usually combed over, at the heavy teasing of both Dyl and I, with bright blue eyes and tanned skin.
"Listen, douche bag, give it back!"
I pushed my fist into his forehead, flicking it lightly, moving his head a little, and I took this as a moment of opportunity, snatching it off from his mop of curly, light brown hair, and jumping from the ledge of the u-shaped ramp, wheeling away on my 4 year old, black and white, Aztec-styled maple board.
He flipped me off, and I returned the gesture with a toothy grin, and a slight, sarcastic wave. After cutting across a street, travelling a few blocks, and finally chipping the curb a little, landing on my feet and holding my board in my right hand, walking into my two-storey, typical metropolitan house. I walked in, slipping off my red Chuck Taylors' and sashayed through the foyer and living room, straight into the dining room, sliding on the laminated floors, shouting, "I'm home!"