Just something I do.
A Hey Arnold! one-shot about Harold. I didn’t write it, but it definitely deserves more views.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9239361/1/Daddy
Harold moped miserably on the couch in his family’s living room, skin clammy, nose red and runny, and spirit down. Long story short, he was sick, and on the first day of Spring Break of all days. But that was only the first of his problems today. He looked miserably out the window to remind himself that even if he wasn’t sick, he’d still be cooped up in the house against his will.
The weather today was dreadful. It was barely one o’clock in the afternoon, but the dark clouds that poured heavy raindrops onto the earth made it dark enough to look like it was nighttime. This was bittersweet for Harold. The gloomy weather added to Harold’s unpleasant mood, but it helped him remember that he wasn’t the only one in his class whose Spring Break plans had been ruined for the day. Arnold, Sid, Stinky, all of them practically forbidden to go outside because of the weather. At least none of them were as sick as dogs. Either way, this was no way to start Spring Break.
As Harold moped on the couch with only the characters on the TV for company, his father, Jerry, came into the room wearing a purple bathrobe over his blue pajamas and with a china teacup in his hand. The father and son shared a brief moment of eye contact, both looking indifferent. Harold was the first to break it. He slouched down so low in his seat that his neck became barely visible and quietly looked down at his stocking feet. Jerry approached his sick son and held out the filled teacup to him.
“Here, Son,” he said. “Drink this.”
Harold took the cup, which was hot at the touch, and looked down at the steaming, light brown liquid that filled it. Tea. He normally hated the stuff, mainly because it made him think of the lame tea parties Rhonda would often host, but given his current condition everything tasted horrible. So he accepted it.
“Thanks, Dad.”
Tired of the B.S. on fanfiction.net.
From now on, I’m going to make it a point to review three recent HA! fanfics when the urge strikes me.
No trolling, no flaming, just honest, constructive criticism.
This is my contribution to society. :P
(Give this fan some fresh new ideas for Hey Arnold! fanfics….but, if you’re just going to suggest another tired TJM fanfic, a high school fanfic, a ArnoldxHelga fanfic, or anything that resembles 99.8% percent of the fanfics on fanfiction.net….please don’t bother. kthanxbai :)
by ~KarinaWatchadoin
so i need some ideas for my fanfic any ideas
i need a lot of help and i mean A LOT OF HELP
so plz plz plz plz PLZ send me ideas that i could actually work with
none of them cray cray idea that run though many of your mines
you could give and idea of a next chapter or a your oc you want in it but to do so WRITE IN THE COMMENTS PLZ i can’t read minds and if want to be doing what i’ve been doing which is asking permission from artist to draw their art so if you want to do so with my art make sure you ask me for permission first and then link the art to me
heres a link to my fanfic “the ball” :http://karinawatchadoin.deviantart.com/art/Hey
Pataki Magi Helga Magica Part 12 (a work-in-progress)
Ruth was napping on Arnold’s couch, but was abruptly woken up when he entered the room frantically.
“Arnold, what is it?”
Arnold threw his backpack on the bed and was already almost halfway out the door again when he noticed Ruth. “I can’t stay. Grandpa said he got a call from Gerald’s parents; he’s in the hospital.
“What? Well, what happened?”
“They’re not sure. They think he was mugged, someone stabbed him on his way home. I’ll see you later.
“Wait! Arnold…”
“What?”
Ruth sat up on the couch. To her, the whole scenario sounded slightly off. “Maybe you shouldn’t go…”
“Why not?”
“Because…they might follow you…”
“They? Who’s ‘they’?”
“Arnold…I’ve got a really bad feeling about this…they could have done this as a trap/trick…
“Who’s ‘they’”
“The girls that are after me! Maybe they’re trying to lure you out to get a better shot at me…”
“So that’s it, then,” Arnold stared Ruth down, upset. This isn’t about keeping me safe. This is about you. You only care about yourself.”
“No, Arnold, it isn’t like that at all! Look, you don’t understand…”
“No, you don’t understand,” snapped Arnold, who approached Ruth and pointed his finger at her. “My best friend is in the hospital. My other friend is dead. But you’d rather I stay in here and hide like you. Like a coward.”
Ruth flinched at the label and hung her head in shame. Just as Arnold was closing the door behind him, he looked at Ruth and said, “I’ve had enough. And you can’t hide in my room forever. Sooner or later, those girls you’re running away from? They WILL find you. But it’s up to you to decide if you’re going to keep running, or do something about it and face your fears.”
Arnold left the room. Ruth said nothing; instead she just curled up on Arnold’s couch and gripped her legs tightly close to her chest.
Why I (generally) dislike HA! fanfics set in high school…
I remember one time a fan had suggested a fanfic to me (I can’t remember the name), and the characters were of high school age.
Several chapters in, there is a scene where Helga is sitting in the car with Arnold and explaining to him why the knuckles make a popping sound sound when cracked…
At that point I had to stop reading the fanfic.
If you could swap the main characters with any generic teenage archetypes without changing the story, then you’re doing it wrong. You may as well write your own original drama-filled young adult novel.
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Fanfiction Review: Sailor Helga
Pataki Magi Helga Magica (the remainder of part 11, a work in progress)
The clown head glowed and morphed into a grief seed. Without moving her head, Phoebe raised the grief seed to eye level so that she may look at it. She stared intently. A single tear tricked down Phoebe’s face. Then another. And another. Then streams of tears ran down her face. Phoebe dropped the grief seed and brought her hands to her face. Then she crumpled to the ground and wept hysterically.
Gloria shook her head. “She’s too far gone,” she said to Lila, and turned and stormed away. Lila could only stand as watch as Helga tried in vain to console her best friend.
“I can’t do this, Helga…I can’t….I CAN’T…”
“Sure you can! I know it’s difficult now, but…with more practice, I’m sure you’ll get better…”
“I don’t WANT to get better! What am I doing this for, Helga?! I’m fighting these atrocious creatures…and for what? Just so I can have the honour of surviving long enough to fight even more?! It’s a vicious cycle, Helga…a horribly/horrendously vicious, redundant cycle…”
“Phoebe…”
“Please leave me alone.”
“But Phoebe…”
“I said LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Lila pulled Helga away just in time as a wall of swords erupted from the ground, blocking/separating Phoebe from the others.
Spanish-speaking fans of Hey Arnold!..
Anyone out there interested in translated one chapter of one of my fanfics from English to Spanish?
This is news to me…
Reading some of the comments on the Hey Arnold! “Save the Jungle Movie” Facebook page…is it really a turn-off to some fans if a fanfic doesn’t go past 20 chapters?? The longest I’ve ever made a fanfic was 15 chapters; frankly I think if it goes on for too long, it seems like the author doesn’t know how to properly end a story. :/
I guess what I’m trying to ask is: What is the ideal number of chapters for a Hey Arnold! fanfic?
R.I.P. Arnold’s Room
Just found out that as of last month, Multiply.com discontinued the social media aspect of its website, effectively killing one of that last great Hey Arnold! fansites on the Web. So here’s to Canadian webmaster, Stephen, wherever you are. :’(
Pataki Magi Helga Magica - Chapter 11 (a work-in-progress)
“Phoebe…Phoebe, wake up…”
Helga gently nudged Phoebe, who was slumbering in her bed. Phoebe looked as though she was having a fitful sleep, and initially refused to awake.
“Come on, Phoebe…” Helga whispered, nudging her again. “You have to get up. Gloria…”
This time Phoebe’s shot open. There she saw Helga in front of her, but also, standing against her bedroom wall, she saw Gloria and Lila, standing gravely in silence.
“It’s time,” said Gloria, gravely.
GUYS. GUYS.
Kickstarter.
The Jungle Movie.
KICKSTARTER.
SOMEONE MAKE THIS HAPPEN.
GUYS. GUYS.
Ernie Potts.
As Wreck-It Ralph.
WHY HAS THIS NOT BEEN DRAWN YET?
Reblog & Click the half-assed fanart to read the Puella Magi x Hey Arnold! crossover, “Pataki Magi Helga Magica” (or “Be Careful What You Wish For”)
