(In no particular order.)
Dear Talented, Humble Yet Beautiful FMC:
1. You–gorgeous, flawless, too-cute-to-get-angry-at FMC: “I know So-and-So and my gorgeous kickass soul mate told me not to go do that dangerous thing but–“
Stop. First, if ya have to tell me they told you, you’re making the assumption I didn’t get it when they told you a dozen times. Second, I feel like you’re an idiot/child because someone had to tell you not to do those things. Third, if you listened to them until now/didn’t discuss it then, I think you’re incapable of dealing with the consequences of breaking the rules.
Yeah, sometimes your boyfriend and some other kind person tells you to stay away from something but if they have a reason (it’s dangerous,) you better have a damn good reason to break the rules/promise.
Examples of defendable reasons to ignore the warning:
–you’re tricked into the haunted house because you thought one of your loved ones was dragged in
–the shady guy you’re forbidden near has information on your now missing mentor
You better have a damn good reason, b*tch. Or I’m gonna punch the words that make you when you giggle and say ‘whoops.’
2. Similar to 1. If you’re a former damsel-in-distress who wants to prove herself, you better have something going for you.
–Newly found fencing talent.
–sprinting in high heels.
–Or you can shoot toxic snot out of your left nostril.
I don’t care.
If you don’t know how to do shit, you shouldn’t run off to save the world. You’ll endanger other people and yourself.
And if you’re not any better than damsel-in-distress (than you’re not much of a *former*, are ya?) at least have a reason.
Like your brother will be slaughtered if you don’t enter the arena to fight off the two-headed lion.
And in that case, please learn some tricks quickly. (Like how to climb walls or how to gauge eyes out while you’re being devoured. Don’t just sit and cry.)
3. How many times have you been threatened with rape?
Stop going shady places by yourself, let your parents meet your creepy date, stop purposefully showing off your boobs so you’ll *finally* get attention.
How many times do you need to be threatened before you stop and think ‘wow, I should really buy pepper spray and avoid the people who continuously threaten me with rape’?
Why do you just shrug this shit off? It ain’t cool!
(And, authors, this isn’t a way to show your MC is pretty. Nor is it romantic when her love interest saves her. It’s a horrible experience.)
4. Your best friend.
Please stop comparing your friend to a puppy. Sometimes it comes off as a cheap description, sometimes…well, doesn’t your friend have better things to do than be your bitch?
Also, your friend is loyal. How about you? How about when your friend warns you about that guy you’re scared/attracted to?
You’re not loyal and you’re just friends with that smart person because you need someone to keep you company while Creeper Boy is out or you need someone to cry to.
5. Your fighting skills.
I could handle that you didn’t know how to fight. Really, I could but you can’t even hit someone with a bat, carry pepper spray, use that claw in the face instinct most of us have?
You want to be saved but when you stand there and take it, I wish Lover Boy was knocked out. I’d really want you dead.
But no. This isn’t even the worst you do.
You get training. Lover Boy trained you.
You could probably take on twenty-five assassins. I’m starting to like you. Not because you kill people but because you finally contribute instead of hold your peeps back.
But then…you don’t fight. You still don’t do crap for yourself even though you supposedly can.
6. Your love interest
He’s bad. You know he is. While he’s posing against your locker, blocking out your best friend, he tells you in a deep, dark, brooding voice, “Angel Face, I’m bad. Bad to the bone. Speaking of bone–“
I’ll stop the flashback right there.
He’s uber hunky yet you never hear about him in gym. He runs fast, of course, and let’s admit. He’s a total flirt. He has dem bitches lining up around his desk while he smolders you with his eyes, professing eternal love and protection.
Yeah. Hi. Wait, wait. Come back. Leave him alone! Get back here. Look at me. In the eye. He just said he’s dangerous. Yeah, maybe you get a thrill and rush considering putting your life in danger and yeah, maybe he’s going to protect you but he’s going to protect you from *himself*.
Yeah. That shouldn’t be a thing.
Yes, yes. It’s romantic and tragic and you can change his blood sucking ways. You can stop him from morphing into the Pishtaku and hunting down your fellow natives. Uh-huh. Yeah, with all those skills you have?
Mm. Find yourself a normal human boy who won’t impregnate you like Alien vs. Predator. ‘Kay? Your children will thank you if they don’t grow a pig nose and webbed feet.
I will be adding to this little rant post, but what gets you freaking out with a character? 🙂