Monarch Of Nraída

Just a little something I think about

If u understand what I'm saying

The Matchmaker

Warnings: Slightly flirty. Soft romance. Mentions of alcohol.

"You are coming with me, Civi, like it or not," Hero claimed earlier that day, when they were still in Hero's apartment as the crime-fighter ransacked her own wardrobe, throwing dresses out onto the floor because there was no place on her bed anymore. "Where is that thing?!" She groaned, in search of something that seemed to be evading her.

Civilian sighed - not angry, just exasperated with her persistent friend. Don't get her wrong, she loved Hero with the entirety of her pure heart, but partying was never her go-to activity on a Friday night. It was reading. Baking. Crocheting. Anything on this Earth except for clubs and dancing. She felt awkward in any remotely public setting, let alone in a club or a bar where people go to socialise. Deliberately. Ugh.

Why would one do that? Civilian couldn't tell you.

"Hero, pleease-" She started with a whiny voice and her best pleading-for-mercy expression, but Hero interrupted her with a definitive no.

"No. No exceptions. It's my birthday, you owe me that much," Hero had insisted, earning a pitiful whimper from Civilian who already knew she could not refuse her best friend - on her birthday, no less. “Today has to be a good day for both of us.”

Hero grinned, satisfied with her victory, but then her eyes landed on the dress she had been looking for, and she emerged from the wardrobe with a victorious yelp. "Aha! Found it. Now, come on, put something decent on."

She aimed the dress at Civilian's head and earned a very improper gesture in response, but laughed it off. Today had to be fun; she didn't care if it took blackmail, manipulation, or outright forcing Civilian out of the comfort of her (or Hero's) apartment.

Fire post!

Protective prompts

✩₊˚.⋆☾ shielding the other with their body in danger

✩₊˚.⋆☾ glaring at anyone who looks at them wrong

✩₊˚.⋆☾ tending wounds with shaking hands

✩₊˚.⋆☾ offering their coat when the other’s cold

✩₊˚.⋆☾ “stay behind me” whispered like a vow

✩₊˚.⋆☾ carrying them when they’re too weak to walk

✩₊˚.⋆☾ refusing to leave their side, even when told to

✩₊˚.⋆☾ wrapping an arm around them in crowded places

✩₊˚.⋆☾ standing guard while the other sleeps

✧ Broken ribs suck. You don’t just “walk it off.” Breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Existing hurts. Characters with rib injuries won’t be doing heroic sprints.

✧ Concussions aren’t instant naps. Dazed vision, nausea, dizziness, maybe even personality changes, but they’re not going to collapse neatly like in the movies.

✧ Blood loss is sneaky. It’s not just about dramatic pools of blood. It’s dizziness, confusion, and the body getting cold as circulation tanks.

✧ Adrenaline lies. Someone can take a serious injury and not feel it until the fight’s over. That “I didn’t realize I was bleeding until later” trope? Very real.

✧ Twisted ankles are brutal. One bad step and suddenly running is off the table. Even walking hurts like hell. Perfect way to ground a chase scene.

✧ Burns linger. Even small burns hurt more than most people expect. Blisters, infection risk, constant pain, it’s not just a cool scar later.

✧ Dislocated shoulders = useless arm. Characters can’t keep swinging a sword or firing a gun. They’re basically fighting one-armed until it’s fixed.

✧ Shock is a thing. Pale skin, trembling, rapid heartbeat, and eventually disorientation. A character might not even realize how bad their wound is.

✧ Stitches aren’t magic. Getting sewn up is painful and recovery takes time. They’re not instantly battle-ready after a needle and thread.

Things i love in villains

┊when they’re dramatic for no reason. like… you could just stab the hero quietly, but no, you needed a monologue, thunder, and a cape swirl. iconic.

┊villains with hobbies. like the warlord who secretly knits socks or the assassin who bakes pies on Sundays. i live for the duality.

┊when they’re bad at being evil. they try so hard, but something always slips, the plan’s genius until they forget step 3.

┊the petty ones. “you stepped on my shoes in 2009 so now your kingdom must burn.” i respect the commitment.

┊villains who are polite. “sorry i’m destroying your city, traffic’s a nightmare today.” like… thank you??

┊ones that accidentally make good points. the hero’s sweating because, yeah, actually, capitalism is terrible and the villain might be right.

┊when they’re obsessed with the hero but in the most unhinged way. not “i’ll kill you,” but “you’re my nemesis, my muse, my only friend, marry me.”

┊villains who have a favorite outfit. like they’re about to fight to the death but god forbid you touch the Dramatic Coat.

┊the ones who can’t keep a secret. they get so excited about their evil plan they just blurt it out. love a chatty villain.

༒ that awkward shuffle before the first punch, where both fighters are waiting for the other to move first, and it looks like bad dancing.

༒ the first hit hurts both of them... knuckles split, ribs bruise, and nobody looks cool.

༒ someone tries to say a badass line mid-swing and it comes out as a grunt. intimidation ruined.

༒ the sting of sweat in your eyes when you least need it.

༒ missing a punch so badly you almost knock yourself off balance.

༒ that sharp gasp when someone actually connects with your nose. instant tears. instant rage.

༒ ugly sounds: wheezing, choking, gagging, a squeaky “oof.” it’s never cinematic.

༒ realizing halfway through that you’re more tired than you thought. your arms feel like bricks but the fight isn’t over.

༒ hair-pulling. shirt-grabbing. someone’s jacket becomes a chokehold tool.

༒ the raw panic when you hit harder than you meant to and wonder if you went too far.

༒ improvised weapons: a broken bottle, a rock, a chair, hell, even a shoe. survival invents fast.

༒ someone slips on gravel or their own blood. comedy in the middle of chaos.

༒ headbutts hurt both people.

༒ that terrifying half-second of silence when someone doesn’t get back up right away.

༒ biting. spitting. scratching. fights are dirtier than anyone admits.

༒ the crowd (if there is one) gasping louder than the fighters themselves.

༒ your lungs burn, your hands shake, and you realize adrenaline tastes like metal in your mouth.

༒ punches that land on bone make an awful sound, dull, wet, final.

༒ the aftermath: shaking so hard you can’t light a cigarette, tie your shoes, or even text straight.

༒ bruises blooming in real time, like ugly little flowers.

☽ People hum or whistle without realizing. Half the time it’s the same tune on loop until someone else points it out.

☽ Nervous habits aren’t always obvious. Some tap their foot, others pick at labels, twist jewelry, or re-check their phone screen that hasn’t lit up.

☽ Everyone mispronounces a word. Even smart characters have at least one word they’ve been saying wrong their whole life.

☽ Sleep habits are personal. Some sprawl like starfish, some curl into tiny balls, some talk, kick, or even laugh in their sleep.

☽ Food quirks add personality. Characters might hate crusts, eat fries before the burger, or insist on separating all the M&Ms by color.

☽ People zone out mid-conversation. Not out of rudeness, sometimes their brain just… drifts. A perfect chance to show inner thoughts sneaking in.

☽ Signature laughs are a thing. Snorts, wheezes, silent shakes, a laugh can tell you as much about a person as their dialogue.

☽ Everyone has a “comfort item.” A ratty hoodie, a chipped mug, an overplayed playlist, something small that makes them feel safe.

☽ Body memory is real. Someone might instinctively check their pocket for keys, tug their sleeves down, or crack knuckles without thinking.

» eats popcorn one kernel at a time just to make people mad

» absolutely convinced they could win a fight against a goose (they cannot)

» has three alarms set for the morning and still sleeps through all of them

» will always push the “pull” door and then act offended

» drinks straight from the milk carton and calls it “efficient”

» makes direct eye contact while biting into string cheese sideways

» keeps forgetting they own scissors so they buy new ones every month

» randomly yells “PLOT TWIST” during normal conversations

» names every inanimate object (the toaster is Carl, the car is Brenda)

» insists their pet can text back if you give them enough time

» always forgets birthdays but remembers the exact date they saw a funny raccoon meme

» tries to carry all the grocery bags at once, nearly dies, does it again next week

» turns every group chat into chaos with cursed memes.

» chews ice cubes like they’re a food group

» writes their name on Tupperware with a sharpie and still loses it

Tips for Writing Emotional Breakdowns

✧  Crying isn’t pretty. It’s snot, blotchy faces, gasping for air, and red-rimmed eyes. Forget the single tear rolling down like in Hollywood.

✧  Anger often hides hurt. People lash out, slam doors, shout, not always because they’re just mad, but because they’re covering up fear or pain.

✧ Shaking is common. Stress dumps adrenaline into the system. Hands tremble, voices break, knees won’t stay steady.

✧ People go quiet, too. Not all breakdowns are screaming and sobbing. Some are dead silence, staring off, numb responses. Equally devastating.

✧ Exhaustion hits after. The “post-breakdown crash” is real ... headaches, sore eyes, complete emotional hangover. They’ll want to sleep for hours.

✧ Words get messy. Rambling, repeating the same sentence, stuttering, saying things they don’t mean. Emotions trip over themselves on the way out.

✧ Breathing changes. Short, shallow breaths, hiccupping gasps, or holding their breath without realizing. Sometimes it even feels like they’re choking.

✧ Embarrassment creeps in. Once the wave passes, a lot of people feel ashamed, apologizing or avoiding eye contact. Vulnerability often leaves guilt in its wake.

✧ cries in the bathroom because the soap dispenser “looked sad”

✧ insists they can speak fluent French now (they cannot)

✧ orders 47 chicken nuggets and eats 3

✧ sings the national anthem in the wrong language

✧ climbs onto the table to “make a speech” and forgets halfway through

✧ calls their ex, hangs up, then calls again to say “sorry butt-dial”

✧ tries to befriend the bartender and ends up confessing their life story

✧ claps when songs end like it’s a live concert

✧ writes their phone number on a napkin and hands it to a stranger upside down

✧ insists the Uber driver is their long-lost cousin

✧ falls in love with a traffic cone and refuses to leave it behind

✧ spends 20 minutes trying to unlock the wrong car

✧ declares they’re “immune to gravity” right before falling down the stairs

✧ steals a sign because it “looked lonely”

✧ takes selfies with strangers and cries when someone says no

✧ gets offended at the jukebox for “judging their music taste”

on survival

We’ve all read her. We may have even written her. Leather jacket, five knives, endless snark, but no depth. The FMC who’s “not like other girls”.

You want a badass FMC? Cool. But she needs substance, not just cool-girl props. Here’s how to keep her dangerous, capable, and not a cardboard cutout.

1. Give her skills, not vague “strength.” “She can fight” means nothing if we don’t know how. Hand-to-hand combat? Weapons training? Emotional manipulation? Lockpicking? Pick something concrete and show it in action. Specificity makes her competence believable, and memorable.

2. Let her be wrong. A flawless FMC is boring as hell. Give her blind spots. Let her underestimate someone, make a bad call, or get knocked on her ass. The point isn’t to humiliate her, it’s to make her human.

3. Control ≠ Coldness Your FMC can be emotionally guarded without being a brick wall. Let her have moments of vulnerability, but make sure she chooses when and with whom. Power is more interesting when it’s deliberate, not default.

4. Make her dangerous in her way She doesn't have to copy the MMC's style. Maybe he's brute force, she's surgical precision. Play with contrasts, it keeps both characters sharp.

5. Don't make her dominance cosplay. If she's dominant, let her stay dominant unless she chooses to give it up. Don't have her crumble at the first sign of male attention, that's not strength, that's a bait-and-switch.

6. Keep the romance from being her entire arc. She can fall in love with out losing her spine. Make sure she has goals, motives, and stakes outside the MMC. If he disappeared, she'd still have a story to live.

TL;DR: A badass FMC isn't built from a leather jacket and sass. She's built from capability, consequence, and control that feels earned. Make her human, make her flawed, and for the love of all things sharp, don't make her entire personality be "I'm not like other girls."