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Who is Mary Sue, wewe ask?

She is a pest, a scourge, a CURSE upon the world of fiction; a dull, cliche character who mostly invades the shabiki fiction universe (especially in fandoms like Lord of the Rings au Harry Potter), but can also be found in original work, TV shows, books, movies, etc. In shabiki fiction, she's usually the fangirl's way of inserting herself in the story and pairing herself up with the cutest/hottest character. This infamous evil can be identified kwa the following traits:

1: She is stunningly/unusually beautiful. Oh she may deny it, claiming to be a "plain Jane" and modestly deflecting any compliments on her looks, but everyone else in the story will be sure to drool all over her. Mary Sue is perfection incarnate - perfect hair, perfect eyes (the kind that "sparkle like jewels" au "pierce into your soul"), perfect skin, perfect figure, gorgeous gowns/snazzy leather warrior outfits, cool-looking weapons, etc...though she may kubeba a striking resemblance to the mwandishi of the story. And she sometimes shares the author's name (that includes middle, last, nicknames, acronyms, etc.) Mary Sue could easily be described as an "author's pet" au a self-insert.

2: She has multiple special abilities au skills (like she can somehow "wield a blade" really well without years of training and experience...unless, of course, she's been trained kwa the best since age four). There's nothing she can't do au excel at, everything gets handed to her on a silver platter, and her Speshulness knows no bounds. She could be a shape-shifter with Super Powerful Shiny Magic and a wow-the-crowd imba voice, au a genius computer hacker who can play the flute and violin, has a black ukanda in karate AND can recite encyclopedia excerpts on a dime, au a half-angel warrior princess who sends the Bad Guys buggering off just kwa going all "echo-y voice and holy light"...you get the idea.

3: Going hand in hand with the above, she's always being uber-heroic, rescuing bila mpangilio people and saving the day. The fate of Life, The Universe and Everything depends on her. Without her Speshulness to aid the Good Guys in the epic battle, the Bad Guys are sure to win and the world is utterly DOOMED.

4: She's kind and virtuous (unless she's an EVIL Mary Sue) and has no big character flaws of any kind. (And no. Clumsiness and/or a feisty temper do NOT count; they're far too generic and only serve to make her look "cute".) She's usually either a "sweet angel" type, "mysterious woman" type au the "rebellious princess" type.

5: At least one character falls immediately/insanely in upendo with her, and vice versa (usually the hottest guy. Go figure.)

6: All the good characters in the story just seem naturally drawn to her (especially children and fuzzy animals). She's maarufu where it matters. EVERYONE likes her. Except the Bad Guys, of course...as well as any unimportant characters who serve no other purpose in the story than to be annoying and/or jealous of her utter perfection.

7: Sometimes there is a prophecy au legend about her. Usually it says something about her Speshulness, an all-important destiny, Twoo Wuv written in the stars, blah blah blah...

8: She is portrayed as being cooler/more mature au zaidi important/powerful than everyone else in the story. Though on the flip side, she could also be portrayed as the poor, defenseless, yet ever courageous damsel-in-distress. Everything's always either about her au her love-interest. She doesn't know the meaning of "teamwork" and she steals the spotlight from everyone else.

9: She often has a tragic/angsty/mysterious past and her upendo interest has to "heal her wounded heart" au something. If she doesn't have a tragic/angsty/mysterious past, she always finds SOMETHING to angst about...and of course, her Twoo Wuv always rushes to comfort her. Oy.

10: She is so darn perfect and 2-dimensional that it's annoying and boring. She's either so perfect, so weird au so lacking in personality that the readers can't relate to her au grow to truly care about her as her own character. Strip away the beauty, the magic powers, the all-important destiny and the upendo interest and what do wewe have underneath? Virtually nothing.

Now that we've met Mary Sue, let me introduce wewe to her lesser-known cousins! Yeah, that's right...she has relatives.

Meet Gary Stu, the boy version of Mary Sue! He can be all of the above, as well as being the muscular, uberly-hot guy who's always saving the damsels in distress, bravely fighting the Bad Guys, hacking into computers like an expert and diffusing the bomb that's hidden in the wedding cake with the pair of pliers he just happened to have in his pocket.

Last and definitely least, there's Marty Sam. He's closely related to Gary Stu, only he's a lot zaidi sensitive and angsty. Usually he has a dark, super-tragic past (like his alcoholic dad beat him as a kid au something) and he's always throwing melodramatic pity parties about how miserable and wretched he is. He swoons over the beautiful girl of his dreams and goes on and on about how he's such a HORRIBLE MONSTER who's oh-so-unworthy of her. He can be every bit as hawt as Gary Stu, au he can pull a Hunchback of Dotredame routine, i. e. so ugly that his beautiful upendo interest can't help but take pity on him and fall in upendo with him for his "beautiful, broken heart".

So how can wewe avoid turning your characters into Mary Sues/Gary Stus/Marty Sams?

Well, one thing I've found that leads to a Mary-Sue is getting too attached to your heroine. wewe might have a brilliant back story for your girl, but does the audience really need to know every detail? wewe might have designed every ounce of her clothing and styled her hair just right, but is it integral to the plot? Probably not. A lot of the time what makes a Mary-Sue so awful is that so much of the focus is on this character that no one kusoma the story really cares all that much about her.

Another thing to keep in mind is to avoid having the character be too flawed. If wewe have a character that has a terminal illness, a bad back, is blind, can't hear, and is wielding a sword in battle and totally kicking butt and saving the day, you've got a problem. It's fine to have a character with one of those "flaws" au traits, but not all of them, and make them act accordingly. Make sure the flaws have something to do with the story and aren't just things wewe stick in to make her appear less perfect. Too flawed is just as bad as too perfect.

AFTERTHOUGHT: It should be noted that there IS such a thing as a "good" Mary Sue, and that there are a few exceptions where characters can have a lot of the symptoms above and NOT be a Mary Sue (like the elves in Lord of the Rings, for instance). There are many examples of "good" Mary Sues out there, such as Nancy Drew, Sarah Crew from A Little Princess, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and other characters. What makes them different from other Mary Sues is that they are all believable, vibrant, well-rounded, likable characters that people can root for.

Having alisema that, DON'T get cocky. These kinds of exceptions are rare. Most likely, if wewe have written a main character into one of your stories who possesses many au all of these qualities, wewe have created a Mary Sue (or one of her cousins). So get someone to look over your work, lest this infamous pest overtake you!

If wewe would like to test your character for Mary Sue symptoms, I highly suggest visiting these sites:

The Universal Mary Sue Litmus Test
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The Writer's Mary Sue Test:
link
Book 2


Alexander Riley
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9. N E A R T H E L I M I T


After a few weeks, Mariah was recovered from the accident. I didn’t really expect she would come and get me. She just appeared in the racing tracks in the other night telling me to slow down. I was surprised, though. It’s like she was concerned. I didn’t know why I kissed her in the forehead. I’m pretty sure she expects that we’ll be touching lips kwa then. But, that didn’t bother me too much.
Mariah is a great person. She’s thoughtful, funny, well what else can I say, gorgeous? I guess that’s the right word to describe...
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They say it was like small nyota falling from the sky. au meteorite. was it these? No. It was just POOKIE.
From the heavens he fell, crashing into the ground. God! what was that smell? It was pookie's one final toot.

pookie was rushed to the vet. will he survive? the docotors couldn't belive what they saw.. he had a few broken Bones from the fall, and sekunde degree burns on his butt.
The nurse looked at the doctor. "what does this mean?" she asked. and the doctor replied. "Beans"

Pookie had healed fast. he was realeased. and aliyopewa ointment for his ass.
Free at last! Go! pookie go! Pookie ran for...
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Preface
In middle school there are always groups there are the popular's with their clothes’, make up, money, and fame.

Then there are the nerds with their books, notes, pencils, and beakers for science class.

The musicians and artists with their instruments, voices, paintbrushes, and masks.

The actors and actresses with all their props, costumes, make up, and outgoingness.

Then there are the gangs though there aren’t many in our school with all the bling. Boom boxes and baggy clothes.

Last there are the jocks with their footballs, uniforms, and nets.

First Period
My Dirty Blonde hair...
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Chapter 2 Hue
Exo-Vampires

Everybody has their chances

Don’t touch me.
    The filthy half-vampire was sitting in the corner while I, me, out of all people... Wanyonya damu had to watch over the muddy thing. Thing is not a good word for the half-vampire, it is zaidi of an IT. Maybe it does not need to live. Why? Why does it have to sleep like that. Sleeping is not normal if wewe are a vampire. Stupid Half.
    “Ahh!” It screamed in its sleep.
    “Shut, UP!” I yelled, smacking it in the face. It opened its eyes, revealing a big bruise...
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posted by TeamRosalieHale
3: Cry Little Sister

Rosalie and Alice had finished hunting and were slowly walking through the forest, a good 100, 150 miles from home. Alice turned her head to the darkening sky and tilted it carefully, listening almost. “It’s going to rain soon” she said, looking at Rosalie.
“What a surprise” she muttered, keeping her eyes forward. Alice sighed and Rosalie untied and retied her long blonde hair for what had to be the millionth time that day. “Ready?” she asked Alice, stopping and getting ready to run. She nodded and just before they were to take off, they heard a long high...
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The wind blowing through my hair was an exhilarating feeling. Jasper had taught me how to ride his bike a couple of months ago; I was surprised when he alisema yes because he was usually quite responsible. I hadn’t been much good at first but after a few hours I had got the hang of it, no one else knew that I could ride his bike and it was nice to be able to take it out for a private drive now and again.
When I reached Forks, instead of slowing down I sped up, making sure no one saw me. I parked outside the chemist and rushed inside. I knew that I had to do this but my stomach was filled with...
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posted by djsheshe
I know the way it eats your mind
The way your brain, eaten up
The one that leaves wewe silent, blind
Long after you've had enough

I know the way it devours your thoughts
The way wewe feel confused
It feels like a million knots
It leaves wewe feeling used

I know the way it stabs your moyo
The way it leaves wewe here to bleed
It makes quite sure to tear wewe apart
The time wewe really need

I know the way it hurts your feelings
The way it leaves wewe blue
wewe say wewe see, when not really seeing
wewe say wewe know, but that's not true

I know the way wewe try and hide it
But then wewe know you'll always find it
In the trees and in the gravel
This lie wewe call friendship, I can't unravel.
posted by Twilightsauce
Hola!
Sorry this chapter has taken so long -my computer brok so I had to re write it!!!- but enjoy!
Amber

Running, breathing, living, hunting, fighting and Jake. These were the only five words running through my head right now. We hadn’t been running long and I was still at the front of the mduara, duara with Jake. As we ran I could almost smell the danger approaching us. I knew that the others were trying not to onyesha their anxiety around me but I knew that these newborns weren’t as new any zaidi and were becoming better fighters kwa the day.
“Stop,” I herd Alice call from behind me, “The newborns...
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 But I guess this is the price for not agreeing with a vampire.
But I guess this is the price for not agreeing with a vampire.
I woke up to the wailing of birds in the distance and the acrid smell of compost nearby. I couldn't see; it appeared that the night sky blended in with the darkness behind my eyelids when closed. I felt my body plastered against a marble slab that was the same length as my being, and sweat was misted against my skin. Strangely, the only way I could tell this was kwa leaning my head down to take a peek, realizing my skin was so white that it would be hard to tell if I had any blood at all in my body. My flesh felt numb, and shivering once brought my senses into a lighter view, but only enough...
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 I very slightly opened my eyes to peek past my fear, watching those bright blue eyes take hold along my neck, then the silk lips press against my flesh.
I very slightly opened my eyes to peek past my fear, watching those bright blue eyes take hold along my neck, then the silk lips press against my flesh.
I was turned back in a time where I was extremely young, and didn't have the silver locks of hair that I have now. No, then I was a black soul, and even now I don't think there is any emotion in me. I was certain, even when I was human au vampire, that I had a heart, but there was no certainty that I had pure emotions, anything that expressed a positive feeling towards another. Only when I realized those green eyes that resembled a cat's, lithe and ferocious but yet gentle, all at once, did I overcome the mirthing shadows in my moyo and defined a brighter side of me, the light. It took me...
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posted by Fangirl99
As Vanessa walked into the spooky house,she looked for Dr.Vamp.

"hello?is anybody here?hello?"

"Good evening,"a voice called out sounding a lot like Dracula.

"huh?whos that?"Vanessa asked the voice with no body.

"Turn around."called the voice

so she did,and turned to a white man with very pale skin,and red lip stick

"come,sit."said the white man,pointing to his chair.

"Hello,i am Dr.Vamp.Who do we have here?"

"My name is Vanessa Colorado,and ive been experiencing strange behavior."

"mhm,like what?"

"well,at school today,i bit someones arm"

"Did blood come out"

"a little"

"were there marks?"

" yes,tiny ones,though."...
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Please read the other chapters and tell me whether this is any good au not. And if wewe don't like it, please give constructive critisicm.



The last of the chajio, chakula cha jioni guests poured out of Joseph Warren's house. He didn't have chajio, chakula cha jioni parties often because they usually resulted in fight's between two different people au parties with extremely different political views. Fortunately, their was only one, small conflict on whether America should be fighting communism in other coutries au not. Joeseph of course took the side of fighting communism, and so did a couple of others. But most of the other people...
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Oh great it’s probably that creepy garbage man again. I thought. I turned around anyway, my eyes widened, I felt my face turn red, I couldn’t believe who was standing in front of me. I felt embarrassed. He just stared at me, with a look that just says hello. I opened my mouth thinking I was going to say something. Nothing came out I quickly shut my mouth and took a step back, about to walk away. “No, don’t run,” he said, his voice was so sweet.
“I… Umm…. Em…Eminem…uhh… hello?” I stuttered nervously with a stupid grin on my face, after I knew he wasn’t mad at me.
“Who...
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After the film they all walk to Antiworld to hang out for awhile. They all laid on the grass, peacefully thinking about bila mpangilio things in their lives. Grito was watching over them, thinking that Cassie, Nathan, Slone and Lindsay may be in trouble if they keep their bonds with the others. Parvulo was sleeping on Grito’s shoulder, making no sound what so ever. Grito himself was getting drowsy, he quickly fell asleep, and he hadn’t slept in a few days, watching over them. What could stop something from attacking them now, Grito is asleep, and a sneak attack and Grito may not be able to save...
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He looked at me with his eyes so soft and green,
My thoughts immediately became obscene.
He smiled and I turned all squishy inside,
My mind tried to run away and hide, but
My body couldn't refuse the notion
His eyes proofed my feelings otherwise.
We walked on the beach, pwani hand in hand,
are feet delighted in the soft warm sand.
We could smell the sweet scent of desire on one another
As we drifted off into paradise.

The ocean was sparkling with delight, on this glorious afternoon.
The sun was set above the cloudless horizon. The summarily, briskly air filled my surroundings with temptation.
As I adventured...
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posted by ashesandwine
 The Universaty's maktaba (Biblioteca Joanina in portuguese)
The Universaty's Library (Biblioteca Joanina in portuguese)
This one is for just_bella, let go of the bad moments, hon! We need to enjoy the present, look out for the future and let the past in the past... Don't forget, but don't let it control you:D
Thanks to patrisha727, emmett4ever, and everyone for the support:D



"Catherine's POV"

The sun may shine through the day, the moon may light up the night but I'm still in the dark, I'm still looking for my shining light to guide me out of this misery, out of the dark...
Until our inayofuata rendezvous, I send wewe a million kisses... Do not send me any back for they set my blood into flames...
Ever yours...



Three...
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 Sakura Haruno From Naruto Punching Naruto Uzumaki
Sakura Haruno From Naruto Punching Naruto Uzumaki
1.Lloyd2-I Just Got Real Close To Him In The Past 5 Hours.

2.Hidanfan-She's Real Funny, Cool To Chat In The Chatroom With, And She's Just Plain Awesome! We Even Created A Spot Called "Giovannimtz&Hidanfan" I Thought Of The Idea, She Made It! I Also Created Her A Spot Called "Hidanfan" She's Also Obsessed With Hidan From Naruto.

3.Akatsuki_Otaku-She Loves The Akatsuki From Naruto Like I Do. I Was Her First shabiki And She's Fun To Chat With Like Hidanfan.

4.Bond_Of_Fury-I Also Got Close To Him In The Past 2 Hours, Lol.

5.Rusty746454-She Was My Bff On fanpop But She Started To Stop Going On Fanpop...
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i was a normal 18 mwaka old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( zaidi like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i alisema " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he alisema " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he alisema " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope wewe like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!


Love Is A Tortured Soul

Love is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets Lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
Love is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for wewe to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, au so it thinks.
It’s always being teased by...
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Alex's hunter had a name. Only one person knew his name and that was his ex wife. He was utterly baffled that Alex wouldn't crack where his family was. This was going to be hard.
Just then the door opened revealing his ex wife Melinda and his daughter Melanie. Alex's hunter felt his anger rise up into his head
"Crap Melinda why can't wewe bring her inayofuata year?" he roared raising his fists
Melinda became furious. He knew she would be coming! "Jerry calm yourself. It's your winter to take care of Melanie. wewe don't want to talk to my lawyer again do you?" She asked eying him like she trapped him...
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