chronical fear

myhodgepodgebrain  asked:

Any tips on how to balance out making a villain likable enough where readers enjoy reading about them but not so likable that the readers root for them instead? Essentially, do you have any advice on how to write villains that readers love to hate?

Hey there! 

I absolutely love villains and the very best villains are hard to come by. 
We have answered several questions about writing antagonists that you should check out (here), bu I will give some of the basic tips that I’ve learned over the years.

Types of Villains

There are different types of antagonists, and different reasons why we love them. 

  • There are the chaotic good antagonists, doing the right thing for the wrong reason (Magneto from X-Men). 
  • There’s the lovable villains who are just bad at being bad (Dr. Doofenshmirtz from Phineas and Ferb or Dr. Drakken from Kim Possible). 

  • There are the ones that you just absolutely hate and you just want to watch them burn (Joffrey from Game of Thrones is pretty accurate).

I would advise that you start by determining what kind you want. Of course, your antagonist doesn’t have to fit any mold, but this is a good place to start if you have no idea. 

Motivation

Once you figure this out, you can move onto the next thing that will define your villain. After all, why would they oppose your protagonist if they didn’t have a reason? Granted, even the reason of ‘because they want to’ is a great reason. I found a list of 39 villain motivations that you can take a look at, but I’ll throw a few out:

  • Revenge: (Hera from Greek Mythology, Gaston from Beauty and the Beast) They were scorned by somebody or something and will get them back.
  • Fear: (Voldemort from Harry Potter,  Ichirō Yashida in The Wolverine) A chronic fear of something (death is a popular one) leads them to do whatever it takes to avoid it.

  • Desire to better oneself: (Stephen from Maleficent, Aaron Burr from Hamilton) Starting out on the bottom and wanting to be at the top.

  • Desire: (Ashfur from Warriors, Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame) If I can’t have him/her/them/it, nobody can.

  • Rule: (Loki from Thor, Scar from The Lion King) I was born to rule and nothing will stop me.
Crossing the line

Once you know what drives them, then you can figure out how they’ll validate their goal. What makes it more important than the risks and the cost of the goal? Why would Voldemort split his soul into multiple parts even though it would destroy who he was just to keep from dying? Is it a noble mission that they would sacrifice anything for? Is it something that a loved one died for and now they must complete it? Were they tormented as a child and want to make sure nobody goes through it again? Your hero has goals too, but they’re not likely to break every rule to achieve it. Crossing that line makes the villain different.

Only Human

The biggest thing, I’ve always seen, is to remember that your villain is a person (or robot, alien, magical underground monster flower, etc.) and they have good points and bad points. They can be charming, funny, compassionate (I know of several DC villains who fight Batman constantly but refuse to attack orphanages because they themselves were orphans), loving spouses and parents, good friends, etc. Going against society or the law doesn’t make them 100% evil. And few readers enjoy villains that are 100% evil. There’s no personality. 

Putting it all together

So to show an example of a good villain, I’ll give you mine.

One of my favorite villains of all time is Luke Castellan from the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series by Rick Riordan, and I’ll tell you why. He truly believed that what he was doing was right. He was like all the other demigods, ignored by his godly parent and not taken seriously. He got tired of seeing his fellow demigods killed for no reason, and decided to get rid of the old system. 

Then somebody with more power got a hold of him and gave him a way to do it. He knew that it was wrong and that he’d be breaking the rules, but he also knew that nothing else had worked. What’s a few lives lost if it saves countless others? Even when he fought against his friends he believed that he was saving them and that they would come around to his way of seeing things. 

And even when he lost he believed what he was doing was right. He believed it so strongly that the readers believed it. You spent the books wishing that he would realize his mistake and come back to his friends, because you loved the character, but not his choices. 

Please feel free to let us know if you have any other questions. Hope this helps!

–Dianne

Fears

TITLE: Fears


CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: ONE SHOT

AUTHOR: hiddlemediddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is your boyfriend and because of your chronic illness, you need to start using forearm crutches. Initially, you’re too afraid to use them in public, but Loki encourages you and you eventually go out using them

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: x

A few birds had decided to nest beside your apartment window. You could see clearly their incessant moving from one area to another, busily collecting the required twigs in order to build a nest for their young. Their perseverance, their endurance of the heat of the weather set your heart in awe, their chirruping awakening you far better than any droll alarm ever could.

Your head turned to find the sharp contrast of black against the silken white sheets. Loki, deluged in a sea of white sheets, was beside you, sprawled as though he were contented with remaining in his spot for the remainder of his immortal life. His pale skin did not contrast as sharply as his air, with his fingertips brushing against the back of your neck. It sent shivers down your spine, down to the continual pain that remained along your legs.

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It dawned on Jamie quite suddenly that to the boys he must seem a most romantic figure. Living alone in a cave, emerging at dark to hunt, coming down out of the mist in the night, filthy and wild-haired, beard all in a fierce red sprout— yes, at their age, it likely seemed a glamorous adventure to be an outlaw and live hidden in the heather, in a dank, cramped cave. At fifteen and sixteen and ten, they had no notion of guilt or bitter loneliness, of the weight of a responsibility that could not be relieved by action. 

They might understand fear, of a sort. Fear of capture, fear of death. Not the fear of solitude, of his own nature, fear of madness. Not the constant, chronic fear of what his presence might do to them— if they thought about that risk at all, they dismissed it, with the casual assumption of immortality that was the right of boys.

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Jamie - fear of solitude

(gif credit to @mssassenach) It seems this piece in the S3 trailer shows Jamie out hunting during his time living in the cave.

It dawned on Jamie quite suddenly that to the boys he must seem a most romantic figure. Living alone in a cave, emerging at dark to hunt, coming down out of the mist in the night, filthy and wild-haired, beard all in a fierce red sprout—yes, at their age, it likely seemed a glamorous adventure to be an outlaw and live hidden in the heather, in a dank, cramped cave. At fifteen and sixteen and ten, they had no notion of guilt or bitter loneliness, of the weight of a responsibility that could not be relieved by action.
They might understand fear, of a sort. Fear of capture, fear of death. Not the fear of solitude, of his own nature, fear of madness. Not the constant, chronic fear of what his presence might do to them—if they thought about that risk at all, they dismissed it, with the casual assumption of immortality that was the right of boys.

Excerpt From: Diana Gabaldon. “Voyager.” iBooks.

Of all the sadness in Voyager, I find Jamie’s years living alone in the cave to be the saddest, even more so than being imprisoned at Ardsmuir. For a man who spent so much time outdoors, who cherished being among those he loved and cared for, who worked hard tending to his land and home and animals, and especially for someone who loved to talk and tell stories…to be living in exile in a cave…he laid down his life for the sake of his family. Love makes people do strange things.

anonymous asked:

I had a really bad fight with my dad again and I don't feel welcome in my own house anymore. Would it be okay if I stay at Skyhold for a while, Solas? I'll help you with your frescos, I'm really good at painting!

Josephine has a chronic fear of having her undergarments stolen. Let’s not risk it turning that into reality by letting burglars into the castle.

-Solas

Hey…Been a while, I know, but it’s because I’ve fallen hard into the Youtube fandom in the past two months. It’s been fuuuuun! I randomly felt like posting my most recent Septic art here because @therealjacksepticeye is –

BECAUSE JACK IS BAAAAACK!! *AC/DC GUITAR RIFF*

Ahem. Jack’s back, so I needed to draw the Septic boys! From the bottom, they’re in order from oldest to youngest (though it took me forever to track down all of their creation dates -.-): Jackieboy Man, Marvin the Magnificent, Dr. Schneeplestein <3 , and Chase Brody!

Poor Chase and Schneep share their creator’s chronic fear of heights :/

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

—  Robert Hayden, Those Winter Sundays

It dawned on Jamie quite suddenly that to the boys he must seem a most romantic figure. Living along in a cave, emerging at dark to hunt, coming down out of the mist in the night, filthy and wild-haired, beard all in a fierce red sprout––yes, at their age, it likely seemed a glamorous adventure to be an outlaw and live hidden in the heater, in a dank, cramped cave. At fifteen and sixteen and ten, they had no notion of guilt or bitter loneliness, of the weight of a responsibility that could not be relieved by action.

They might understand fear, of a sort. Fear of capture, fear of death. Not the fear of solitude, of his own nature, fear of madness. Not the constant, chronic fear of what his presence might do to them––if they thought about risk at all, they dismissed it, with the casual assumption of immortality that was the right of boys.

Voyager by Diana Gabaldon

“Primary sclerosing cholangitis (PSC) is a chronic liver disease characterized by a progressive course of cholestasis with inflammation and fibrosis of the intrahepatic and extrahepatic bile ducts. The underlying cause of the inflammation is believed to be autoimmunity.” 

I have that. Sounds scary, right? It’s not, really, when it’s treatable. In the worst cases, a liver transplant is required. I’m very lucky in that the medicine my doctor gave me is working, and my liver is actually healing (I think). Every now and then, though, I get a sudden fear that the meds will stop working, or they won’t work enough, and I’ll need a new liver. I really don’t want to need a new liver. And I really don’t want the meds to not work. Before my liver started getting better, it was making me sleep upwards of 20 hours a day, and I was so itchy all over that I couldn’t help but scratch my skin open. It was a bad time. The itchiness is still a small problem, though I have another medicine that helps with that. The sleeping is no longer a problem at all. Every test for the last few years has shown that my liver is getting better. Every time they test it, it’s a little better (or the same, but never worse), so there’s really no reason to have any fear about my liver failing or whatever. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t still frighten me. I’ve heard the horror stories about waiting on a donor list, or about a donor organ being rejected. 

“Mom is alive, but she is different. It is in the way she moves—slowly, deliberately. Outings used to consist of going to the mall and having lunch. Now it is driving to doctor’s visits, and making sure she makes it inside safely. No amount of time in waiting rooms can make them feel like home.” 

In Sickness and Health by Zaria Ware

Let It Rain;

Summary: Bucky Barnes always tried his best to be in control, especially as he adjusts to life free of Hydra. On missions, he comes across almost as bossy as the Captain, only out of love. But this was one thing he couldn’t control, couldn’t plan for.

A/N: Warning for major character death!!!! Also, bonus points if you get the musical reference. Let me know if you have any requests. I hope all you love bugs are having good weeks xx 

“We have an emergency,” Steve burst into the Tower’s living room, causing a chorus of groans in response to his announcement that their day off would be interrupted by an unforeseen incident. Sam, who was taking a nap on the couch, was shaken away by Natasha as Steve got ready to debrief the team. “There’s a hostage situation in the Czech Republic that’s rumored to be coordinated by Hydra. We need to get over there, get in, and solve the issue with as few civilian casualties as possible.”

Everyone nodded, not paying much attention to Steve’s voice as they dispersed quickly to their respective rooms to prepare for the day’s work. Y/N grumbled to herself as she shrugged off a plush onesie and replaced it with her stealth suit. The thick, protective leather material clung to her skin almost uncomfortably, clinging to every curve of her form. This allowed Y/N to remain agile while fighting her opponents, but it didn’t change the fact that it was hot, sweaty, and often uncomfortable to wear. Not to mention, it didn’t provide much protection from potential wounds, not that anyone could hit Y/N in the first place.

“C’mon, you’re not going to meet the Queen,” Steve banged rudely on her door, “Let’s get it moving!” It was pretty routine for Y/N to be the last one climbing on board the Quinjet, yet the rest of the team was surprised each time by her near tardiness.

Finishing off by slicking her hair back into a bun, she deemed herself mission-ready. 

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When we have been overwhelmed by trauma or PTSD (especially early in life), our nervous system develops a habit of hypervigilance. Our stress response keeps playing itself out, triggering a perpetual anxiety loop and causing our body and mind to respond to small stresses as if they were big threats. The reptilian brain (responsible for preserving life) and limbic brain (responsible for emotional reactions) do not distinguish between a real or potential threat, making it easy to get locked in chronic fear, worry and tension. Even when there is no danger, the reptilian brain keeps our muscles tight and braced in case there is need to take action. We may feel perpetually on alert, constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or we may feel depressed, numb and sapped of energy. These are normal responses to living with a stressed nervous system.
—  Abby Rose

anonymous asked:

one of the Varia (lussuria) knows Someone Somewhere With Fibro and latches on to Tsuna and starts mothering him. this happens even while they're trying to kill him. it escalates into gift baskets and randomly appearing Varia with heated blankets.

i keep imagining tsuna trying to convince the cervello to Postpone Battles every now and then, esp his own, just so he can be there completely to support his guardians, but i think mostly he just gets permission from reborn and mom to skip school (bc i feel like school would eat up at least 30-40% of his energy/spoons on any given day) (not that i condone skipping school without good reason) (but assassins trying to kill you and your friends on schedule is probably a good reason) (not that tsuna’s telling nana about the assassins, he lets reborn handle that)

tsuna: what if don’t have enough spoons tomorrow? how am i going to go watch them fight? low spoon count should be a good reason to reschedule someone’s death battle.
reborn: you don’t have low spoon count, dame-tsuna, you just have a chronic fear of doing things in general.
tsuna: that’s the same thing!
reborn: besides, you’re not going to die.
tsuna: Yet.
tsuna: also, my left hip would like to say otherwise

anyway, i’m trying to think of a plausible way that one of the varia could find out tsuna has fibro / general chronic pain&fatigue and i’m coming up empty honestly, but i figure if they do manage to postpone some of the battles enough, someone could get curious and tail tsuna / do some Unethical Information Digging?? i don’t know that tsuna would feel comfortable talking about it in the presence of some random strangers trying to kill him, bc what if they use it to their advantage?? maybe they over hear him talking about it elsewhere.

either way, next thing he knows there’s an entire care package on his doorstep / windowsill / in his room (that’s kind of creepy, okay, who did it, fess up now and reborn might just shoot them half as much), consisting of a bunch of possibly helpful goodies and a note saying ‘try it all and leave a note where i can find it listing what works and i can get you more! from, varia (heart)’

tsuna: ……this is kind of creepy. a kind gesture. but mostly creepy. are those candles? are they poisoned? this tea?? will this blanket explode on me???
reborn: *cocks shotgun* let’s take it out back and shoot it. since i can’t shoot them personally, this will have to do.

lussuria, probably:  you’re not wearing the sweater i got you!
tsuna: oh, um. i wasn’t sure if it was going to dissolve my skin if i touched it. so we burned it. also, you broke into my room!
lussuria: …fair enough. good thing i had two of them in your size!
tsuna: *internally screaming*

…also i will admit to imagining tsuna and luss (or whichever varia person it was, but mainly luss, because luss) (and fibro-friend) going on spa trips together…… tsuna’s honestly just there for the massage though, that’s some good shit right there. he hightails it right after.