First and foremost, do your research. Insanity is not confined to one set of traits – it can manifest itself in many different ways. In fact, insanity is a vague term and is hard to define, unless you mean that your character’s mind is completely gone, as in they have lost all rational mental facilities and can no longer function (although even that can have some base rules and limitations). There are some disorders that could cause irrational thoughts or actions, such as:
: this is defined as “an abnormal condition of the mind that results in a loss of contact with reality”. People with psychosis may experience personality changes and thought disorder. This disorder can cause unusual or bizarre behavior, as well as difficulty with social interaction and impairment in carrying out daily life activities.
: “a personality disorder characterized by persistent antisocial behavior, impaired empathy or remorse, and bold, disinhibited, egotistical traits”. Symptoms include “superficial charm and glibness, inflated sense of self-worth, constant need for stimulation, lying pathologically, conning others or being manipulative, lack of remorse or guilt, shallow emotions, callousness or lack of empathy, using others (a parasitic lifestyle), poor control over behavior, promiscuous sexual behavior, behavioral problems early in life, lack of realistic long-term goals, being impulsive, being irresponsible, blaming others and refusing to accept responsibility for actions, having several marital relationships, delinquency when young, revocation of conditional release, and criminal acts in several realms (criminal versatility)” (
). Psychopathy is a popular choice as a trait of villains, due to its egotistical nature and its characteristic lack of empathy or emotion.
: contrary to belief, sociopathy is not the same as psychopathy (although the two are very similar). Sociopathy, which is also called “antisocial personality disorder”, is defined as “a mental condition in which a person has a long-term pattern of manipulating, exploiting or violating the rights of others”. Symptoms include “a disregard for right and wrong, persistent lying or deceit to exploit others, being callous, cynical and disrespecting others, and using charm and wit to manipulate others for personal gain”. Genetic factors and abusive households are thought to contribute to the development of sociopathy.
The main differences between psychopathy and sociopathy are that psychopaths tend to be born, while sociopaths tend to be made; both have a tendency to break the law, but psychopaths will minimize risk to themselves and plan ahead while sociopaths will act under impulse with little to no thought for consequences; psychopaths can hold a steady job and function in society while sociopaths usually cannot. (source)
From personal experience (what I’ve read and heard), I define insanity as a whole as “a loss of reason” or “a blurring of the lines between right and wrong”. A person may have an underlying condition for a long period of time (as one of the above) and never show serious signs, only to have an event or a series of events push them over the edge. For example, in Stephen King’s book It, Henry Bowers (one of the antagonists) is a fourteen year old boy who grows up with his father on a farm on the outskirts of a small town by the name of Derry, Maine. His father fought in World War II and returned with trauma and some kind of mental disorder (it’s unclear what disorder), which checks off the “bad home environment” requirement on the list of symptoms of sociopathy; Bowers is the school bully and terrorizes the younger kids, which shows “violating the rights of others”. In the summer of 1958, he especially takes after a group of seven kids (the main protagonists of the novel), and throughout the storyline they continue to best him and his two friends (minions, really), both individually and together. That series of losses to those seven kids gradually pushes Henry to further and further lengths–first he only wants to make them cry, then he wants to beat them up, then he wants to land them in the hospital (and he breaks one of the kid’s arms, but that still isn’t enough), and finally he decides to kill them all. (*SPOILER ALERT!*) He kills his father, then goes after the kids, and by that point he is definitely clinically insane. (I would totally recommend reading this book – not only is it a great read, but Henry Bowers is one of the best, least cliché, most clearly-written cases of insanity in a character I’ve ever read, hence why I’ve used him as an example.)
I would say his insanity is characterized by his inability to reason with himself (or listen to the reason of others) and decide when enough is enough, or what is truly important. His friends become worried about the lengths he is willing to go over something as simple as a few kids not being afraid of him, but they say nothing – they’re afraid to contradict or correct him, because he has lost all reason. If you want to write an insane character, I believe that the loss of reason is at the root of most (if not all) insanity, temporary or otherwise.
Sorry, this was very long-winded, but this topic fascinates me. I hope this was helpful! If something wasn’t clear or you need more assistance, please feel free to shoot me another ask! - @authors-haven
Yeeessssss, Queen! I hope you’ve been having a wonderful week so far! Everyone deserves to have one 😊 I do have a simple request, with Derek Morgan, where the reader is naturally shy and quiet, the opposite of Derek, and they have been together for a couple years and she has a baby girl from a previous relationship and Derek proposes an adoption for her daughter with the official papers on the toddler’s birthday during the party at Rossi’s? Sounded simpler in my head 😅 I hope it makes sense 😊
Yes, I can! Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!
Sitting with your daughter in your lap, the two of you make funny faces at each other as the team smiles on at your shenanigans.
“I still can’t believe you ended up with someone like her,” Rossi murmurs as he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Yeah, I figured you’d go for someone more…”
“Outgoing?” Derek finishes.
“Well, more like you, really,” Spencer admits.
“She took me by surprise, too,” Derek murmurs as his eyes lock onto you beginning a tickle fight on the couch.
The sight brought a small smile to his lips.
“You got it bad,” Rossi says as he smiles coyly at Derek.
“For both of ‘em,” he admits.
Hotch and J.J. just look at each other, shooting knowing glances off in the corner as your daughter’s squeals begin to ricochet around David’s home.
“Mommy! Stop! Stoooooop!”
“Are you suuuuuuuure?” you smile broadly, your fingers dancing along her stomach as her wild hair splays out on Rossi’s couch.
“Mommyyyy!!” she squeals.
“Say you love me,” you muse, your hands stopping their gyrations as your daughter pants lightly on the cushions.
“I love you,” she breathes.
“And I love you both,” Derek muses, coming up behind the two of you and placing a kiss on the top of your head as you look up at him from under your eyelashes.
“Thank you for inviting us,” you muse lightly as you watch your boyfriend of two years bend down and place a big kiss on your daughter’s red cheek.
“Derry!” she squeals as she wraps her arms around his neck.
“Derry?” Rossi mouths to Garcia as the team smiles broadly at the nickname.
“Well, the invitation to the dinner is a bit selfish…” Derek begins.
“What’s wrong?” you ask lightly, your brow crinkling with worry as Derek holds your daughter close to him.
“Is the food ready yet?” she pouts into the crook of his neck.
“Almost, sweetheart,” he coos breathily, rubbing her back as his flicks his gaze towards you.
“Why don’t we go sit down?” he asks as he stands to his feet with your daughter in his arms.
The panic began to settle in your stomach as you shot to your feet, your hands shaking as you scurry over to the kitchen table.
As you watch him sit your daughter in the chair, you see Rossi appear behind her and set a plate of apples and grapes in front of her.
“For the princess of the evening,” Rossi smiles as you shoot him a confused look.
“Thank you,” she says timidly, looking to you for approval as you nod your head towards the plate.
“Go ahead, honey. Eat. I know you’re hungry,” you coo lightly as you settle your trembling hands in your lap.
It was then that you saw Derek pull an envelope from his lap and place it on the table.
“I want to ask you something,” he starts.
Swallowing deep as you turn your gaze back to him, you can no longer keep the tears of worry at bay as Derek’s face begins to morph, his hands reaching out quickly for yours just as he realizes how hard you’re trembling.
“Hey hey hey hey…nothing bad is happening. Everything is alright,” Derek shushes as you sniffle lightly, casting your gaze down into your lap as he watches your tears drip onto your dress.
“You’re worrying me,” you whisper lightly.
“Mommy?” your daughter asks with a full mouth.
“Mommy’s alright,” you breathe, flickering your watery gaze to your daughter as you smile tightly at her.
“I just want to ask you something, that’s all,” Derek soothes as he squeezes your hands in reassurance.
“Ok…” you trail off hesitantly.
“We’ve been together for two years,” Derek begins again.
“Mhm,” you nod as you rip your gaze from your lap.
“And I’ve loved you for a majority of that time,” Derek adds.
“Me, too,” you snicker lightly, smiling as your gaze finally hits his.
“Hey there,” Derek smiles.
“Hi,” you breathe lightly before giggling.
“You made mention a few months ago about your fear of Aida (ah-ee-duh) growing up without a father.”
You felt your eyebrows twitch in curiosity as Derek scoots his chair closer to you.
The team had already latched on to what was happening, the papers in the envelope as Garcia gasps lightly, bringing her hand to her mouth as tears begin to pool in her eyes.
“Oh my god,” she whispers to herself.
“I suppose, dating someone who sees the worst in society, I can’t help but fear the worst for her…”
Trailing off as you pan your gaze over to your beautiful daughter, her mouth chewing large bites of food as you giggle and shake your head, you feel Derek let go of your hands as papers begin to shuffle.
It was then that you finally put all of the pieces together.
“I love you,” he says, stopping you mid-sentiment as your eyes widen lightly, “I love you, and Aida, with everything that I have. The work I do, the time I take off, the late nights I spend in the office so I can have long weekends…it’s all for you both.”
You felt your eyes watering once again as your gaze flickers down to the papers.
The adoption papers.
“I would do anything to protect the two of you,” he urges as he brings his hand up, covering yours that are now settled on the table as you swallow thickly.
“…just as a man should for his family,” he finishes.
You felt your gaze flicker over to your daughter who was now climbing off of her seat and making her way around the table to you two.
“Mommy? What’s going on?” she asks lightly.
The pause that filled the room was deafening as the team physically stepped closer to listen to the exchange.
“Sweetie,” you begin, pulling your hands from Derek as you wrap them around your daughter, pulling her into your lap, “do you remember that question you asked me a couple of months ago? The one about Derek?”
“Yeah,” she lulls lightly.
“Do you remember what I told you?” you coo as you brush her hair back, the confusion now wafting over Derek’s face as you place a light kiss at her temple.
“Yeah…” she trails off slowly.
“Can you tell Derry what I said?” you ask.
“Well, I asked you if he was gonna stay. And you said for as long as he wants,” your daughter responds.
It was now Derek’s turn to have watery eyes.
“How would you feel if we were a family?” you ask her.
“What do you mean?” she asks as she shifts in your lap.
“Derek wants to…”
Trailing off as you try to find the words, you look over at Derek for some sort of guidance.
It was then that Derek slid off of his chair and onto his knees in front of your daughter.
“Do you know what a proposal is, Aida?” he asks.
You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you tighten your grip instinctively around your daughter.
“Yeah!” Aida squeals.
“So you know how important that question is, and how someone who is asking wouldn’t want to mess it up,” he lulls.
“Are you proposing to mommy?” your daughter asks.
“No,” Derek snickers as your body relaxes lightly.
“At least not yet,” Derek adds, flicking his gaze towards you as he winks playfully.
You felt your cheeks blush as you watch Derek take your daughter’s hand within his.
“Proposals are for really important questions,” Derek emphasizes.
“Ok,” your daughter responds.
“So…I have one for you,” he smiles as he leans in and kisses the top of your daughter’s hand.
“You wanna marry me!?” she squeals, earning a hearty chuckle from the team behind the two of you as you curl your lips back into your mouth to stifle your laughter.
“Not exactly,” Derek says between his chuckles.
“Then what is it?” Aida asks.
“I want to ask you if you will let me be your father,” Derek breathes.
The silence that descends upon the room is fraught with tension and pregnant with anxiousness.
“Wait…” your daughter says, causing your back to pull taut as worry starts to flash behind Derek’s eyes.
“…you mean you’re not already?” your daughter asks, confusion wafting over her face as hot tears spring quickly to your eyes.
And it was then, for the first time in the two years you had known him, that you saw Derek cry.
“Come here, beautiful,” he breathes, pulling your daughter from your lap as he wraps his arms tightly around her.
“I’ll always be, if you want me to be,” Derek whispers into her ear as you bring your hands to your mouth in an attempt to stifle your hiccuping sobs.
“I love you, Daddy,” Aida coos as she squeezes her small arms around Derek’s neck.
“I love you, too, sweetheart,” he murmurs lowly, stroking her hair as he swallows hard.
You had the packet of papers signed before Rossi set the table for dinner that evening.
Full name: Frederigo Nikolai Pierre Nickname: Freddy, Derry, DD Gender: Male Age: 26 D.O.B: April 18, 1988 Nationality: Sangre Grande, Trinidad and Tobago Race: Black (Afro-Trinidadian) Height: 6’1 Weight: 139 lbs Eye Color: Dark Brown Hair: 4C Texture. Mini dreads with shaved sides. Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship status: Single Siblings: Younger sister Social Class: Lower to Upper Zodiac: Aries Tattoos/Scars: No/Yes Current residence: West Village, NY / Downtown LA, California Occupation: Photographer (his preference is street photography but his bread and butter is mostly fashion and still life photography)
King Tut was sporting a morning woody when his tomb was opened in 1924 – he was a teenager when he died, you know. One theory suggests that the embalmers back in ancient Egypt took the time to stuff their dead king’s junk as a response to the catastrophic religious movement his father started during his reign. In a way, Tutankhamun’s erect penis could almost be called a declaration of holy war, a return to the old ways that made Egypt prosperous before Tut’s dad turned everything upside-down. And, after all, what better way to make a political statement than through a penis encased in a tomb for thousands of years?
Continuing this calamity of errors, when Tut’s body was first examined by Howard Carter and anatomist Douglas Derry, his dong immediately broke off (Tut’s, not Derry’s) and was not seen again until decades later, when scientists conducting a CT scan believe they found it lying in the sand beneath his body. No wonder so many people involved in the dig died mysteriously: They didn’t just mess with a mummy; they messed with his dick.