#villain main character

[bee-barnes-author]

rewrites for Warden of the Damned are going well! I was hesitant to go back into this universe but it’s actually nice revisiting these characters.

[sillinesslolz]

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So since I'm on art block I'm showing you my ocs for a comic I'm working on because there's drawings of them.

This guy is named Carl

My friend drew this. His hair is black, his skin is white, the eyes were a mistake, when I was drawing him I accidentally filled in his eyes with black but I decided to keep it. Even though his hair is shoulder length (which is often seen in women) he is a male. He is 3'6. He is a gay man. He is a main character along with Alex, Todd, Charlie, Gary, Noom, and Larry (I'll show them later) He is a villain. He is a alien.

This is Andromeda.

My friend also drew this. Andromeda is a robot. She is made to look human, though because she is a robot she technically doesn't have a gender she is ment to look like a human female. Her skin is made of a thick rubber and her hair is made of horse hair. She has human lungs, heart, and a brain (and the stuff to keep it alive). She is named after the galaxy. She is a lesbian. She uses a sledge hammer as a weapon. She has a robotic arm and robot eye that is visible (all of her body parts are robot but the other eye has a paint job and the other arm is covered with the rubber "skin"). She doesn't know she's a robot, she knows her arm that isn't covered by rubber is robotic but she doesn't know that her other eye is robotic. Even though she is named after a Galaxy she doesn't know what stars are (until the main characters are introduced to her). She has a human voice. Her hair is in pony tails and is lavender with black tips at the end. She is a villain. She is technically a alien because she was built on a different planet that's not earth.

I have some other drawings of other OCs but I'll have to find them. If you want to see them then I'll show

[serephinastardust]

Dreamsequence chapter for Eystria

Finding herself in an etheral plane, she has no memory of why she is here or what she was doing. Unsure if alive, dead, or dreaming, what will she do now?

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I found myself in a realm of ethereal twilight. I wasn’t sure how I got here and honestly; I didn’t even remember what it was I doing. So, I observed my surroundings, trying to get stock of my situation. If I was dreaming, this was a pretty fucking hard core lucid dream, one I never experienced before. I noted that the air seemed to crackle around me with energy, and the beneath my feet pulsed an unseen power. And looking at my feet, I realized the ground looked like my surroundings, so I really had no idea if I was standing or floating here.

As I took a few more minutes to observe myself and my surroundings, I slowly came to hear echoes of the ritual still resonating within me, intertwining with the whispers of ancient promises. I felt like my choice to slightly alter the ritual was a good one. One minor, completely harmless ritual, for the ability to obtain knowledge faster? I couldn’t fathom there would be a downside.

With my confidence confirmed, I decided to explore this ethereal twilight a bit. I couldn’t see anything worthy of note, and I needed to know why I was here and how to get back to the library. I really wanted to delve into those books. What felt like forever and no time at all, a tapestry of stars unfurled itself before me. For a moment I felt small beneath it, but the echoes of my ritual spurred me on and made that feeling quickly disappear.

“What are you?” I said out loud knowing no response would come. I could see all the constellations of my world on the tapestry, woven in an infinite number of combinations, like trying to tell a story. And I was no tapestry weaver, but it almost looked like it was still weaving as I analyzed it. Are those new constellations being woven? I was dumbfounded, were new constellations forming above my world?

Slowly observing old and new constellations alike, I could vaguely make out a telling of a tale of cosmic mysteries from them. Each individual star whispered secrets, their voices both seductive and menacing. There was promise of power beyond measure, the ability to rewrite fate, to reclaim what I had lost. The ethereal twilight, wrapped around me, slowly becoming pure darkness while I wasn’t paying attention. It was both comforting and suffocating at the same time.  

In the distance, figures began to emerge from the obsidian shadows. My family, their forms luminous yet translucent, walked toward me with smiles that held both love and sorrow. Their voices reached me like distant echoes, their words a haunting melody. It took all my strength not to break down, I missed them oh so much.

“Elystria,” [Insert name] voice murmured, a whisper of wind through the ancient tress. “You need power to bring us back, to reunite our souls.”

With that sentence, a feeling of wrongness crept over me, if felt wrong. I was fairly confident it was something they wouldn’t say. Did I miss hear, then again it’s not like this was something we ever discussed. Do I even have a right to doubt them, considering I was the one that unfairly ended their lives? If only I could tell if this was dream or hallucination.

“What’s the cost mother?”, my girls said in unison, harmonizing like a choir, resonating in my ears. “Mother, the path you tread is perilous. What would you sacrifice for us? Everything?”

The stars overhead began to flicker, their lights dimming as if in warning. The promises of power intertwined with the many doubts that clawed at my heart. I reached out, my fingers brushing the translucent forms of my loved ones, their presence both tangible and intangible.

“We are always with you,” [insert name] voice echoes, a bittersweet melody that wrapped around my very soul. “We go where you go. We will support whatever decisions you make. We won’t judge. We never judge. My Star, my shadow, my dreamer, just remember, the darkness you are looking to embrace may consume not only you but also the very essence of who we were.”

Darkness? What darkness? I take a moment to look around at the ethereal twilight, trying to see what they see, but don’t. My surroundings started to waver now as I’m wondering about this darkness. Reality and illusion blending into an enigmatic dance, my very being, being torn between the allure of promises and warnings of my beloved family. The power I sought was getting closer to my reach, yet I was reminded of the price that hung heavy in the air. One I didn’t want to think about.

It was a reminder of the precarious balance between ambition and sacrifice. Slowly, everything faded, including my family, their words still echoing my mind. I awoke with a gasp, my heart pounding with a mixture of awe and dread.

So, it was a dream. I sigh in relief, and start to check where I am. Which was still in the same place I did the ritual. Even though echoes of my dream lingered, I felt some sort of conflict within.

Why do I feel this way over a dream? What even was that dream? Did something important happen? More self reflection for a time later I suppose.

I groan as I sit up, cold floor under my stomach making me shiver. I take a moment and try to recall what exactly it was that caused me to pass out. When it suddenly clicks, I take a moment to check the symbols on my body. I don’t see anything different about my body, no symbols, no blood, nothing but near flawless skin staring at me.

I suppose it’s a good thing that even I can’t see the symbols. I would probably always be distracted by them when talking to others, and if others saw them… I shrug, those things are better revealed in the future when I have enough power.

I pulled back on my clothes and put away my dagger and ink. I wonder if anyone here at library felt my ritual? I suppose if someone did, they would have already been here. I highly doubt I was unconscious for less than a second. I had to have been unconscious for multiple minutes, if not hours, right? Regardless I need to figure out how to activate the symbols so I can go about the rest of my business.

I walk over to the book I set on the table, and as soon as I touch it, I notice symbols light up on me, and knowledge pours in. I had originally thought I had finished this book with that learning about that last ritual but now, everything I missed or overlooked the first read through, is sifted, and organized into my mind. Like I had been researching this for decades.

Shell shocked doesn’t do justice to the state I’m in. But now I know how to work my symbols. I can utilize my symbols both verbally and mentally. That’s good. I nod at the inconspicuous nature of the ritual.  And I specify what books I absorb…. Hmmm…. Interesting. I guess I don’t have to worry about those trashy romance novels trying to clog up my brain.

I chuckle a little, I’m glad I can specify what knowledge I’m in search for. Too bad I’ll have to experiment with how much knowledge I can take in at one time. I would hypothesize that if I tried to take in a whole library, I would run a high possibility of dying on the spot.

On that morbid thought, I try to get a read on how many books are in the room. I also briefly wonder if any of the symbols to bring me to books I seek. Taking a deep breath, I decided this room can’t be as big as the library outside. It’s big but I can at least see all levels and walls, whereas I couldn’t easily do that outside.

Absorb all books in this room.

With that thought all the symbols on my body light up so bright I’m forced to close my eyes. I pray I still have my vision after this, but I know I need to get out of here soon before someone figures out what I’m doing. And then pain hits my head like a meteor, but I will myself to not pass out. I could pass out when I was safe again.

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I found myself trying to shove onto Elystria, between dreaming, confusion, and lots of unintentional pain. I'm certain there are some area's I can shorten, or change all together. On another note, for all these ancient tomes shes' absorbing, will Elystria find more on the Convergence, or will she have to go searching elsewhere. And what about Dr. Marlowe and the Institute of Paranormal research, what do they want with her research. Is it strange that Elystria didn't notice the darkness even though her partner litterally told her she's all wrapped up in it. What will Elystria do now?

[definetorule-blog]

Is the era of villains as main characters and/or very charizmatic villains over or is it still on-going??

[nenoname]

"And now I know why! He hates me!"

[tekodoodle]

when she lives rent free in your head, but it's not mutual </3

[turtleblogatlast]

I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Call that a Cave Story.

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[escargoonie-goo]

cuphead fans be like "omg look it's my favourite character!" and they show you a picture of a spoon or something

[kurawastaken]

Havin fun redesigning Himawari

[serephinastardust]

1 completed chapter 1st draft, for my villain

The days and nights had now blurred together since I left the hospital, leaving no one the wiser. I have no way of knowing how long it’s been since I became a specter hidden in the shadows. Months maybe? The first couple of days, I managed to transfer all my funds into a new account and withdraw the cash, so I could leave a trail. I even managed to get my research from my experiment room and classroom at [insert academy name]. I was in desperate need of answers and answers I would get.

Come hell or highwater.

I had left the city ages ago, bunkered down in a motel. I had changed my appearance again, so no one could tale me. The authorities were after me, my colleagues were searching for me, and even what friends I had were searching for me. Before I disposed of my smart phone to obtain a burner, I listened to some of the messages.

But listening to their voices full of concern, it all sounded so fake. They didn’t truly care I lost my family; they didn’t care I needed answers that, and no one cared that I felt the authorities were just trying to get their hands on my research. I was super relieved that no one was able to break my runes and glyphs to get their hands on my research.

I created some rune and glyph rituals that I didn’t publish for my peers to review. And sadly, I also knew someone had tried to break my ritual. And that just raised my hackles even more, and since I didn’t know who tried to get my work, everyone was suspect.

Now I sat alone in the dim light of the motel room, surrounded by stacks of scrolls, ancient texts, and tattered parchments that held the secrets of Eldoria. The flickering flow of a single lamp cast eerie shadows across the walls, amplifying the silence that enveloped me. In a moment of un-focus, I found my fingers tracing the delicate lines of arcane symbols, my eyes scanning pages filled with cryptic incantations and fragmented prophecies. Every piece of information I had gathered seemed to pulse with potential, promising power beyond mortal comprehension.

What am I becoming? A question seeps unbidden into my mind at this time, a whisper of doubt amidst the cacophony of my ambition. I shake my head at this thought, dismissing it as an insignificant pest. Knowledge, power—they are worth this sacrifice, and I am more than willing to oblige.

Look back at all my hard work, the words on the pages—crpytic, elusive—mock my attempts to decipher them. I continue to trace the curves of ancient symbols, the very embodiment of knowledge that could reshape the world. With every passing moment, the line between curiosity and obsession blurs. The Convergence holds the answers I seek, the mastery I crave. I can feel it, like an electric current beneath my skin, urging me onward, deeper into the abyss.

Perhaps I’ve already lost myself.  Another brief though I dismiss. It’s a thought of the weak. I’m not weak. I am driven, the pursuit of power is the essence of life itself; to shy away from it would be a betrayal of my very nature. And yet, in the depths of my soul, a voice—a mere whisper—begins to question the cost.

I again lose myself in the texts and my notes, a surge of exhilaration courses through me. I am on the brink of revelation, a moment that will elevate me beyond the confines of mortality. The Convergence will yield its secrets to me; I can almost taste the knowledge, the eldritch wisdom that waits just beyond grasp. And when I finally seize it, I will be unstoppable. And with that power, I will know what went wrong that day, and why. Nothing will be outside my grasp of knowing and understanding. There was no doubt about it with that.

The world outside the motel room becomes inconsequential to me. A fervent need to understand all my research continues to drive me. The nights bleed into days, and still, I’m stuck in this confining motel room, and haunting visions of power dance behind my eyelids. Sanity, morality—these are feeble constructs, shackles that bind the weak-willed. Shackles that bind and blind them to all in the world. If I must embrace the darkness, so be it, I will do anything for answers, anything to learn and master this convergence.

I heave out a sigh as I realign myself to my research, so far all I knew of The Convergence was that it existed. The research I had been doing, though I originally thought was extensive, was but a drip in the ocean known as knowledge. Is this like a birthright? My own demented destiny? Why did people I love need to die if I was meant to learn this anyways.

I can almost hear the voices of reason creep back to the forefront of my mind, of caution, the cons that this path would lead me. But my newfound ambition drowns out the thoughts before I can focus on them; the tide of my ambition cascading over them. The thirst for knowledge has been becoming an insatiable hunger, consuming me entirely. The work before me, slowly becoming obsolete.

“I am Elystria Ashe, and I will not be denied!”, I all but yelled in my small smothering room. “The Convergence, whatever it might be, will bow to my will, and in its embrace, I will ascend to heights undreamed of by any mortal!”. I started cleaning up my work, starting to plan out a way to gain the knowledge I need. The world may see it as an obsession, a form of insanity to my grief, but oh world, you be mistaken, I am perfectly sane in this moment. I will call this destiny.

I nod at what I’m calling my new life path. And destiny is a force that bends to the strongest of wills. I finish collecting my things, knowing my next path will be [insert library of magic name].

Elsewhere, the world was moving on as it should, people in [where Elystria was living/working], were on a manhunt for Elystria. Worried for the widow, and grieving mother, they were searching high and low, even in places they didn’t think she would be. The authorities were aware that her funds had all been moved, but following that lead led to a dead end. No one resembling Elystria emptied the bank account, and trying to follow that person was next to impossible, they vanished within moment of leaving the bank, and no security cameras were able to find them. Friends, colleagues, and students were slowly beginning to fear for her.

In three other areas around Eldoria, three people, unrelated to each other were busy doing their daily work. One was [character description, and where and what they are doing], taking a break by his mentor’s tower, he stares up at the sky, his nightly ritual of observing the constellations, questions could be seen flickering behind his eyes. Suddenly he stiffened, he noticed an abnormality in the stars. And with that, he ran to his mentors library, he needed to figure out what this meant.

Another, [Character description, and where and what they are doing], trying to figure out the importance of the ruins. She was hoping if she found the right information within the glyphs and runes carved into the stone here, she could get protection rights, and have the time to research the whole structure, and hopefully with those rights, she would get dibs on some treasure. Just as she was about to move further into the ruins, a wind whispered around her, whipping up her hair and she frowned. She was unsure what they meant, but she knew where she needed to head to learn the information she needed.

A wise sage stands alone in a forest, he looks up through the canopy feeling the world around him. He had been wandering around Eldoria since he became an apprentice. Learning all things and hiding away all things forbidden in nature as it went against his code to destroy knowledge. His robes billowed around him and his sharpened. There was an anomaly in the stars, and the spirits were clearly frazzled. He needed to figure out which of many prophecies or predicted events were about to happen. If he didn’t the spirits wouldn’t leave him until he knew. He didn’t know what knowing would do for him, but for peace from the spirits he would learn.

[videogamelover99]

Lowkey love the redesign they gave Bill at the end. The glitchy crack in his eye? He was defeated. He'll never be the same again. He might come back, but never with the same unreadable cosmic horror thing he had going on.

[bonefall]

Hey, what makes a character a 'plot device but not a character'? And how do you not do that? I'm trying to do it on purpose but also I need to still make them interesting because it's on purpose, yknow?

A good skill to pick up is to learn to criticise criticism itself. A "plot device" is simply a thing that moves the plot along, it's a neutral literary analysis term! Usually, when people are angry that "a character has been used as a plot device," it doesn't mean they hate plot devices. It means they're gesturing at something deeper.

Runningwind and Bumble are equally plot devices in their deaths. They are both killed by the antagonist to escalate political tension. Runningwind is rarely "accused" of just being a plot device, and yet, we're talking about Bumble for the same thing.

So, why?

Well, Runningwind is just a background character, but in life, he was a part of the community. He was characterized as impatient but responsible. Yet, he wasn't SO important that he died with a bunch of unresolved plot threads.

He is mostly an extension of the entity of ThunderClan. His killing by Tigerstar, and the fear and paranoia that settles on the group after this, feel like a progression of the story insteas of something forced.

Bumble, on the other hand...

Is hated immediately by Gray Wing, when she's established as Turtle Tail's friend. Bumble's abuse at Tom the Wifebeater's hands invites even MORE investment. The rejection is shocking and upsetting. There's a story there about our main characters being imperfect; jealous, bigoted, and judgemental.

But, she is simply killed off. Everything they set up for this character is gone with little personalized fanfare. It's not a tragedy with a lesson about cruelty, or something anyone regrets.

It's just... plot. Gray Wing whinging that no one will like his shitty brother now that his body count is 2.

More than that, in the discussion of women in particular, "Fridging" was coined to give a name to the way women characters often don't get their stories told at all. There is a CULTURAL trend of female characters facing disproportionate violence, for the sake of advancing male plots.

Bumble has a lot going for her. Petal had a lot going for her. Turtle Tail had a lot going for her. Bright Stream had a lot going for her. When they died, they took their potential with them.

It's not always wrong to kill off a character of high potential, mind you. In Gurren Lagann, Kamina's death is sudden and shocking, leaving a massive hole in the hearts of the cast that never heals. Grappling with that loss, but also letting his memory fuel them, is a major theme of that story.

All that to say... there's no formula for avoiding it. You've gotta identify what the deeper issue is, in your specific narrative.

I can't say for certain what that will look like for your story, but here's some things I keep in mind;

When you make characters who exist to die, make sure they're people before you axe them.

Ask yourself; what about them does the cast miss?

If they just miss them because they were (pre-existing relationship), go back to the drawing board.

Fluttering Bird as an example. Who was she? Dead sister. Why do they miss her? Dead sister. No traits until after her death.

Runningwind was short-tempered and helpful. Kamina was a valuable leader who made people believe in a brighter future. Swiftpaw was fiesty and desperate to prove himself. The better characterized, the more profound the loss usually is.

If this is a female character who is dying just to serve the plot, be aware of cultural bias and tropes. How is the gender ratio looking in your cast? Is this happening disproportionately with your girls?

Note how Quiet Rain's litter had both a boy and a girl, but the girl was chosen to be "weaker" and wither away.

And how most of the time in DOTC, whenever a man had to be upset, a girl would get killed for it.

If you ever feel like the character on the chopping block is NOT a full character, ask yourself why it needs to be a character at all. You don't need to spend narrative time building out someone when a literal object of high value might suffice.

"My sister died when I swore to protect her and I can't face my family" = Old. Tired. Ive seen this.

"I lost my heirloom sword when I swore to protect it and I can't face my family." = Fascinating. Why was the sword so valuable? Will they really not take you back? How did you lose it?

When you do kill off "high value" characters, try to make sure you're not leaving too many plot threads hanging. Or at least make a point of how they will never get closure.

[lotus-pear]

rewatched madoka magica again today bc i fucking hate myself and to absolutely no one’s surprise i went through all five stages of grief in a single evening

[rigginsstreet]

IWAN RHEON as TENAX THOSE ABOUT TO DIE (streaming on Peacock July 18th)

[turtleblogatlast]

No but like every time I think about Splinter and what he had to go through just to keep the boys alive, my heart hurts for him so badly. Is he perfect? No not at all, but none of them are and by god does he love his sons.

The fact that all of them are alive, and grew to thrive despite the circumstances surrounding them is a testament of how much Splinter loves his boys. He raised four babies following the most traumatic time of his life, all alone with nothing but the sewers to house them (to hide them.) I feel like he’s not given the credit he deserves for all he’s done.

And I get that it’s easy to hold up his flaws and faults when it comes to parenting, I myself like looking into them because flawed characters are super interesting and said flaws make them more realistic and engaging, but he tries, and again, so many others would have given up on the boys or failed along the way but Splinter didn’t.

He’s their father, for all his faults he did his damndest to make sure they survived.