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Advice for writing Characters with Anxiety or PTSD!!
it's not just "worrying a lot" or one dramatic flashback scene. anxiety can be constant background noise, or it can hit in sudden physical waves, racing heart, nausea, feeling weirdly detached from your own body. PTSD is the nervous system staying on high alert long after the actual danger's gone. ask what the specific triggers and symptoms are before you write it, bc generalized anxiety and trauma-based PTSD work in genuinely different ways.
⤷ panic attacks are physical, not just emotional. chest tightness, dizziness, tingling hands, a feeling like you're dying or completely detached from reality. a character having one for the first few times might genuinely think something is medically wrong with them, not just "oh no i'm scared." it's not just breathing fast and looking spooked, it's the body convinced it's under attack.
⤷ triggers are rarely obvious or dramatic. a specific smell, a certain tone of voice, a particular time of day, fluorescent lighting. trauma responses often get triggered by mundane sensory details that seem to have nothing to do with the original event on the surface, and the character themselves might not even understand why they just shut down. don't limit your triggers to "seeing something that looks exactly like what happened," the brain makes connections that don't have to make sense to anyone watching from outside.
⤷ hypervigilance is exhausting and constant, not a dramatic beat. a character with PTSD might automatically scan every room for exits the second they walk in, sit facing the door out of habit, flinch at sudden movement or noise. this isn't them having A Moment, it's background behavior they've stopped even noticing themselves, bc it's just how their body operates now.
⤷ avoidance isn't cowardice, it's self-protection. a character refusing to talk about something, changing the subject, leaving the room, that's not necessarily weak-willed. avoidance is often the nervous system's own attempt to prevent a flashback or a panic response before it starts. writing forced confrontation as the only real path to healing is a common trope, but it's not actually how most healing works.
⤷ recovery isn't linear and doesn't end with one cathartic scene. a character can do real, genuine trauma work and still have a bad week months or even years later. writing healing as a single breakthrough moment after which the anxiety or PTSD is just "resolved" undersells how long and nonlinear this process actually is for most people, and honestly can make readers who are living through it feel like something's wrong with them for not being "fixed" already.
do the research, and if you can, read firsthand accounts from people who've actually lived through this rather than just other fiction that's already gotten it wrong.
(quick note bc this is a heavier topic: if any of this is hitting close to home for you personally, i hope you have people or resources around you to lean on. you don't have to carry it alone.)
so in love with dragon age origins morrigan
When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and their hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.
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finally finished my second dragon age veilguard playthrough and i just want to say how much i love my son. he is so sad and lonely and has the weight of the world on his shoulders and i want to put him in my pocket and protect him forever
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sitting here playing bellara’s final companion quest (cyrian’s funeral rites) with tears rolling down my face because i’m getting so emotional over this game. their world is a mess, blighted gods are on the loose, factions are vying for power in countless cities and hurting and killing innocent people, the inquisitor is struggling with the fight in southern thedas, the group is heaving under the weight of their individual predicaments, yet when bellara finds herself grieving the death of her little brother a second time, after having him back for such a short amount of time, bringing rook along if only to keep the ceremony small and not let it overshadow the other problems the group is dealing with, they rally around her anyways.
so i’m sitting there, ‘down, but not out’ from the official game soundtrack by hans zimmer and lorne balfe playing in the background, going through the process of lighting all three braziers for cyrian, when we come across neve who represents the entire group because the veil jumpers could only allow one person to be at the rites. she relays the group’s well wishes, emphasizing her point of ‘you know i show up for you, bellara’ when bellara is so shocked by neve’s presence, and it just gets to me so much that despite the world falling to ruins around them, they still find the time to be there for one another.
rook says at some point in their dialogue with mythal’s essence in the crossroads, ‘we started as strangers, and grew together into a family’. the group fostered a sense of community so strong, not only with each other, but with all their allies as well, that the simple act of showing up for someone they care about, no matter whatever else is going on around them, makes me cry every single time
Night on a Spooky Planet
Credits: Stéphane Vetter, Nuits sacrées
for the sake of argument i am aware that rook and their journey throughout dragon age the veilguard is not at all a chosen one trope but i’m filing it under that because it feels right to Me
every time i think about rook and the things they go through during this expedition i can’t help but get so emotional because tell me why this person of no importance, who’s only ever tried to do good things in their life suddenly gets tasked with the heavy burden of saving the world from blighted elven gods. rook is just a person, a simple, regular person with a penchant to do what’s right, even when it goes against what their society deems as “right,” who suddenly has 7 companions (and the rest of thedas) looking to them for all the answers. they’ve never done anything like it before, at least not on such a grand and important scale, yet this role is thrust onto them nonetheless.
they’re flawed. they’re good. they have a thousand good qualities to rival the bad ones, they’re not perfect, but everyone expects them to be. they make mistakes and pay for the consequences. they save countless lives and get little recognition for it. they never expected a simple mission—for which they were recruited because they were sent away from their home for choosing to help people rather than conform—to turn into the expedition they find themself on, yet here they are.
it’s merciless, unforgiving, deadly, and they know that, despite their best efforts, some of their companions might not make it to the end of it all. they’re pulled in every direction, feeling the need to take care of their companions and their troubles, wanting to support them in every way they can, even when that’s not sometimes possible. they work themself to the bone day and night, forgoing sleep to find every possible solution to every possible outcome. it’s almost irrational, that need to control it all, if only to save the people they’ve come to care about so deeply.
and despite it all, they keep going. ignoring the fatigue, the anger, the grief, the ceaseless problems that seem to crop up out of nowhere, they always push through. because they have to. because it’s demanded of them. but also, more importantly, because they want to. because it’s something that calls to them, deep inside, to help people.
they would destroy themself to save the people they care for, to save the entire world, and that fact alone makes me want to die every time i think about it.
Never isn’t allowed to cook, but she can still help by being the taste tester
i wish there was a way to describe how much i love dragon age veilguard. not only is the storyline so gripping, each companion side story just as captivating, even down to the little side quests in each region as well as the inane conversations the group has with each other, but the characters themselves endear themselves to you slowly, until you realize that suddenly they’re not just side characters that are simply there to help you achieve a quest, they feel as though they’re real, and that rook isn’t just the playable character, but they’re actually you.
you learn to love every single aspect of the game, the story that builds slowly, and how real everything feels when you play. the characters are extensions of yourself, somehow finding a small part of who you are in all of their stories. it’s such a wonderful game and i can’t believe we get to exist at the same time as something this amazing.
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