I don't understand myself. Aren't we supposed to fall in love with the Prince Charming in Fairy Tales? Not the old troll. But I don't. In Phantom of the Opera, I detested Raoul, even though he was beautifully handsome, a Viscount, and Christine's obvious love. And I loved Erik. The ugly, terrible, hideous Erik. The man with very likely mental problems. The man who preferred darkness and gloom to light. But wasn't opposed to Christine showing him light.
Then in the Inheritance Cycle. The moment Durza was introduced, my heart quickened. I tossed Eragon aside, and went after the Shade. The ugly, horrid, evil Shade.
I'm reading a book called "Ashes, Ashes" by Jo Treggiari. In it, we have two brothers. One toned, handsome, funny, totally lovable. The other is a survivor of a illness between the Bird Flu and the Zombie virus. His skin has a charred look, and his eyes are red. He dresses like the grim reaper, while wearing a mask so he won't scare people with his looks. I'm very certain you can guess my favorite.
What is wrong with me? Why do I love the ugly, unlovable, horrid people? Am I a goth under my retro, pink self?
And then, there is a book Mirriam is writing. I'm a beta-reader, and I can't give you much details since I don't know how much I CAN give away (just, let me say....it's aaawwwweeessssoooommmmeeeee!!!)
But there is a certain character, considered a monster, he appears hardly human. Black tears, glowing eyes, etc etc....but I actually wept for him. My heart hurt so bad for this man. All he needs is love.
Untitled from Myfonwy O'Neal on Vimeo.
When I read books with terrible monsters, I always cry, and think, "Oh, if only somebody loved them, they would never be like this".
If somebody had loved Erik, he would've never lived under the Opera house, never would he have kidnapped Christine, never wept over his own face. For he would know somebody loved him without a thought of his face.
If someone loved Durza, he might not have needed to become evil to get his ways. If somebody had shown him true, enduring love, he wouldn't have even considered being vile.
If someone loved Monster (he does have a name...but...I don't know if I can say it) he might not have been put into the Underneath to start with. Those who loved him wouldn't have let that happen.
Sammy from "Ashes, Ashes" got sick, and someone already did love him. 2 somebodies, actually. But he wasn't afraid to show his face at times. He didn't weep over those who were scared of him. He made it his goal to become friends with them. That's what Erik could've been. Sammy is Erik, with a different story.
I could go on. Darth Vader (I think his problem was to much love. Another reason to hate Anakin. But that goes for another post..), The Hirogen, Loki, Moriarty. I'm always liking the terrible villains who should be despised. But I don't. I love them. I dream of them.
What is wrong with me?
*NOTE*
None of these images are mine. All our 'borrowed'. I have the credit under each one. I dinna steal, so don't accuse me.
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I'm reading a book called "Ashes, Ashes" by Jo Treggiari. In it, we have two brothers. One toned, handsome, funny, totally lovable. The other is a survivor of a illness between the Bird Flu and the Zombie virus. His skin has a charred look, and his eyes are red. He dresses like the grim reaper, while wearing a mask so he won't scare people with his looks. I'm very certain you can guess my favorite.
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What is wrong with me? Why do I love the ugly, unlovable, horrid people? Am I a goth under my retro, pink self?
And then, there is a book Mirriam is writing. I'm a beta-reader, and I can't give you much details since I don't know how much I CAN give away (just, let me say....it's aaawwwweeessssoooommmmeeeee!!!)
But there is a certain character, considered a monster, he appears hardly human. Black tears, glowing eyes, etc etc....but I actually wept for him. My heart hurt so bad for this man. All he needs is love.
Untitled from Myfonwy O'Neal on Vimeo.
When I read books with terrible monsters, I always cry, and think, "Oh, if only somebody loved them, they would never be like this".
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| Credit |
If somebody had loved Erik, he would've never lived under the Opera house, never would he have kidnapped Christine, never wept over his own face. For he would know somebody loved him without a thought of his face.
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| Credit |
If someone loved Durza, he might not have needed to become evil to get his ways. If somebody had shown him true, enduring love, he wouldn't have even considered being vile.
If someone loved Monster (he does have a name...but...I don't know if I can say it) he might not have been put into the Underneath to start with. Those who loved him wouldn't have let that happen.
Sammy from "Ashes, Ashes" got sick, and someone already did love him. 2 somebodies, actually. But he wasn't afraid to show his face at times. He didn't weep over those who were scared of him. He made it his goal to become friends with them. That's what Erik could've been. Sammy is Erik, with a different story.
I could go on. Darth Vader (I think his problem was to much love. Another reason to hate Anakin. But that goes for another post..), The Hirogen, Loki, Moriarty. I'm always liking the terrible villains who should be despised. But I don't. I love them. I dream of them.
What is wrong with me?
*NOTE*
None of these images are mine. All our 'borrowed'. I have the credit under each one. I dinna steal, so don't accuse me.
