Anti Has Slowly But Surely Managed To Gain Control Of Jack’s Body.

hi grandma! i’ve written most of my story, but i skipped over the fight scene in the middle bc i was struggling with writing it. do you have any tips for writing fight scenes?

Hi anon!

Ah, fight scenes.

Don't try to focus too much on descriptions of every move in the fight. Writing is not a visual art form and putting too much emphasis on how the characters are moving their bodies (or weapons) will take too much emphasis off why they are fighting. In visual art, like movies, they can use music/facial expressions/lighting to create an atmosphere that keeps you in the moment of why the characters are fighting.

Also, visually? Fights are exciting.

I do have some tips for writing -

Beneath this cut is violence/blood.

Pick your words wisely Why are they fighting? Desperation? Anger? Fear? If you're fighting out of desperation, like a fight for your life then you'd pick words to convey that sense of absolute urgency. Your descriptions would focus on how close you are to losing and your character would always be trying to either get away or end the fight as fast as possible. If anger, your concentrate is like a rage and your words would feel/sound violent and their concentrate is on destroying what they're up against. Etc.

Use the length of your sentences to convey the pacing of your fight. For a fast, desperate fight you would either use shorter sentences or longer ones with short clauses conveying a lot of action. For slower fights, you can throw in more introspection and use sentences as normal.

Keep track of limbs and injuries If someone has been stabbed in the left arm, that's now a weakness. The fight should be changed because of it. Also, nothing worse than finishing your fight scene, getting ready to pat yourself on the back and realizing you gave Bertidude the Bouncer 3 arms.

Create a sense of space for yourself before you start writing or your fight will get out of hand. Unless they're on a literal meadow, there's almost always obstacles and boundaries to your fight.

An example of a fast, desperate fight:

(WHEN I STARTED WRITING THIS I DIDN'T INTEND DOMESTIC ASSAULT BUT IT HAPPENED SO TW: DOMESTIC ASSAULT)

The sting of the first hit hadn't even faded off her face before he was rearing his arm back to strike again. There weren't many options, with his other hand fisted in her jacket and her back up against the wall. He was expecting nothing of her but what he'd always gotten, a meek acceptance of the things he did to her. He wasn't guarding himself, he wasn't braced for attack, he was set to hit her until his arm got tired. But he'd forgotten the knife in her hand, from the vegetables he'd insisted she chop. He'd forgotten it, she'd forgotten it, until the fast-fast beat of her heart felt like it was jumping into her throat and the paralyzing reality that she fought now or she fought never. He wasn't and she wasn't expecting how the knife seemed to quiver in her fist, how the tip of the blade must have struck a bone, how it vibrated up her arm and up his. His fist tightened reflexively and then loosened. He hit he'd aimed for her face landed against the wall. He was gasping, stuck like a pig, leaning into her space, staring down how she was staring down at the slimy string of blood running over her fingers.

Short, fast clauses, a bit of repetition, it was a short fight so far but someone has been stabbed.

A slower, chill fight:

A gentleman provided the opportunity for his opponent to make an ass of himself. Bertitude was nothing if he was not a gentleman, and that was why he had not so much as lifted his arms in attempt to defend himself. Not that there would be much need to defend himself from the jumpy little man shifting his weight from foot to foot in front of him. While most civilized men who found themselves engaging in fisticuffs had the good sense not to use the moves they learned from video games, this clown before him seemed to be doing his best to imitate the character selection screen of a street fighting game. God help them all if he tried for an uppercut, or this whole fight was going to end before it started. Bertie's mother had always told him not to hit a stupid person because they couldn't afford to lose the brain cells. Still, by the time this rabbit of a man finally closed the gap between them, the crowd had gone quiet for lack of gleeful anticipation. They knew, how Bertie knew, that it wouldn't take much more than a solid thump on the head to knock this man flat. He was torn between letting him get a shot in and putting him out of his misery. He hadn't quite decided when the wee bunny man jabbed him in the chest with his fists one after another. A lack of training, experience and sense to be humiliated by himself rendered the attempt to punch him an utter failure. Bertie was practically performing a civil service, punching the restless chipmunk man in the face hard enough to send him falling over backward. He hit the concrete with a spattering of metal sounds, all the bits and bobs attached to his jacket making a ruckus of a noise. The only sound he made was a groan (and not of embarrassment) that could barely be heard over the crowd leisurely working its way back inside.

Batfam + table manner/eating habits headcanons

BRUCE WAYNE-

In public, Bruce is extremely well-mannered and classy when he eats, even going as far as to use the correct spoons and forks for what he’s eating. At the dinner table at home, he’s still pretty neat, eats politely. Down in the cave he just devours his snacks because Batman is gritty and also very extra.

DICK GRAYSON-

Follows the etiquette fairly well, as far as the others know. Eats in reasonable portions, if a little fast. Saves the class for events, dates, and family meals. Can otherwise be found slumped over at the breakfast table shoveling cereal into his mouth with milk dripping down chin.

BARBARA GORDON-

Doesn’t put much thought into how she eats. Dignified, never really messy. Big snacker, small eater. Very aware of what foods are too messy to eat in public without an accident, chooses her foods/serving sizes related to where she is/who she’s with. Likes to eat her sides before her main course.

JASON TODD-

Can actually be as well-mannered as Dick, contrary to what others might (annoyingly) think. Eats large portions at once, and eats them quicker than most (which Bruce suspects might be a habit from before he took him in, when he had to eat what he could when he could). Keeps napkins on hand always. Only really eats messily when trying to annoy/embarrass Bruce or when exhausted.

TIM DRAKE-

Raised to be, of course, very classy, neat, put-together, the absolute picture of etiquette. Puts on exactly that illusion when in public. When he’s alone, this boy is a mess just because he doesn’t care. Eats without really focusing on eating, which leads to a few messes. Will eat with any silverware that’s available, once ate his soup with a fork. Picks at his food a lot, doesn’t always finish his food.

CASSANDRA CAIN-

Eats very politely, if a little slowly. Sometimes hesitates before taking a second serving. Takes small bites but finishes her plate. Doesn’t use the “proper” silverware, really enjoys sporks. Wipes mouth every few bites even if what she’s eating isn’t messy.

STEPHANIE BROWN-

Gives no shits. Eats how she feels like eating. Will eat pie for breakfast and eggs and bacon for a snack. Is fairly neat with her eating in public and at the manor unless Tim says something, then she will purposefully eat everything with her hands and then chug his drink.

DAMIAN WAYNE-

Little Bruce. A bit more dignified in private than Bruce is, though. Very classy. Does, however, eat a LOT. More than any of his siblings, because he’s growing, and because nobody else eats the food Alfred cooks for him because there’s no meat. Takes his time eating. May occasionally talk with his mouth full before correcting himself.

DUKE THOMAS

Average table manners and eating habits. Tries to make conversation during meals, always clears his plate. The person who drinks soup straight from the bowl and will eat cereal out of a cup. Never talks with his mouth open, will make you wait a good minute for a response while he is chewing. Spills things on occasion and makes sure Alfred isn’t around before muttering a few curses.

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Prompt: Accidentally Hurt By Friend

Fandom: Original Work

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With tears streaming down her face Liv punched the wall. Ignoring the pain in her hand, she punched it again.

The Principal had broken her.

She had sworn to him that she would never break, but here she was. Broken.

She turned and slid down the wall sitting on the floor. She pulled her knees to her chest and let out a sob.

Her cell door slid open, and a guard stepped into the room.

“Class time.”

Liv didn’t move.

The guard stepped closer and pulled her up to her feet. She didn’t fight and followed him down the hallway.

They arrived at the gym, and the door slid open. She was pushed inside, and the door slid shut behind her.

Standing right in front of her was The Principal. His signature grin was plastered on his face.

“Welcome to class Liv.”

She just stood there staring at him.

His smile just widened as he stepped to her right.

“I need you to do something for me.” He motioned to a figure at the back of the room. “They are going to try and get out of this room, and I need you to stop them.”

Liv studied the figure.

They wore something that looked like what Liv was wearing, but they also wore a black hood that covered their face.

The President stepped closer to the door. “This is your test to see if you will do what I say.” He opened the door and stepped into the hallway. “If not, you will regret it. Go.” He yelled and slammed the door shut.

The figure started running towards the door. Liv sprinted after them and caught them by the arm. She pulled them back.

The figure pulled at her fingers, but Liv just tightened her grip. They grabbed her wrist and pulled it down as fast as they could. Catching Liv off guard, she let go of their arm.

They took off running towards the door again.

Liv grabbed at her wrist and took off towards them again. They were getting too close to the door.

Liv dove at them taking out their legs. The figure fell forward and landed hard on the ground. When they hit the ground, Liv heard a loud snap, and the figure let out a loud yelp.

The figure pulled their wrist to their chest and cried out in pain. Liv got to her feet confused.

Why did she recognize that voice?

The figure pushed themselves to their knees and then to their feet. Still grasping their wrist, they ran towards the door again.

Liv sprinted past them and stood in front of the door. They tried to push her to the side, but Liv pushed them back and pulled the hood off their head.

Alice stood in front of her.

“Alice, what are you doing here?” Liv grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her away from the door.

Alice pushed her hands off her shoulders and wiped tears from her eyes. She just stared back at Liv.

“Is your wrist ok?” Liv reached for it, and Alice pulled it out of her reach.

“Why do you care?” Alice took a step away from her.

“What do you mean? I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I want to make it better.”

Alice just stared back at her.

Liv jumped forward and grabbed Alice’s arm. Alice let out another yelp, but Liv examined her wrist. Alice’s wrist was swollen, and it was starting to look purple. Broken.

Liv let go. “I think it’s broken.”

“Why do you care?” Alice repeated.

“Why do you keep asking that? I care about you.”

“No. You don’t. You don’t care about anybody except yourself.”

Liv stepped back in surprise. She tried to form words, but nothing was working.

Alice pushed past her and walked towards the door.

Shaking her head Liv turned towards Alice. “Who told you that?”

Alice turned and faced her. She didn’t look mad anymore, she just looked confused. “I-I don’t know.”

Liv took a step forward. “They are in your head, they are in mine as well.”

Tears filling her eyes Alice stepped towards her. “I can’t separate what they are telling me from what are my own thoughts.”

“I know. They are doing the same thing to me. I care about you, and I always will.” Liv stretched out her hand towards her.

Alice stepped forward and took Liv’s hand.

That’s when a shock sent them both flying away from each other.

Alice hit the wall next to the door, and Liv slid towards the back wall.

Not again. This had happened when she tried to comfort Conner. She jumped to her feet and ran towards Alice.

Alice sat up looking dazed. She winced and grabbed her wrist.

Liv sat down right in front of her. She reached for Alice’s arm when a voice came over the intercom. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Liv froze. She recognized that voice. It was The Principal.

“I’m very disappointed in both of you.”

The door slid open, and two guards walked over to them and pulled them both to their feet.

“You failed your test. Which means you will be doing more assignments to make it up.”

Liv’s heart sank as she was guided back to her cell.

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heya! could you continue the prompt where the hero and villain had revealed their relationship to the public? im super curious as to what happens next!

Hmm, *looks back and forth between stranger and Villain with a knife in my hand* … What does happen next? Oh, OH! Yes, I has an idea.

Wait I messed up! Here’s the previous post.

Hero rushed to the hallway to find Villain rolling around the floor with a stranger, and it was clear by the pain on the Villain’s face that they were hurt, straining to keep a secondary knife from falling down onto their face.

Hero snapped. Weeks of pressure, anger, and fear finally curdled together and met their breaking point. They ran at the stranger and tackled them away from their lover. They were on top and managed to snatch the knife from their blood-soaked hands. Everything seemed to slow around them, for a terrifyingly numb moment, they were without morals. The knife went down into their right shoulder and the stranger cried out in pain. Hero twisted it relentlessly.

“Leave us alone!” Hero screamed down into their face, the final word was drawn out and as loud as they could manage. It was only after that outburst that the red curtain came away, drained out of them, and Hero realised what they’d done… how much worse it could have been. They felt a hand grab onto their arm and realised it was Villain, trying to stop them from hurting them anymore.

“It’s okay,” Villain managed, “Breathe.” As quickly as it came, it was gone. Hero threw themselves away from the stranger, trying to scamper back from the blood on their hands. The blood. The blood! They couldn’t look away, couldn’t think straight. What had they just done?!

“S.See!” The stranger stammered, “They’re turning you into a monster.”

“The only monster here is me, and you’d best get out here before I have to drag you inside and demonstrate,” Villain snapped.

The stranger dragged themselves to their feet and ran down the street as best they could.

Villain winced and tried to take a deep breath before slowly getting to their feet. Their face drooped with nausea, but their heart sank seeing Hero. They had their knees close to their body head in their hands and they were yanking at their hair. Their breathing was uneven and tears flowed freely amongst their shallow breaths and hiccups. 

Tucking away their pain as best they could, Villain approached Hero and out a hand on their cheek. “It’s okay. It’s okay, shh… We’ve got CCTV if he tries to lie. It was self-defence. You can’t get in trouble for that. Deep breaths, please try to take some deep breaths.”

Villain took Hero’s bloodied hand and pressed it against their chest. They could feel Villain’s chest rising and falling, fast, but deep even breaths. The only problem was, they didn’t know how much longer they could keep it up. Their own wound was bleeding badly and the initial numbness was quickly wearing off. When the stranger had first attacked, Villain managed to swat it away, but the stranger managed to plunge it into their left side.

Hero seemed calmer, to at least have their breathing under control. “Listen, sweetheart. I really need you to keep your head. We need to go, and I’m bleeding. Can you go upstairs and get me the first aid kit and the money out of our room? Bring them back here, then ring [Henchman] for me. Ask them to drive here and get us.”

“I can’t just run away from this…” Hero moaned.

“You’re going to have to. Either way, the first aid kit, come on, focus for me.”

Hero shook themselves out of it and the severity of what they’d said clicked into place. They saw the wound on Villain’s side and suddenly rushed upstairs on all fours to get it. Villain fell back and leaned against the wall. Breathe, they reminded themselves. It looked like Hero and Villain were going to have to help each other out of this mess. And for what? All because some group of insignificant strangers decided they didn’t like the fact Villain had found someone to care about, and now they were hurting Hero.

It was pushing them far too close to Villainy again, and if they kept pushing, Villain was going to make the entire city drop to its knees in fear. They would not hurt Hero.

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

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