Happy One Year Anniversary To Overnightwatch, The Time That Silent Night Was Forever Tainted For Everyone

Anti has slowly but surely managed to gain control of Jack’s body.

First we see him sitting down, not a lot of movement in his limbs in Say Goodbye

Then he gains a bit more mobility in Always Watching

Then he’s standing and moving around more in Kill Jacksepticeye

Now in Dark Silence he has full mobility

He wasn’t joking when he said he was in control…

I'd very much like to punch a feminist.

I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.

You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.

BILL WATTERSON ‘A cartoonist’s advice’

SUPERKIDDOS, part one! Once again I write too much dialogue… I just really like to see Damian rant. This is the gen, supersons + colin mash-up I’ve wanted for years lol so forgive the self-indulgence! Here’s the blurb:

The Supersons encounter an enemy that threatens to tear them apart: Meep Meeps, the newest fad hitting the country! When Damian gets kidnapped, however, his friend Colin must reach out to Superboy to help get their little Robin back…

Like with RSVP, I’ll be working steadily to get these out in five-page increments. For those curious, you can find all the pre-color work for this fancomic here: thumbs | inks part one

And the original valentines comic that introduced them to colin here: valentines fluff

OOOOOOHHHH!! I love this!!

Lets get a "the heroes "friends" hand the hero over to the villain" snippet in here! Love your writing, and hope you are feeling well.

I’m doing well, thanks, and thank you for waiting and I’m so glad to hear you like my stuff. I hope you like what I’ve come up with.

Hero was very confused when they entered the warehouse to see their friends sitting on crates only a few feet away from Villain, their sidekick and two henchmen. Hero tensed and couldn’t help but position themselves ready for combat.

“It’s alright, [Hero],” Villain said with a smug smirk. “You’ll be pleased to know your friends and I have come to an… well, an agreement.”

Hero turned to look at their friends in concern. They were not reassured to see them look away. Guilt was obvious on their faces, but why?“What’s wrong?” they asked the leader. Leader looked reluctant to reply so Villain cut in on their behalf.

“A deal has been struck. I will be giving up my master weapon, in exchange… for you.”“Me?!”“Yes. You belong to me now. Though it is a shame that your friends have been quite so cowardly and unfaithful towards you.”

Hero shook their head and turned to run. They tried the door they entered through but it was locked. Hero yanked at it desperately.“No, no, no! You’re lying! You have to be lying! You’ve hypnotised them, or they’re not real- something! They wouldn’t- you wouldn’t do this to me, we’re a team, family!”

Villain stood from their crate and smiled almost sadly, almost. “It’s a straight-faced deal. You for the weapon- I hardly needed to even negotiate. You’ve been misled all this time, and I’d apologise to you if it was my place to do so.”

Hero was almost certain their heart tore in two. Something snapped inside them, numbing heat rushed into their body, heavy and devastating. “No… Please. [Leader], please-” Hero tried to get some sort of reaction from them, they rushed to them and tried to hold them by their forearms, to reason with them. They didn’t understand, they couldn’t go with Villain, they couldn’t. Why were they doing this?!

Their leader pushed them away. “I’m sorry… It’s the only way. I hope you understand.”

Hero felt their legs wobble, their lip tremble and tears threaten to spill. Then another wave of heat hit them like electricity. Anger, betrayal, hopelessness it all boiled together and overflowed within seconds. Hero punched Leader as hard as they could. “I am not just property for you to just give away! I won’t go!”

Hero made to hit them again but Villain caught their fist. Hero turned sharply and tried to free their arm. “Get your hands off me! I’m not yours!”Villain looked up at the group of friends. “You can go now unless you enjoy seeing your Hero beg their supposed friends for help that is. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them.”

The heroes took their leave, some looking more ashamed than others. Hero fought with a fire in their eyes. “Revoke the deal! Please! [Leader], don’t do this! [Leader!] I trusted you!”

It took Villain’s Sidekick and two henchmen to get them under control, wrestling them to their knees and holding on tight to their arms while Sidekick had a handful of hair as a warning. Hero slumped forwards and struggled not to sob in front of their enemy. Their breathing was heavy and forced out through gritted teeth.

“I told you no one would care about you,” Villain observed. “They didn’t even try to fight for you.” When Hero didn’t retaliate, Sidekick let go of their hair. They took up a pair of handcuffs and secured their hands behind their back. The henchmen let go of them for the time being. “Let’s go. I’ll give you the chance to come with some dignity.”

Hero didn’t budge, they looked so deep in thought that they hardly acknowledged what was said. Villain sighed and crouched down in front of them. “I told you to pick better friends. Now your decision has come back to haunt you, the best thing you can do now is to forget about them. On your feet and come with me.”

Hero still couldn’t move, “I don’t understand…”

Villain stood and dismissed them with a flick of their wrist. “People are scum, [Hero]. Sooner you learn that the better off you’ll be.” Hero let the henchmen take them under the arms and drag them to a waiting van.

On Creating Characters- Six Points to Get You Started

As much as I like to complain about my weaknesses when it comes to writing, I’m happy to say that creating characters isn’t one of them. So for anyone who wants it- my quick guide on creating characters.

This list is for anyone who has a vague idea for a character but doesn’t have a plot or a role in the story for them to fill.  It’s for people who have a plot in mind, but lack characters to place in it. It’s for people who love those long, detailed character spreadsheets, but don’t have the patience (or know all the answers) to fill them out. The points I’ve listed below will probably overlap heavily and influence one another- for instance, “societal/cultural influences“ may inform both “philosophy“ and “defining relationships“. It pulls the character together.

Keep in mind that this is not everything you want to know about your character- you should continue to flesh them out as you write them. This is just a baseline, a starting point, an I-just-want-to-write-something-with-this-character-but-I-know-absolutely-nothing-about-them list so you can jump into writing with or without a plot in mind. It describes them as they are on a typical, ordinary day. As you continue to write and develop them, they will become more nuanced and take on a life of their own.

 Base Personality

Jot down some base personality traits. Don’t worry about getting an equal number of positive and negative traits down- or even which is which. Just feel out the character’s base personality.

Significant Historical Events

What events have had the greatest impact on your character (that you know of so far)? Again, don’t worry about getting everything- you can always add more here as they come to you later. Hit the major turning points in your character’s life.

Societal/Cultural Influences

What societal and cultural backgrounds do your characters have? Are they living/working/existing in an area where these influences are the majority or the minority?

Philosophy

What is your character’s default philosophy when it comes to right and wrong, or difficult moral choices? (I usually use the D&D alignment system for its simplicity- feel free to be as detailed or not as you wish).

Defining Relationships

What are this character’s defining relationships? Enemies, friends, and family are good places to highlight. Major conflicts and points of contention are great starting points for plots.

Goals

What does your character want more than anything? What are you preventing them from getting over the course of the story?  If any minor goals pop up while you’re writing, jot those down too.

How’d winry tell Ed she’s pregnant?

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.

Sophia Pt. 2

Prompt: Grabbed by the Hair

Fandom: Original Work

@badthingshappenbingo

Part 1

Sophia sat huddled in the corner of her cell.

After Ray had beat her up the guards came back in and let her down from the chains. Then there were the interrogations, or rather Ray would come in every few hours and ask the same question.

Where is Evan?

Sophia wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them closer to her body. She rested her head on her knees and almost drifted off to sleep when she heard the lock click.

Keeping her head on her knees, she could hear footsteps walking towards her. She felt a rough hand grab her hair and pull her to her feet.

Sophia started clawing at his hand as she made eye contact with Ray.

“Are you going to ask me where Evan is again?” Sophia said wincing.

“Are you going to tell me where he is?”

Sophia stared back at him. “Why do you need to know? Why can’t you just let us live in peace?”

He pulled up harder, and Sophia winced. “Because as long as he is alive, he could take everything away from me. And I am not going to let that happen.”

“Like you did to him?” she continued clawing at his hand.

His grip tightened, and he pulled up harder.

“He didn’t deserve any of this. He was just a kid when his parents died, and he would have ruined everything if he had taken over.”

“So you turned his family against him. He had just lost his parents, and you took away his support system.”

Ray let go of her hair and turned away from her. “He did that to himself. No one else trusted him. I was doing them a favor.”

“You were just doing what would benefit you. You don’t care about anyone, but yourself.”

He turned back and glared at her.

“Where is Evan?”

“I don’t know if you have realized this, but I won’t tell you where he is.”

Ray turned, grabbing her arm and pulled her close. “I don’t think you realize that you will. Just give me a few more days.”

He pushed her back, and she fell back into the corner.

“Think about that. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He flashed her a large grin and slammed the door behind him.