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so im in this fandom for a book series called The Morganville Vampires. i am the only living person in this fandom… I only read the books because i was obsessed with this character, Myrnin, in a very unholy way. Everyone hates him. I am the only living Myrnin defender. He wasnt even given a proper love triangle with the main character.
so, yeah! I read 15 books of anguish and plot twists from nowhere for this man.
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Eryn has the quirk Nullification - no quirks work on him, and anyone he touches cannot use their quirk while he's making contact! So, anything created by a quirk will simply dissipate when making contact with his skin, which can be a help! And. A hindrance.
Florian has the quirk Hemogolems - he can make little creatures out of his blood, which he can sense through and control. They are also completely invisible! Apart from the fact that they cast shadows.... It's a good thing he has superhumanly fast blood regeneration!
This story is also a work in progress! I'm not finished the actual story, and it still needs editing but whatever! I must show people or I will literally EXPLODE !!!!!!!!!!
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Eryn's eyes glanced over the map one more time, scratching his arm absentmindedly. He had a lot on his mind at the moment, a lot more than just the upcoming lesson. For a glowing example; the boy glowering at him, about a foot away. His partner for the exercise, a blond guy — Floor, or something like that. He's had that same sour look on his face ever since they were paired together, not to mention the fact that he hasn't tried once to say anything to him. It was beginning to get on his nerves.
He sighed and turned his head slightly, his eyes indistinguishable from his dark goggles.
"Can I help you?" He says, unable to hold back a smirk when the boy jumped at being addressed.
The blond boy seemed to shrink back before shaking his head, his cheeks flushing slightly. His sour expression fell away all at once, seeming to become aware of it.
"No, I was just.." His expression twisted slightly, a hint of annoyance appearing again. ".. thinking about something. It's fine."
Eryn opened his mouth to say something else but was cut off by a sound. Their five minutes were over, and it was time to begin the exercise. He grinned, cracking his neck and removing his gloves, shoving them into his pocket.
The boy (Floor? Foreign? Florges?) straightened up and started moving towards the front door, pulling up his sleeves as he went.
"We didn't actually discuss any strategy, any idea what we're doing now?" Eryn said loudly, following closely behind. From the little he could see of the blond's face, he could've sworn he was flushing bright red. A smile came to his face at that. This one was pretty easy to tease.
"I can — if you wait a second, I can survey ahead from back here." He said, pausing in the long hallway. Pulling an object from his belt, he turned to Eryn and took a few steps back. "Please just.. make sure you don't bump into me."
Eryn could've sworn he'd heard him whisper "again" under his breath at the end there, but he had no idea what that could've been referring to. Nor did he really care, honestly. He raised his hands up in a defensive manner and shrugged.
Seemingly satisfied, the boy lifted the object (a knife?) and plunged it into his left wrist, dragging it down the length of his forearm. His face scrunched up in pain, but no sound escaped him, even as he grew paler.
Eryn raised his eyebrow as nothing came out of his arm — no red liquid dripping out at all. Despite that, a sound like drops steadily splatting on the ground filled his ears. Evidently, something was flowing through his veins.
As he pondered, the boy slipped the (clean?) knife back into his belt and held his hand over the split skin, occasionally moving his fingers or mumbling to himself as he did so. When he looked like he could no longer stand anymore, he stopped suddenly and reached into his pocket, pulling out and sticking a long plaster over the wound.
He took a step back and sank to the floor with a grunt, looking down the hallway. Eryn just stood there, mostly just taken aback by the whole thing. He went to go and give the boy a hand before pausing, remembering the boy's words before. Instead, he decided to opt for words, for a change.
"You, uh. You good, man?"
The boy was breathing deeply, but nodded, glancing back over at Eryn as he spoke.
"I'm scouting ahead.. when I find the weapon, I'll let you know, just — stay put for now. I don't want you to run into any of them." He inhaled deeply again, the colour returning to his face. Despite how much blood (?) he lost, he seemed to be getting over it fairly quickly. Must be some other part of his quirk.
"Oookay then." Eryn replied, plopping down on the opposite side of the hallway with a sigh. "You know, if you take too long, uh, finding it, we might run out of time."
The boy frowned and opened his mouth to respond, but Eryn cut him off, a grin returning to his face.
"Although, I doubt the villains would ever expect that! They're probably just sitting by the weapon, waiting for us to come barging in, but no! We shan't not!" He gestured theatrically with his hands, his grin growing wider as he spoke. "They're prolly getting all itchy fingered up there, wondering where we are, what we're doing. Are we even coming? Are we watching them silently from the shadows? I'll betcha they're getting paranoid as we speak!"
He giggled to himself, leaning back against the wall as he saw the other's bemused expression, seemingly too confused to say anything at all.
"Which is definitely all to say, good plan partner. We bust in there at the last second, and catch 'em off their guard!" He finished cheerfully, crossing his legs and stretching his arms out behind him.
The boy said nothing, his gaze suddenly seeming far away. His hands moved in front of him, as if he were tapping away at some strange invisible keyboard.
Eryn resisted the urge to wave his hand in front of his face, barely holding back an "anyone there?" as the boy muttered feverishly, clearly no longer seeing Eryn anymore.
All of a sudden, he froze, eyes widening. He wrenched his attention away from whatever he was thinking about, looking up at Eryn.
"Ice." He stood up quickly, looking down the hallway. Sure enough, a loud cracking sound filled Eryn's ears, the temperature dropping rapidly. Ice was covering the walls and floor, and was rapidly incoming.
Without thinking, Eryn leaped for the boy and grabbed his neck, the closest exposed part of the boy's body. Pulling the blond down to the floor, with his hand securely on his skin, he crouched, his other hand on the floor, watching the ice approach. It soon spread all around them, avoiding Eryn's hand and securing both of their shoes in place on the floor. Then, the ice reached the door and stopped.
The boy, initially too stunned to react, grabbed Eryn's hand and threw it off, an angry expression on his face. Eryn paid him no mind and ran his hands over his shoes, the ice dissipating as he touched it. He paused for a moment, considering, before unfreezing the other boy's shoes as well.
"So, that was Shoto's quirk then — he was trying to freeze us in place so we couldn't get to the weapon on time, huh.." He muttered to himself, standing back up, before stumbling slightly on the ice. "Or maybe make it that we couldn't move around properly?"
The boy grumbled as he stood up as well, catching himself against the wall as he slipped. He touched at his neck, like he was checking to see if the skin was still there or something, and then scoffed quietly before speaking.
"It does seem like Todoroki's quirk — does this mean they won't be looking for us?" He looked over at Eryn, still trying to stand up straight. "If they assumed we're frozen in place, there's no need to tie us up. They can just wait out the timer and win."
Eryn smiled at that, pulling both his boots and his socks off, much to, what seemed to be, the other's bemusement. His bare feet disintegrated the ice beneath it as he stretched his legs out, preparing to run.
"You're a smart cookie, you. I think I like you."
Before the other boy could get any words out, he'd set off running, the slippery ice vanishing before it could prove any problem to him. He had no idea where this weapon was, but it was almost certain that the two "villains" were in with it. So, that meant he just had to listen out for voices.
On that, he could hear the his earpiece lighting up with the other boy's whisper shouting, "what"s and "where"s slipping past his ears as he moved up through the building. He considered turning it off, but that would probably be a bad idea if he needed to call for backup. So, he ignored his partner's questions and kept listening out for some far off conversation.
Not much longer had passed when he heard it, a low exchanging of voices - neither the tail boy, nor Shoto were particularly noisy guys, so it made sense. There was no pause in their words, no indication that they had heard his approach, so he continued forward slowly, rolling his trouser legs up as he went. He was fast, so as long as he could reach the weapon before they could react, he had this in the bag.
He reached the room the voices were coming from and he took a breath, body pressed against the wall beside the door, rolling his sleeves up. The moment of truth. Only a couple of minutes remained — it was now or never. 3... 2...
An explosion of ice cascaded from the door, the biting cold making him wince as he jumped back instinctively. A figure stepped through the door, weaving through the gaps in the ice effortlessly. Eryn took a step back as Shoto entered the hallway, the temperature dropping rapidly.
"You know you can't actually do anything to me, right? Unless you wanna burn my costume off, I guess." His mind was quickly catching up to the situation, possibilities running through his mind. "I bet I'm faster than you, in any case."
The other student said nothing, not rising to the bait. There really was nothing that his quirk could do to him — all he could do is use the capture tape. And, Eryn was sure, he really was faster than the ice user. He wasn't even sure why he was hesitating. He's basically already won.
"In fact," He started conversationally, his eyes trained directly on his opponents form. "I'd say that, in terms of speed, you can't—"
He pushed off the ground and sprinted forwards, Shoto already reacting as he reached out to grab Eryn's arm. He waited for the exact moment of contact before slamming as hard as he could against the boy, attempting to knock him into the wall. He stumbled slightly, and Eryn used that moment to rush into the room, the ice before him dissipating as he forced his way through.
Before he could take two steps into the room, a strong hand grabbed his wrist, and before Eryn knew it he was in the air. A second later he hit the floor, a pained grunt escaping his lips. There was the tail guy then.
He bounced back up quickly, wincing as he dodged backwards, away from a fist that probably would've knocked him out if it connected. He could see the weapon out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn't move towards it before ice came barrelling towards him, connecting with his clothed torso and sending him flying backwards.
He grasped at the ice, frantically clearing it as his back hit the wall, momentum screwing him over once again. Honestly, he should've come in here shirtless, but there wasn't any time to try to take his shirt and hoodie off. He gasped in a breath, the air refusing to enter his lungs properly as his head spun. There was a way out of this, he knew there was, he just had to find it.
He kicked off from the wall, hands in front of his chest to stop the torrent of ice from reaching him. A hand reached out again, and Eryn ducked under it, a cough spluttering through his chest. His only saving grace was that this guy seemed to be second guessing himself, unsure of what to do without the use of his tail.
Wanna know the incredibly funny thing? I made Eryn, and his power, yearssss ago, this MHA version just has the same version of the original power he had. And, I had never seen a character with a power like his before. Literally never, I don't know how, but I felt so clever coming up with it. I worked out balancing it, and how not to make it too overpowered and all that jazz.
Roughly six months later I discovered Osamu Dazai and my first thought was "oh no now everyone thinks I plagiarised this"
Unmoth okay I will absolutely be sending that writing to you but first I need to know if you have that new ui thing with the notes/likes/reblogs/comments BECAUSE IT IS UGLY AND I HATE IR
Eryn has the quirk Nullification - no quirks work on him, and anyone he touches cannot use their quirk while he's making contact! So, anything created by a quirk will simply dissipate when making contact with his skin, which can be a help! And. A hindrance.
Florian has the quirk Hemogolems - he can make little creatures out of his blood, which he can sense through and control. They are also completely invisible! Apart from the fact that they cast shadows.... It's a good thing he has superhumanly fast blood regeneration!
This story is also a work in progress! I'm not finished the actual story, and it still needs editing but whatever! I must show people or I will literally EXPLODE !!!!!!!!!!
_____
Eryn's eyes glanced over the map one more time, scratching his arm absentmindedly. He had a lot on his mind at the moment, a lot more than just the upcoming lesson. For a glowing example; the boy glowering at him, about a foot away. His partner for the exercise, a blond guy — Floor, or something like that. He's had that same sour look on his face ever since they were paired together, not to mention the fact that he hasn't tried once to say anything to him. It was beginning to get on his nerves.
He sighed and turned his head slightly, his eyes indistinguishable from his dark goggles.
"Can I help you?" He says, unable to hold back a smirk when the boy jumped at being addressed.
The blond boy seemed to shrink back before shaking his head, his cheeks flushing slightly. His sour expression fell away all at once, seeming to become aware of it.
"No, I was just.." His expression twisted slightly, a hint of annoyance appearing again. ".. thinking about something. It's fine."
Eryn opened his mouth to say something else but was cut off by a sound. Their five minutes were over, and it was time to begin the exercise. He grinned, cracking his neck and removing his gloves, shoving them into his pocket.
The boy (Floor? Foreign? Florges?) straightened up and started moving towards the front door, pulling up his sleeves as he went.
"We didn't actually discuss any strategy, any idea what we're doing now?" Eryn said loudly, following closely behind. From the little he could see of the blond's face, he could've sworn he was flushing bright red. A smile came to his face at that. This one was pretty easy to tease.
"I can — if you wait a second, I can survey ahead from back here." He said, pausing in the long hallway. Pulling an object from his belt, he turned to Eryn and took a few steps back. "Please just.. make sure you don't bump into me."
Eryn could've sworn he'd heard him whisper "again" under his breath at the end there, but he had no idea what that could've been referring to. Nor did he really care, honestly. He raised his hands up in a defensive manner and shrugged.
Seemingly satisfied, the boy lifted the object (a knife?) and plunged it into his left wrist, dragging it down the length of his forearm. His face scrunched up in pain, but no sound escaped him, even as he grew paler.
Eryn raised his eyebrow as nothing came out of his arm — no red liquid dripping out at all. Despite that, a sound like drops steadily splatting on the ground filled his ears. Evidently, something was flowing through his veins.
As he pondered, the boy slipped the (clean?) knife back into his belt and held his hand over the split skin, occasionally moving his fingers or mumbling to himself as he did so. When he looked like he could no longer stand anymore, he stopped suddenly and reached into his pocket, pulling out and sticking a long plaster over the wound.
He took a step back and sank to the floor with a grunt, looking down the hallway. Eryn just stood there, mostly just taken aback by the whole thing. He went to go and give the boy a hand before pausing, remembering the boy's words before. Instead, he decided to opt for words, for a change.
"You, uh. You good, man?"
The boy was breathing deeply, but nodded, glancing back over at Eryn as he spoke.
"I'm scouting ahead.. when I find the weapon, I'll let you know, just — stay put for now. I don't want you to run into any of them." He inhaled deeply again, the colour returning to his face. Despite how much blood (?) he lost, he seemed to be getting over it fairly quickly. Must be some other part of his quirk.
"Oookay then." Eryn replied, plopping down on the opposite side of the hallway with a sigh. "You know, if you take too long, uh, finding it, we might run out of time."
The boy frowned and opened his mouth to respond, but Eryn cut him off, a grin returning to his face.
"Although, I doubt the villains would ever expect that! They're probably just sitting by the weapon, waiting for us to come barging in, but no! We shan't not!" He gestured theatrically with his hands, his grin growing wider as he spoke. "They're prolly getting all itchy fingered up there, wondering where we are, what we're doing. Are we even coming? Are we watching them silently from the shadows? I'll betcha they're getting paranoid as we speak!"
He giggled to himself, leaning back against the wall as he saw the other's bemused expression, seemingly too confused to say anything at all.
"Which is definitely all to say, good plan partner. We bust in there at the last second, and catch 'em off their guard!" He finished cheerfully, crossing his legs and stretching his arms out behind him.
The boy said nothing, his gaze suddenly seeming far away. His hands moved in front of him, as if he were tapping away at some strange invisible keyboard.
Eryn resisted the urge to wave his hand in front of his face, barely holding back an "anyone there?" as the boy muttered feverishly, clearly no longer seeing Eryn anymore.
All of a sudden, he froze, eyes widening. He wrenched his attention away from whatever he was thinking about, looking up at Eryn.
"Ice." He stood up quickly, looking down the hallway. Sure enough, a loud cracking sound filled Eryn's ears, the temperature dropping rapidly. Ice was covering the walls and floor, and was rapidly incoming.
Without thinking, Eryn leaped for the boy and grabbed his neck, the closest exposed part of the boy's body. Pulling the blond down to the floor, with his hand securely on his skin, he crouched, his other hand on the floor, watching the ice approach. It soon spread all around them, avoiding Eryn's hand and securing both of their shoes in place on the floor. Then, the ice reached the door and stopped.
The boy, initially too stunned to react, grabbed Eryn's hand and threw it off, an angry expression on his face. Eryn paid him no mind and ran his hands over his shoes, the ice dissipating as he touched it. He paused for a moment, considering, before unfreezing the other boy's shoes as well.
"So, that was Shoto's quirk then — he was trying to freeze us in place so we couldn't get to the weapon on time, huh.." He muttered to himself, standing back up, before stumbling slightly on the ice. "Or maybe make it that we couldn't move around properly?"
The boy grumbled as he stood up as well, catching himself against the wall as he slipped. He touched at his neck, like he was checking to see if the skin was still there or something, and then scoffed quietly before speaking.
"It does seem like Todoroki's quirk — does this mean they won't be looking for us?" He looked over at Eryn, still trying to stand up straight. "If they assumed we're frozen in place, there's no need to tie us up. They can just wait out the timer and win."
Eryn smiled at that, pulling both his boots and his socks off, much to, what seemed to be, the other's bemusement. His bare feet disintegrated the ice beneath it as he stretched his legs out, preparing to run.
"You're a smart cookie, you. I think I like you."
Before the other boy could get any words out, he'd set off running, the slippery ice vanishing before it could prove any problem to him. He had no idea where this weapon was, but it was almost certain that the two "villains" were in with it. So, that meant he just had to listen out for voices.
On that, he could hear the his earpiece lighting up with the other boy's whisper shouting, "what"s and "where"s slipping past his ears as he moved up through the building. He considered turning it off, but that would probably be a bad idea if he needed to call for backup. So, he ignored his partner's questions and kept listening out for some far off conversation.
Not much longer had passed when he heard it, a low exchanging of voices - neither the tail boy, nor Shoto were particularly noisy guys, so it made sense. There was no pause in their words, no indication that they had heard his approach, so he continued forward slowly, rolling his trouser legs up as he went. He was fast, so as long as he could reach the weapon before they could react, he had this in the bag.
He reached the room the voices were coming from and he took a breath, body pressed against the wall beside the door, rolling his sleeves up. The moment of truth. Only a couple of minutes remained — it was now or never. 3... 2...
An explosion of ice cascaded from the door, the biting cold making him wince as he jumped back instinctively. A figure stepped through the door, weaving through the gaps in the ice effortlessly. Eryn took a step back as Shoto entered the hallway, the temperature dropping rapidly.
"You know you can't actually do anything to me, right? Unless you wanna burn my costume off, I guess." His mind was quickly catching up to the situation, possibilities running through his mind. "I bet I'm faster than you, in any case."
The other student said nothing, not rising to the bait. There really was nothing that his quirk could do to him — all he could do is use the capture tape. And, Eryn was sure, he really was faster than the ice user. He wasn't even sure why he was hesitating. He's basically already won.
"In fact," He started conversationally, his eyes trained directly on his opponents form. "I'd say that, in terms of speed, you can't—"
He pushed off the ground and sprinted forwards, Shoto already reacting as he reached out to grab Eryn's arm. He waited for the exact moment of contact before slamming as hard as he could against the boy, attempting to knock him into the wall. He stumbled slightly, and Eryn used that moment to rush into the room, the ice before him dissipating as he forced his way through.
Before he could take two steps into the room, a strong hand grabbed his wrist, and before Eryn knew it he was in the air. A second later he hit the floor, a pained grunt escaping his lips. There was the tail guy then.
He bounced back up quickly, wincing as he dodged backwards, away from a fist that probably would've knocked him out if it connected. He could see the weapon out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn't move towards it before ice came barrelling towards him, connecting with his clothed torso and sending him flying backwards.
He grasped at the ice, frantically clearing it as his back hit the wall, momentum screwing him over once again. Honestly, he should've come in here shirtless, but there wasn't any time to try to take his shirt and hoodie off. He gasped in a breath, the air refusing to enter his lungs properly as his head spun. There was a way out of this, he knew there was, he just had to find it.
He kicked off from the wall, hands in front of his chest to stop the torrent of ice from reaching him. A hand reached out again, and Eryn ducked under it, a cough spluttering through his chest. His only saving grace was that this guy seemed to be second guessing himself, unsure of what to do without the use of his tail.
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HI OKAY so I have been brain blasting about more of my guys, and I was wondering if I could share more of my writing with you, and then I realised that you might not have seen my hero academia (which is the media the oc's are for) so I was wondering if (a) you have seen my hero academia and (b) if you'd like to see some oc writings because. They're. They're in my brainwaves
I don't have to explicitly send them to the askbox, I could share them on the blog, but the blog's whole thing is sharing stuff with you (+ Bri and others affiliated with this little corner of the internet) so I should ask if you're interested anyways
In other news, I was in a moshpit the other day and ended up in the medical area, which was actually pretty fun so. Life is going pretty good for tumblr anon Milgranon
- Milgranon
i will say i havent watched my hero academia nor is it something im interested in watching, but i'd still love to hear about your ocs! i know. enough of the basics. theres quirks and theyre powers and theyre at fighting school.
you can send it any way you like!!!
also omg??? milgranon doing shit my introverted indoors ass could never /silly
"Yay writing I love writing yippee :)" *a fight scene comes up* "aw what the fuck man what is this what the hell >:("
I've so much respect for people who make fight scenes because I think they have unlocked a sixth sense of some sort. Or perhaps made a deal with a fairy
- Milgranon
Writing fight scenes is hard. I think my biggest piece of advice is to like.
Write is as boring and as plain as possible. Dont even add dialogue. Write exactly how the fight plays out in a step by step format. Example: A punches B in the face. B attempts to block but is too late. A tries to hit again. B manages to redirect the blow.
just clinical, boring. This is your blueprint.
Then, what I've found to help is that you don't want to constantly describe the fight scene. Describe what they're feeling in the moment, what's hurting. Try to avoid being as clinical as your blueprint.
A punches B in the face. B attempts to block but is too late. A tries to hit again. B manages to redirect the blow.
2. A swings their fist before B can successfully block, leaving them staggering with a pain in their cheek. As A swings back their arm again, B reacts quicker this time, managing to hit their arm before it could reconnect with their face. It hits the wall next to their head with a painful thud.
Then you need to add your POV character's thoughts in. Make it more than just action.
3. A swings their fist before B can successfully block, leaving them staggering with a pain in their cheek. It is painful, they never knew that A could hit like this. Gritting their teeth and ignoring the pain that brings, they redirect their focus onto A. As A swings back their arm again, B panics and reacts quicker this time- albeit sloppy. They manage to hit their arm before it could reconnect with their face. Beside them, it hits the wall next to their head with a painful thud. They wince as A howls in pain.
Then, of course, your characters are in an environment.
4. A swings their fist before B can successfully block, leaving them staggering with a pain in their cheek. Their shoes scrape against the concrete as they try to get their bearings. It is painful, they never knew that A could hit like this. Gritting their teeth and ignoring the pain that brings, they redirect their focus onto A, their expression a bit menacing in the low lighting. As A swings back their arm again, B panics and reacts quicker this time- albeit sloppy. They manage to hit their arm before it could reconnect with their face, though they end up painfully hitting the brick wall behind them. A's fist hits the wall next to their head with a painful thud, a sick noise next to their ear as their knuckles split and blood smears on the brick. They wince as A howls in pain, staggering back towards the opposing wall.
Then you can add dialogue.
5. A swings their fist before B can successfully block, leaving them staggering with a pain in their cheek.
"Shit-" They curse. Their shoes scrape against the concrete as they try to get their bearings. It is painful, they never knew that A could hit like this.
"What's wrong, B? Does it hurt?" A taunts, a sick grin on their face.
Gritting their teeth and ignoring the pain that brings, B redirects their focus onto A, their expression a bit menacing in the low lighting. As A swings back their arm again, B panics and reacts quicker this time- albeit sloppy.
They manage to hit their arm before it could reconnect with their face, though they end up painfully hitting the brick wall behind them. A's fist hits the wall next to their head with a painful thud, a sick noise next to their ear as their knuckles split and blood smears on the brick. They wince as A howls in pain, staggering back towards the opposing wall.
"Fuck!" A screams, clutching their fist.
And then for final changes, you want to avoid saying words like "hit", "kick", "punch", as much as possible. Add more details where they're needed.
6. A swings their fist before B can successfully block, leaving them staggering with a pain in their cheek.
"Shit-" They curse. Their shoes scrape against the concrete as they try to get their bearings. It is painful, they never knew that A could hit like this.
"What's wrong, B? Does it hurt?" A taunts, a sick grin on their face.
Gritting their teeth and ignoring the pain that brings, B redirects their focus onto A, their expression a bit menacing in the low lighting. As A swings back their arm again, B panics and reacts quicker this time- albeit sloppy.
They manage to redirect their swing before it could reconnect with their face, though they end up painfully colliding the brick wall behind them, knocking some of the air out of their lungs and leaving them coughing. A's fist strikes the wall next to their head with a painful thud, a sick noise next to their ear as their knuckles split and blood smears on the brick. They wince as A howls in pain, staggering back towards the opposing wall.
"Fuck!" A screams, clutching their fist.
or this is how i do it at least. Synonyms are your best friend, looking up how certain injuries feel will help. Action words are also your best friend. You want to describe as little as possible in the long run, you have to trust your readers to fill in the gaps. Try to avoid starting sentences with the word "suddenly" too.
im still not the best at writing fights myself, so this isn't the best guide, but i hope its at least a little helpful.
so im replaying deltarune chapter 4 and like. after leaving noelle's house i noticed that kris lost 1 hp...? is this like a normal thing that happens . i havent seen anyone mention this before
yknow at first i wasnt thinking it was that big of a deal. Like it was the hockey puck or something but everyone (2 people) going :3 has colored me curious
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so im replaying deltarune chapter 4 and like. after leaving noelle's house i noticed that kris lost 1 hp...? is this like a normal thing that happens . i havent seen anyone mention this before
yknow at first i wasnt thinking it was that big of a deal. Like it was the hockey puck or something but everyone (2 people) going :3 has colored me curious
so im replaying deltarune chapter 4 and like. after leaving noelle's house i noticed that kris lost 1 hp...? is this like a normal thing that happens . i havent seen anyone mention this before
