FIGHTING STYLE ANALYSIS.

FIGHTING STYLE ANALYSIS.

bold what often, or always applies to your character. italicize things that they will sometimes do. and strike out options that they never do. repost, don't reblog.

• fights honorably / fights dirty

• prefers close - quarters / prefers range

• chats during / goes silent

• low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

• attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

• goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

• is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

• gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

• uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

• rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

• fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement / fights with delight

• fights because they have to / fights because they want to

• fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

• prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalised weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

• their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

• transforms for battle / fights as they appear

• relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

• uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

• exhausts quickly / has high stamina

• behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

• uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

• tries to avoid civilians / strikes down civilians

• damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

• signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

• mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

• fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

• messy fighter / elegant fighter

• accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

• compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

• uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

• prefers to dodge / prefers to block

• defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

• uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

• plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

• waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

• fears death / fears pain / fears killing

• has ptsd / avoids fighting

• has lost a fight / has won a fight

• has killed / refuses to kill / enjoys killing

• wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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@the-arkham-librarian sent [ NIGHTMARES ] for my characters reaction to yours waking up terrified, and clinging to mine.

it was yet another sleepless night for blamore, though by now, he had grown very used to it. its insomnia could get really bad at times. and seeing as the time was currently two in the morning, i'd say today was an example of that. it pretty much gave up on the strategy of simply laying in bed and closing its eyes in hopes it'd drift away hours ago. so, blamore now sat with his back against his sofa couch, curled up with a book. though he wasn't alone and that was enough to make him smile to himself. elizabeth laid there underneath the covers and blamore had noticed that her body occasionally jerked at times while she slept tonight, though it wasn't sure if he should wake her because of that. something distressing did seem to be going on within her mind unbeknowst to it however.

and regardless of the fact that blamore had looked at her, it was still very startled by the alarming way she had waken up. it was barely able to register that eliza was crying before his body was being clung to by her; a gasp of his own leaving his mouth at the sudden contact. blamore could feel elizabeth's body subtly trembling as she continued to hold onto him, and without another moment to lose, it wrapped its arms around her securely. he spoke to her in a soft voice as he noted he could smell sweat coming off of her. ❝ ooh, eliza, you scared me. what's going on? did you have a nightmare, or something? ❞ it could only assume that was the case when it didn't receive a response from the other then.

blamore's eyebrows furrowed in concern before he very gently began to rub circles into her back. ❝ ooh, ma pauvre chérie (my poor darling). it must have been one hell of a bad dream, ❞ a frown ever-so-slightly tugged at it's lips before it placed its head above hers, completely enveloping eliza in it's hold now. he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head while he contemplated what he should do momentarily, ❝ it's okay, my love. i'm here for you. and no one, or nothing, can hurt you while i'm around... okay? ❞

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬: a little assortment of sexual action prompts for rp purposes. remember to tag your usft and suggestive content. do not reblog this meme if you're under 18. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender is asking if they can touch receiver sexually. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 ] : sender and receiver are having a steamy makeout session. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are interrupted. [ 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞] : sender removes an article of receiver's clothing. [ 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are having sex half-clothed. [ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ] : sender plants kisses on undressed receiver's scar/s. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender pleasures receiver with their hand/fingers. [ 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 ] : sender pleasures receiver with their mouth. [ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are having sex for the first time. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver is having a wet dream about sender. [ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ] : receiver is thinking about sender when masturbating. [ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ] : sender pins receiver down by the wrists during sex. [ 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 ] : sender and receiver are having sex in a public place. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are having sex to reduce stress. [ 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 ] : sender helps receiver to have an orgasm. [ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are having sex with no strings attached. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 ] : sender and receiver have sex after being apart a long time. [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender and receiver are having lazy morning sex. [ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are cuddling after sex. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are trying to conceive.

at renfield's affirmation, blamore's lips pursed as its eyebrows remained furrowed, almost like it was troubled by the sight of them being injured. although they barely knew each other... he could empathize with her plight, albeit slightly — regardless of whether that was something he sometimes had difficulty with doing. whoever these 'feds' were, as blamore had called them, they certainly didn't seem opposed to using violence to get renfield to arkham. this was just yet another piece of evidence that the authority figures that were supposed to 'protect them?' yeah, they were the real animals to it. blamore was at a loss of words as to what to say at that moment so it just listened to ren talk quietly.

she seemed to have this deep-seated sadness within her. and to tell you the truth, blamore found his gaze drifting downwards temporarily, as a thought suddenly popped up in it's head. it soon clenched one of its hands halfway into a fist as a result. blamore wasn't sure how they felt about physical contact, so he would ask them about it before doing anything. but for now, it's eyes darted back up to meet renfield's with a nod. ❝ i see... i'm sorry they made you feel so scared. from what i'm hearing, you're upset right now because of how they keep on bringing you back to arkham — yes? that's totally understandable, as that place is awful. ❞ a sigh left his lips, ❝ i'm not sure whether anything can be done to prevent you from going in the future though. besides laying low, anyway. ❞

blamore felt it was undeniable at this point that there was a lot of truth behind ren's words. none of those doctors cared about them, just about getting a paycheck at the end of the day. the way he saw it, batman and his little crew of teenage birds saw them as toys. ones to pack away in a dollhouse (or arkham) until they inevitably escaped from it again. if they felt otherwise then they wouldn't keep on bringing them there in blamore's opinion. he blinked before ever-so-slowly bringing that same hand he was clenching up, ❝ i hear you, renfield. is it alright if i touch your back? i just... want to comfort you, is all. ❞ it listened to the others words before tilting its head.

❝ what do you want? i would not give up so easily on the idea of being able to get what you want, mon ami, when you have already made it this far. perhaps you two could come to an agreement to do something that would make the both of you happy. ❞

❝ did you get nabbed by the feds? what happened? ❞

A sniffle. A silent shrug. Renfield idly picks at the bandaids on their fingers, unable to stop their racing thoughts. “Yeah,” they eventually offer up, voice raspy and quiet, “they got me good.” She taps the bandage on her cheek as well, a large bruise peeking its way from out behind it. She flinches from the mere touch and she hisses a harsh, angry scolding at herself. It takes her physically holding herself back from hitting herself on purpose, else it’d only get worse.

A deep, heaving sigh leaves her as she pulls her knees to her chest. She looks morose, melancholy, and she turns those very same sad eyes towards it. “It scared me, Blamore. It scared me so badly and it’s just going to keep happening. They—they keep bringing me back! And I don’t want to go back! Not there. No more.” Their breath runs ragged and their grip on themself tightens. She tries a self-soothing maneuver, rocking back and forth where she sat—but when have those ever worked?

“They don’t understand me, Blamore. They just want to hurt me. Putting me in—in that place…they don’t care about me. They want me to rot in there!” A sharp inhale before their ands drag down their face as a groan leaves them. She falls silent again, briefly biting the inside of her cheek as she tries to calm herself down. “I’m never going to get what I want,” she mumbles, “it’s all Dracula’s world. I have to do what they want or they’ll just do it anyways. But when will I get what I want? That’s—that’s what I want to know.”

i've been seeing this dash game going around, so i thought i'd join in on the fun :D and thus...