#7-act

[slayingfiction]

The 7-Act Story Structure

The 7-Act Story Structure is a sophisticated framework that allows for an expansive exploration of narrative complexity and character development. It’s particularly well-suited for epic tales and multi-layered stories, providing ample space for twists, turns, and deep dives into the psyche of its characters. This structure can be broken down into seven parts: Introduction, Initial Conflict, Expansion, Complication, Climax, Falling Action, and Resolution.

Act 1: Introduction introduces the story’s world, characters, and the initial hint of conflict.

Act 2: Initial Conflict sets the story in motion with a conflict that drives the narrative forward.

Act 3: Expansion broadens the scope of the story, introducing new challenges and subplots.

Act 4: Complication adds complexity to the narrative, deepening the conflicts and testing the characters.

Act 5: Climax is the highest point of tension, where the main conflicts come to a head.

Act 6: Falling Action begins to resolve the conflicts, leading towards a conclusion but still offering twists or revelations.

Act 7: Resolution ties up all loose ends, resolves remaining conflicts, and concludes the story, providing a satisfying end to the epic journey.

The 7-Act Structure is designed to accommodate an intricate narrative with multiple layers of conflict and character development. It's particularly effective for long-form storytelling, such as in novels, film series, or television series, where the story's depth and complexity can be fully explored over time.

This structure allows for a detailed exploration of the characters' internal and external journeys, offering writers the flexibility to introduce and resolve multiple subplots. The additional acts beyond the traditional 5-Act structure provide space for more significant character development, plot twists, and thematic depth, making the story more engaging and immersive.

The 7-Act Structure is best used in stories that require a vast canvas, such as epic fantasies, intricate mysteries, or complex dramas. It suits narratives that are too complex for the 3-Act or 5-Act structures due to their scope and the depth of the world-building involved. The extended framework facilitates a gradual buildup and more nuanced resolution of the story's many elements, allowing audiences to become more deeply invested in the characters and the story world.

In comparison to the 3-Act and 5-Act structures, the 7-Act structure is ideal for stories where the narrative's breadth and complexity are paramount, and the writer wishes to guide the audience through a more elaborate and detailed experience. It's the structure of choice for epic storytelling, where the journey through the narrative's many layers is as crucial as the final destination.

Happy Writing!

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[soratsuart]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ACE'S DREAM IS ABOUT CELEBRATING THAT YUU FOUND A WAY TO TRAVEL BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THEIR WORLD AND TWISTED WONDERLAND AND HE ACTIVELY FIGHTS WAKING UP SO MUCH THE OTHERS ALMOST GIVE UP ON HIM AND MOVE TO THE NEXT DREAM

WHAT THE FUCK???

[fruity-blogs]

Sometimes...

Taking a leap forward means...

Leaving a few things behind.

[saltyseaturtle]

I’m still coping 🫠

[sidsinning]

I HATE YOU ALIEN STAGE FUCK FUCK FUCK

LUKA IF HYUNA DOESN'T END YOU I WILL

[cloud-ya]

finally beat dark gaia today, had to draw werehog about it

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[bbygirl-aemond]

harwin you ARE the father

[queeniewithabeanie]

The Theory

Dpxdc Prompt #25

People loved to speculate about the identity of heroes. I mean, who wouldn't wouldn't want to know the names and faces of those protecting them?

This, of course, lead to theories about the heroes' secret IDs. Many just being passed by word of mouth. Also the closer a city was to a hero the more they wanted to know.

Metropolis had been trying for years to identity the Man of Steel. Central City was constantly wondering where the Flash ran to when he wasn't moving at the speed of light. Gotham, home to an entire colony of vigilantes, wanted to know the brave soldiers behind the masks.

Some theories were more serious and genuinely believed in—for example, Robin being an immortal child that shifted around his age—while others were just plain jokes; see the "Do the Butts Match?" theory.

So when a tall, kickass, redhead started attending Gotham U rumors started flying.

"The original Batgirl's back, you know, she's attending the university. I heard her name's Jasmine Fenton"

"I've been told she left Gotham because her parents wanted to be closer to family to raise their own kids. She have been Batgirl, but even she couldn't have traveled across state lines every night."

"She's helping out at Dr. Thompson's clinic, can't stop helping even after retirement."

"She kicked a goon who was trying to kidnap a little girl in the face. It was awesome." When Barbara started hearing whispers about the identity of the original Batgirl, she was a little concerned. Gotham had figured out Bruce's identity (without realizing it), if enough people worked together they may have her identity uncovered as well.

That concern didn't last too long though, the girl they were suspecting was named Jasmine Fenton, and although she shared a few physical resemblances with Babs that was where most of the similarities ended.

Babs would keep an eye on her though, couldn't have her getting hurt just because people thought Jasmine was her.

What Babs didn't know was that while Jasmine may not have been a teenage vigilante, her brother sure was.

[moonsnqil]

extremely embarrassing that andrew had a crush on neil

[egophiliac]

once again, don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

(eventually I will get back to being less scribbly, whoops)

[kurapipin]

Fuis-moi, le pire c'est toi et moi 💥

[chenfordsbee]

✨ each other’s safe heaven ✨

[hakogyi]

YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CRY.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)