Time For Angst

Prompt: “Hi!! I’m a big fan of your Spider-Man fics!! My birthday is on the 20th and I was wondering if you’d write a fic with a really disoriented Peter (concussion or fever whatever you prefer) and tony trying to get through to him to calm him down. Maybe in the process Peter opens up about really feeling guilty about Ben. If not no worries!!”

What is up with you guys and the sad Uncle Ben requests?? It’s like you guys want to suffer? [soft whispers] who hurt you??

Lol, ask and you shall receive. Happy Birthday @ijustlovecfa!! (Won’t let me tag you, sweets.)

I think I’m going to go with concussion for this one since I just did a fever-related Uncle Ben one!

It’s a minor miscalculation, a slight shift in his arm that makes the web miss the light post he was aiming for, and it’s just enough to have Peter falling to the ground, his head smacking hard against the pavement below him.

He blacks out almost instantly, but he’s only out for a few seconds because a gripping wave of nausea brings him back to consciousness with just enough time to lift up on shaking elbows, push his mask up just past his nose, and roll over, heaving onto the road.

The sounds of his own gagging appear muffled; in fact, the sounds of the battle around him sound far away, as if he’s hearing them while emerged in water. There’s only a prominent ringing sound piercing through the muted sounds around him, and when his stomach settles, he flops back down onto his back, huffing as he watches the sky above him spin.

“Tony, Peter’s down!”

Peter frowns; the voice in his ear is far too loud, as if it’s competing with the ringing.

“What? Peter, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Peter wants to reply because he knows the second voice is addressing him directly, but there’s a pressure building in his head, feeling as if his head’s going to split into two, and while he can hear the words and process the words, he can’t seem to get his mouth to form a coherent reply. He only manages out a muffled groan in response.

“Shit. Cap, cover me? I’ve gotta get to him.”

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the JSE Community when Jack posted the spooky Instagram Story during the Overnight Watch anniversary last year

From: 3 SCARY GAMES #21

Anti DOESN’T “not glitch.”

Am I really the only one who thinks “”non-glitchy Anti”“ is corrupted Chase? :u

Anti is always glitchy, y’all. He glitches in all canon appearances. The shit we think is him, isn’t confirmed him, isn’t canon, isn’t solely ego-oriented.

But what we do know is that Chase is running the channel to cover Jack. We do know Chase had a run-in with Anti in Dark Silence. We don’t know what happened after. We do know that even when games have had glitches in them, they’ve had truckloads of references that immediately make us think of Chase, references to alcohol, being drunk, family, divorce…

That’s not Anti. That’s not Anti and Chase. That’s just Chase.

We don’t know what happened after Dark Silence.

We have an idea that Anti thrives off our attention. If Chase is the one running the show, that’d make him a threat to Anti’s access to attention, right?

Wouldn’t it make sense for Anti to corrupt Chase after Dark Silence? Make him his puppet? Now that means Chase is preaching for him.

Anti has Chase doing his dirty work and challenging us to devote ourselves to the channel, to Anti. Testing us, testing how loyal we are. We trust Chase. Anti knows this. Of course we’d listen to Chase. We listen to and trust Chase’s word. So if Chase is saying devote ourselves to the channel, thus to Anti, it must be the thing to do right? Or maybe, in a non-4th-wall-breaking sense, we aren’t aware that it logically wouldn’t be right. We just know Chase is saying do something, we trust him, so we should do it.

Anti doesn’t “not glitch.” He’s not human, he always glitches. That non-glitching person is Chase. Brainwashed and “strung up” to be puppeted by Anti.

Anti glitches.

Chase doesn’t.

Chase is the one we’re seeing, just like he said. That never changed.

Thought #1: What if someone has the powers to bring people back to life, but they become weaker everytime they do it.

This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.

Dax / One Shot

Prompt: Hand Gagging

Fandom: Original Work

@badthingshappenbingo

So I screwed up my schedule, and there is a box that is filled that I haven’t done yet. But it’s coming tomorrow! 

Dax ran down the street ducking behind anything, he could find.

He had been living on the street for only a few days, but he had met a few friends that were helping him figure everything out, until today.

They sent him on an easy job. Go to the farmers market and grab food for tonight. Alone.

It was easy. Grab one apple, two bananas, and some hot dogs.

He stopped running and strolled into the farmers market. Leslie had always told him to walk and pretend like he was supposed to be there. He strolled into the farmers market and stopped at random booths.

Apples, bananas and hot dogs. Dax kept repeating the list in his head. This was his chance to prove to everyone else that he could do it.

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big boy happy

Trying out a new style

@therealjacksepticeye

Hopya like et!

“Where it matters.”

The Kids Pt. 4

@badthingshappenbingo​

Prompt: Accidentally Hurt By Friend

Fandom: Original Work

Wow, this past week was a long one, but I’m back! Enjoy! :)

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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.