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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 Kids Pt. 3

Prompt: Paralyzed by Fear

Fandom: Original Work

Part 1 | Part 2

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The Principal had kept his promise. He had tried to break Liv every moment he could.

But she wasn’t going to let him.

It had been days of tests. From being left alone to being followed every second of the day, from climbing to fighting. He wasn’t letting anything stop him.

To be honest, it was wearing on her.

Maybe if I just give in it will all be over. She thought to herself.

She shook her head and pushed the thought aside. She would never let him win.

Her door clicked open, and two guards entered the room. Class time. She held out her wrists, and they clamped the shackles around them. They all walked down the hallway.

She thought they were heading towards the gym when they started going a different way.

“Where are we going?” She asked, turning to the guard on her left.

Both guards stayed silent as they kept walking through the facility.

They went up two flights of stairs before arriving in front of a door. The guard on her right opened the door and pushed her inside.

Liv stumbled and found herself face to face with the Principal.

He smiled at her and unlocked her shackles. “Welcome to your test.”

Liv rubbed her wrists as she glared at him.

“Where am I?”

“You don’t recognize this place?”

Liv looked around the room and noticed that they were standing on a catwalk above the gym, but something was off. She moved to the edge of the catwalk and looked down.

The Principal walked behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. “Do you like the changes?”

Liv just stared. The entire room was filled with water. The two-story gym filled with water. Her heart started to race.

She tried to back up, but The Principal grabbed her by the shoulders and kept her in place.

“Interesting.” He pushed her closer to the edge. “It seems that our brave student is scared of water.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her voice sounded shakier than she wanted.

Her heart started to beat out of her chest, as she stared at the water.

The Principal took a step back. “Then show me. Jump in and swim to the bottom. If you don’t,” he let out a quiet laugh, “then you have to promise to trust me. Just like Conner does.”

Liv turned and glared at him. He just smiled and motioned to the water. She turned back around.

Come on. I can do this. She thought to herself.

But she just stood there. She couldn’t get herself to move. She wanted to turn and run, but her legs wouldn’t let her. So she just stood there, staring at the water.

Why can’t I do this? She could have blamed it on the multiple tests or the sleep deprivation, but she knew it was fear.

Tears started to form in her eyes. She tried to wipe them away, but her arms wouldn’t move. She just stood there for what felt like an hour, until the Principal grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from the edge.

“You can’t do it.” He said trying to hide his smile. “That means you have to promise that you will trust me.”

The exhaustion set in, and Liv didn’t want to fight it anymore.

“I promise.” She said looking down at her feet.

The Principal grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

“Promise what?” He had stopped trying to hide his smile.

Liv tried to look away, but his grip just tightened.

Too tired to fight she looked right at him, “I promise to trust you.”

He smiled and let go of her chin. He motioned to one of the guards standing by the door, and they put the shackles back on her wrists.

Feeling broken she let them guide her back to her cell as tears streamed down her face.

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.

Ruby Pt. 3

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Prompt: Blindfolded

Fandom: Original Work

Part 1 | Part 2

Ruby’s memories started to come back in pieces.  Curled up in her small cell she began to remember the day she went missing.

The day had started out just fine. She was walking to school when she noticed a homeless guy following her down the road. She crossed the street, and the guy followed her. Feeling nervous she started to walk faster.

Only a block till she got to the college.

She glanced behind her, and at that moment the guy started to run towards her. Startled she started running down the street.

The guy caught up to her quickly and grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

Not knowing what to do she started screaming.

In response he tightened his grip on her arm, and covered her mouth with his hand, cutting off her screams. Using her free arm, Ruby pulled at his hand over her mouth.

“Stop struggling.” He snarled pulling her back down the road towards a black car.

The driver’s door opened, and a tall man got out of the car.

“Doctor Myers, I’ve watched her for a few days, and I think she will be the best for your experiment.”

Doctor Myers stayed silent staring at Ruby. Then he nodded and motioned to the car.

The homeless guy pushed her into the back seat. Ruby scrambled to the other door and tried the handle. It was locked. Looking around for the lock her heart dropped when the homeless guy got in the car and pulled her to the middle seat. Doctor Myers got in, started the car, and they took off down the road.

“Who are you guys?” Ruby asked with a shaky voice.

Neither one answered her as they continued down the road.

Breaking the silence Ruby tried again. “Who are you guys, and where are you taking me?”

Doctor Myers glanced in the rearview mirror, and the guy sitting next to her nodded.

He reached down by his feet and pulled out a black cloth. Letting go of her arm, he quickly tied the fabric around her head covering her eyes.

Panicking she tried to reach up and take the blindfold off, but he grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Something cold wrapped around her wrists, and her heart sank. She was now blindfolded and handcuffed in the back of a car going to a place she didn’t know.

She struggled until her wrists started to hurt. She choked back a sob and sank into the seat.

They rode in silence for a long time before the car slowed to a stop, and she could hear the front door open. The guy sitting next to her pulled her out of the car and pulled the blindfold off.

She blinked in the sunlight and found that she was standing in front of a large building. Doctor Myers nodded at the homeless man, and he let go of her arm and got into the car. The car started, and he drove away.

Doctor Myers stepped closer and grabbed her arm.

“Let’s go inside. I can show you your room.”

Ruby started walking with him towards the doors. “Who are you?” she asked again.

He started laughing. The laugh that would haunt her nightmares. “My name is Doctor Myers, and I am very excited for our experiment.”

Then nothing.

Ruby sat up in her cell trying to remember what happened next. She hugged her knees and hung her head. She couldn’t remember past that point.

All she knew was Doctor Myers gave her her powers.

And it was not a pleasant experience.

And being back in his custody scared her.

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Woot!! Loki and Spider-man!!!

you guys should totally take this quiz and this quiz to see which supervillain and superhero you should hook up with it’s really fun

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…