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wordsmithwhumpsandfluff · 13 days

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Can you do a spirit with a bad period with Aiden maybe on a date 👉👈💕

Other ask:

love the amberlynn period fic. would also love to see eliana or spirit’s period fics sometime 👀

More focus on the romance than the actual period in this one, but I still love it😘 I hope you love it, too!!

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After sending a pic of her face and a text that said ‘#SkateboardFails’, Spirit witnessed the group chat with her friend fill rapidly with concerned responses.

Doc. Kei🩺: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT HAPPENED!!!!!

Jor: Holy shit. . .

Oliver {lil bro}: Spirit!!?

Amber: Omg, Spirit! What happened to you?!

Eliana: Jeesus, your eye!

Spirit quickly texted back, ‘I am fine, guys. I just had an accident at the skate park’.

Isaac texted, ‘Y’all should’ve seen it🤣!!!! Complete wipeout!!!’ in order to feed the lie, and Spirit was grateful for him.

But suddenly, Birdie texted Spirit outside of the group chat, and Spirit frowned.

Nico_from_Rio: Did you get in a fight?

Her best friend knew her too well.

Spirit texted ‘No’ and gave a detailed (fake) story about how she nearly collided with someone at the skate park when she was hanging out there with Isaac, and wound up turning too sharply and skidding onto the concrete, faceplanting.

Birdie interrogated her via texts for a while before she gave up, and Spirit let out a sigh of relief.

Now she only had one more person to show her face to.

It had been a few days since she and Aiden had saw each other. Because of their regular texts, Spirit knew he was out of the hospital now and fine, but his mentor forced several extra sick days on him just to be sure.

Spirit was more anxious about showing Aiden her face than she was to show it to her friends. After all, they were her friends, but this was. . . Aiden. The guy she liked. She didn’t want to scare him off.

She took a deep breath as she pressed the FaceTime button, her camera facing her ceiling so that her face wasn’t visible yet.

Aiden answered after just a few seconds, smiling widely with his glasses slightly crooked on his nose and his hair all messy. “Hey!” he said. “I bought and started reading the book you recommended; ‘The Initial Insult’. So far, it is absolutely amazing. Very dark and depressing, but amazi- Why am I staring at your ceiling?”

Spirit sighed. “Aiden,” she said hesitantly. “Please just. . .” She sighed again, not exactly knowing what to ask him not to do. Then she lowered the phone.

Aiden’s smile vanished, his eyes widening and his mouth opening and closing in shock.

“Spirit. . . your face.” He shook his head, looking dumbstruck. “What the—? What happened?! Oh my God, are you okay?!” He looked closer at the phone, looking so concerned and Spirit forced herself to smile a bit to calm him down.

“I’m fine,” she said. “I just—” she hesitated, simultaneously wanting to tell him the truth and shield him from it at the same time. “I had a little incident,” she settled for saying.

He frowned deeply, eyes still wide and concerned.

“Seriously, I’m fine, Aiden. Stop worrying.”

Aiden nodded. “Well. . . okay then.”

They remained silent for a second before Aiden said, “I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I was going to tell you that day, but then. . .” he shrugged, “all hell broke loose.”

Spirit was nodding, waiting for his question.

“Feel totally free to say no if you don’t want to do this. I’m really hoping that you will want to do this, just so you know, but it’ll totally be fine if you say no to—”

“Are you asking me out again?”

Spirit could see him startle and blush through the screen, looking just a bit sheepish. “How’d you tell?”

Spirit grinned and shrugged. “Your rambling sounded just a bit familiar.”

“Yeah, well. . . So, yes or no?”

Spirit then frowned. “You’re really asking me out when I look like this?” she asked.

Aiden stayed quiet for a second. Then shrugged. “Umm. . . yeah?”

“Yes,” Spirit said. “But, something small? And maybe we should schedule something a few weeks from now? Just so I don’t go out on a date looking like this.” Spirit gestured to her face.

Aiden’s brows furrowed ever so slightly since he was still concerned and curious about how Spirit’s face wound up so beaten and why her answer was so vague.

If he was being honest, he didn’t want to wait super long for a second date. Suddenly, he had an idea: “What if you just come to my place? We can do Netflix and chill.”

The suggestion surprised Spirit. “You want our date to be at your apartment?”

Aiden ran a hair through his longish messy hair. “I mean, only if you’re comfortable with it? We can wait if you really want to, but you could just come and hang out at my place. I basically have every microwavable unhealthy snack you can think of, and we can watch a horror movie like we did at the theater. What’dya think?”

Spirit didn’t have to think it over very long. “Yeah, sure. Can you text me your address? I don’t remember it.”

“Yeah, sure. This weekend? Saturday again?”

“It’s a date.”

— — —

Spirit whined as she woke up to the sound of her alarm.

She didn’t whine because it was extremely early—since she always had to get up really early and was used to it—but rather because of the tight pain in her lower abdomen that let her know what time of the month it was.

Great fucking timing.

She grumbled curse words as she climbed out of bed, cringing as she shuffled to the bathroom.

Spirit hated her periods, as any other girl would. But her periods always seemed to have it out for her, showing up at the worst times: exam days, birthdays, holidays, and more.

Now, on the day when she was supposed to go on her second date with Aiden.

Spirit quickly got ready for work, barely managing to make it out the door on time. Other than her job at the mall’s music store, she worked as a barista at Starbucks. It was honestly worse than her job at the mall, because while her music-store-boss was rude and grumpy, her boss at Starbucks was even worse. The woman gave Spirit a death glare when she showed up just thirty seconds too late and reprimanded her on punctuality. And then threw a fit about Spirit’s face and how she’d fire her if they weren’t so understaffed.

Spirit was not having a good day. One customer was some man in a suit and his spoiled-looking teen daughter, and both of them were incredibly rude. Spirit also dealt with a mother who brought her five little kids and a screaming baby into the coffee shop, and it took twenty whole minutes to just get her order down. And the annoying encounters just kept coming. Not to mention the fact that her boss refused to give her a break that day since there was only her and one other barista working that day, and that barista had to leave early for a doctors appointment. Spirit didn’t even have time to take two minutes to take some ibuprofen.

It was gonna be a long day.

— — —

Aiden looked at the time on his phone. It was almost 8:00, which was almost 30 minutes later than the time they planned.

He had no texts from Spirit, and he was debating on just eating the fifteen taquitos he heated by himself.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

As soon as he saw Spirit’s name, he picked it up eagerly. “Hey!” he said cheerfully. “You on your way?”

Silence. Then, “I am so sorry, Aiden. Can we reschedule?” She sounded exhausted.

Aiden’s face fell and a weight settled in his chest. “Oh. Um, yeah. Is everything okay? You sound down.”

“I’m fine,” she mumbled. “Just exhausted. Again, I’m so sorry. I promise we can reschedule.”

“That’s okay,” he assured her. “Are you sure you’re fine? You sound really tired.”

She sighed. “I just had a long day. That’s all. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Okay then. Goodb—”

She hung up.

Aiden frowned as he looked at the words ‘Call Ended’ on his phone screen. He wound up eating two of the taquitos, and putting the rest in the fridge, along with the other movie snacks he heated up.

More than disappointed, he felt worried. Between the fact that she gave no explanation bout why her face was all beaten and the fact that she sounded completely exhausted over the phone, he was very worried, and he couldn’t help it.

He knew there wasn’t much he could do. But what he could do, and did, was send a text saying: ‘Hey, if you need anything, just let me know. Anything at all, Spirit ;)‘.

— — —

Spirit grinded her teeth together so hard that they began to hurt.

She was sitting on her bathroom floor, in too much pain to sleep and too nauseous to not be worried about throwing up.

Upon getting home from work, she was painfully aware of three things: she had no ibuprofen, she had only 3 pads left, and she didn’t have enough cash in her wallet to afford gas, meds, and pads.

Also, she felt absolutely terrible for cancelling her date with Aiden, and part of her was even a bit panicked that she had ruined everything. She was scared that he wouldn’t want to reschedule, and that he’d decide to stop seeing her. That kind of fear was new to her, but it triggered the same kind of reaction that any fear did.

So, there she was, sitting on the floor of her tiny bathroom, in pain and having to remind herself every few minutes to remember to breathe since she wound up holding her breath whenever she thought about Aiden.

Anxiety plus insanely painful cramps made Spirit’s stomach a complete mess, though she refused to puke, which was why she was grinding her teeth so hard together.

Spirit involuntarily gagged dryly, one hand planting on her aching stomach, and the force caused her to leak. She groaned, realizing she’d be down to two pads now.

Spirit sighed, knowing that she had to ask for help.

With a sleepy yawn, Spirit forced herself up and walked out of the bathroom, into her room. She picked up her phone, half asleep, to call Birdie and say that she’s not feeling well and ask her for help.

“Hey Siri,” Spirit mumbled, too tired to even open her contacts. Yawning, she mumbled, “Call Birdie on speaker,” but the command was half-unintelligible.

Spirit flopped onto her bed, closing her eyes as the phone rang. When she heard the call get picked up, she said, “Hey, Bird. Sorry for the late call, but can you come over with some pads and ibuprofen? I swear, this is the worst period I’ve ever had. Kill me, please, and then burn my uterus because it deserves it.”

Silence.

Spirit frowned. “Birdie?”

“Um. . . Hi, Spirit?” a sheepish response came. Aiden.

Spirit all but shot up in bed, face burning and scrambling to grab her phone. In her flustered panic, she hung up.

Never had she ever felt more embarrassed. She had just said that. . . to Aiden.

Suddenly, his name appeared on her phone. She froze. Why the hell was he calling back?!??!

She picked up. “So, um. . . I’m so sorry about that. I asked Siri to call one of my friends, and then you got dialed by accident, and I’m so—”

She stopped. Because he was chuckling.

Spirit could hear him laughing, and she was so completely confused.

“Aiden? Why are you—?”

“N-nothing,” he laughed. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Just a bit funny, that’s all.”

Spirit wasn’t laughing. She felt humiliated.

When Aiden stopped laughing, he asked a question that shocked Spirit completely: “Would you be okay if I picked up some pads and ibuprofen for you?”

Spirit’s face was on fire. “Y-you don’t have to do that! I’m so sorry, that call wasn’t meant for you—and I don’t need you to get me anything. Please, just forget about this.”

“I don’t mind. Just text me your location, and I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

Spirit cringed, now even more mortified at the thought of Aiden—who lived in a decent and nice apartment—seeing the crap-shack where she lived. “No, Aiden, you don’t—”

“Text. Me.” Spirit could hear him leaving his apartment and the jingle of keys. She wanted to bang her head against a wall or something because of how embarrassed she felt.

Finally, she gave up. Without saying anything, she texted him her address. “Top floor, last room down the left hallway.” And she hung up before waiting for his response.

Now, along with the awful cramps and anxiety, a weight of mortification was settled in her stomach, and that seemed to be the final tipping point for her gut because she found herself running back into her bathroom to puke up the measly couple of granola bars she had for dinner.

— — —

Aiden pulled up to the building and frowned. He had not expected this.

Inside, the building smelled strongly of cheap beer and ramen. There was no elevator, but rather a lot of stairs.

He went to the top floor, went down the left hallway, and stopped at the last door. He knocked. “Spirit?”

It took a minute before the door opened. The girl looked miserable. And Aiden noticed than not only was her face beaten, but her knuckles were also more bruised than usually and she had some bruises on her arms. That, plus the fact that she looked really pale, made him super worried.

“I come bearing gifts,” he said with a forced smile, holding up a pharmacy bag.

Spirit’s face turned red with an embarrassed flush. “Thanks. Come in.”

She stepped aside so he could walk in. From looking at the building, he thought that her dorm would be small, but this was insane.

A thin mattress on a black metal frame took up most of the space in the room. There was a small table by the bed with a lamp and books piled onto it. More books were in stacks on the floor, and a skateboard was propped against the wall. There was a clothing rack with shirts, hoodies, and pants hung on it, and baskets with other clothing items were on the floor next to it. Aiden saw no closet, but he did see the open door of a tiny bathroom. There was even a minifridge and a microwave on the floor. The room was dark, cold, and way too tiny.

“I know you’re thinking that this place is absolute shit,” Spirit grumbled, leaning against the wall with a frown, hands in her pockets.

Aiden’s eyes widened. “No, I wasn’t! I was just thinking. . . um. . .”

“It’s fine,” Spirit sighed, looking at him. “All my friends think so, too. And I definitely know so.” She looked at the bag in his hand. “Could I have that?”

“Oh, yeah,” Aiden said, handing the bag to her.

She thanked him, taking the box out of the bag and putting it in her bathroom. She came out with just the ibuprofen and went to grab a water bottle from her fridge. She took two of the pills, chugged half of the bottle, and let out a sigh of relief.

“You okay?” Aiden asked, taking a single step towards her. It’s all he had to do to stand right next to her.

“I’m fine,” Spirit said, looking up at him. “Again, I’m so sorry about our plans. I ruined another date before it even started, and then this, and I just. . .” She shook her head. “I totally get it if you don’t wanna keep hanging out with me. I’m really sucking at this whole ‘dating-thing’, and I don’t—”

“Wait, hold up,” Aiden interrupted. “Spirit, of course I don’t want to stop hanging out. And I already told you, it’s fine that you cancelled. If you weren’t up for it tonight, then that’s fine.”

Spirit frowned. “Are you sure?”

He nodded, smiling softly. “Absolutely.”

Spirit sighed and sat on the edge of her bed. Aiden sat beside her.

“So, what really happened to you?” he asked. “Because you have bruises on your arms and hands, too. And I’ve seen my fair share of people coming into the station after a fight. There’s no way you didn’t get scars and bruises like that without getting in a fight or something.”

Spirit didn’t look at him, chewing on her bottom lip.

“You said something when I was in the hospital. . . you said that you wouldn’t come back if your face wasn’t as pretty. . . is this what you meant?”

Spirit have him a surprised look. “You were concussed and half-asleep. I thought you wouldn’t remember that.”

He shrugged. “Well, I did. Sooooo?”

Spirit sighed again, hands once again going inside her pockets. “I knew the guys who robbed the store,” she admitted. “They and I grew up in the same neighborhood. They’re all assholes.”

Aiden’s eyes widened, the shock feeling overwhelming as he began to put the pieces together.

“I just. . . I got so mad after what happened to you. That’s something you should take into consideration before you decide to keep hanging out with me: I have a short fuse and some serious issues with my temper. Basically, I went to their place, and I confronted them about what they did to you, and then. . . I left looking like this. They looked just as bad, though, so there’s that.”

Aiden frowned deeply, brows creased.

Spirit sighed, wrapping her arms around her stomach and looking at the floor. “Yeah, I bet you’re reconsidering wanting to keep hanging out now.”

He shook his head. And then, he put a hand on her knee, making her look at him.

“I’m not reconsidering,” he stated. Then he smiled a bit. “It’s honestly cool to think that you stuck up for me like that. It’s like having a hot guardian angel.”

Spirit blushed, eyes widening, and Aiden chuckled at her reaction. Then his eyes moved down to where her arms were wrapped tightly around her stomach. “Are you nauseous?”

She shrugged. “A little. Not as much as I was earlier, though. It just hurts now.” She yawned. “I’ll probably just sleep it off, though.”

He nodded. “Is there anything else you need?”

She shook her head, smiling thankfully. “No, you’ve done more than enough for me. Thanks.”

He nodded again. “So, movie night next Saturday?��

The look that appeared on Spirit’s face—shocked and glad—made Aiden’s smile widen.

She was about to agree, when she looked at her computer and said, “Y’know, we can watch a movie here if you want? I know it’s not like how we planned, and I don’t have any snacks or anything, but that way we don’t have to wait another whole week.”

Aiden somehow smiled wider. He didn’t hesitate to agree.

He and Spirit scooted back enough that their backs were against the wall and their legs were dangling off the side of the bed. Spirit had her computer on her lap and she put on a horror movie on Netflix.

Her shoulder was nearly touching Aiden’s. Eventually, she felt his head touch the side of hers. She startled a bit, but he just chuckled. After a hesitant second, Spirit slowly laid her head on his shoulder. She even found herself smiling, even as her eyes began to grow heavy.

Aiden noticed her starting to doze off, and he grinned. “Gonna be honest, this is a good date,” Aiden whispered, his hand grabbing hers.

She squeezed his hand softly in return. “Yeah. It really is.”

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@bellysoupset

#thebrilliantidiots #AidenxSpirit - take2🎬#spirit #aiden #period fic #Hopefully this will be my last period fic for a while😅#Aiden is sooooo in love with this girl!!😭😭😭#Spirit's feelings are mutual💘#SingleForever🥲

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fuushhh · 1 year

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so.. with new lovejoy album came new thoughts abt sansnomaly song: Portrait Of A Blank Slate by lovejoy "But I'm just the same, I've got a boring name Across the board of what you want and what you came here for So I'll wait here for you I said, "Please, just let me stay" Oh, just let me stay Oh, just let me"

the "please just let me stay" line is what reminded me about IJAG for some reason it's like we urhgagrgasijdoihja

I know I'm ripping it out of context but JEESUS FUCKING CHRIST US WE WE

"Wake up Monday, now it's over Don't you know no one gets what they came here for? I could paint her, wrapped around her We could make such a pretty picture Oh, so happy, oh, oh, so happy"

"no one gets what they came for" becuz it's not real and he ain't real so we can't get what we want nor can he get what he wants and "oh so happy oh oh so happy" shows how fake this happiness is.

#srry I'm rlly emotional abt this #ANGST YAPPI #sans x self insert #sansnomaly #sans #sans undertale #ut!sans #sans x reader

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amspams · 20 days

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Road-rage

TW: Swearing

"Chucky, oh my god - be careful!" Tiffany yelped and slapped at her husband. "You almost ran over that woman."

"So?" He snapped, staring daggers at the poor elderly woman standing in the middle of the road, frozen in shock. "Man, the fuck is she doin'?"

Chucky rolled down the car window. "Ay, lady! We ain't got the whole damn day. Get movin'!"

"Calm down, sweetface. It's really not that big of a deal," Tiffany said, trying to soothe her visibly irritated husband. She knew damn well what his outbursts could lead to, and while she didn't exactly mind it on other occasions - she really didn't need the cops after them today. Especially since it had taken her half an hour to succesfully convince Chucky to take her out on a date.

"Did you not hear me? GET OFF THE FUCKING ROAD!!!" Chucky yelled, aggressively honking the horn.

"Chucky-" Tiffany tried to protest.

"Someone needs to shoot this bitch," Chucky grumbled.

"Chuck-"

"That someone is me."

"Chu-"

"Fuck, where is my gun?"

"CHARLES LEE RAY!" Tiffany screamed.

"Jeesus christ, WHAT!?" He reciprocated, his whole body trembling as he turned to look at her, his hands clutching the steering wheel.

"She's gone, you can drive now," Tiffany said, her voice surprisingly calm.

"Huh? Watchu talkin' about?"

Tiffany was this close to smacking the absolute shit out of him, but ultimately decided against it. She took a deep breath, trying not to let her frustration show and make matters worse. "Chucky, baby..." She began, placing her hand on his arm and softly caressing him with her thumb. "The woman you were about to murder. She left."

...

"Right. I knew that," he said. "She got lucky."

He lit up a cigarette and took a drag before blowing the smoke out of the window.

"I could do with some booze right now. My throat hurts," Chucky complained.

Tiffany rolled her eyes. "Mhm? I wonder why."

"Shut up."

#Child's play #Bride of Chucky #Seed of Chucky #Chucky #Tiffany #Charles Lee Ray #Tiffany Valentine #Tiffany Ray #Chiffany #Human!AU #Road rage #Anger issues

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pluralquotebook · 2 months

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(after coming back home from an exam)

S: ”oh lord jeesus i am so TIRED!!!”

N: “..get out of front”

S: ”. w. why. im scared”

(i [S] proceeded to get kicked out of front and N made us sleep for so long [about 14 hours] that we woke up to like. 12 messages from my [concerned] girlfriend 😭)

-LDS

#mod 🛣️#plural quotes #system sillies #plural memes #system memes #plural stuff #endo safe #pro endo #endo friendly #plural system #lds quote #pluralgang #plural gang

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thetwelfthcrow · 3 months

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Got more, if you want 💌

https://pin.it/7ms7R52p4

Because isn't this the perfect primary teacher Max pic? Maybe it's mostly the colour scheme that screams primary school teacher but he just looks soft and I love it. Or I just love him in cream colours, https://pin.it/4w1jr9YDB.

https://pin.it/6aFuyDxMW - Lewis at the school? Meeting the teacher(s), at a christmas school party or those days where parents come into the school and talk about their jobs, or at parent night.

https://pin.it/1R49rDsep

https://pin.it/pz8NW8RBc

SOBBIIIIING hi welcome back i LOOOOVE that photo. max at p's bday too too sweet !!!!!!!

and yess i love this fit too !!

and LEWIS hi oh my god. i love love love it when he wears oversized sweaters. i'm a SLUT for rolled up till the elbow sleeves. yes yes. i looove this. oh my god what a handsome man. AND YEAH him at the school !! him joining in on events !!

jeesus fucking christ his neck here. so broad. so biteable. i would not be ok around this man. what a soft outfit, i love this so so much.

and oh! at the christmas party! in a soft black sweater with his sand coloured watch. what a man what a man. !!! obsessed.

anooon i love uuuuu thank uuuuu for theese !!!!!!!!!!!!! they get the creative juices GOIN and i'm so so excited to start working on this fic. thank you thank you and ANY posts you see PLEASE send them my wayyyy i love thiiiis. i hope pinterest will let me pin these on the board again one day lmao. until then they reside in the #primary teacher!max tag :))

#zhalia's lil' answer chat #Anonymous #💌 anon #primary teacher!max #4433 #such handsome lads #i'm very much not normal about that first max pic ok

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weirdcat1213 · 11 months

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Its time for the weekly horrors- I mean Trimax vol 3 >:3

The Thoughts:

chap 1:

-AH EVERYTHING IS FALLING

-bro you are about to get into a fight can you stop thinking about your bf for 5 minutes

-fr tho, vash's words making him hesitate/angry is so dcfgjhbkml

-why everyone wants my babygirl dead :c

-now now, comparing someone with their brother isnt a nice thing to do

-oh so now we're not even making an allegory, he actually called him jeesus

-also "your soul is forced to endure the sorrow by the hundreds, suffering by the thousands, and the rage by the hundreds of thousands" im gonna throw up cuz of how that GOOD and PAINFUL that shit is

-the polar opposite of being a human huh...i mean besides something i said weeks ago about how he's further away from humanity more than he would like that point is interesting cuz most of the time we call him someone who is more human than any other person. he carries more pain than any human could endure and definitely has more patience than anyone will ever have but...hm...i want to come back to this

-ww pls dont make me cry today pls honey

-oh im gonna cry

-"your ideals will join you in the grave" i fucking hate thats the reason why we all try to be better people, thanks to that fucking wet cat of a man i cannot deal actually

-MILLIE :D

chap 2:

-i dont have much to say about battles but let it be on the record that I'm enjoying ww's eyes sm

-oh page 38 is cool as hell

-OH SHIT IS THAT HIS FUCKING SPINE????

chap 3:

-ww stop having pretty eyes youre distracting

-meanwhile :3

-ah geesus the body horror (so good but creepy)

-EYES :D

-so many fucking details. nightow got down even the smallest scribbles, as 98 vash would say

-oh right that....thats still upsetting

-i fucking swear people need to leave my son alone

-also fucking hate that he had to SHOOT A BABY even if it was fake

-I FUCKING HATE THIS ACTUALLY

-i can feel his fucking mind breaking i cant do this

chap 4:

-"i cant do this" yet here i am lmao

-i think if vash held me like hes holding that girl a lot of my problems would be resolved ngl

-characters reciting names always get to me :c

-also HA EAT THE PTSD ASSHOLE

-"why are there so many" brad you may want to sit down for this one

-..................i deadass thought "oh the doctor is here" IVE READ THIS BEFORE AND I FELL FOR IT AGAIN

-vash with his hair down :3

-nah hes not gonna kill you BUT HE FUCKING SHOULD

-oh i will kill so many people (vash is bleeding)

-hm. this reminds me of something in houseki no kuni (i wont spoil but maybe ichikawa had trigun as inspo which would be cool af)

chap 5:

-oh im yeeting myself (ww thinks about the children) -ww gives in his anger and fear when punching those weirdass faces but I'm gonna say this once: that doesn't make him weaker or worst. i haven't seen anyone think that of ww, i just feel that when he compares himself to vash he feels that way and i cant stand it :)

-vash i fucking swear-

-oh god the fingers...the fucking fingers...

-oh you are NOT talking to my vash about pain and agony

-OH WAIT I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THAT PANEL OH GOD NO I HATE REREADS WTF

-XD my girls

no wait i need to get back to that. i thought that was emilio's dad not fucking vash himself oh my god I'm sick so sick actually wtfffffffffffff

chap 6:

-is this the chapter with the gays eyes cuz I'm not ready for that-

-oh fuck you nightow. fuck you for putting knives in the title page and the title being "families"

-i want to punch so many things but I'm at work. fuck

-also i forgot about this stampede parallel GOD WHEN DOES MY SUFFERING END

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE GAY EYESSSSSSS

-yeah i agree this is literally the moment. like fuck. fuck actually. fuck what else is there to say.

-fuck

-like hes so fucking terrified that he was afraid for him, what his journey is causing ww, but even if he wanted ww to stay away and safe he knows ww would say fuck off, but also vash would not be able to take it

-THERES SO MUCH FEAR AND LOVE IN THOSE EYES IM GONNA BITE MY HAND

-OH I CANT ACTUALLY WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH WTF

-im so fucking upset cuz the last 3 chapters were basically fights. they were full of energy and shit but now that is over and they are in a rare moment of peace, and everything fucking hits.

-im gonna go outside and step into oncoming traffic

-YES LUIDA MY QUEEN SHUT HIM UP

-WOLFWOOD :D pls never leave me

-i....*implodes*

-i am nothing. i just remembered that.

-OH CMONNNNNN

chap 7

-maybe i dont want to read trimax anymore. maybe a little person like me isn't strong enough for a 2nd round of the pain. with that in mind, lets keep reading :D

-WHERES THE NIGHTOW PUNCHING BAG WHEN YOU NEED IT

-wolfwood what he is it doesnt matter i swear pls cant you just love him?

-:c

-i dont like vash being emotionally attached to stuff cuz that means i have to yell HES LIKE ME FR FR

-oh that....that beautiful panel...amazing

-i think my mind blocked this out because of the previous sad things that happened, so now my brain is allowing me to process more sad things :3

-"i still have so much i must do" and i see i still have many tears to cry out huh?

-ofc wolfwood would ask about redemption

-cant my man show an important part of his past and show vulnerability in front of his friends in peace? damn

-im gonna start bitting my glasses

-GAY MOMENT PART 2 INCOMING

-luida pls i want to stop crying

-oh wolfwood honey....you just fell so hard for my man didnt ya

-i just realized the chapter is called "life as a" and I THINK the idea is to complete it with "life as a 'vash the stampede'" cuz he's not human

OK GREAT NOW I CAN RUN TO THE WASHROOM AND FUCKING CRY :D

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #nightow sir #i will meet you and i will end you #and then buy you coffee

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itachi-with-a-chicken · 9 months

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You know what would be absolutely hilarious? If season 1 was narrated by God themselves because it was Jeesus bedtime story

Like imagine putting to bed your prole telling them about the world the are going to judge at some point and telling them about angels falling in love, of witches, of children winning against the greatest evils created by humanity and how Heaven and Hell are not as straightforward as they'll want them to believe

Season three could open with a reference to Princess Bride and Jeesus saying "oh come on it cannot end like that! They are in love with each other? What will they do??"

And God is gonna to explain that for all the great in the world sometimes people are just incapable of talking to each others and now you have to teach them a lesson, my dear gender not confirmed prole

#good omens #good omens 2 #spoiler good omens #god #jeesus #Princess bride #Crowley #Aziraphale #it's a love story

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r7iverett · 10 months

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The Traumatized Cup stuff idk

well uhhhh

I don’t have a wattpad account, but I can still access wattpad, soooo

I read the chapter and

HOLY CRAP

Anything in green is my response to the text :3

(SERIOUS TW: SERIOUS SPOILERS, SWEARING (from me) AND DEATH / SUICIDE.)

Poor dude :(

What are ya lookin at /genq

He’s staring off into space and he’s not responding. What is happening-

I feel so bad rn :(((

BIN STOP SCREAMING IN PAIN PLEASE 😭

O H

O H G O D —

HAZEL WALKED IN AT THE WRONG TIME

One, what the fuck do you mean “business,”

Two, I feel bad for Hazel rn :(

Yeah uh, buddy, you didn’t have to be so serious there

Oh wow, it isn’t working in a needed circumstance. Lovely.

T u b e .

Help what is this substance /genq

THE LAB IS SOUNDPROOF?? OKAY THIS DESERVES TO GO ON R/POORDESIGN BECAUSE LIKE…WHAT IF SOMEONE IN THE LAB GETS SO INJURED THEY CAN’T MOVE WITHOUT ASSISTANCE, BUT NO ONE IS IN THE LAB, SO NO ONE CAN HEAR THEM???

no offense to the writer of this it’s just……….soundproof lab = big nono

I was so confused when I was first reading this, I legit didn’t know what they meant by “do it, it might only hurt a little” /srs

JEESUS CHRIST AND CRACKERS

DUDE STOP HURTING YOURSELF PLEASE- 😭

Oh my god dude how are you even functioning rn

DUDE YOU’RE GONNA KILL YOURSELF FROM BLOOD LOSS, STOP IGNORING THE VOICES

— Me, when I was reading this for the first time, unaware of the future events that are rapidly approaching

WDYFM “NOT ENOUGH”???

— Still me, first reading this

(Kind of a skip I guess)

If you don’t want the voices then stop thinking /hj

But in all seriousness this is when I caught up on Bin’s uh

action

That he was gonna preform in a moment :’)

NONONONONOONO WAIT BIN NO STOP— YOU CAN LIVE DUDE, PLEASE—

— Me, first reading this, realizing what Bin was about to do

I legit started to sob here /srs

GUDHKJCHDJSIIDYFHFNICKFJF

W H Y

I know this isn’t the time but like

A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED!!!!

HARP, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE BLUSHING

BIN’S FUCKING DEAD 😭😭😭😭

AAAAND THAT’S THE END OF THIS GOD FORSAKEN CHAPTER :’)

I sobbed a river during this.

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GREAT JOB TO ANY WRITERS OF TTC, ESPECIALLY MOCHABLOGGER, AS THEY CREATED TTC!!

god this chapter was a ride of emotions

#random post / crappost #osc #the traumatized cup #not art #TW: DEATH / SUICIDE #TW: SPOILERS #TW: SWEARING #(From me at least)

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scarlettjade420 · 26 days

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Part 6 of my story

sorry i haven't updated in a while, this one will be short because i haven't worked a lot on this recently. as always if you haven't seen part 5 you can find it here ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Not if you live with the problem” I reply with a snort as I open my first energy drink.

“Ah” they say back in understanding.

A few hours have past, I've already finished my first drink, we have gotten a total of 16 people passing by to yell slurs and profanities at us, and have raised a total of $10 for our so-called “freakish hellspawn school”. As the time drags on, lux is now entertaining both of us with bad jokes. Eventually I had to join in on it, too. “What did the horse say after it tripped? Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t giddyup!”

I sigh in response, shaking my head at their laughter. “What do you call a well balanced horse?” they say through laughter. “Oh no..don’t you do it-” I start before I am interrupted. “STABLE” they exclaim as they explode with laughter while i giggle and shake my head. “Oh my god it’s so stupid” I say through laughs under my breath. “It still passes with a..stable grade” they say in response. “Jeesus crist, NO” I cried through my quiet laughter. A bit later, we were still making bad jokes, and I was on my second can of energy drink.

“What do you call an angry carrot?” “A steamed veggie, my older brother makes that joke every time my mom makes steamed veggies” I start. “What would bears be with out bees” i continue. Lux pauses as if tried to think about the question.

“Ears” i finalize. They give me a sigh now and shake their head, still giggling however as I laugh a bit. Four and a half hours in, Now we have raised $13 and 18 people donating slurs to us. we even got to watch a show of someone coming in and screaming slurs and stuff about how we are “godless demons with fancy hands” and how we all are going to grow to become terrorists. He got escorted off the property, but he certainly was a show while he got escorted away. i’m on can 4, and we are still making bad jokes. “How do you make an egg-roll? Just push it.” I sigh at the joke. This continued until we hurt from laughing and had run out of jokes. At about 6 hours and 6 cans later, we have had 26 haters, and raised $16. Lux had to leave until tomorrow and i’m still here for another 5 hours. Lux’s spot has been replaced by some basic frat boy who thinks he is all that. “So uh, you know any cute girls number” he starts. here we go. “No.” “What about their names?” “No” “Any cute girls?” “No, and if i did i wouldn’t tell you about them so that they don’t blame me when they have to deal with your gross creepiness.” In reality I do know and are friends with multiple girls who are very pretty, but I would never subject them to this guy. Even i am uncomfortable from this conversation, I'm not even a girl. He scoffs a little before he asks new questions. Great. “What about any parties? you know of any fun parties this weekend?” “I don’t go to parties, and if you weren't invited to a party, there is probably a reason.” “You don’t know that, my invite could have gotten lost in the mail.” “No one sends invites by mail.” he scoffs again in response and turns around, basically pouting for the rest of the hour. I spend my time by texting a few friends. douche canoe leaves, finally, after pouting for a full hour. 7 hours and 6 energy drinks into my shift, we have had 27 haters, and raised $20 total.

3 hours later, I'm opening my final can of sweet caffeination, before I have to go on my way to find the staff running this fundraiser to ask for the overnight shift. Normally only the seniors or adults can do night shifts, but occasionally they allow underclassmen to volunteer for a night shift.

#art #artists on tumblr #art tag #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr #writer #writer community #writerscommunity #creative writing

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