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[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 3

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +4.7K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, no smut (alluding to sexual situations), heavily dialogue-centered, use of Daddy, Mama, and other pet names (lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), fluff, angst, SA (touching, grabbing), mentions of dv & abuse, anxiety, trauma, physical fighting

A/N: I literally haven't written in years. I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

Big Mama Pt. 1 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 2 => 🦋

“Girl, what the fuck do you mean you haven't called this man back?” my best friend Monica snapped at me. “I just needed to let one off. I was horny and tired of going on pointless ass dates,” I said groaning back at her.

We were walking into a party her on-again-off-again boyfriend, Jordan, was hosting. There were cars everywhere, and people littered the front lawn of the small house. The music was blasting from the backyard, and the noise consumed the quaint neighborhood.

A cloud of smoke spilled from the rear of the house and engulfed the porch and lawn like a dense fog. The combined thickness of the smoke from the barbecue grill and the heat from the ocean of bodies added to the intensity of the sweltering Southern heat. I was beginning to regret my decision to wear all black.

“You need yo’ ass beat. How the fuck do you let a man dick you down like that and let him get away?” Monica asked cutting across the lawn to enter through the side gate. “I just didn't want anything else,” I said shrugging my shoulders and following her closely. She opened the gate so that we could both walk in. “Look, Monnie. I’m not ready to even entertain a man and his bullshit,” I continued as I closed the gate behind us. “You could have at least kept him as a fuck buddy, ‘Vana, like seriously. Come on. Here we are living in a world where women die never even coming close to experiencing what you did, and you just let him disappear. Are you fuckin' crazy, girl?” she turned to grab my hand.

Monica was trying her hardest to pull us through the swarm of people. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind me. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Over by the gate. Jordan's waitin’ with his friends,” she said. I used one of my hands to hold her body flush with mine while the other gently pushed people out of the way.

Once we made it to the other side of the backyard, Monnie spotted Jordan. She pulled herself from my grasp and went to talk to him. He looked down at her and smirked. He was crossfaded. I knew what this meant for me. I would have to hear them go at it like animals all night or get a hotel room. Now, I will NEVER be jealous of my girl getting hers. Don't get me wrong. It's just that Monnie sounds like a “palm-colored🖐🏻” pornstar when she moans, and I only watch Ebony for a reason.

“Ah, shit,” I said palming my face. “What?” Monnie asked with her eyes still locked on Jordan. “I know what that face means. Jordan finna turn you every which way but loose!” I laughed out loud. Monnie looked at me and burst into laughter. Jordan pulled his cup to his lips and peeked over the rim at me. “As long as Monnie baby knows,” he said peering back at her. “Oouu, shit. Don't start with me, J!” Monnie said pulling him by his collar. They were chest to chest now.

“Just go in the damn house already!” I said laughing at the two of them. They were like two feral dogs in heat. They couldn't look at each other without lust taking over. This is an everyday thing for them. “Fuck it. Bye. See ya’!” Monnie said grabbing Jordan and pulling him towards the house.

“Nasty dogs,” I said laughing to myself. I stood with my back to the fence and began scanning the party. I couldn't find anyone I knew. I saw a guy who looked slightly familiar, and I assumed he was one of Jordan's friends. I looked him over trying to see if that was the connection. He was standing in a smaller crowd of men.

His head turned slowly, and his eyes caught mine. They were deep-set and a warm dark brown. He turned his body to face me. He was tall and dark-skinned. This man's skin was ebony in every facet of the word — smooth and shiny. He bit his lip and winked at me while running his hands across his low-cut Caesar.

I smiled back at him and waved shyly. He nodded back towards me. He leaned in closer to the group of men saying something that caused them to turn around. I instantly became a little uncomfortable and self-conscious. I hated male attention when they were in groups. It made me feel objectified.

He began to walk towards me with a slow and deliberate gait. His stride was graceful yet steady. His large frame cast a large imposing shadow across the ground. His lean upper body was struggling to hide beneath the thin fabric of his white T-shirt. He appears to be at least 6 feet tall. I've never had a type, but this man was doing something to me.

I pushed my back from the tall wooden fence. “How you doin’?” he said leaning over me. His hands were in his pockets. He pulled his hands out slowly and grabbed mine. “Fine, and you?” I asked looking up at him. “Better,” he said licking his lips. They were plump and pink. My eyes followed the movement of his tongue across his lips. “That's cute, love. I kinda feel like I know you from somewhere,” I said looking away from him. “Nah, I'd remember you fa’ sure,” he said smiling.

He leaned in closer to my ear. His breath was warm against my skin. “You right about that,” I said cocking my head to the side. He leaned up to look me directly in the eyes. “You a cocky sumthin’, ain't you?” he said laughing. “I like that shit,” he continued while smiling at me. “Cocky? Me?! Never, baby. I'm just a professional shit-talker. That's all,” I said laughing into his chest. “A professional shit talker? So, you enjoy talking shit, huh? What comes with that?” he asked shifting his weight to gently push me back against the fence.

I paused for a second. I pulled my bottom lip in, biting it lightly. “Fuck around and find out,” I said barely above a whisper. I made sure I was looking him directly in his eyes before I spoke. “Oouu, you… Lord, woman!” he laughed out loud. “See. I already got you calling for the Lord, and I ain't even touched you yet,” I giggled into my hand. He used his hand to play with the frizzy hair at the nape of my neck. I chose to wear my hair in a wash-and-go, but it was being destroyed by the humidity.

“So, what would happen if you touched me?” he asked tracing small circles on my scalp. “It depends. You wanna hear God, or do you wanna see him? I can do both if I like you,” I said placing my hand on his bicep. “Damn! That's how you comin’?” he asked grunting. “And I thought I was doing sumthin' with the stars and the moon,” he said placing his hand on my hip. “Maybe you just need a little encouragement,” I said rubbing up and down his arm. “Hmm, encouragement?” he questioned while raising a single eyebrow. “You know… just a little talking to get you through it,” I said resting my hand on his shoulder.

“Talk me through it then,” he replied as he gestured for me to continue. His hands were now on both sides of my hips. “We're in public. You sure you can handle that,” he said tilting his head again. I leaned in as close as I could. “Before I continue, do you like Big Daddy or Good Boy? I need to know for my pleasure,” I asked snaking my hand to the side of his neck. I used my thumb to stroke his jawline. “What's the difference?” he asked. “Well, if I'm taking care of business, you're a good boy. However, if you're taking care of business, it's Big Daddy. Understand?” I asked gripping the side of his neck firmly. “Mmmm… shit. I think I do,” he grumbled dropping his head. “No, baby. It's either you do, or you don't. I don't like indecisiveness,” I said angling his head back up so that his eyes met mine.

“What's your name, mama?” he asked. “Havana, but you can call me “Big Mama”,” I said snickering into my hand. “I’m Xavier, so you're Big Mama, huh?” he asked sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. His eyes were narrowing in on my lips. “That's only if you're nasty,” I laughed again. “Hmm… How nasty we talking?” he asked snaking his hands around my hips. “How nasty can you get, love?” I asked locking in.

He looked up at me like he was stunned by that question. “Ok. I don't usually repeat myself, but…” I said while moving gently from his grasp. “I'll be as nasty as you need me to be. How nasty can you get?” he asked. “Well, love. It depends on your performance. Energy is matched around here,” I said watching his eyes linger on me again.

*15 minutes later

Xavier and I had been talking the entire time. He seemed like a decent guy, but I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. I honestly feel like with Terry it was a “right place, right time” situation. That's never been my forte. I was usually much more careful and selective when it came to choosing sexual partners. We both share our STD status and the current number of active sexual partners. Moreover, the condom situation was even more of a fuck up for me. I normally supply them myself, so that men can't say shit about not having one. So, when I dropped the ball as badly as I did with Terry, it shook me a little. How could I have been that fucking careless?

“Uh oh, don't let her get you in trouble,” Jordan said while approaching. “Nigga, I'm not worried about that. My shit straight. What that got to do with anything?” Xavier said turning to dap up Jordan. “Where's Monnie?” I asked Jordan. “Inside. She’ll be out in a minute,” he said giggling and shrugging his shoulders. “Ok,” I said looking back at Xavier because his response to J sounded like a red flag. What was he not worried about? What shit was “straight”? Then, why did Jordan shrug like he was saying “whatever”? Was this man hiding something?

I pulled out my phone and texted Monnie. I asked her if she knew anything about Xavier. She asked why immediately. I texted her and told her we had been outside talking this whole time. The text she sent said it all.

Monnie: RUN BITCH! GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!

I immediately thought of a lie I could quickly tell Xavier. I needed to get to Monnie now! “Shit, Monnie needs me!” I said placing my phone back into my purse. “You good?” he asked leaning in and grabbing my chin so that I could face him. “Yeah, baby. Mama's fine. Be safe alright?!” I said loudly as I walked away. “What about your number?” he called out after me. “If we see each other again, I say it was meant to be,” I said winking at him.

I quickly pushed my way towards the rear entrance of the house. The sliding glass door was slightly ajar so that people could go in and out. I entered the door and was met with a cloud of weed smoke. Fuck, I hated that smell. I walked through the house and searched for Monnie. I sent her a text asking where she was.

Monnie: upstairs bedroom

I walked through the crowded living room and crossed the space to get the stairs. I was at the bottom when I felt hands grab my waist from behind. “Where you going, fine ass?” said a man's voice from behind me. “Please, don't do that,” I said removing his hands. I continued up the stairs without looking back. “Fat bitch!” he yelled at me from below. I turned around to see who was speaking. All I could say was, “Ugh!”

I turned back around to continue up the stairs. I located the door to the room where Monnie should be. I lightly knocked on the door before entering. “Fuck are you knocking for? Bring yo’ ass in here!” Monnie yelled through the door. “First of all, fuck you. Now, spill it. Tea time, hoe!” I said laughing as I entered the room.

Monnie was sitting on the bed waiting. I closed the door and locked it. I sat on the bed beside her. I turned my body so that I was facing her. “Girl, he ain't shit. Please, tell me you didn't give him your number?” she asked shaking her head. “Fuck no! Why?” I asked removing my crossbody and placing it on the bed beside me. “Well, for starters, this nigga has a basketball team of kids. He has 4 baby mamas, and there may be a fifth!” Monnie said chuckling. “Damn, 4 baby mamas, and how many kids?” I asked leaning over to rest my head on my palms under my chin. “I think 8. We don't know a for sure number,” she said casually. “The fuck do you mean by that. Do y'all not know a for sure number, or does he not know a for sure number?” I asked eagerly. “He doesn't know himself. He be fuckin' anything that let him. That's why his ass was burnin’ last month,” Monnie said laughing and slapping my shoulder.

That's when it hit me. If I had met Xavier last month instead of Terry, I would be burnin', too. “Burnin' from what?” I asked Monnie. I was serious now. “I think Chlamydia and Gonorrhea. He apparently got it from one of his baby mamas. The only reason we found out is because he gave it to his “situation”, and she came to his house while we were there and cussed his ass out. Girl! She let him have it,” Monnie said hollering at this point. “That's so foul, bro. We were literally outside talking hot shit and getting spicy—,” I said. “Oh, he hot shit alright?” she laughed.

*2 hours later

I had left the party around midnight. As I was driving home, I remembered I needed eggs and almond milk for tomorrow. I knew there was only one store still open this late at night. I honestly didn't feel like getting out again, so I decided against it.

As I was driving, I started to see construction signs. They all read different things— “detour ahead”, “road work ahead”, and “road closed to thru traffic”. The detour sign pointed to the right. That would throw off my entire drive because that meant I couldn't use the nearest entrance to get on the highway with the next one being miles out.

I grew annoyed but turned anyway. What choice did I have? The road was dark and empty. It was way too late at night to be forced to take detours. I was growing uncomfortable with the fact that there were no streetlights, and the road narrowed towards the end before a sharp blind curve. People weren't as careful coming around. Most hugged the middle taking up both lanes in the process.

As I approached, I slowed down almost to a stop. I slowly rolled through the corner hugging my side of the bend. Once I could see straight ahead, I noticed a truck on the side of the road. The hazards were on, but I didn't see anyone inside. As I got closer, my headlights beamed against the outline of a figure at the side of the truck near the rear tire. I could tell it was a man by the way his physique looked leaning against the truck's bed.

Getting closer, I began to watch him out of curiosity. His body leaned up, and he seemed to be turning around to look in my direction. He used his hand to shield his eyes from the glare of my headlights. That's when I saw it. The tattoo on the forearm looked like—— Terry's.

No, it couldn't be. There's no way a random detour put us in the same place at the same time again. The first time we met I wasn’t supposed to be at the store that day. I accidentally dropped all of the eggs I had and cracked them. I had a cake order to make, so I didn't have a choice but to go get more. Now, this.

I rolled down the passenger side window a little as I got closer. I cleared my throat while laughing to myself. I slowed to a stop as I got to the rear of the truck. He walked towards the car, but he didn't approach fully. “Need a ride, handsome. Don't want you out here stranded,” I said in the most country accent I could. The voice I used gave off backwoods barbie. “Nah, I'm good. Go on home,” he said trying to look through the crack of the window.

I could tell that the absence of streetlights and dark tints were working against him. He squinted a little more. “Oh, come on. I can't leave you out here with all these critters and weirdos. Might take advantage of ya’, hun,” I said trying not to laugh. “Your ol’ man let you pick up strangers this late at night?” he asked. I could sense he was becoming inquisitive. He was searching for any possible signs of this being a setup.

I rolled down the window all the way while hollering with laughter. “Who said we're strangers?” I asked him. His face displayed annoyance and relief. I saw his shoulders drop and his stance loosen. He approached the car fully leaning into the window. “Real funny,” he said smirking. “You looked scared for a second. I'm sorry. I realized it was you as I was coming up,” I replied with a smile.

“What you doin’ out so late, Mama?” he asked tilting his head. I scoffed and waited. He looked at me with a cold stare. He was waiting for an answer. I shrugged my shoulders casually. “Party with some friends,” I said hoping that he would stop staring at me so intensely. “Party, huh? I thought you didn't like parties,” he muttered under his breath. “I heard you, asshole. Yeah, a party. That's what I said, ain't it?” I said gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Watch that mouth,” he grunted lowly. His voice vibrated across the small space of the car. “Or what?” I asked looking over at him.

He stood up and pushed away from the car. He crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his body weight to one side. “I would say I'd put somethin’ in it, but me and you both know you'd like that, ‘Vana. Wouldn't you?” he shot back.

Touché, Terry. Touché.

“Coming or not?” I asked and gestured towards the passenger seat. He shook his head yes and walked towards the driver's side of his truck. He opened the door and grabbed his keys and a backpack. He walked back to my car to get into the passenger side. He opened the backseat first to place his backpack in. I could see the confidence in his step.

My eyes started to wander a bit. He was dressed in a gray T-shirt and dark-wash blue jeans. Slightly wet from sweat, his shirt clung to the muscles underneath. Every detail is etched into my memory. The deep cut of his abs. The veins in his biceps that popped out when he made even the slightest movements. The slight jiggle in his pecs.

Not this again. Get it together, Havana.

I turned to look away as he entered the car. Closing the door, he sank into the seat and sighed. “I’ve been out there for a while. Was about to walk back towards Miller to get closer to my place,” he said. I could feel his eyes on me. “Where were you going?” I asked eyes locked forward. “Randall's,” he said leaning over so that his arm was overtaking the center console. “Really?!” I asked loudly. “You'll live. Where you want me to put my hands? In my lap?” he asked his voice surging through the small space. “Or would you rather I put them in yours?” he chuckled. “Whatever!” I said pushing his chest and rolling my eyes. I put the car into gear and began to drive.

“Do you mind if I stop at Dixie? I needed to pick up some stuff for tomorrow,” I asked looking at him. “Nah. I mean it is where we first met,” he said smiling back at me. I rolled my eyes and continued to drive.

*15 minutes later

We walked through the store side-by-side. He was right on my ass. This man had no regard for personal space. “Do you have to be so close?” I asked pushing him away. “Oh, now you got a problem with it?!” he laughed throwing his head back. “Fuck you, Terry,” I said in a whisper low enough for only him to hear. “You sure you want that? You sure you can take it this time?” he questioned while getting closer to me. “You got jokes, huh? Remember this, sir. You may beat me when I'm on my back, but I can make you cry when I'm on my knees,” I said turning away from him. I heard him grunt and scoff. I peeked over my shoulder to see him smiling at me.

He walked away in the opposite direction. That was fine with me. I needed a small breather. Everything about Terry had me on edge, and the flashbacks from that night weren't helping.

I walked to the rear of the store where the dairy and produce were. I walked towards the coolers that contained the eggs. I picked up an 18-count for now and checked the crate for broken eggs. Finding none, I placed the eggs securely under my arm. I moved to the fridges right beside them to look for almond milk— unsweetened and vanilla. They were out. I moved to the next fridge and spotted regular unsweetened almond milk. Fine, that would have to do.

I opened the door to the fridge. A cold, crisp air whipped across my face. The milk rested on the bottom shelf. I leaned over to get it. As soon as I reached for the milk, I felt hands on my hips. “Hands off, Terry,” I said through gritted teeth. “Who's Terry?” asked a familiar voice. “Xavier!” I yelled almost dropping the eggs.

I whipped around and removed his hands from my hips. “Here we are again. You remember what you said? I think you owe me somethin’,” he said moving closer to me. “That was before I knew you lied to me,” I said pushing him back gently. I wanted to be assertive but not piss him off. As he got closer again, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was much stronger than it was before.

“The fuck did Monnie stupid ass tell you?” he yelled smacking his lips. “Look. She didn't say anything, love. Just…,” I said trying to push him away from me. His hands came up to my hips again. He gripped the tighter than the first time. “Hey, let me go!” I yelled. “Oh, come on. You one teasin’ ass bitch,” he yelled again slapping the eggs from under my arms. They hit the ground with a thud. The crate cracked open and egg yolks shot up all over the bottom of my skirt and all over my feet.

I tried to move again and sidestep away from his grasp but to no avail. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me back towards him. My body collided with his. He grabbed my arms and slammed me up against the cold glass of the fridge. My body bounced off from the impact.

His hand reached up as if he were going to hit me. I flinched in fear and closed my eyes. It's as if I stopped breathing while waiting for the hit to land. It never did. I opened my eyes to see Terry grabbing Xavier by his collar. They were close in height but Xavier appeared slightly bigger.

Terry pushed Xavier away from me. Terry threw the first punch immediately after. His hand collided precisely with Xavier's jaw. X’s head snapped sideways and his body flew backward. Terry watched him as he stumbled. “Don't you ever touch her again!” Terry growled closing in on Xavier as if he was going to hit him again. Xavier cowered and retreated without a word.

Terry turns back to look at me. His scowl sent shivers down my spine. “I didn't…,” I said struggling to breathe. “Hey, you okay? Mama, look at me!” Terry said grabbing the sides of my face. He angled my head so that I was looking up at him. I was trying not to cry, but I couldn't hold back the tears. “I'm sorry I froze,” I said gasping for air. “Ay, c’mere. Don't do that? Havana, breathe!” he said pulling me into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me hugging me tightly. I wasn't aware of anything around me at the moment.

My thoughts were all over the place. My mind was racing, and I couldn't form a complete thought. “Let’s go,” Terry said holding my hand. He placed the other on my lower back and guided me out of the store. “Keys,” he said into my ear while leaning over me from behind. “Huh?” I said being pulled from my daze. “I need your keys, baby girl,” he said placing his hands on my shoulder.

I reached into my purse and handed Terry my keys. “I know it's late, but I don't want you driving home like this. Do you feel comfortable going with me until you feel better?” Terry said walking around me so that he was now looking down at me. He placed his hands gently on the side of my face again. “’Vana, baby. Listen. You gotta answer me, mama. I need somethin' here,” he asked stroking my cheeks. I nodded as I began to cry again.

He placed his hand on my lower back and guided me to the passenger side door. He opened the door for me to get in. I slid past Terry and sat down in the seat.

The memories I had tried to forget came flooding back — my ex. I spaced out for a second. Terry opened the door and climbed in. He adjusted the seat to fit more comfortably to his height. He leaned over one final time and kissed my forehead. “Just promise me that you're okay?” he asked softly. “Yeah, I'm… I'm okay,” I said sniffling.

*20 minutes later

I stood in Terry's bathroom waiting for the shower to warm up. I was leaned back against the sink while fighting to remain consciously present. I hated it when things triggered me and brought me back to that place. I had worked so hard to never deal with this again. All those years of therapy, and for what? How could what this man did still take such a toll on me? Tonight, I felt like I regressed tremendously.

I stood up and walked to the glass shower door. I slid it open and reached in to feel the water. It was more than ready. I just wanted to get in and wash away all of tonight—all of the egg yolks, all of the fear, all of the anxiety, all of it.

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hii edge! is it possible if i request an arlecchino/reader with beauty & the beast au :0? thank you so much in advance aaaaaa i love your writing so much it always makes my day^^

To Break a Curse

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N - Hi anon! Of course, here's going to be my reminder that if you request from me again as an anon, give yourself a name/emoji :). So I technically have already made a beauty and beast au (here is the link), but I suppose I could just rewrite the concept. The original au did differ a lot from the ‘disney’ version so for this one, so for this one, I will actually try to align this more with the disney version. Slightly dark because I'm not going to have talking kettles and candlesticks in here. Will be assuming gn! reader for this. Also I'm glad that you enjoy my works and bit sorry for the delay ^^ I am so sorry the ending is shitty at the end I am deadass about to fall asleep, I was this close 🤏 to falling asleep. I was typing with my eyes close lol. It's like 3:30AM for me so I'm gonna hit the hay. Maybe I should stop writing these at 12AM lol.  Content warnings / info - mean arle at the start, semi-graphic violence, prolly forgetting something but I'm tired, 2.7k words 

You've heard of the rumored forsaken prince, everyone in your village has. People rarely mention her by name, opting to call the cursed prince ‘the Beast,’ based on her animal-like claws and her temperament–just as vicious as a feral beast. The castle which she alone resides in sits on the outskirts of the forest next to your village. Every villager warns you to never trespass into the Beast's territory, unless you wished to never return. However, you've never believed in the existence of the Beast and her castle--after all, you've gone to the forests numerous times and have never encountered her. Perhaps this was just a way to scare off children from getting lost. 

Today, you learned how wrong you were. Venturing into the forest to forage for your dinner, you had accidentally delved too deep into the forest, now lost. Night approached soon as you searched for an escape or a shelter, but your search was unsuccessful.

Trudging through the forest, you heave for breath, your feet aching from traversing the rough terrain of the forest, not helped by the uncomfortable shoes you chose to wear. You thought that the foraging wouldn't take long but you found a large patch of mushrooms that led you deeper into the forest than you intended. You gaze up at the sky, it being pitch black with only the moonlight and the stars guiding you through. 

The shadows produced by the trees unnerve you, your imagination and paranoia warping them into abstract monsters stalking you. You know that there is nothing in the forest that can hurt you, unless the rare bear, but the knowledge didn't soothe you any more. You feel something hit your forehead–something light and small… and wet. It takes a couple more droplets before you realize it’s now downpouring. You bite your lip out of frustration, wrapping your arms around yourself to store as much body heat to yourself. Your footsteps speed up and you look more frantically, until you see something imposing in the distance. It's hard to make out in the fog, but it seems like the outline of some sort of building. 

You run towards it, only to be faced with a wall. You follow along it until you reach a gate, and behind the gate, you can vaguely make out a structure larger and more obscene than anything you've ever seen before; it looks nothing like the village establishments. If anything, it dwarfs your entire village as a whole, likely massive enough to fit your village inside based on the height alone. At least this would provide you shelter from the rain and cold, is the only consideration you make before pushing open the gates and rushing down the stone path. 

You nearly trip over the stone passage and as you arrive at the entrance, you soon realize it’s a castle. Its uncanny shape now makes some sense, but from then on lack of light through the windows, it seems like no one lives here. You press on, entering the castle. You’re thankful you're no longer being pelted by the rain and then you're immediately struck with awe from the decor and grandiose of the interior. Although the castle is unlit, you're still able to make out some details of the room you enter. Admiring the spiral staircase and the magnificent pillars, a thought strikes you. Why does no one inhabit the castle? 

Abruptly, there is the sound of something shuffling and it makes your marveling halt. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach and fear clenches onto you tightly as the incessant terror of not being as alone as you though plagues you. Spinning around, you search for the origins of the sound only to scare yourself when you accidentally kick against a piece of furniture. You yelp out, before silencing yourself when you cognize it was nothing. 

And then a thud. And another, coming from behind you. Paralysis enraptures your body and before you have the time to breathe, a heavy weight crashes into you, making you tumble into the ground. You let out a scream, turning around to view what just struck you, and two glowing red orbs stare back at you. You gasp wildly, trying to scramble away when your throat is suddenly tightened and you're forced against the ground. It feels like claws are just barely brushing against your neck, threatening to puncture into you if you so much as breathe. A whimper escapes you and a whispered plea escapes you as you lock your eyes on the pair of red. 

“P-please…” 

A deep, resounding voice responds to you, causing shivers down your body. “What are you doing in my home?”

Tears well in your eyes and you try your best to speak as clearly as possible. “I-I'm sorry. I didn't k-know! I'll go, p-please let me go!” You beg, your hands raise to pry off the hand over your throat but a feral growl stops you. 

“Do you know whose home you intruded into?” 

You shake your head. The grip around your neck intensifies for a few moments.

“Speak.”

“N-no…” 

“This is my castle, Prince Arlecchino's. Though, the villagers like to call me something else… what was it, ‘the Beast?’”

You suck in an audible breath as your eyes grow wide. This is the Beast? The Beast is real? Then are the rumors of people disappearing in the castle true as well? What will happen to you? Your mind goes into a frenzy, with all the wonderings of what the Beast would do to you.

“P-please don't kill m-me…”

“Kill you? No,” the Beast answers coldly. The hold on your throat slackens and the Beast’s hand slips away. “I won't kill you. But you've trespassed my home. And for that, you will remain here, for the rest of your life.” 

“W-what? B-but,” you breath is caught when you feel a tug on your arm pulling you up to your feet, the same claws that pressed against your neck digs shallowly into your arm, making you wince. 

“This is your punishment,” the Beast says, its red pupils glaring down at you coldly. You gulp, but accept your fate. The Beast could easily kill you with one swipe of her hand. 

“Follow,” it instructs, and you do, trailing behind the Beast as it navigates the dark surroundings effortlessly, a testament to how long it's been here. You trip over another piece of furniture, making you stumble onto the ground. 

“I'm sorry–” you stammer out an apology immediately.

“Be quiet,” gruffed the Beast. You scramble to get up but feel yourself hoisted up, by the Beast presumably. You yelp from the sudden position, now carried in a bridal style–its hold is surprisingly gentle and its claws don't prick you.

“Where are you taking me?” You inquire, clutching onto the Beast’s shoulder–which for some reason shocks you that it’s firm just like any other human, although you know that the Beast is a human–when it goes up the staircase. 

“A guest chamber.”

“A guest chamber?” 

“Would you prefer the dungeon?”

“No… thank you… Prince Arlecchino.”

The Beast pauses its movements, halting in place. 

Your thoughts flood with anxiety, wondering if this would trigger a violent reaction from the Beast. “Did I offend you? I’m sorry, I really am.” 

“No. It's just been a long while since someone referred to me from my title.” The Beast continues walking, unaware of how its–her–words shattered your mindset. 

That's right, how could you forget? ‘The Beast’ is still a human, cursed or not. Perhaps Prince Arlecchino deserved being inflicted by a curse, but you could not imagine yourself with the fate instilled on the forsaken prince, nor being singularly called ‘the Beast’ by every waking person. It's dehumanizing and awfully isolating, and it makes you question how long it has been since she's been called that, how long it has been since she has been seen as a human. 

It makes your heart ache. 

You count the flight of stairs that she goes up, and then for the first time, you see orange light coming from one of the rooms at the end of a corridor–an open fire likely. As the Prince walks closer to the room, you're able to make out more details; it's a bedroom, but more apparently, you can finally see her. You tilt your head up, and you expectedly, yet unexpectedly at once, you view a very princely face: pale, flawless skin framed by snow white hair and ebony strands, and sharp jaw. Prince Arlecchino glances down at you, sharp cross-shaped pupils burrowing into you. Her expression seems curious of yours. 

“You do look like a prince…” you think out loud absentmindedly, your face flushing as you realize your verbalization. 

The Prince says nothing, thankfully, and doesn't note your fluster. You look away from her face and glance at her hands. Like you've heard from the villagers, they are black, as if dipped in ink and her nails are red claws. Though what the villagers have yet to mention was the markings on her forearm, which are, admittedly, entrancing. She finally sets you down once she enters her chamber, which is obviously well-lived in. 

Taking a nearby candle holder and a few logs of wood set nearby the hearth the Prince silently exits her room to go into the room next to hers. You follow her into the room, this one obviously not used but still has a lot of furniture. Using the logs and the candlestick, she ignites the hearth and what you assume is going to be your room fills with heat and light. 

“This is your room from now on. Do not ask for me for the rest of the night,” she gruffs, and closes the door behind her. Her footsteps go away towards the direction of her bedroom. 

You blink, reality setting in. You’re still in your wet clothes, but you can't do much but strip and wrap yourself in dry sheets. You do exactly that, before sinking into the bed. It's like how you imagine sinking into a cloud to be–you fall to slumber in the manner of minutes. 

— 

You do not see her until the next morning, when the sun finally peaks out and you're able to see where you walk. Exiting your room, you note that she's not in her chamber, and you wander the castle. A whiff of something metallic combined with a musk catches your attention and you travel down the stairs until you reach the ground floor. You spot a figure crouched over something, and when you near the sight more, you discover the Prince hunched over a deer carcass. A sickening rip makes you cringe as a limb is torn off from the body. 

“P-prince?” You ask hesitantly. The Prince turns, a calm expression over her face. Only a bit of blood smears her lips. 

“Yes?” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Eating. It is also for you.” 

You stew in silence long enough for the Prince to turn back and resume. “Prince Arlecchino, how long have you been surviving like this?” 

“Since I was cursed.” 

Your heart aches again. “It is raw.”

“Indeed.” 

“It cannot be good for you.”

“It is all I have.” 

It is a sad sight. You think that ‘the Beast’ fits her the best here, like a starved animal instead of a human trying to live. 

“Prince Arlecchino, if you allow me, I can improve your eating experience. It would be healthier for you and it would be more appealing to eat.” 

The Prince perks up her head, glancing back at you.

That day, the Prince learns of the wonders of cooked venison. And perhaps, you've never seen a brighter, warmer light than the one that glints in the Prince's at her first taste. 

—

“What is it that you're reading?” 

Arlecchino glances up from her book. “It is a romance novel.”

“I didn't think that you'd be interested in such things, Prince.” 

“You grow curious about things you do not have.” 

You frown and contemplate. It seems like… she's always wanted company. “Prince, may I ask you why you chose to isolate yourself here?”

The Prince remains quiet for several moments before she responds, in a voice uncharacteristically quiet. “The villagers do not accept my appearance.”

“Because of your curse?”

“Yes. They’re afraid of me. Of my eyes, of my hands. Of my strength.” 

“Have you not tried undoing the curse?”

She bitterly laughs. “There is nothing that breaks the curse. It is impossible.”

You narrow your eyes. “There must be something. There's no such thing as an unbreakable curse.”

“You are right. However, the conditions to break this one is… unobtainable.”

“What is it?”

 The Prince's gaze shifts from you to the stack of books that pile by her bedside. You recognize some of the titles from your village library–they were all in the romance category. You never realize until now that the Prince looks at them with a hopeless longing. “To be loved and to love, is what it is in simple terms.”

There is that heartache again. 

You shake your head, trying to any more painful thoughts circling around the Prince. “If you truly gave up on breaking your curse, you would not still be alive, would you?”

“I will not entertain this thought,” is all she says, but you know her answer already. 

You sigh. “Can I at least… read with you?”

The Prince tilts her head and pauses. A clawed hand grasps onto yours, and you're pulled into her lap. The steady heartbeat of Arlecchino's can be felt from the contact. 

— 

It takes several weeks for you to figure that the Prince does not enforce her punishment. You have escaped out of the castle before, if only to find more things to forage. She has seen you exit out of the castle but she does not chase you or force you to return back. Although you’d like to see the village again, you're also not sure if you do want to go back–the castle is quite comfortable and you’ve had enough of petty village squabbles. You wonder why it is that she doesn't stop you, why she was so forceful of it at the beginning. 

You recall the discussion regarding her curse. She had given up on finding a way to break her curse, however, she had always sought out company. Perhaps she had the punishment to force you to stay… to enjoy a company she has been able to for years. Now, Arlecchino has given up on you being a potential cure to her curse. It must be why she's no longer hesitant to let you go.  

But she is wrong. In those weeks you spend with her, you've learned much more about ‘the Beast.’ You've learned that she is kind in a quiet, observant manner. She's hunted for you, lit your fireplace, made your clothes. She cares for nature, appreciates its beauty and intricacy unlike anyone else you know. And she is romantic, some of the village men could not compare to her when she's read so many books. 

One day, a rose is left on your bed, no doubt collected on your bed. 

That night, you approach her room.

“Prince Arlecchino?”

“Yes?”

“The rose… thank you for it.” 

The Prince remains in silence, observing you with adoration in her eyes despite her bone chilling features. “You’re welcome.”

“Roses are often used as a way to confess,” you say. You know that she knows already, given the amount of books she read. “Is this what I think it is?”

Prince Arlecchino nods. Tentatively, she takes your cheek in her hand and cups it, her claws gently brushing over your skin. “Yes. I think I am in love with you.”

A smile forms on your face and you lean in to press your foreheads against one another, creating an intimate air. “I love you too, my dear Prince.” 

The two of you lean against one another, your lips meeting each other and you close your eyes. The Prince places a hand behind your head, pushing you closer. You don't notice that her nails are no longer red, nor are they sharp. She doesn't notice either. 

The ink from her arms wash away, and with that ‘the Beast’ is swept away, stolen away by you. Prince Arlecchino stands in place of the missing ‘Beast.’ 

[lunaoyabun]

I mean, not that there's an obvious answer to the following question, but:

Why does everyone in this fandom hate mahito so much?

I found him rather entertaining in the anime, and he was one of the reasons I kept watching and got obsessed with jjk^^

Could be my inner entp, playing devils advocate again, but I'm so close 🤏🏻 to include him in every future smau & hc I'll write, just to f♡ck people up and make the 3 mahito fans on this planet happy :3

Ps: I hated him as much as everyone after shibuya, don't get me wrong, but he's still funny^^

[dirtandspitoftheworld]

hii!!!!! it was me who sent the ask abt the music videos yesterday!!!! thank u so much for replying, i was this 🤏🏽 close to giving up on using marilyn mansons example in my project 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HI!!! I had fun doing this, I've actually never sat down and watched every single music video until now, there were a few i'd never watched! :)

this is LONG, there's 42 videos, to my knowledge.

TL;DR: There's actually extremely few satanic or occult symbols in any of Marilyn Manson's music videos. In fact, the only thing I saw was a couple inverted crosses in Tourniquet (which aren't even satanic! That's Saint Peter's cross!). Other than that, it's all Christian symbols and imagery. The only other symbol that appears consistently is Manson's own "Celebritarian" cross, which is a symbol of celebrity worship that he often criticizes. (Worth noting: it's an inverted form of the Patriarchal cross)

Comprehensive notes:

Spooky Kids/Portrait Of An American Family Era:

Get Your Gunn: Nothing, aside from Manson's goat head tattoo (left bicep). Anytime I say "nothing" from now on, i'm excluding his tattoos.

Lunchbox: One of the band's T-shirts at this time was a parody of the Salvation Army logo which said "The Satanic Army, and drummer "Sara Lee Lucas" (Frederick Streithorst Jr.) is wearing it.

Dope Hat: Nothing.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This): at 3:10, Manson is wearing a 3-horned headpiece. May or may not mean anything.

Antichrist Superstar Era:

The Beautiful People: Nothing.

Tourniquet: There are a few inverted crosses on the walls, as well as some symbols that I THOUGHT were alchemical symbols, but I can't find them anywhere.

Cryptorchid: Nothing, though the video is reminiscent of the film "Begotten"

The Man That You Fear: Nothing Occult, but there's a clear parallel to the death of Christ, washing of feet, being walked through the desert and killed. The music video heavily references "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson, as well. As a side note, Marilyn Manson is unbearably beautiful in this video.

Antichrist Superstar: I think you asked about this one specifically? Other than snakes and flies, which may possibly be associated with Lucifer and Beelzebub respectively, I don't see anything in the way of satanic or occult symbols.

Apple Of Sodom: Nothing. Medical stuff again.

Long Hard Road Out Of Hell: Christian imagery, both visually and in the lyrics. Manson is shown as both Mary and Jesus. And naked! Again, he's VERY pretty in this video. If this video doesn't trans your gender, nothing will. There's a secret alternate version where he's covered with blood.

Mechanical Animals Era:

The Dope Show: Nothing.

I Don't Like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me): Manson is crucified on a cross made of CRT TVs, and drags it around on his back.

Coma White: Crosses and Christian idols can be seen throughout. He's crucified on a wooden cross this time.

Holy Wood Era:

Disposable Teens: Manson is dressed as a pope for much of the video. There's other Christian imagery. He's also shown rising out of water, which could POSSIBLY be connected to Revelation 13:1 (And I stood upon the sand of the sea. And I saw a beast rising from the sea...) BUT he doesn't have horns, so it could just be a cool image that means nothing.

Fight Song: Nothing.

The Nobodies: He has horns again.

Tainted Love: Nothing.

Golden Age Of Grotesque Era:

mOBSCENE: Nothing.

This Is The New Shit: Nothing.

(s)AINT: Nothing. But there's so much explicit nudity that i'm surprised this video is on youtube. There's pussy eating in this video!!!!!! i maybe saw a sliver of cock too. can't be sure.

Personal Jesus: Manson has bandaged stigmata on his palms, and there's some sexy nuns. This video has one of my favorite makeup looks of all time.

Eat Me, Drink Me Era:

Heart-Shaped Glasses: Nothing.

Putting Holes In Happiness: Nothing.

High End Of Low Era:

Arma-Goddamn-Motherfuckin-Geddon: Nothing.

Born Villain Era:

Overneath The Path Of Misery: Two women have their heads shaved, seemingly in a ritualistic fashion. There's some images of christ on the cross, and a burning cross. Again, a lot of sexual imagery that i'm surprised is allowed on youtube uncensored.

Hey, Cruel World: Nothing.

The Pale Emperor Era:

Deep Six: Nothing.

The Mephistopheles Of Los Angeles: Manson is shown preaching and baptizing people.

Third Day Of A Seven Day Binge: Nothing.

Heaven Upside Down Era:

WE KNOW WHERE YOU FUCKING LIVE: Sexy nuns with guns. The image of the "Celebritarian" cross appears.

SAY10: Nothing. But Johnny Depp is in this one!

KILL4ME: Celebritarian cross. Johnny Depp again!

Tattooed In Reverse: Celebritarian cross.

God's Gonna Cut You Down: Some crosses.

We Are Chaos Era:

WE ARE CHAOS: Nothing.

DON'T CHASE THE DEAD: Nothing.

[Title Pending] Era:

As Sick As The Secrets Within: Nothing.

Raise The Red Flag: Nothing.

[tinywitchgoblin]

🎹 hi could i get a tbb ship request(tbats what its called right)!! preferably sfw.

my name is aki but my nickname is “sticks”(sometimes its a “codename” as a joke.) my hair is kinda vkei-ish?? more of a short jellyfish idk. just search up vkei hair and you’ll get it:) its blonde(more of a yellow-orange though) but the roots are black. most of the clothes i wear are black and i have pretty much a whole chest of accessories and the like. im asian, fairly dark skinned, and very proud.

my therapist used to describe me as slightly autistic but i never got diagnosed. i like to consider myself a mix of intp-t and intj-t, im also a gemini. im usually kinda closed off but online and with my friends i could ramble for HOURS. i was always an overachiever when it came to academics(still am). im 19 and currently in college. i was always interested in programming and science during hs. my friends often say my academic reputation contradicted my style. i used to play the guitar but now i play the piano. i love bands with that cellophaney sound like suede, the smashing pumpkins, radiohead etc. to add to that i also love vkei.

aside from the piano and guitar i also crochet but not much. sometimes i like to program silly games to play w my friends, theyre really simple though. i love dogs. as in i LOVE them. i love them so so much they are my love and life. though i dont really like small dogs theyre a pain in the ass. baby hamsters are scary as shit. i like vampire shows and books theyre soo cool.

anyway thanks

Of course, thanks for participating!

I ship you with...

Crosshair!

You were friends with Tech first (bonding over coding and other academically-inclined topics), which is how you were introduced to Crosshair. He's someone who is very reserved and doesn't trust easily, but since Tech trusted you, that made it a bit easier for Crosshair to trust you, too. He trusts his brother's judgement.

Crosshair loves when you play piano. He secretly wants to ask you to teach him to play, but he's too shy indifferent to ask. However, he will sit and listen to you play, letting himself relax as the notes float through the air. Sometimes, if it's right after a mission or any time tbh, he'll listen to you play and clean his rifle- two things he really enjoys.

Another way the two of you bond is by going to animal shelters and playing with the dogs (the big ones, of course). At one point he was this 🤏 close to bringing home a pittie mix named Ginger, but Hunter said no ("he's such a di'kut, I don't understand why he doesn't like dogs"). Either way, seeing him so carefree and getting to spend some time with him was what mattered the most.

-

Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this, drop it in my ask box. 💚

[octoooo]

Sabibun & Catyuu first meeting. Verrry long oops

Their first meeting wasn’t all that great. Not like it was violent or dangerous for either animal, but Sabibun was not happy about Giyuu’s permanent residence in his house.

Before Giyuu moved in, Sabito was used to constant attention. It was just him and Sakonji in the house, and Makomo loved to come by every now and then. (He likes playing with her, & she lets him on the couch when sakonji doesn’t)

They were first introduced when Makomo visited with a 2 yr old Giyuu. Sabito was in his hutch & Giyuu was placed in front of it. (Sabito found himself in that position almost every time Makomo visited from then on, because she usually brought giyuu with her)

Fast forward to Makomo’s move across the city. Sabito knew his life would change when Makomo visited with Giyuu and left without him.

Sabito spends most days, if not in his room, in his hutch. His free roaming had been (temporarily) limited which he wasn’t happy about. :(

Watching as Giyuu sniffs around the house, which is supposedly their house now if what sakonji said is anything to go by. Sabito tried not to act petty or uptight and spoiled, but having to suddenly share his living space was less than ideal. He didn’t think Giyuu was too bad, he’s quiet and he knows to keep to himself despite his curiosity. But this bun is a lil bitter about these changes.

Sakonji, for about an hour at least once a day, would place Giyuu in front of Sabito’s hutch, so the two could get used to being in the same space.

It took some time (at least one week) before he felt confident enough to let Sabito roam free alongside Giyuu in the same room. He was always nearby and ready to step in should anything go wrong.

Sabito was smart enough to not outright try anything with Giyuu. He knew he’d be sent back to his hutch (and giyuu didn’t deserve any type of attack. I think somewhere in his mind he knows it’s not Giyuu’s fault that things are like this now. But he can’t admit that yet)

So what would Sabibun do? Lmao he would just thump. From a distance they would just stare, when Giyuu starts inching closer Sabito would thump until sakonji took Giyuu away.

(I know rabbits can thump when scared (or as warning) but Sabito wasn’t really scared. He was just kinda annoyed living with giyuu at first and knew Sakonji would take him away if he did thump)

(Sakonji during this time is pretty stressed. He promised Makomo he would care for Giyuu, but if the two animals can’t get along then one of them would have to be removed from the house)

Their first successful chat happens when Sabibun burrows in the backyard (just,,tossing dirt around for fun). From inside the house, Giyuu hops into the window sill facing the backyard & strikes up conversation.

He tried to figure out why Sabito is so frazzled about him being there & the bun gets out his little angry burst. I had dialogue for this in my head but Uhh brain kinda forgot. Just know it was about 1. Missing Makomo & being stuck with giyuu instead of her and 2. His routine being tossed around like a salad. Giyuu thinks about it and tries to reason that it’s not his fault but Sabito has stopped talking to him and focused on his burrowing.

Sabito no longer thumps when giyuu is nearby. He’s not entirely on board yet but he's giving Giyuu a chance. (sakonji silently celebrated that lmao)

Anyway this doesn’t end with romance yet, just passive tolerance (from sabibun) for now.

All of that was roughly the first month and a half of living together.

By the end of the first month or so, Sakonji was 🤏 close to looking for someone else to care for giyuu since the arrangement didn’t seem to be working, and the last thing he wanted was to come home to a brawl between the two. (Or worse)

Thankfully he hadn’t even begun searching yet. He had no idea how he’d break that news to Makomo, so he was going to give them until the end of the second month before putting his foot down and doing something about it.

Lmao imagine his surprise (and huge sigh of relief) when he finds the two getting along one evening

Uhhhfhdjdj also I’m no expert on how to introduce bunnies & cats so do your own research b4 attempting anything like this (this applies to the entire au tbh) the process of their first meeting was stuff I had seen online on how to introduce the two animals

Anyway have angry Sabibun in his hutch:

[let-the-valleys-awake]

I watched Across The Spiderverse yesterday, here are my two(hundred) cents!

This will just be a lot of me gushing about how much I love ATSV, no theories because I’m not smart enough for that 💀

ATSV SPOILERS!!

ATSV SPOILERS!!

Alright, let’s get into it. (These are in no particular order and I prob forgot a lot of stuff)

Am I the only one who thought Hobie was a whole ass adult? Like he looks at least 20 am i crazy? (Keep in mind I have no prior comic knowledge sorry bout that 💀)

THE ANIMATION STYLES!!! Omfg they were so good, like the occasional live action elements, the LEGO UNIVERSE, Hobie’s whole thing, it’s all just so fucking cool!! Especially the comic book textures with like the shading and rough line art it’s all just so fun to look at

I kinda hate Miguel but I gotta be honest he is SUCH A GOOD ANTAGONIST. Like he has good intentions (I think) but goes way overboard due to past memories. He isn’t truly evil, he just projects all of his past mistakes onto Miles. He is just barely in the ‘I don’t like you’ category for me but what he did to Miles was wack so he’s staying there.

If I had to pick a favorite, it would be Spider Punk. I’m just a sucker for cool characterization and ‘mess shit up’ people. His big brother dynamic with Miles is just so fucking fun dude. I also just like listening to his voice, bravo to Daniel Kaluuya, he did a great job. Also I heard that just Hobie’s animation alone took about 2 years to do (could be lies)

Pavitr was 🤏this close to being my favorite. If he got more screen time he defo would’ve been my number one, because HOLY SHIT he is the silliest mfer I’ve ever seen. I love the detail on his suit and when he uses his bangles as like yo-yos. And his banter with the other three was just so cute. Like when he went ‘Another easy win for Spider-Man-‘ and everything fucking explodes, I was cracking up 😭😭

The marketing and like almost non-existent foreshadowing for the Spot being one of the main antagonists was so genius!! Like the trailers painted him as just a random guy Miles fought, because that’s how he saw him! As just another d-list villain!! Also The Spot’s lines are so funny dude, and his voice-acting, like the pinnacle of Average Joe™ but he also shares a VA with Ash from Fantastic Mr Fox soooo

I SAW 20 SECONDS OF SUN SPIDER AND I AM BEGGING FOR MORE she’s so fun

In the scene where Gwen n Miles are sitting together upside down, there’s a shot where they are just tiny in the corner and it’s just the whole cityscape, and it is one of my favorite shots in the whole movie, it was so fucking beautiful. The two are small and upside down to show how ostracized and different they feel from the rest of society. (because they are) But, a minute later, it flips so that the two are sitting right side up while the cityscape is upside down, which symbolizes their bond and how they find solace in each other.

I love how the background fades and melts as Gwen is having the confrontation with her Dad near the end. I can’t remember any specifics because it’s been two days since I saw it, but it was so telling how everything melded together except Gwen and her Father because that’s all Gwen could think about.

I thought the movie was PG but they cursed at least like three times so that’s fun

MILES WITH BRAIDS 😍😍 honestly I can’t tell which style I like more, they both match each version’s demeanor so well.

The way I could immediately tell in earth-42 at the end that something was up with Uncle Aaron. But like, aside from the fact that he was alive 💀. His face was constantly casted in shadow with his eyes highlighted, if I remember correctly I think they were purple tinted as well? These not-so-subtle art choices were so beautifully crafted to give me just the right sense of unease.

I really wished they did more with Jessica Drew. I just feel like she was kind of a blank slate with no truly discerning personality. I did like her internal conflict with following Miguel’s orders and doing what’s right. I really hope she has a larger role in Beyond or I’ll be sad.

The themes of teenage relationships are so fucking powerful in this movie and I think that’s beautiful. Neither Miguel nor Jessica supported Miles, or even Gwen. All of their comfort came from each other. Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles’s bond is so strong because they are all truly there for each other.

I am so disappointed that we didn’t see any Spider Noir. He was one of my faves in the first movie 😭

Hobie + Pavitr has gotta be one of my favorite duos. Especially in Hobie’s debut scene where they’re roughhousing, their dynamic is just so cute. I’ve seen people ship them and I’m not against it, I just can’t see Hobie as anything more than a big brother tbh

That’s all that comes to mind right now, hope you enjoyed my word vomit. I have so much more stuff to say but that will need a rewatch, I’m gonna go to bed

[weebtwig]

GTO Review

Great Teacher Onizuka is a beloved and iconic series and in this post I'll talk about both the things I absolutely adored about it and my frustrations.

So, right off the bat I'm gonna mention that I don't often laugh hysterically while watching anime (or anything really) but somehow GTO managed to have a buncha moments so ridiculous that my only possible reaction was pretty much set in stone...

The humour and character writing are both plain genius!! I could never for the life of me predict what Onizuka's next move would be. His recklessness and luck, as well as his gullible and kind nature added a lot to his complexity as a character.

In the artistic department, we got the banger openings and EDs, the on-point animation and variation in facial expressions. In terms of voice acting, every VA fit well and every character's lines were delivered perfectly, tho my personal faves were undeniably Urumi and Miyabi. Kotono Mitsuishi's vocal range and her accurate French pronunciation were a pleasant surprise but I also liked the bite and seriousness Miyabi's voice had, while it was also laced with uncertainty and her screams in that parking lot were simply harrowing ngl, I was 🤏 this close to crying during that scene.

And now, about my frustrations that gave me mixed feelings on the series despite how much I enjoyed every episode, except for the Yoshikawa/Anko part in those last few episodes during the Okinawa arc. It was just unpleasant to watch, honestly. I think Yoshikawa's random personality change and his attitude towards Anko felt out of place, even though it can be ruled out as his pure kindness.

And either way, Giving Mukai and Yoshikawa romantic interests in order to call them "men" as if it's manly to...chase after a girl that's come to terms with the fact that you don't like her and save the one who's made your life living hell from certain death, respectively, just to ditch the subplots altogether and create loose ends kinda sucked tbh. It made me anticipate a lot of stuff that just didn't happen. GTO being a comedy manga (mostly) doesn't really excuse that, as some other series managed pull off some sorta closure to their subplots. My main example is Danshi Koukousei no Nichijou. Unlike with Mukai and Kujirakawa, who only get 1 singular episode together and their relationship never ever sees the light of day, "Literary girl" becomes a running gag in Danshi Koukousei.

Admittedly, I wanted and expected Fuyumi and Onizuka to get together because they're 2 consenting adults which at least kinda have chemistry but I'm convinced that Tooru Fujisawa either:

intended Onizuka to have commitment issues and despite him dealing with other people's problems he never gets his resolved, presumably because he keeps running away from them

struggles to write romantic relationships or doesn't know how to.

Onizuka's struggle to commit to romantic relationships (which is evident in both his relationship with Misato and the one with Fuyutsuki) never gets any closure, from what I've gathered.

The sexism was another thing that occasionally bothered me. While at times the perverted jokes were genuinely well-timed and maybe even funny, other times they felt very awkward, out of place, uncomfortable,, well you get it.

Some things aged poorly, simply put.

especially the ganguro stuff

On another note, the anime's ending kinda left me with a mild sour aftertaste. It felt like an Onizuka thing to do, but at the same time...how and why. Like FYM he's teaching in America now. Dude can't even speak English properly.

It also felt like the ending didn't allow for anything afterwards even tho the manga continues and ngl I'm personally not willing to read it becuz of the ending, Urumi and a few more things that didn't really get resolved.

Either way! It was overall a really fun watch, it gets a 7.8/10 from me

Toodles

[bnnuy-wabbit]

The cockroach incident? 👀

ok. picture me, your average flightless, featherless, biped animal. This happened roughly 2 months after i decided i wanted to drop out of college, but 2 months before classes were over, so i really was just Not Having It. I hated most of what i was studying and saw no point in continuing. I was 5 states away from my family, living in a shared apartment with a deadbeat roommate who was in the same house as me like once a week. It was the middle of the hottest summer i have ever experienced in my entire life. My apartment complex was this old moldy hole, full of spiders the size of a closed hand, bats in the attic (i had never even SEEN an attic but here we were and mine had BATS in there). and a brand new cockroach infestation. I was slowly going insane very quickly.

On top of all that I had a very stressful practical anatomy test to study for. It was hard ok? over 300 names to memorize across several different animal species. I was studying solely through videos because the teacher didn't let us actually study with the anatomical pieces. So there i was. 1am on a sunday. Sitting at the kitchen table, a white, plastic lawn table, broken. if you put too much weight on it it just came undone. Sweat is dribbling down my asscrack. I am studying to the sound of friday night funkin songs because it's the only thing that could keep my adhd ass awake while i binge studied.

Out of the corner of my eye i catch some movement and i see a Giant Flying Cockroach approaching rapidly. It was the size of my pinky EASILY. It lands on the wall opposite to my room's door. It stays there, its little antennae moving and flickering DISGUSTINGLY. I stare at it. I can't move. At that moment i am 300% sure if i move itll move and i really dont want that. I stare at it. unmoving. for half an hour. it doesnt move. but of course, im intelligent enough to know that sooner or later one of us WILL have to move, and the other one will die. So i figured, well, better for it to be me! So i get up. slowly. carefully. i walk towards the kitchen to get the broom. really fucking slowly. still staring at it constantly (it didnt move). i get closer to it again, broom in hands, shaking like a leaf. utterly terrified of the horrid animal in my house.

it begins to move.

i stop moving.

it stops moving.

every single time i moved it moved. i couldnt get my broom any closer to it without it Walking Around. It wasnt even running away or scuttling. it was just walking little steps, like it was mocking me. mocking me and my existence. mocking my every daily toiling.

i went god im SO FUCKING FUCKED! This is it! This is how i die! Death by trashbug!

so i stop moving. i dont move. i stop breathing. i become stone. my white ass camouflages within my landlord white surroundings. once again i go back to staring at it and its horribly long antennae. I just stare at it, trying to find the courage within me to stab the fucker. But one thing you need to know about me: i am a scared little animal who just happens to be very big. my soul is very small. it is puny even. i am proudly a coward. but being a coward doesnt fix the fact that there is a very scary bug threatening my livelyhood and my hopes and dreams and that im ALONE and have to deal with this myself.

and so i whack it. i whack the beast. i stab it. i shove the broom up like REALLY HARD against the ceiling. i am confident i smashed it because i very vigorously whammed a broom on the wall. it was very loud!!!! still, i keep it there for a moment, trying to gather the courage to let it go now because thats another entire beast. thats another task within itself. but like. im confident i killed it at this point. im confident my efforts paid off in the end and that courage wins every fight etc.

so i let it go!

and what does it do? It FLIES OFF! And i yell. i begin yelling. my throat gets hoarse.

the thing didnt even get a scratch! On top of that, it just flew STRAIGHT INTO MY ROOM.

At this point im this 🤏 close to a mental breakdown.

so my first idea, of course, is FUCK I SHOULD CALL MY MOM. She picks up despite the fact that it is now almost 3am. that does very little to comfort me because 1. shes 5 entire states away. thats half a country. 2. shes also terrified of cockroaches.

so yeah. dead end.

i tell my mom "im going to ask my elderly neighbor for bug spray" and she says "its past 3am dont wake up your elderly neighbor for bug spray".

so what do i do? i desperately bang on my elderly neighbors door for 10 minutes. Her 2 dogs bark a lot. Never once does she open the door, but i could very much hear her flipflops squeak on the floor, so she was just Standing There. I beg for her help, i ask for bug spray, im full on crying at this point and my voice is hoarse from the yelling from before. She begins praying like im some sort of apparition i guess. I can hear her praying to god or some shit and then leaves me to be. she doesnt ever reply to me directly. So i sit against her door like a very normal person, curl up on fetal position and lose my shit right there. i am shaking. i am crying. theres snot running down my face. im bawling.

eventually i drag myself back home. stand at my bedrooms door and i look at the fucking mess my room is. depressed grad student, ok? keep that in mind. theres dirty clothes all over the floor. actually. let me Show.

as you can see there are Many places for a cockroach to hide. so i decide to remove everything from my room. item by item. until i either find its hiding spot or die trying.

i find the cockroach. or rather, it finds Me.

It sneakily crawls up my leg just as i was about to move my clothing pile.

I scream. It fucks off.

I remove every last fucking thing from my room.

i flip the bed upside down, under it i find a lone galoshe. I figure that's where it was hiding. im too scared to touch it seeing as the thing has already flied several times and tried to CLIMB ME. I'm tired and Already out of my mind. I have no more fucks to give. Scared (still, as always) i sack the boot and throw it off my apartment. like, i just yeet the thing out. lock the door. Look at the clock. its like 3.30. i spent over half an hour hastily empting out my bedroom.

Honestly at that point i wasnt even sure the cockroach was in the boot. i felt i couldnt be sure it was dead until i found the body. it was late, so i called a friend to call down and broke into my roommate's room because my room no longer had furniture in it. I slept in his crusty ass sheets, the very ones he was fucking his very annoying girlfriend on top of a week earlier (he only had 2 sets and he hadnt washed anything bigger than socks in like a month. the apartment was small. his laundry was my business and i was Very Aware of its existence in the middle of the living room). so yeah. they were cummy. they were crusty. it was cracker solid. i could Not care less though.

i slept shittily until 7am. i ran to the store first thing in the morning to get the strongest bug spray i could find and also bug repellent.

I sprayed the entire house. I mean this. The walls were slick with bug spray. You could NOT breathe inside my room. Not even the kitchen was spared. I walked out of it smelling like mothballs and cancer and walked straight to the university so i could study to my effing anatomy test (it was monday, the test was on tuesday), eat and watch my classes.

I did just that. The entire day was unremarkable.

Oh actually. the elderly neighbor complained in the complex whatsapp group about a certain incensitive and unruly neighbor disrupting the peace late in the night. LM fucking AO.

I got home late, but still decided to clean my room from the chemicals. my roommate was home for once, so i told him what was going on, that id be cleaning the house because of the bug spray. I deep cleaned the whole house. I took special care of my room tho. At the end there was nary a speck of dust on my furniture (1 wardrobe, 1 bed, 1 beach chair). my clothes were folded. it smelled CLEAN IN THERE for the first time in weeks. i lit up the bug repelent. it was one of these babes.

I was SURE it was dead. the room had soaked all day in bug spray. i caught every single crevice in that room. i even sprayed INSIDE my box bed. it had to be dead. there was no way it wasnt dead. right???? right???????

i sat on my bed. i changed the sheets so it felt really good. i grabbed my computer and went back to studying. i was just vibing, man. i was just vibing.

The cockroach appeared from nowhere, climbed the wall, got sucked by the fan, flied, whacked me in the face.

I yelled, grabbed the my newly acquired spray can and then yelled some more. Then i remembered my roommate was home. I banged on his door until he opened it. shoved the thing on his face and dragged him into my room (me. tall guy. btw. dense. him, taller guy, confused, thin as a rail. just funny. to keep in mind). he went holy shit, thats big.

he sprayed it and everybodys biggest fear at that moment became true. again. it started flying. again. it went all over the room. he sprayed all over the room. it landed on my pillow, he drenched my freshly washed pillowcase in bug spray. it landed on the window, he sprayed the window until it was no longer see through. it scurried across the floor, he sprayed the floor. it went under my bed. then he stopped. i lifted my bed. he got it with his flipflop.

the evil was finally defeated.

but so was i... my clean sheets man......

[kenjakusbraincum]

Im just wondering have you considered writing for Geto (or any other jjk men that you kin im just biased because i love him and i wonder how you would write him because you wrote those Sukuna fics so good).

Would you consider writing for anyone or are you just that kind of person that can only write for one character.

Probably only if I had an extreme phase of obsession with someone else!! It really depends on my mood.. I don't think I could juggle writing multiple different characters at once bc I think I would find it hard to get out of one character's mindset into another.

I was this 🤏 close to writing for Geto last year when the anime just started coming out and discussions about him and the depth of his character were everywhere. I love him so much still but I don't think I could write something about him soon 💔

[hecateisalesbian]

UNO REVERSE. GIMME ALL 50 OF 'EM.

For the wild card... what was your least favorite question out of all of these to answer?

 Do you have freckles?  i think? Yeah? Only like a few tho

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?  hohoooo your gonna regret asking me this question >:3 For Tea I have a very specific tea brand I always buy and it’s the Arizona Green Tea Diet and then yknow occasional Peace Tea and on some occasions tea leaves. For Coffee when it’s at Starbucks I get one Grande size Vanilla Iced (Gay) Latte with 2 Splendas and almond milk! At home though I just brew up some coffee and put creamer and vanilla unsweetened almond milk with a 1:3 ratioish and a spoonful of Splenda.

What was the last song you listened to?  The entire Nimona album lol

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?  Back or Side because I rotate but never directly on the stomach

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?  Yes. The amount changes tho. But rn I have a stuffed animal called Rat Cat and then my dog 🐶

Do you prefer drawing or writing?  they equally suck

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?  i always always always have to sleep with a very specific blanket for my anxiety and that’s really all I need

What’s your favorite band/artist?  errrrr Lovejoy or Lemon Demon or Mother Mother?

When is your birthday? Not sharing that but my fake one is March 7th

How tall are you? Like 5’2”

What color are your eyes? Very dark brown (boring Ik)

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? My Irl friends and my sister

Fears? Bugs, Spiders, T h e D a r k

What’s your favorite color? Purple obvs 💜

What’s your favorite season? Fall, because depending on where you are it’s so wonderful and the weather is perfect and everything is so pretty and also it’s SPOOKY SEASON 🎃

Want any tattoos? What of? Many. Idk how many but my basics are a sibling tattoo with my sister, a matching tattoo with my mom that I’ve already designed, a star, sun, and moon tattoo with my sister and my mom, a snake or two somewhere, some flowers maybe, a semicolon, etc

Want any piercings? Where? YES. Lots of places! I want to deck out my ears, probably get some nose piercings, lip piercings, eyebrow piercings, and then idk from there

Who is the last person you texted? My friend

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? I used to but not anymore

What/who do you miss? My sister

How was your day today? Well I woke up like 2 minutes ago

How much sleep did you get last night? Idk man I just pass out whenever

Do you believe in aliens? Idk theirs probably smth else besides us on this dingy space rock

When was the last time you cried? Why? When I sneezed 6 times in a row a minute ago

What’s your favorite decade? Hmmmmm. Idk. Early 2000’s maybe, 60’s-80’s seem cool

What are some seemingly childish things you like? Stuffed animals, ‘kids’ shows, wanting to play on swing sets

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? Uhhh Idk if this is my favorite but I really really like the book series called Strange The Dreamer!

How are you, really? Idk

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? I’m extremely indecisive

What are you looking forward to in the near future? Doing some musicals/plays, Halloween, seeing my sister again, going to a con

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? Moving lol, hopefully finding a partner

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? My home state Colorado

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? Who- who sleeps with it open? Ew. Closed.

What’s your favorite flower? I don’t have one 🤷🏼‍♀️

Do you currently have a squish?  😎 🤏🤨🕶️🤏 a what. Okay after a quick google search this looks like a QPR. I used to but not rn

Do you like your middle name? I love it! It holds a lot of meaning to it and it’s actually the name I choose after realizing I’m trans (and also I generally hated my first name)

Do you prefer dogs or cats? Im allergic to cats so I have to say dogs but I love cats. But snakes are number one 🐍

Do you have any phobias? Arachnophobia

Do you stay up late? Well let’s just say im daggers friend from two days ago

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? Hate the beach. Clouds all the way. Mountains are THE BEST

What’s your favorite cartoon? The Owl House 🦉

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs @bloodied-dagger @el-fandom-birb @haystarlight@imhumanguysiswear@stars-and-birds@threegoblinart@childlikegoblinqueen@artkittycatty@tardismama@fandomsandflyingstingrays@rosy-tickles@ALL OF MY MUTUALS

Do you have siblings? How many? Uh I have two blood related sisters, two step brothers, and one brother in law

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? My dog probably. Other than that my mom

Is there anyone you would die for? My sister, my dog, my friends, my parents

What do you need when you’re sad? Happiness lol. Naw in all seriousness my dog

Have you memorized your phone number? If you haven’t I hope you like dying

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? My sister 

What does your last text say? “Oh”

My least favorite question was all of them because I woke up 6 minutes ago why am I doing this

[hamstergiukie]

onewe as caregivers

back at it again because your girl is this 🤏 close to little space right now and onewe strikes me as great caregivers 😔😔😔😔

onewe as caregivers for their little!s/o

fluff/crack

you already know what it is, repost from my old account

Jin Yonghoon

GIF by choicemillionaire

🐶 he always knows when you’re regressing!!

🐶 he isn’t always there though and so he makes sure that little!you knows to call him if you’re feeling little

🐶 he can’t always come back home to take care of you, but he’ll check up on you regularly and makes sure you take a nap if you need it!!

🐶 he likes to sit with you while you’re colouring/playing because he loves being around little!you

🐶 uses nicknames like ‘princess’ and ‘little one’

🐶 if you want him to he’ll cuddle with you to fall asleep

🐶 hE WILL SING YOU LULLABIES

🐶 UGH CAN I HAVE A YONGHOON FOR WHEN I REGRESS PLEASE

Ju Harin

GIF by hawopro

🦊 manz knows how to be a caregiver

🦊 will carry you around and give you piggyback rides

🦊 loves to hear your little giggles so he’ll crack jokes and make silly faces with you

🦊 is so loving and sweet

🦊 lives for making snackies and watching cartoons with you

🦊 absolutely buys you every stuffed animal he sees on tour to make you happy

🦊 can see in your eyes when you regress

🦊 immediately just like ‘baby let’s go have a nap’

🦊 you’re tiny nod just TAKES HIM OUT because look at how cute and tinie you are pls;-;

🦊 he loves you so fricking much at every moment it doesn’t matter if you’re little or not

Kang Hyungu (Kanghyun)

GIF by keeping-it-rosey

🐧 man is so awkward when you tell him you regress into little space

🐧 he knows what it is he just didn’t expect you to do it

🐧 he doesn’t mind though!! he’s just surprised

🐧 is pretty awkwardly first with little!you, but he settles into caregiver role really quickly

🐧 he finds you’re fascinated by his guitar playing skills so he always sits and plays the guitar with you for awhile

🐧 nap time is his absolute favourite because there is a pile of soft blankets and stuffed animals and you to snuggle with

🐧 he gets the rest he needs and is able to take care of you

🐧 it’s a two in one deal and he is LIVING for it

Son Dongmyeong

(not my gif)

☀️ he has no idea what little space is and one day he just walked in on you when you were little??

☀️ you were playing with stuffed animals and giggling to yourself and he thought you were broken?

☀️ later when you were big again you explained and he was so confused??

☀️ he did a bunch of research like the beautiful boy he is and asked you if he could be your caregiver

☀️ you probably almost cried lets be honest here

☀️ he’s a sweet caregiver, always giving you things and making sure you’re happy and entertained

☀️ absolutely gives you candy when you told him not to when you were big

☀️ he cannot say no to your puppy eyes and a ‘pwetty pwease myeongie’

Lee Giuk

GIF by choicemillionaire

🐹 what an angel

🐹 he does everything he can to be what you need him to be

🐹 he isn’t always confident though and you may end up getting big to take care of him when he panics because he doesn’t know what to do

🐹 he’s a great playmate and loves to colour with you!!

🐹 he’s loving and sweet and overall just happy to be able to look after you

🐹 he doesn’t always like naps because he has so much energy and he wants to run around with you

🐹 he will try and calm down when you really need a nap though

🐹 he’ll sit at his desk with you asleep on the bed and he’ll work on songs

🐹 he loves you so much and he doesn’t mind taking good care of you <3

[umemiyan]

Yes I have chickens and the 🤏🤏🤏 call ducks ! I don't talk about it as much as I used to but I'm absolutely obsessed with birds,, like a cassowary could attack and I'd thank him for his service o7

But imagine Ume graduating and while he's hesitant to leave the Bofurin area you convince him and you guys settle down on a plot of land so he can have his garden and you can have your birds aaa whether it be turkey, geese or chickens. Hell, he'd probably even be cool with you having peafowl or a rhea as long as you take care of them. Don't get him wrong, he'll help but the rhea kinda scares him

AHHHH that’s so cool <3 i’m also obsessed with birds 😭 if you maybe couldn’t tell from some of the vibes on my blog (and also my name sndjdjeje) LOL always happy to be in the company of another bird lover <3 also cassowaries are savage fr. but i would still try to be friends with them. i’m THAT white lady

and…….. i’m gonna die omg you’re gonna put me in an early grave (in the best way). like. getting a nice piece of land with ume is the fucking dream. because i would also like to have a garden and would TOTALLY love to help him with it and watch him be sooooooo happy with his big ol’ garden 😭😭😭 you could share all the extra stuff with locals or the farmer’s market!! the eggs too if you have birds!!!!

i’m SCREAMING at him being iffy with the rhea LMAOOOOO that’s so funny. i can just imagine him trying to feed it and be all sweet but lowkey getting freaked out when it gets close 😭 sweating and shaking and little. and the bird senses it. sometimes birds like to play little mindfuck games with you fr.

you’d be like “honey you’ve literally fought powerful ass dudes why are you afraid of this bird??” and he tries to get over it because yeah you’re right, he was the leader of the gang, but he’s still always wary. he’s the type that would be so sweet to an animal but the animal would still majorly fuck with him because it knows he’s afraid on the inside LMAO

but maybe after a period of time he eventually manages to establish some sort of dominance/mutual respect with the big ass bird. imagine him getting up extra early every day for a while just so he can go out and try to win this bird’s respect LOL it would be so funny but also so cute. like he’d want to be on good terms with it if only to make you happy that he gets along so well with all the creatures <3

[nogenderbee]

No cause im feeling shitty rn🙁 like genuine💩 nevertheless, i still have time woohoo!!!

Im feeling devious😈🙏🏻 so 2 questions lolol so the first one is whats a trait you have or like something about you that you are ashamed off(if its too personal for you, pls do skip☹️) and the 2nd one would be, what kind of event in prsk you wish would happen?

For the 1st question, i dont like how i get angry easily and i like, instantly lash out🙁🙁 like today, i got mad at my sister so much that i sent her messages of telling her how useless she is... I dont really want to vent but i just needed to like... Let things out yknow? I really don't like that part abt myself☹️

For the second question, i really want a cowboy/cowgirl event!! Like maybe those characters visited an animal sanctuary or smth and the trained version of the cards is like.. riding horses? If they do have that event OMGG it better be akito, MEIKO, an, kanade, mizuki and tsukasa?(I just put random chrs there lol) I think it'd be

4★tsukasa, kanade(she dsrvs plenty of 4 stars!!) and akito

3★meiko

2★mizuki

Also have you seen the new vbs event cards, i like how they changed an's hair color into black and red!! Ankoha fans are cheering but im not a ankoha shipper so idk how to feel🙁

-daily! Anon

Omg darl if you feel bad take breaks pls ToT and take care of yourself there!!

As for questions, I don't mind! I just think it might be a bit triggering?? Not sure-

But yeah, I relate to anger issues- like I have similar problem to be honest T-T But I don't wanna repeat so I'll also say something else!

So my trait I'm ashamed of is that I'm kinda disgusting?? Like- in saying I can not wash my hair or myself for 2 weeks just because it's vacation and I don't have a reason since I'm not going out either way- I'm trying not to but yeah- it's.. well it depends of a day I guess? But hair often gets to me so it's my motivator, so we're going somewhere I guess!

As for second question, I would LOVE a ghost event!! But like... characters are ghost! Or like Vocaloid-characters place switch! So characters are kinda "stuck" in SEKAI and Vocaloids struggle to find their true feelings! Tho that I feel like could be more of an April Fool's event...

Real one would be ghost! And half of squad would be ghost, the others maybe ghost hunters or detectives or so?

I dunno, I just think some paranormal au x pjsk could be interesting!

ALSO YES I DID!!!

I swear I kicked my feet and was this 🤏 close to changing my pfp-

Like excuse me?!! An why you screaming at your girlfriend?!!! Why am I loving it?!

It's just so cool, I swear, can VBS have an event with An in gacha that I DON'T want to pull on? The answer is simple. No.

[romanoffsbish]

Shall We Play a Game?

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous! Natasha (🤏🏼 of angst)

Sunshine/Grumpy Prompts

“I'm so excited, thank you for coming even though you're not the biggest fan of it.”

“No, it's not annoying. I- It makes me happy to see you so happy.”

"I'm so excited...," you squeal out loudly while clapping your hands together as you're entering the massive carnival., "Thank you for coming even though you're not the biggest fan of it.," you genuinely add while turning to your girlfriend with a small smile before you're pulling her through the crowd of people on your way to play one of those silly carnival games. Natasha remained quiet as she was a bit overwhelmed by the sheer size of the crowd, the potential for her enemies being amongst the many at the forefront of her mind. Still, in silent acknowledgment she'd placed a gentle kiss to your shoulder as you geared up to throw the darts at a board of balloons in the hopes of apparently winning a stuffed duck.

—————

She watched you throw the first set of darts, one after the other, and your form was truly impeccable. So, when you only hit half of your targets each time she realized some of the darts were likely weighted; you were destined to lose. Natasha found your initial eagerness adorable, her eyes however widened after you handed the bored looking man your fifth $10 bill—the duck couldn't be worth more than your initial bill., "Detka, maybe you should take a break, we can go get some food.," she suggested, and you pouted at your lover before resigning with her idea since you were feeling a bit famished now that she'd mentioned it.

This time Natasha was the one to pull you through the crowds and in the direction of the food. She wouldn't admit it to you but the main reason she agreed to come with you was for the food she'd seen advertised. Not that she'd have actually said no to you—she never could, and more importantly she never would let you wander about a crowd of this size without her, or at least someone she trusted like Yelena.

"Natty, Lena wanted us to get her some "Reindeer Sausage," said she wants to make Kate try it.," Nat chuckled at her sister's antics., "That's going to be really tough for the archer.," she jokes and you groan at her silly pun, but your heart flutters at the sight of her finally smiling.

Had you actually paid much attention you'd have seen the flashing lights that attracted your lovers gaze, and caused her giddiness., "Detka, come quick!," she shrieked, and without even a chance to follow she yanked you to a vendor with a colorful array of deep fried food, but their sign reading: Home of the Deep Fried PB & J, told you why you were stood here., "Natty? Really? I'm going to get something of sustenance, and hopefully I will find Lena's mystery deer meat."

Natasha hadn't heard you clearly when she nodded, she was too focused on the line she was stood in shortening to notice you'd left. However, as soon as she bit into the delicacy, moaning as she did she had went to force you to try it but to her shock you were nowhere to be found. Panic held her tight in its grasp, she clutched the treat close to her chest while working her way through the crowd, and if not for the sound of your soft giggling she's sure she would've gone into Black Widow mode.

Natasha turned to see you interacting with a man that had an exotic animal on his arm. Her jaw immediately clenched, as you missed his predatory gaze that befell your chest since you were so enamored with the tiny monkey. She was livid and so she made quick work of the distance, startling you as she threw her arm over your shoulder and pulled your body in., "Detka, there you are!," her tone caught you off guard too, it wasn't soft—no, she was on edge.

The way she—the world renowned, terrifying Black Widow—had stared daggers into the man with the cute little monkey had him scurrying off incredibly fast., "Natty, what was that?," she ignored you as the order you placed came out, she thanked the woman then with a hand on your back she guided you to a secluded area where you both sat and ate in tense silence. Your plate of loaded nacho fries that you were once excited for now sat there with nary a dent. Natasha cringed as she watched you barely touching your food and she felt guilty for ruining the date, especially since you had to beg her to come here in the first place.

She could see the gears turning in your mind, trying to figure out what might've happened, and truth be told you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that in her line of work she had to be prepared for anything, and she'd trained you that you did too. Sure, that guy wasn't KGB, but he was creepy enough and she hates that you are too naive to see just that sometimes. Plus, had he been KGB she fears you'd have also been none the wiser. Nonetheless, she knew she needed to fix this, to apologize, which is why it threw her off when you did first., "I-I'm sorry Natty.," she watched as you lifted your face, noticing the tears that were settling in your lashes and her heart froze in her chest.

"I-I'd just wanted to take you out on one of those cheesy dates that you see in the movies.," you chuckled humorlessly., "I wanted to win one of those ridiculously big stuffed ducks, then turn around and give it to you so I could hopefully make you smile.," it took everything in her not to smile then, but it felt wrong to smile at what could've been, "Then we could've rode on some of the rides since you love a good adventure, and then we could've cuddled up on the ferris wheel to enjoy the fireworks."

"I didn't mean to annoy you.," her stoic face dropped into a frown at your incorrect words., "No, it's not annoying. I- It makes me happy to see you so happy.," Natasha immediately tries to stop you from your shame spiraling., "You're just too good sometimes, and you don't see the dangers around you.," she sighs, and you can see the constant worry she carries for you more vividly in the moment.

Without a second thought you'd catapulted off the bench and into her stress ridden body, she caught you effortlessly, and held you in a tight hug, something you both desperately needed., "Detka, you're obviously free to do what you want, but all I ask is that you remain alert.," she whispers while pressing her lips to yours., "That guy was a total pervert.," you were not sure what she was on about, but you could feel her grimacing, and so when you pulled back with a confused face it only made her deadpan., "Y/N, he was staring at your exposed breasts.," you smirked at her., "Oh, so you were jealous."

"Oh please! Did you see him? He was a four and the perverseness made him a zero" she scoffed, but then she was smirking devilishly., "Plus, have you seen me? I'm a total ten, and when I stare at your boobs it's welcomed.," as you giggled Natasha knew she was winning at remedying the night., "He never stood a chance detka, and I think we can both agree on that.," you nodded before recapturing her lips for a far deeper kiss than what she'd previously given you, and in that moment both of you sighed knowing all was well once more.

Natasha pulled away from you with a sweet smile, one to rival her initial bored expression that had consumed her face most of the day. Without any hesitation she gently pulled you out of the secluded area and bounded off to procure wristbands for unlimited rides, your bright smile, and the way you were bouncing about like a little kid settled her reservations. There wasn't a doubt in her mind after either as every ride left her feeling lighter; from seeing how hardly you giggled on the teacups when she spun you at an alarming speed, to the way you held her hand in a vice grip with your eyes shut on the harsh roller coasters like she was your lifeline, it all made her feel so warm.

As you went to get in the line for the ferris wheel she could see the way you glared at the game from hours earlier with pure contempt., "Detka, can I fill you in on a secret?," she teasingly whispered into your ear, your eyes never left the vendor but you nodded, then you glared even harder when she told you their twisted methods. Natasha immediately ran after you as you marched right on over and slammed a $10 bill down. She even considered saving the man from your wrath until he rolled his eyes while passing over the darts.

Instead she smoothly wrapped an arm around your waist for leverage, her other mirrored yours, guiding your hand in the precise direction necessary based on when she could detect the difference in weight. You squealed then turned around in her hold when you won, she matched your enthusiasm and chuckled when you turned right back around with hands outstretched. She however did not like the smug smirk on the vendors face as he handed you a small penguin plushy., "What is this?"

"Her earned prize, which if we're being honest here she didn't even earn since you cheated and played together.," he—mistakenly—drones on, and he only stops as Natasha cracks her knuckles. The defeated look on your face did not settle well with her so she plucked the plush right from your hands. Slamming it into the mans chest she challenged him with a quirked brow and harsh glare to complain. It was as if he finally remembered who he was dealing with because not even a second later were you being handed the massive duck.

Your lover smirked when you instantly handed it to her, humming appreciatively as there was a deep kiss that followed., "Thank you Natty.," her eyes stayed close while she savored your taste., "No, thank you detka, he's perfect.," she mused while pulling you and "Mr. Quackles" over to the ferris wheel to conclude your night. Natasha set the duck across from the both of you after she'd made sure you got in alright. She then settled down beside you just as the ride began to make the slow journey around so all the other riders could load into their cars.

Her heart was at peace with you cuddled into her side, she admired the calm that blanketed your beautiful features. You were watching the fireworks erupt in the night sky from the top., "Natty! Look, there's a heart.," The shape shown over your gorgeous eyes, and it made her smile to see the truth of how she felt about you reflected so perfectly., "Hey detka, can I tell you another secret?," she whispered and your head instantly shot up, giving her your undivided attention as you nodded innocently and she just about burst at the sweet sight.

"My heart.," she paused as she cupped your cheeks in her cold hands, chuckling softly when you shivered., "Is in the palms of my hands.," you didn’t giggle this time—sure it was cheesy, but this is the first time Natasha had said those three words to you without truly saying them. Her actions over the last year had already been enough for you to feel it, but this was truly it. Natasha Romanoff loved you, you were her heart, and that was enough to bring you to tears., “Oh detka, please don’t cry, it’s okay.”

You chuckled as she didn’t seem to register the tears in a positive light, but you were quick to remedy that by placing your hands over hers and moving them to kiss her palms tenderly., “Mr. Quackles and I love you too.,” you reply while holding a steady bout of eye contact until Natasha breaks it by leaning in to lovingly seal the overdue confessions together, and if not for the ride eventually ending you’d have likely lost all your oxygen making out with your lover.

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When Natasha carried your sleeping form into the house that night she was sure of two things: you were the last person she’d ever love, and that Mr. Quackles would sleep in the garage.

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