#this is one giant word vomit i'm sorry for anyone who decides to read this

[goddessofwaifus]

Red means I love you

⚠️ W A R N I N G ⚠️

This word vomit of a fic will most likely contain: mentions of self-harm, deranged levels of obsession, possessive behavior, stalking mention, love sick vibes, blood, mentions of physical fighting, implied brainrot, scopophobia, pre-established relationship???

Taiju shiba x reader (from the reader's perspective)

Reader goes by they pronouns to avoid establishing a gender for inclusion of all.

Pet names will be mentioned because who doesn't give their love a little name that's only meant for them?

This is for my fellow Taiju simps!!!!!!!! I see you and I FUCKIN LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! WE LOVE OUR GIANT BLUE GORILLA!!!! SJSDFHJDSFHJSAFUIASFVSAFJKSAFJKWAFJKSAFBHKSAFJBKVASBJKSAJSAFHSAFUHWFUGFAIGAWFGUFAEIGFW

Divider by @benkeibear (always coming with banger after banger, check them out!)

Art by @innaillus (Talented fucking artist, check out their blog as well 💕💕)

without further ado, let's go!

Upon my first encounter of you, I saw nothing but speckles of red flying through the air. You were laughing like the deranged man you are, demolishing the face of a kid who i can't even recognize due to the intense damage to his features. It's only a matter of time before he scampers away like a startled rat once you drop him. Honey eyes dart to the spot where I peeked from to watch you, I was quick to hide before you even caught a glimpse of my hair.

Your intense scrutinizing glare on the wall gave me a rush through my system, my body shaking with excitement at the thought of you finally catching me in the act of staring from afar. The way your hair flows in the wind when you're riding your motorcycle or moving fast on foot gives off the visual illusion of crashing waves against the shoreline.

If only you would hold me that way, look at me with that piercing glare, the image alone is enough to send me into a crazed mania. The staring of anyone that isn't you is irrelevant to me. Their eyes make my skin itch so badly, I scratch my skin until the friction from my nails turn it red before the irritated flesh finally gives at the persistence of my fingers, a small stream of blood running down my exposed forearm. Scratching and scratching until the itching stops, leaving droplets on my clothes. I hate their eyes, the eyes I know that aren't yours staring gazing at what isn't theirs. How dare they gaze upon your angel with such perverse eyes? I'm so sorry, my dear blueberry.

Your gaze makes me swoon. I giggle and breathe heavily to calm my rising heart rate whenever we're in close proximity to one another. I'm jealous of the girls who get to be in the same space as you. I know I shouldn't be so greedy, but your scent ,when you pass, smells of the ocean breeze and I couldn't get enough of it. I've looked for the cologne and I found it when i managed to catch sight of the bottle in your hand one time. You said it was your favorite one, but I'm always keeping an eye and ear open in the case you change your mind later. I spray it on my sheets and favorite things so I can smell you at home. Isn't that romantic~? I have a life-sized shark plush that smells like you, I cuddle him every night imagining he's you and you're cuddling me.

Lately, you've changed colognes so your scent is different. Did you maybe notice that I've been paying attention to the smell you wear? Did you do it for me? Today, you smelled of citrus and tobacco. Bitter but sweet with all the different ingredients blending together to compliment each other. I accidentally washed the smell of you out when my sheets got dirty, but you left a bottle of some mystery cologne on my desk. I thought it might have been a mistake, but the note left behind said otherwise... "I picked out a smell that I thought would fit your personality type. I hope I picked the right one and it isn't too strong or harsh on your nose." I've memorized your handwriting! So neat and perfect yet easy to read and fancy.

I decided the next day I'd wear it to surprise the both of us, I spritz some on my clothes and go the whole day wearing your surprise perfume. I pass you, hoping the smell isn't bad but I hear you inhale as we continue to go our separate ways and let out a pleased hum. You like what you picked for me? I decide to take a whiff of the perfume for myself. I gasp softly, you're always so thoughtful and observant! From that day, I wore that perfume and it made you crack a tiny smile that only I get to see. My blood boils something furious when girls would talk about how good looking you were, even making bets to see who would get to have you. I don't think they know you're already with someone~ Our relationship is special, they don't know you like I do. They don't love you, they only want. They don't need you to live.

I think you secretly loved the attention I gave you, you didn't stop at the bottle of perfume that smells of a cozy winter night cuddled in warm blankets with a nice cup of hot chocolate. Over the next few days, different gifts would pop up at my desk. All of them were red gifts. A single red hibiscus, one of my favorite flowers. The next day, you left a soft, red velvet sweater that came over my fingers just how I liked the sleeves. Red hoodies ranging from dark to light shades with dark and cute themes. The one that really stuck out was a red sweater dress that had no back, but what really caught my attention was the red bandana with the black dragon insignia in the middle of it. Your symbol, your brand, I will wear it anytime the occasion calls for them.

It seems that the group of girls,who have been harassing you and trying to get into territory that only belongs to me, are getting more desperate. A shame they'll never get the chance because you're already in a relationship. One of them threatened to out me to you, so I would get the hint to leave you alone. You don't have a problem with me, so I don't think I'll be listening to her. Apparently she got severely hurt falling down the stairs, that beautiful splotch of red she left upon hitting her head at the bottom of the staircase. It made me think of you, I blush and go on about my day. I wonder how I would look in that color. I've always liked dark colors and colors that remind me of the night sky or stars, but with the splashes of red I see, I think I want to sport that color too! I want to match you so we can be closer. Even from a distance, I feel like we're being kept apart and I hate it when I'm far from my love. The color that pulls me in and is so aggressive yet can be gentle on the eyes.

I spotted you fighting someone again. Some kid named Hanagaki or something. Hidden behind a wall further away, but close enough to give me a perfect view, you're wearing the coat I love so much! I wanna wear it one day, just to know what your natural musk smells like and burn your smell into my nose.

Drip

Drip

Drip

That sound. The red splatters and droplets that fly with each impact you make. He's bruised and bloody, while you remain spotless but still donning your red uniform. I think no one would ever know you committed a murder wearing that, because it's already red. That sadistic grin of yours that makes me wish you'd bite me until the same beautiful crimson ,that drips every second from that boy, runs like a river and stains my skin. Hope your teeth are stained with it too, that the taste of it on your tongue is as sweet as I am to you.

It makes me wonder why you call the men in white the murder squad. They wouldn't get away with murder wearing pure white uniforms, they can't explain their ways out of arrest because their uniforms stain easily. Red is not an easy stain to wash out of pristine white clothes. Blood especially or even wine spills. That's why you get warnings to not spill red stuff on white carpets when you visit another person's home or get your home carpeted with white carpet. It's even harder to clean out of white couches and furniture that is white. That's a stain that will stick no matter how hard you scrub at it.

I also love the sound of your fist breaking bones from the sheer power of your punches. You look so beautiful and calculated in your movements, violent but artistic in your display. I'm falling in love all over again, I wish to see you stained in red one day. I'll stain myself with it too, so we can match. Maybe I should get into fights so I could be roughed up like that and bloodied with angry red bruises covering me. No, I won't just let anyone touch me and coax the running red stream from my body. It has to be you, my bloodthirsty shark. Only you are allowed to beat me and make me bleed out the color I associate with us. A red flag they call you, unlucky for them, I love red. I love you. I love when you fight and make others bloody and bruised. You're showing them our love and our favorite color.

The boys you beat up at school are the same ones who would call me a pig or a cow, but also loved to talk about how my body was perfect for their sinful thoughts and fantasies.

Degenerates, you beat them black and blue for me. Bloody noses that made pools of red, puddles of the metallic tasting fluid. I felt so happy seeing you break them and teach them not to speak such unholy things about an angel. Those boys have girlfriends who are temptresses and pick on students like me for sport. They are also the same girls who've been ogling you at school, but also run away when you glance at them with your scary eyes. Look at me like that. Just a glance. Maybe a minute of eye contact between us. I don't want you to beat them up and bloody their pretty snobbish faces.

The inevitable did come to pass. I beat up one of those bitches until she was spilling my favorite color from her nose and busted lips. It made her prettier than before, I froze when I saw you walking down the hall. You saw me, you grinned and let out a laugh. Words can't describe the rush that came over me when you did that. I wanted more of that grin, so more girls got beat up and bruised to satisfy that insatiable desire to please you. Not just bruised, beaten until their faces were disfigured. Blood caked their lips and flowed from scratches made in their struggle.

When those girls tried to tell the teachers or student council about what I did to them, I could just cry and tell them I was only acting in self-defense. It wouldn't be far from the truth. They believed me every time and I never got in trouble. How could someone so sweet and innocent ever hurt another person? They can't hurt a fly. They're an angel, get along with other students, and have the purest heart you could ever be honored to be in the presence of.

A few more of those girls ended up badly hurt from "accidents" at school. I'm gonna paint this world red and my entire being begged for you to join me in painting our canvas. Guys who were known to make nasty comments about me, regardless of the nature of said comments, ended up just like the girls who messed with me. Bloody, disfigured, or worse in critical condition. I started leaving letters in red ink, doodles, notes for you to find in places I could often find you hanging around. They revealed my darkest desires, my love for you, how I thought you looked good in red, and the feelings you caused me. The strong urge to tell you that stuff in person was just too much for my heart to handle that day, I would tell you soon. Turns out I wouldn't have to do that since you found a way to meet me in the middle. A blood stain styled note was left in my locker, its contents are for my eyes only and only you and I will know what it said.

Rumors were going around about me being a bloodthirsty wolf pretending to be as sweet as a bunny. They grew and grew until they reached your ears. After that, they died down mysteriously after several reports of male and female students being injured with involvement of the rumors. Others were scared of being next to wind up in the hospital. Some even started new rumors around the stories of the teens being targeted for gossiping about me. They say I'm responsible for all of it. That I did it for your attention and approval. Oh, if only I could take credit for an impressive display or maybe it was just karma. Red truly is a beautiful color on you and in general. A color associated with anger, passion, love, and more often than not, is labeled a violent color. You can find it anywhere. In a rainbow, a candy store, a clothing store, restaurants, and even inside your own body.

Drip

Drip

Drip

Seeing you fight really is a beautiful sight to behold. You're wild, unhinged, quick on your feet, so angry and volatile. You strike with a unchained wrath and many victims say your hits feel like they've been struck by a freight truck or a train. One day, I hope to see blood dripping from your knuckles. Whether it be your own or from your newest punching bag, I truly believe red is the color best for you. Who knows, maybe it's personal bias but I believe you could look good in many colors. Red is just a perfect combination with your striking yellow eyes and it pops out against your wild ocean blue hair. I really love your tattoos against your skin and the one that no one but I knows lies hidden on your back.

Maybe when I see you again, I'll wear that red backless sweater you gave me that day. I remember you said that bright colors reflect off my eyes and certain shades make my skin glow with a heavenly radiance only an angel could have. I give a whole new meaning to the deadly yet furious primary color. I make it look sweet and inviting like a red velvet cheesecake. Soft and fluffy, but sweet and smooth to the tongue.

I am nothing without you.

I need you like I need food.

I need you like water.

I need you like oxygen in my lungs.

You are the pulse in my wrist, keeping my heart alive.

You are the very air I breathe.

The red I see in a rage or fit of anger is you

My powerhouse, my blueberry, my angry ocean, my animalistic partner, my mountain, my shark.

Your angel of life and darkness, your bloodthirsty bunny, your princess, your sweetheart, and your babydoll.

Your Darling Angel

You are the Hand of God and anyone who touches or defiles your angel will be seeing you and meeting our father above or perhaps fighting for their lives against the demon of a man you can be.

Till death do us part, we rain hell on those who oppose us.

[amvlett-aa]

bUCKLE UP FUCKERS I THINK I’VE FINALLY FIGURED OUT A PROPER WAY TO FIX THE NARRATIVE THAT IS HEX’S ENTIRE ARC 

and to a lesser extent gwen’s owo

after several fucking years 

this gets really fucking long even for me 

Since this is all on this blog now and tumblr deleted a lot of shit I’ll break down my imagined arc for him really fast from os- to the beginning of ov especially cuz some of my followers deb haven’t seen ben 10 past the original series so here we go

i just really want all my concepts in one place so this might get a lil long ahhhh

Hex and Charmcaster used to live in ledgerdomain, Adwaita the turtle bitch with a flaming mana head attacks and Charmcaster’s dad and Hex’s bro is all like I’m gonna protect my fam so he sends Hex with a nine year old charmcaster to Earth and 

spoiler alert 

spellbinder fucking dies 

Hex is torn by this and spends the next several years of his life trying to find the power to defeat Adwaita, and even made a few failed attempts but survived Adwaita’s wrath. He eventually started to dive headfirst into some dark magic and it completely corrupts and changes him to the hex we see today, with grey skin and a giant ass tat on his face, don’t get me started on his eyes and his million other tattoos 

He runs into ben on his quest with power, ben, gwen and granpa max ruin his day a fuck ton and then charmcaster gets involved. Hex was not a good caretaker to her and as her vengance and rise to master magician...ism she betrays hex and yeets on out despite getting fucked again by the amazing tennysons 

The two have a heart to heart and live together again before Charmcaster and Gwen go fuck up Adwaita in the arc i can’t quite remember other than INFINITY BULLSHIT SOMETHING SOMETHING EVIL BAD GUY WHO KEEPS CHANGING INTO DIFFERENT FORMS SOMETHING SOMETHING ALIEN X 

Gwen chooses not to tell hex about his neice and he spends a lot of time failing to find her and falls into a depression for what I think was for at least a year before he discovers Friedkin University and it’s giant library, and it’s secret summoning circle 

so he does whatever he can to get a job there and gain full access to the library, which includes donating his entire collection of rare magical books to the library and he nails a job as a professor 

i yada yada’d over a lot of stuff and i feel bad but this is where we get into the nitty gritty so if you just wanted my summary then leave no w 

So instead of the episode starting with Hex and Gwen already knowing who the other is and it gets weird, we could have Gwen joining this professor’s class because she heard from a lot of people that his class was good and he knew a lot about his topic and of course Gwen being an Anodite/magic caster herself she enrolls in the class, with Hex using a fake last name like Castere 

i can’t remember what it used to be i’m sorry 

and the minute Gwen sits down to see the class  here come in hex and she is fucking shocked 

and hex probably saw the student list and he is looking hella smug knowing that she’s somewhere in his classroom 

and when he starts asking questions of course gwen answers and answers correctly  and tension builds in the room as they back and forth with his increasingly difficult questions and Gwen answering them perfectly, and the two are staring each other down 

and when hex asks his final question Charmcaster of all people is in his class and interrupts gwen and answers it 

and it throws the both of them off guard 

Hex has to pretend she’s a student and does the whole “Ah yes our Charming young student is correct” 

they go through that dialogue about the Staff of ages and Hex finishes class early, disappearing in a cloud of smoke  Gwen tries to chase down charmcaster but not yelling through the entire classroom to do it 

gwen in her secret lair with kevin use spells to check for... spells or mind control and find none yet are suspicious of the fact that both Charmcaster and Hex are there so 

they call ben and rook and the next few parts ensue 

the thing with helena sucks and i hate helena 

hex runs off and bumps into the team where he gets slammed into the nearest tree by a fucking alien turkey and he gets interrogated 

hex manages to talk his way out of Ben’s hold by saying he hasn’t done anything wrong and has no reason to detain him and of course hex is right because he’s done his time and has every right to be here 

he gets interrogated anyway and is asked about charmcaster and they go through the dialogue over charmcaster that hex goes hey i don’t know why she’s here but i’m glad she’s alive which the former he’s totally lying about 

Rook tells him about how she’s unstable yada yada yada hex leaves and they debate whether Hex is actually turning good or not and where their priorities should lie and they decide charmcaster because as they have no fucking clue where she is and what she’s doing 

we get to the honestly really good next few minutes of dialogue between hex and charmcaster

like the last bit of good writing before we see hex get turned into a fucking totem so she can use his library to find the staff 

gwen drop kicks charmcaster and a fight ensues, where she discovers charmcaster turned hex into a totem and gwen, being the hero she is, tries to steal hex back with her

does she trust him? No 

but he does he deserve to be turned into a totem to be used for whatever plan charmcaster has for him? also no 

they mange to kick charmaster out through the library but charmcaster manages to grab the totem from gwen before she gets sucked away into where ever Gwen sent her to 

and at least then GWEN GETTING THE FUCKING LIBRARY WOULD AT LEAST MAKE MORE SENSE I MEAN COME ON but instead of it being her responsibility to the library its her responsibility to try and get it back to its original owner where she is starting to think maybe he was actually trying to become a good person  

three??? several??? a lot of months pass and hex spends a lot of time with Darkstar the bitch and Adwaita the jackass 

we can all assume hex tried to strangle adwaita at least once without success 

ANYWAY 

we start the ep with kevin moping about his magic stolen car that i forgot to mention but its not important and gwen is spending her time in the beginning of the ep researching how to get hex back because he deserves to be free man 

ANYWAY THAT GOT MESSY  GWEN LOOKS FOR THE CAR, FINDS IT AND OH NOOOO IT’S A FUCKING TRAP AND SHE GETS TURNED INTO A TOTEM AND ZIP BAG TIME 

where she encounters all her enemies and at least she has more reason to try and zap hex because well he still might be evil and he is way too damn close and oh nope we got no powers 

shenanigans ensue and while in the bag  hex and gwen get to talking because honestly are either one of them going to talk to darkstar or adwatia and she soon gets to learn about Hex’s real motives behind going to Freidkin and then finally they decide, hey maybe if we work together we can get out 

and they come up with the idea of a trap when charmcaster sticks her hand in the bag to get the charm 

and THEY WORK TOGETHER TO GET OUT OF THE BAG 

bonding ensues and it begins the start of a uh 

teacher student relationship???  at least not evil magic man vs smart kickass anodite girl 

is all of this perfect???? probably not but  its better than what the show gave us hopefully 

also we don’t talk about that one weird romance ep with ben other than hex and charmcaster were literally 10 feet away from each other and should at least have gotten a drama shot between them but whatever who am I to judge the writing of omniverse other than the entire essay i wrote here