Finally, an intro post! I'm PretzelTiger, but you can call me Pretzel for short.
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I plan to become a zookeeper! I love animals with my whole heart, especially big cats!
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I'm in theatre and choir :)
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(when people send me/tag me in photos of Nacha, it makes me really happy...)
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Danganronpa
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That's Too Much Milk For A Family Of Two (UPLOADED, UNFINISHED)
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After chapter 9 it left me with a lot to think about, and didn't entirely convince me. Anyway, in a way, Jesterdoll won and I'll be reading fanfiction all night because of it.
summary: today, anastacha brings her girlfriend, marigold, to her parents to meet them for the first time.
word count: 1983 words
warnings: none
a/n: today is the super nacha fan's birthday so i decided to make this as a gift for them!! marigold is their oc which they ship with anastacha as a happy yuri. i was going to give both francis and nacha a spotlight in this fic, but i think nacha was enough! psst, hey, if you're curious about trading with me for a fic, read this post!
credits: @iamdespy for the peak anagold thumbnail art & @/strangergraphics for the ao3 dividers
The door wasn't that much taller than Marigold, still, it stood there tall and imposing over her, as if it contained a dimension to another world. And to the poor, anxious girl who was about to meet her girlfriend's parents for the first time ever, it could practically be a ticket to heaven or hell.
"Mmm, relax," Anastacha held her hand firmly in her own and interlaced their fingers, squeezing it softly. "My parents aren't going to be like yours, don't worry. They're cool with it, with… us."
Marigold smiled towards her sheepishly, "I know, Ana. I mean, they created a unique and wonderful girl like you, so…"
Anastacha's eyes widened, her cheeks dusted with light pink and she snorted. "Then there's nothing to worry about, Mari. Come on." She stepped forward and tugged Marigold's arm forward. Though still reluctant, Marigold took that one step forward and Anastacha smiled back at her before pushing open the door.
They didn't even get three steps in before Anastacha paused in her steps and Marigold halted beside her. A plump red-haired woman who was about the same height as Tacha hurried over towards them while removing her mittens.
When she was finally standing in front of them, Marigold perked up and the pink on her cheeks deepened into a shade of red.
"Willkommen zu hause, Tacha! Und…" Nacha blinked at Marigold beside her and Anastacha cleared her throat. "Oh! My apologies for ze German, dear. You must be Marigold, correct?"
Anastacha internally facepalmed herself at the huge grin that her mom had on. "Mmm, yeah, she wanted to finally meet you and dad, or whatever."
"I'm- I'm Marigold Reed, nice to meet you, ma'am…" Marigold couldn't help but stare at Tacha's mom---well, how couldn't she? Her mom had the most gorgeous green and blue eyes, and she also had freckles (which, to Marigold, were just the prettiest dotted stars on someone's face). She's so pretty…
Anastacha glanced towards Marigold from her periphery and nudged her out of her stupor. Marigold flinched and glanced at Anastacha then back towards her mom. They're both so pretty.
Nacha giggled and smiled up at her, "I've heard a lot of things about you from my little Tacha! And you are indeed as tall as she said you were… Oh! Since Francis isn't here yet, do you want to help me reach the pantry?"
"Mom, there's a stool in the kitchen," Anastacha rolled her eyes, but didn't actually mind her mom's antic much.
Nacha smiled. "Oh come now, Tacha, your maman is getting old and need some help around the kitchen every once in a while. It'd give me and Mari here a chance to have some girl talk too!"
Anastacha exhaled. "Whatever, that's up to Mari to decided."
Marigold perked up when she felt Anastacha's gaze boring straight into her soul and she straightened her posture on her mary janes before responding enthusiastically, "Yes, ma'am!"
"Oh, dear," Nacha chuckled and Anastacha shook her head with a small smirk. "You can just call me Nacha, or auntie Nacha, maybe even mom if you wanted."
Anastacha squeezed Marigold's hand while she struggled to school her expression into complete nonchalance. The knot in her throat relaxed from its hold a little and she squeaked out, "Y-yes… auntie…"
Nacha heaved a breath and supposed that that was enough teasing for the poor nervous wreck that was Marigold. One day, she'll get her to call her mom, but for now… "This way, missy! Kommst du mit, Ana?"
"Nein," Tacha shook her head. "Ich warte, bis papa kommt, damit ich ihm von Marigold erzählen kann."
Marigold didn't understand a single word except her name and a 'papa'. She's probably going to look for her dad.
"Na gut, Tacha, komm einfach in die Küche, wenn du fertig bist."
Anastacha released her hand from her grasp and hesitated for a moment before giving Marigold a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll be in the living room if you need me, or whatever."
Marigold nodded, though a bit confused that she wasn't going to look for her dad after all. "Okay." Anastacha walked off and Nacha tutted to get her attention.
When she finally got her attention, Nacha turned in the direction of the kitchen and motioned for Marigold to follow her with a flick of her wrist. "Alright, this way, dearie!"
Marigold followed suit in Nacha's footsteps, stepping into the mini-kitchen that was in the corner of their living room. It was rather lively, with colorful wooden decors of positive quotes like 'Live, Laugh, Love' and 'A House is Temporary, but A House is Forever' hanging beside the fridge and one over the countertop next to a towel. Even the fridge had tiny magnet letters stuck on the door, forming the names of Anastacha and her parents---Ana, Nacha, and Francis.
So that's her dad's name… I wonder if Ana looks a lot like him?
From what she knew of him, he majored in Food Science and studied in Washington State University. Double U freaking State University. Marigold once told Anastacha about her desire to major in a medical degree there and it was the first thing she brought up. Her mind already raced with questions she wanted to ask him---what kind of college was WSU like? Did the mascot really look terrifying? Wait, what is college even like?
"Mari!" Broken out of her stupor, Marigold turned around to find Nacha staring at her with a concerned look in her eyes. "Are you okay? Is the summer heat too much? Oh, I apologize for not having air conditioning in this house!"
Marigold blinked rapidly and shook her head just as fast. "No- no, auntie! I'm fine… I was just… lost in thought. It's not that hot, don't worry about me."
"Oh, phew," Nacha placed a hand over her chest and let out a breath of relief. "You scared me, honey! I was just pointing which cabinet I needed you to reach for me but you didn't respond so I had to check. You looked like your mind was elsewhere!"
"You could say that," Marigold chuckled nervously.
Nacha reassured her with a soft smile and took that as a sign to change the topic. "Alright, dear, I just need you to grab the box of flour from this cabinet here-!" she huffed and got on her tiptoes to point at the second cabinet to the left. Marigold outstretched her hands in front of her out of an irrational fear that she might suddenly trip over her foot, but let them fall back to her sides with an exhale as Nacha laid flat on her feet once more. "Is that doable for you?"
"Of course, auntie." Marigold stepped in front of the cabinet, got on her tiptoes, and opened it before taking the blue and white box of all-purpose flour from within anticlimactically.
Nacha clapped her hands enthusiastically, "Oh, thank you, Mari! You're a great help!" Marigold handed the box to her and laid back flat on her heels while Tacha's mom set the flour down on top of the counter. "I'm going to make pretzels with this, it's Tacha's favorite. What about you, Mari?"
"Um- pretzels are sweet! They make for a delicious light snack and…" She hung her head low and gazed down at the floor. "…I really like the chocolate-coated ones you made a few weeks ago for Tacha."
"Ooh, so she did share them with you after all," Nacha nodded and hummed approvingly. "Well, lucky for you, I do have some melted chocolate chilling in the fridge today! Just sit back and relax while this old lady makes dough. Or maybe you'd like to go to the living room and talk with your girlfriend until this is done!"
Marigold briefly considered finding Tacha in the living room and hanging out with her while waiting for the pretzels to bake, but she shook her head. "I think I'll stay here and talk with you, miss auntie."
And she did. Marigold walked over to the lone table in the corner of the kitchen covered with a blue checkered tablecloth and conveniently surrounded by exactly four chairs.
While Marigold slid into a seat, Nacha spared no time and poured two cups of flour into an already available bowl sitting atop the counter. Marigold watched as she grabbed a salt shaker and tapped it three times, raining salt onto the flour before setting aside.
Marigold can't help but be mesmerized by the focus and precision that Ana's mother had while making the dough. Next, she grabbed the bowl of activated yeast mixture that she had set aside to dry earlier and poured it into the flour. Nacha washed her hands thoroughly before beginning to knead the bread slowly and firmly.
"Well, dear? Don't just go quiet on me! I remember Anastacha told me you're quite the chatterbox and that we would get along."
"Did- did she?" Marigold nervously scratched the side of her neck. "I only ever do that around her because she's… well, she's a great listener and- and a great responder too!"
"Oh, honey, breathe." Nacha giggled. "I'm glad my Tacha is not the only one who's head over the heels after all. I'm curious… How did it happen? Who confessed first?"
"Well…" Marigold swallowed and trailed off as she remembered the very moment that led to the confession and the confession itself that still left her feeling a little lightheaded and touching her lips. "We were having a fieldtrip, then. It was at a zoo. Me and Tacha got separated from the group so we went to a lion enclosure and I was just looking at the lions when suddenly she was gone from my side. I was so scared… But I chose to trust Tacha and stay put while thinking of ways to calm down my nerves. This one lioness seemed to notice my emotional turmoil and came up to the glass to say hi. When I turned to look back, Ana was already there… It spooked me so badly that I didn't even notice the flowers and the mixtape she was holding! And well…" Marigold looked up to find Nacha looking at her expectantly while her hands kneaded on autopilot.
"Go on…"
Marigold blushed and sank into her seat. "I was a bit taken aback because I've never actually seen a mixtape before. I thought they were already gone after CDs became a thing, and also Spotify. But she told me to listen to the mixtape so I did, and it was… well, I recognized that song! It was a girl in red song, and…" Another gulp. "She shoved the bouquets into my hand then and asked if she could be my girlfriend. I… I never thought Anastacha actually liked girls! I mean, I had a hunch, but…"
"Well? What did you say?"
"A bunch of stuff, I was a mess. But ultimately… My answer was yes."
Nacha audibly let out a loud 'aww' which made Marigold turn the shade of a ripened tomato.
Just then, two more figures entered the room and looked at Nacha who was glowing then at the poor teenage girl who was red in the face.
"Mmm, mama, what did you do?"
"Just as mutti should! You didn't tell me you were such a romantic, Ana. Making quite the grand gesture…"
It took a slow blink and a flash of red to color her cheek for Anastacha to audibly groan, whining, "Mama! This is why I never told you the full thing! Ugh, it wasn't even that grand…"
"Mmm, did I miss something…?" Francis stepped in beside Anastacha.
"You came at just the right time, Francis! Our girls have a lot to tell us."
Anastacha shook her head.
Today's first meeting between her parents and Marigold was going to be longer than she thought.
Thank you so much for all the support. This is the final chapter of TTMMFAFO2, but this doesn't mean I'm not revamping it...
“Good morning, loves.” Francis peered at Nacha and Anastacha, stirring in the morning sun.
The rest of the community stuffed into that zoo were either awake or had begun to wake up by now. Many were planning on walking around the other parts of the Zoo, eating overpriced snacks for free, and probably napping in bushes or taking bad quality photos with the elephants. Francis, however, had a different plan. Let Anastacha loose, and do what he's been meaning to. Most of all, they had to find a place to change into real clothes.
“Mmm.. Morning.” Anastacha set her face back on the concrete.
Nacha had snuggled up alongside Francis’s side even more, red-brown curls spread wildly across his chest.
Francis nudged her shoulder. “Mmm… Nacha?” He whispered, poking at her shoulder now.
She looked up with a fake pout, before getting up and smiling at him and her daughter.
“Good morning, baby.” She planted a kiss on his cheek. Anastacha pretended to gag, secretly grinning under the disgusted façade.
Francis pulled the bag over to the three of them, stating a plan. “They don't have bathrooms that we can use long enough to change. We can go hide behind things and two people will watch outwards so nobody sees,” he continued. “Then I want to bring your mother around.
“Mmm, but.. Dad.. What if someone sees me?” Anastacha asked, twirling her fingers.
Francis looked at her intensely. “I'm not going to let them.”
They found a somewhat secluded spot between two bushes and tried their best, as multiple others were trying to do the same. Anastacha went first, throwing her dirty clothes to the side to collect later. Francis didn't really want to look at his daughter's underclothes, so he grabbed the bag and grabbed the first feminine seeming clothes he felt. It was heavy, almost impossible to pull out from the array of clothes. He threw the garments back without checking, but knew something was wrong when he heard a loud, almost cardboard sounding smack against skin. Then, he heard a snort, and felt whatever it was hit his leg.
“Wrong one.” Anastacha cackled. When Francis looked down, it was clear that it was Nacha's. A large, shell-like undergarment made custom for a woman of her size. He's seen this before, so how would he not know? Anastacha didn't even fill half of it. He shuffled through again, grabbing the correct bra and a random shirt, plus a pair of shorts he grabbed on accident. It wasn't too cold for shorts during the day. Swiftly, her and Nacha took their own spots, until it was Francis’s turn. The ring was in his pocket. He grabbed his own clothes, put everyone's dirty laundry in a separate pocket of the bag, and now had to realise just how to send a diversion to Anastacha so his plan could commence.
Francis smiled. “Mmm…Ana, how would you like to go run around without me and mom on your back?”
“I'd love it.” She responded. “Do I really get to?”
Nacha nodded. Anastacha jogged over and hugged Nacha tightly. “Ich liebe dich, Mom.”
“Ich liebe dich, Anastacha.” Nacha responded, ruffling her hair. “Do you want me to do your pigtails before you go?” Anastacha shook her head.
“Mmm.. I love you.. Francis. Dad?” Ana whispered, walking over to Francis next. “I'm not sure which you like.”
Francis didn't say anything aloud, but mouthed “ich liebe dich” and patted her head. He saw tears well in her eyes as she realised what was about to happen.
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Marigold slept against the lion enclosure, waking up to the sound of her girlfriend's humming. No tune, just a general hum. At first, everything seemed fake. That couldn't be her. The lions were out now, prowling near Marigold’s sleeping body. The humming got louder. Then Anastacha turned the corner, locking eyes with the lionesses before she even saw Marigold. Though, a step later, she noticed the girl standing in front of her.
“Mari?” Anastacha gasped, eyes locking with hers.
Marigold didn't say a word, just ran and kissed her. Within seconds, Marigold had Anastacha lifted into the air, playfully spinning her around while they both laughed.
“You're alive!” Marigold screamed. “You're really alive! Oh, Ana. I thought you were dead!” you could hear the echo of their voices from yards away, especially as they both fell onto the ground intertwined.
“Have..” Anastacha struggled. “Have you heard anything about the outbreak? About my aunt?”
Marigold shook her head. “Is she okay?”
“She got bitten. I heard a D.D.D agent talking about it. Otherwise, yes.”
They pressed their foreheads, smiling and laughing.
“I hope she gets better. I really do, Annie.” Marigold giggled. “I shouldn't be laughing. I'm just glad I saw you before my parents find out I'm gay and send me to a conversion camp.”
Anastacha kissed her forehead. “Like they'll ever find out.”
Marigold nodded. “They aren't smart enough to see we're in love, Anastacha. I'll be yours forever.”
Forever.
There was a humanoid scream emitted from about half a mile away, maybe less. A real, terrified scream. A siren sounded. Then, loudspeakers began blaring everywhere.
“WASHINGTON PARK HIGH SCHOOL HAS EXPERIENCED A BREACH. FOUR INJURED PEOPLE, ONE DEAD. D.D.D, PLEASE GET TO WASHINGTON PARK HIGH SCHOOL.”
Anastacha gasped, before yelling. “MY GRANDPARENTS ARE THERE! My-”
A D.D.D agent went running. Anastacha tried to run too, but Marigold stopped her.
“We can't leave, Anastacha. I'm sorry. If you leave, you know what will happen.”
She sighed deeply. “I'll get shot. They've already accidentally gunned down five people this week.”
“Let's ask the agents when they come back. Okay?”
Anastacha nodded.
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“Alright. Cleared the area, the casualty was unrecognizable. Doppelganger neutralized, all of the injured are at the hospital.” One agent said to another. “Any updates on the older woman?”
The second agent nodded. “Identified as Lois Stilnsky. She was shaking like a leaf, crying, asking for her husband. The doctors examined her, and she's fine. Her husband was found earlier.”
“He okay?”
“He had lost her in the crowd of people running, but other than an ankle twist, he's fine. Notify the families that they're fine. What are the names? Mikaelys?”
“Yeah, Mikaelys and Mosses. Their kid's over there.”
Anastacha had overheard, sighing deeply into Marigold's arms.
One agent mumbled, but the other responded loudly. “The parents? Uh, they're busy.”
Doing what?!
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“Francis, look at that tiger. She is beautiful, no?” Nacha had her hand on the glass, admiring the white glimmering fur of the rare tiger in front of her. He was laying down facing away from them.
He nodded, fiddling with the ring in his pocket. “Didn't they say that one has a baby?”
Nacha was glowing with joy. “Yes, but I don't see it.”
Francis wasn't really paying attention. From the corner of his eye, he could see the tiniest little tiger jump around in the enclosure, walking over to its mother. The white tiger made a huff, sticking her paw out and letting the baby come near.
Nacha gleamed. “Awwh, Francis! Look!”
Francis looked. The orange baby toddled to the side of the cage. Nacha crouched down to the enclosure, where the baby squeaked through thick glass. She was entirely distracted.
“Oh, du bist ein Baby! Eine kleine Tigerin! Hallo! Hallo, kleines Mädchen!” (oh, you are a baby! A little tigress! Hello! Hello, little girl!)
The baby squeaked again. Francis was enamored by how she just started talking to the animal as if it was her own child. Heck, her literal child had run off in the zoo somewhere. Alas, she was fifteen. She could handle herself while her Mom baby talked to a tiger.
The mother, at this point, has gotten up to see all the commotion. Nacha noticed a scar over her right eye and the specific color.
Green.
The tiger had one blue eye and one green eye in the exact placement she did.
Nobody had ever looked like Nacha before.
Not a single person.
Genetically speaking, Anastacha had a high chance of having heterochromia. Yet, she didn't. Nobody she had met had her eyes--something she was heavily bullied for, even back in Germany. She didn't notice what Francis was doing while she was so captivated. It was almost adorable. Nacha was almost thirty years old, excited about a tiger.
“Francis! Baby, this tiger looks like me!” She squeaked. “Look!.... Francis?”
She turned towards him. He was on one knee, a ring open in front of him, locking eyes with her directly. He had never done that before. She gasped, freezing with her hands over her mouth.
“Willst du mich heiraten, mein Lieber?"
Nacha began to cry, barely able to get out her words.
“Ja, Ja! Natrülich, Ja!” She shouted, sobbing into Francis’s arms.
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February 14th, 1960
Mr. Summers cleared his throat, sitting on top of a desk at the front of the room. “Class, I have been teaching for thirty-five years, and have assigned my students this very essay every single year since I started. Out of all of my previous teaching, I have never read an assignment that reads as well as this one.”
Heads turned, some kids stopped drawing on the desks and actually paid attention.
“Could Anastacha come up to the front of the class, please?”
She stood, body shaking and terrified. Why was he asking her to come up? Was she going to have to re-explain years of her childhood? Mr Summers handed her back the essay, flipped over.
“Tomorrow, I'd like to use this essay as an example. Before I do so, I would like to mention that the only problem with this essay is that it's not plausible, Anastacha. Doppelgangers seem a bit of a reach…” he continued, making the class tense up.
A boy in the back of the class raised his hand. When called on, his voice was bewildered.
“Mr. Summers, when did you move to Anywhere?”
“I lived here as a child, but moved elsewhere until just this last summer. Why?”
“You should revisit her essay once you visit the Anywhere museum.” the boy responded.
Nobody said anything after that, but Summers just nodded.
That night, he visited the museum with his wife. There were many bits of interesting history, but the doppelganger exhibit was by far the most terrifying thing he had ever seen. There were photos of many different doppelgangers, the preserved forms of the 32 that destroyed the city just a couple of years prior, and even a couple from the astral circle, whose portal had finally been closed.
When he came to the doppelgangers labeled “Stitches,” “Hoon,” and “Zipper,” his entire face dropped. That was a family. Those awful things were impersonating a family, one being his own student, and he said she was lying? He had to imagine what those had been like walking around, but Anastacha didn't. His imagination was her life.
The photos were extra heart breaking. Polaroids taken of residents being interviewed, photos of children crying and adults panicking, photos of multiple attacked people who ended up in the hospital, one being a nationally known model. Even a photo of Anastacha's mother, who had clearly been crying, at the original site of the first doppelganger breach.
The next day, Summers would cross out the “75%” on the header of her essay and write “I was wrong, I'm sorry. You're incredibly brave for writing about this,” with a smiley face and a huge A. Nacha was also given a call and told about her wonderful work.
The next day, in Marigold's class period, familiar words would be read out. It was 7:30am, and Summers had the freshly marked paper in his hand.
“This essay was written by a student in my third period class. Not only can I see the handwriting changing between the adults she interviewed, but she did listen to the main instruction. Can anyone tell me what that is?”
A girl raised her hand. “Don't water down your experiences.”
Summers shouted. “YES! I want you to listen to some of this, because it needs to be shared.” He cleared his throat before landing on a random page and reading from wherever his eyes looked first.
“My mother looked like this when she was carrying me.
The guilt ate her alive, digging into a section of her heart that she didn't know was there. Her mother was just a baby. Now, with the thought returning, the idea of a cigarette seemed so comforting. Maybe then, she'd be more like [her mother].”
No one spoke. Marigold set her head down on her desk.
“She wrote this, in third person, about herself. Her mother was in my English class in 1945. I met that student before she attended Sunview High School. Everyone's lives aren't as they seem.” He sighed deeply. “If you see Anastacha in the halls today, tell her I called her mother.”
When Nacha received the call about Anastacha’s grade, she cried. Nacha dreamed about the day that her child would amount to “more” than she was. Just four years ago, she had been struggling to feed herself and a thirteen year old girl all on her own. Her life finally had evened out, and someone had heard her baby's story.
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Someone knocked on the door while Nacha cleaned. She had a broom in hand, opening the door to see Otto Tymann.
“Mrs. Mikaelys-Mosses?” Otto said, twirling his fingers around. “I came here to apologize.”
She could vaguely see Diana and Franklin, along with his older sister, absolutely howling in the car.
“Well, for what, Otto?” Nacha responded, sweeping some dirt near his feet.
Solemnly, he looked at his feet, then back at her. “Hurting Anastacha.”
Nacha's fists tightened around the broom. “You come here, to my house, to apologize for something from four years ago? Otto, you think you should have done this years ago, no?”
His stomach dropped to the floor.
“I don't accept a word.” Her accent thickened. “You know zat, you know I will not forgive you for hurting her. You have enough brains in there, don't you?”
His voice shook. “I thought-”
“You thought not, Otto! Now get!” She barked. This was entirely unlike her, she would never shout, not unless she was livid.
He shuddered. “I should apologize to Anastacha though, shouldn't I?”
She shoved the broom to his feet. “Go!”
He stayed put. That was a mistake. She shoved the broom at his feet so hard he jumped, before yelling again. “GO! I'll bark at you like a dog, boy! Art arf! Run!”
Then Otto went tumbling down the three feet worth of stairs. Nobody picked him up. Selenne got a video of him whining to his mom about the mean German lady. It soon became an apartment staple.
That, and Nacha became a bit of a legend for fighting off Otto Tymann.
i woke up today and said... hey i wanna waist my time doing lots of tedious linework and rendering braided hair. so i drew danganronpa fluffy yuri slop
i hate that when you try and look up shit for writing purposes it starts linking suicide hotlines and addiction advice articles like bro i just wanna know the information im not killing myself i promise. now tell me what i wanna know
