#so I'll gladly rant about them

[saltynsassy31]

*drags myself through the floor and slams this down*

I present to you

FULLMETAL BARTENDERS AVIAN AU

Divine Nugget Au

(Rant as to why I chose the White-throated Needletail as Blurr's bird and some minor AU lore under the cut)

And that's not all! It comes with a FULL FLEDGED COMIC!!!!!

I spent a whole fucking week on this

I haven't done a comic in 4 years now, I can't believe this is my come-back XD. Though, on that note, know that I probably won't be pumping out any more comics - not any time soon, at least. But I do got more stuff planned for this au! If you ask about it, I'll 100% rant about it LOL

Tw// ⚠️mild gore in the 3rd panel⚠️

While exploring the woods with his team, Swerve had an unfortunate encounter with a crazed hunter. In an attempt to escape, he got injured, but it seems he wasn't the only one caught in the crossfire...

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Okay

So when you look up what the fastest bird in the world is, Google with show the Peregrin Falcom

But there's a catch

The Peregrine is only fast when diving

When it dives to catch its prey, it can go up to 389km/h

Which yeah, pretty fast

But when casually flying, it only goes up to 120 iirc

The Needle Tail?

It can go up to 170km/h

Some have even recorded going over 300! (Close to the Falcon's dive, I believe)

Additionally, these birds only fly. Their habitat is literally listed as "the air," and some even believe they sleep while flying! They only ever land to brood and mate, and then they're off again. Their legs are so short that, if they ground, they can't fly again because it doesn't give enough room to flap their wings.

It fits Blurr perfectly!

It also has a blue-ish colour pattern I can work with lol (it's green, but it looks blue, lol)

Though, also, he isn't 100% like the Needle Tail, just based off of it. I still want avians to be sorta their own species and doesn't have to be exactly like their bird counterparts cuz they aren't them, they're their own thing.

That said, Blurr is one of the shortest from Avians population, still.

They're pretty big.

Another trivial detail of the design!

I was stuck between having his arms be his wings or have them be separate

Until I saw a drawing where they had both, and I realised, "Wait, why isn't that done more often! That's so cool!"

So that's sorta what I did

It's mainly to catch small prey when grounded and to stay better perched up on trees since they're much bigger and having extra fingers helps a lot. Or when they're climbing against a tree to pick up fruits, it gives them an extra boost and can better hang from it

But they're pretty much useless besides that lol

Just neat lil design choice

Other lore stuff. The time in which the au takes place is vaguely modern? But with fantasy aspects? I still haven't decided lol

Technology exists, but not in the way we have it sort of deal, idk, this au is pretty bare bones right now, so go wild with it XD I don't mind it, I love brainstorming it with people. I know this au isn't as big or complex as some others out there, but it's fun, and I hope yall like it too fjsjajaj

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x best friend fem!reader

Summary: When your best friend has said, "—in ten years if we're both single, I'll gladly marry you." You didn't think his words had any weight. Turns out, they did.

Genre: Angsty hurt and comfort

Warnings: if canonTangerine can jump onto a moving bullet train, fanon Tangerine can jump from a train as well, violence, guns, swearing, best friends to lovers, Tan and Lem have real names but they aren't mentioned (apart from the first letter ;)).

~ inspired by @little-miss-dilf-lover <3 ~

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

The party is loud and you're not quite sure how your friends have managed to convince you to come, especially on exam week, but here you are—sweaty, slightly drunk, and also starving?

"Oh, look, it's that guy you like!" Your friend, Allie, exclaims as she points through the swarm of students. She's drunker than you, her words horribly slurred.

You look where she's pointing and see the boy who sits behind you in your Biology class. The one that always looks bored and uninterested and still somehow always has a higher score than you do. It would annoy you if he didn't intrigue you so much. 

"His friend is cute," Allie says, seemingly interested in the boy's friend; the slightly taller boy with the lopsided baseball cap and football jersey. You aren't surprised Allie likes him. His smile could light up any room.

"C'mon, I want his number—" she tugs your arm, practically stumbling over with you close behind.

You know the drink you're nursing is kicking in because you're not nearly as nervous as you should be standing in front of this boy now. His chestnut curls fall across his forehead as he looks at you, his blue eyes so sharp you can almost feel them cut through you. His expression doesn't shift. 

"Hi," you say, watching as Allie and his friend fall into easy conversation beside you. Their voices are drowned out by the music but you can see them laughing as Allie touches his arm. You glance up at the boy from your class—you can't seem to remember his name. Tyler? Theo? Thomas? Something with a T—

"Hey," he says, a question in his voice as he tilts his head and studies you. "Do I know you?"

Embarrassment creeps up your cheeks. "Oh, we're in the same class. Bio? With Professor Cooper?"

Recognition passes across the boy's features but he doesn't mention it. He simply nods, looking away. "Ah," he looks down at you again after a moment, "And what do you want?"

Any sensible person would have fled this conversation immediately, but you're too stubborn and drunk to heed the warnings. You excuse his snappiness because the loud music is annoying you as well. "Do you want to go somewhere quieter?" you ask, chewing your lip. 

You couldn't possibly handle rejection. 

He is silent for a moment, simply staring at you, but he nods and lets you lead him across the party and towards the fire escape. The fresh air feels nice on your skin as you climb, the cool metal from the fire escape pressing against your thighs as you sit on the edge. The boy joins you, sitting in silence for a moment. It isn't awkward, but you assume that's the alcohol. 

You shiver, breathing out into the cold air. 

"Here," he interrupts, handing you his worn-out leather jacket. He doesn't smile, but the gesture is enough to show his kindness and you accept happily, slipping your arms into the velvet of the sleeves. You hum.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it," he says, cracking his first smile of the night. 

Turns out, he isn't as uninterested in you as he seemed. Conversation flows easier and he's surprisingly funny. The drinks you've had makes your cheeks burn and you're now ranting about your favorite fruits, as the boy, whom you still haven't asked his name, looks at you with round, confused eyes.

"You don't like them?!" you practically screech, leaning forward and the boy's arm stops you from falling over the fire escape but he doesn't mention it. Instead, he's staring at you with his eyebrows scrunched. 

"No? I mean, aren't they just oranges? What's so special about them?"

You gasp, blinking at him as if he'd just said the most outrageous thing and a smirk curls his lips. 

"Tangerine's are so delicious! They're much sweeter in taste than an Orange and in China, they also represent good fortune. They're my favorite out of the citrus family. And doesn't the name sound kinda sophisticated? T-an-ger-ine—" you spell out, turning and locking eyes with him. You're too tipsy to see the faint blush creeping up his cheeks but he clears his throat and looks away.

"I'll have to keep that in mind," he hums, looking out into the night sky with a small smile. A few moments pass until he feels a weight on his shoulder and his lips curl downwards. He tilts his head and when he sees your cheek resting on his shoulder, your chest rising and falling with light snores, he doesn't have the heart to move you. 

You look so peaceful. So beautiful. 

Instead, he pulls you in just a little closer and helps you become comfortable on his shoulder. 

~ Around Ten Year Later ~

The rattling from the train wakes you up, your cheek hitting the glass and then you jolt your head up and you quickly wipe your hand across your mouth to eliminate any proof that you'd been drooling in your sleep. Your cheeks burn hot and you look around. Your eyebrows knit together. The compartment is empty. Weird. How long have you been asleep?

You stand, moving into the alley. You look up at the name of the next station and curse. You missed your fucking stop. You pinch your nose. At this point, you're gonna miss your business meeting and your boss might as well fire you. 

You sit down again, holding your head in your hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—" you groan and you startle when you hear the doors of the compartment slide open. Strong footsteps follow. You look up absentmindedly, your breath catching in your throat when you see someone you haven't seen in years. Instantly, you shoot up, catching the man's attention and he pauses. 

Apart from the blue of his eyes, he looks different. His shoulders are slightly broader and he looks hardened by life. His boyish clean-shaven face is replaced by scars and wounds and a thick mustache that shouldn't work with his features as well as it does. 

You're moving on autopilot as you walk away from your seat and into the aisle, looking him over. You must be mistaken. He's covered in blood. He's wearing a dark blue suit, although half of the suit is missing, and he is staring at you like he's just seen a ghost. 

"T–" His name begins to fall from your mouth but he quickly interrupts you and walks over, gently pushing his hand over your mouth. 

"Tangerine," he whispers, his voice hoarse and the familiarity causes a shiver up your spine.

"What?" you ask behind his hand, your body tense. Is this not—

Suddenly, there is a loud screeching and the train comes to a half. You gasp, falling forwards and onto Tangerine's chest.

He topples backwards, his large hand cupping the back of your head, keeping you still against him, as you fall on top of him. He grunts, his side colliding with the bottom of the seats.

You push on your arms, hovering over him. "Are you alright?" You exclaim, examining him for injuries that weren't already there. 

"Just peachy," he grumbles sarcastically, running a hand in his hair. Tangerine sits up once you've scrambled off his lap and his gaze lands on you. He frowns, standing up and helping you up as well. He lowers his gaze to your left hand, his fingers skimming your ring finger and you hold your breath, looking up at him and then down to his left hand.

No ring, you both think as the memory remains ingrained in both your minds.

It had been your twenty-second birthday, the one where your arsehole of an boyfriend had broken up with you and you'd found yourself in Tangerine's dorm, curled up against him on his bed as you cried into his shoulder. Since the party, you've grown into very close friends. He wasn't cold anymore, he was gentle and kind and utterly hopelessly in love with you—something he didn't want you to know. 

"He's a twat," he spits, stroking your hair. 

"I'll be forever alone, T!" You exclaim, not listening to him as you sit up and stare at him with wide teary eyes. What was said next differs from both your memories, but that proposal, the one he'd made of his own accord, remains clear—

"I'll tell ya what, if in ten years we're both single, I'll gladly marry you."

You'd laughed, unaware of the truth behind his words, and neither of you ever mentioned it again. Although, as the years passed and he distanced himself from you—his words lingered in your mind. You'd been sure he'd forgotten them, but judging by the look on his face now—he must not have. 

You pull your hand away and clear your throat, pulling you both from the memory. You're about to ask why he's here and covered in blood but the sound of gunshots interrupts your plan.

Tangerine pushes you behind him, pulling out his revolver from his suit pants and checking the chamber. He curses and points his gun at the door. You grasp his arm and ask in a whisper. "What's happening? And why do you have a gun T—"

"Tangerine," he growls, anticipating your next word, looking at you through the corner of his eye. 

"Why do you keep insisting I call you that? You hate—"

"I don't know who's around," he interrupts. There is another round of gunshots and you tighten your grip on his arm. "Now back up slowly."

You do as he says, sensing an authority he didn't possess ten years earlier. Once you pass the compartment doors, you feel the wind in your hair and look to the side. "T, why is there a hole in the train?!" You ask, watching as Tangerine jams the door with his gun. "Wait—don't you need that?" You squeak.

Tangerine looks at you, his gaze hard. "Do you trust me?" he asks sternly.

Your eyes widen even more as the train suddenly speeds up and you crash into the opposite wall. 

What the fuck is happening?

Tangerine grips your arm and pulls you upright. "Do you trust me," he asks again, his voice strained.

You falter. "I- I don't know!"

"Well make up your mind, because we don't have much time!"

"What?" You gasp when he grabs your waist and pulls you into him, facing him. He walks closer to the hole and you push against him. "Are you crazy?" you hiss, "back up!"

"No," Tangerine looks directly into your eyes, his gaze hard. "Do you trust me?"

"Stop asking me that!" 

He says your name and you pause. Something you can't decipher hangs in the air as you stare at him and before he can ask again, you nod hastily. "I trust you. Okay. I trust you." 

You almost think you see a hint of a smile but then his hand tightens on your waist as the other pushes your face into the crook of his neck. 

And then he jumps through the hole and from the moving train. 

You feel like you can't breathe. For a moment, you're sure you've fallen onto the tracks and you're dead. Nothing hurts, not really, but your eyes are still screwed shut against Tangerine's shoulder. He smells like smoke and pinewood and you can feel his heartbeat against yours. 

He's breathing.

You use your hand and lift yourself. Tangerine's hand falls to his side as he grunts. You realize you're sitting on him. "Fuck," you say and try shifting off him. He only groans more and steadies your hips. You pause, looking down at him; he's bleeding from his shoulder and his hair is damp with blood.

If he didn't already look like shit, he sure does now. 

"Gentle," he coughs, opening one eye. "M-my ribs."

Your blood runs cold and you jump up, not listening to him. Tangerine groans. You look around. The platform is empty and the train has passed. You look at Tangerine and your voice comes out shaky when you say, "You jumped from a moving train! What the fuck is wrong with you?" You kneel down, assessing his injuries. He's hurt but he's still aware and breathing. You press a hand to his side and he hisses. 

"Who the fuck are ya?" A familiar voice rings out and you hear the cocking of a gun. The metal presses against your head and you freeze. Slowly, you turn around and see his brother. 

His name falls from your lips as he does the same with yours and his arm lowers.

"Lemon," Tangerine groans, managing to sit up. He coughs, blood dripping out of his mouth. 

You turn around. "Lemon?" you narrow your gaze and point, "and Tangerine."

Lemon nods, putting his gun away as he kneels beside you. "Code names, so shh," he presses his index to his lips and grins. He turns his attention to Tangerine and cocks his head. "Now what happened to leaving the train normally, and where's the boy?" 

You sit back on your heels, listening to them. 

"They found me. Had a shit ton of guns and shit. And, my landing would have been much easier if I didn't have to cushion her fall," he looks at you but there is no real bite behind his words.

Your cheeks feel warm. "I didn't ask you to do that!" 

"Would ya rather I left ya defenseless on a doomed train?"

Your head is spinning. You fell asleep for what? At most 30 minutes and all went to shit? 

"T, she's clearly shaken up. Be nice."

"I am nice. I saved 'er life." 

Lemon rolls his eyes and assesses his brother's injuries. You watch them, seeing how different and grown-up they look now. Still, they bicker in the same way as they did in Uni and you can't help but smile.

"Next time, we do this together, easy job or not, Lemon says as he helps Tangerine up. The latter leans against him for support and grumbles something in return. He doesn't look very pleased. You stand as well and call after them. 

"Wait," you say and run up to them, "Can I come with you?"

Lemon pauses and looks over his shoulder. "It isn't safe for ya, sweetcheeks. 'Tis best if ya just hurry home now." You hear Tangerine whisper something that sounds like, "don't let her come," and your chest tightens. Still, you don't simply take the no. 

"He needs a doctor," you argue. 

"He's fine."

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"You both know I studied medicine in school. Please. If you won't take him to the hospital could you please let me look him over?" you plead, holding onto Lemon's sleeve. He pauses and looks down at his brother. Tangerine looks pale and more blood drips from his lips. You whisper Lemon's real name and he sighs. 

Soon, you find yourself in a luxury hotel room, kneeling on the floor of the bathroom as you wipe Tangerine's wounds clean. He's leaning against the bathtub, his shirt abandoned on the tile as you apply some antiseptic to the wound on his temple.

He shifts and you shake your head, pushing on his shoulder to steady him. "Stay still," you command and press on the bandages gently, making sure the ice packs stay in place. Tangerine's sharp blue eyes are glued to you. He looks serious and stoic. However, there is also a glossy shield over them from the pain meds you'd given him. It would have been torture to leave him in the state he was in. And after all, it was your fault he'd gotten badly hurt. 

"Why didn't you become a doctor? That's your dream, innit?" he blurts out suddenly, his words slurred. 

You shake your head, smoothing a hand over the bandage. "It was. I guess I wasn't cut out for it—medical school kicked my arse." 

"Bollocks," Tangerine says, narrowing his gaze as he lifts himself up to position himself better against the tub. "Ya were the best in your year at Uni. Everyone knew that. What happened?"

Your heart sinks as you press like cloth against another cut on his cheek. Biting the inside of your cheek, you whisper, "Drop it? Please." How can you tell him you'd just given up when things got hard? How could you tell him when he was your biggest supporter? How could you tell him all that without blaming him for leaving you?

Ten years with no contact. Not one response to your texts or calls. You'd gotten the message quickly enough. 

You push back some of his curls, watching as his head falls back and his gaze remains on you. "I didn't think I would ever see you again," you say, changing the topic of discussion. Tangerine doesn't say anything for a moment until he sniffs. 

"I've seen you," he starts and tilts his head. His voice becomes softer. "In my dreams."

You hold your breath, leaning back against your heels. "T—Tangerine," you whisper.

"You can say my name now," Tangerine exclaims, looking at you almost guiltily. "There is no one that could hurt us. Please, say my name."

You hold your breath before whispering his name. When you do, he shuts his eyes and makes a small sound. You frown, confused why you saying his name would cause this big of a reaction. You feel him reach over, holding your hand and your heart speeds up.

"You aren't married," he breathes out. 

Your gaze snaps to him. 

"Neither am I—" he adds, his thumb stroking over your skin. 

"T—that was years ago—"

"And yet, you remember. You know exactly what I'm referring to because you remember."

There is truth in his words. Had you gone that long without thinking of him or that stupid proposal?

No.

You'd dated and did all you could to pretend that he hadn't said that and to pretend that he wouldn't show up out of the blue and marry you like he'd said. 

And yet here he is, reminding you of his words. 

"I never looked for someone. Not when I knew you were out there somewhere. It's always been you," he admits, his eyes still glossy and he's still breathing heavily like he's in pain. You want to believe him, you do, but realistically you know that it's the pain medication. He isn't thinking properly. 

"That's sweet, T," you say and squeeze his hand. "Really sweet."

He frowns. "It's not supposed to be sweet. It's the truth. I love you."

You stand up, your mind is fuzzy. "Okay–I'm gonna call in your brother. He can take care of you from here—"

"Wait, l-love, it's the truth. I love you. I always have, please don't leave," he pleads but he's in too much pain to walk after you. All he can do is sit there as you slip from his grasp once more. 

Outside, you run into Lemon as he walks over with two warm teas. "What's wrong?" he asks, frowning as he sees the look on your face. You shake your head, not bothering with a response, as you walk to the entrance to find your coat. Coming here was a mistake. This entire ordeal was a simple mistake. A trick of fate.

"Oi, wait." You hear just as you open the front door. You look over your shoulder and an envelope hangs in front of you. You look up, catching Lemon's intense stare, and you only receive a nod. Once outside, the cold air stings your skin as you walk away from the hotel. The city is busy and the lights shine bright over the darkness of the night. You squint, wasting no time in opening and reading the letter—

Y/n,  I know you will not understand why I need to leave. Or why I won’t respond to your calls or your texts. I can’t make you understand either. Not yet, not until I’ve figured things out for myself. It’s too dangerous for us now. I would rather never see you again than put you in harm's way.  I’m not even sure if I will ever send this to you. I don’t think I deserve it. Not after what I must do. But still I must tell you.  Do you remember what I told you? How I would marry you. You laughed and I know you did not believe me. I’m not sure if I will ever see you again anyways, not anymore, but if by luck it’s ten years later and I see you. Just know I’ll marry you in a heartbeat.  Because I love you.  I love you so much.  Yours forever,  T

Your hands tighten around the paper. You think back to the train—the gunshots—the codenames—the codename of your favorite fruit—the mention of a job—and nothing makes sense but the apparent danger you'd been in and one that the brothers' seemed familiar with. 

He left you to protect you.

Tears sting at the corner of your eyes as you press the letter to your chest. You've stopped walking. 

He loves you. 

And you don't want to accept that you love him just the same. 

But you can't help yourself as you run back to his apartment, his real name falling from your lips as your tears roll down your cheeks. 

[dearmizumi]

This somehow gave me motivation to actually finish writing that one Ao3 angst-filled fanfic I'm working on focused on mainly the mtt/bad sanses gang...

Yeah, I should start finishing up that first chapter that's been sitting in my draft for a few days now.

For those who are curious on what the fic is about, it's where I decided to kill off my lovely boy Killer and see how badly I can make the others suffer and grieve while ghost killer is forced to watch, unable to help NOR receive help from anyone else basically causing everyone to spiral dig themselves deeper into the "very unstable and unhealthy mental, emotional and physical health hole".

Dwww, it gets better for them at some point! (I think)

WAIT I JUST REALIZED IF KILLER'S GONE THEN WHOS GONNA TAKE CARE OF THE CATS????

god there are NO mtt centric fics on ao3 that i haven't already read 😭😭😭 so i have to resort to reading fics about my secondary interest but then it just hurts more because i end up missing not thinking about the mtt. they're like a drug to me if i go for too long not consuming good content (art fanfics videos rambles) of the mtt i start to actually tweak out

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY WYNNE - PARTY BANTER *  assorted banter from dragon age: origins

you must know that murder is wrong, i assume.

i feel guilty for having ever spoken to you.

i am going to walk away now. calmly. coolly. this is to save you the pain of having your brain forcibly removed through your ears.

please get to the point.

cherish this. it may not last.

you were watching her. with great interest, i might add. in fact, i believe you were enraptured.

wait... why do you have that look on your face?

what are you thinking about now? no. i don't want to know. i feel dirty. do not speak to me.

i have a name. we all do.

you do speak your mind, do you?

it was a serious question.

must you be such a child? are you incapable of a single, serious conversation?

have you changed your mind yet?

enough. i am ending this conversation.

i am going to walk away now.

we are not having this conversation.

perhaps you could save a life, instead? one for every life you have taken.

it is not a game. you either know right from wrong or you do not.

i once had my portrait painted by an artist in the square here. it wasn't very good.

now that you're in an intimate relationship, you should learn about where babies really come from.

i like you, [name]. you deserve to be happy.

you go ahead and rant, and i'll just not my head if you like.

what exactly are you implying?

be careful who you flirt with.

it would not be the first time i woke to a younger man in my bed.

you have a barbed tongue, [name]. tell me, why do you speak to others this way?

there are good reasons for the world to fear mages, even despite our best intentions.

touch nothing! i don't think they clean the surfaces in this place very often.

everyone's gone... or dead. i fear the worst.

this cannot continue.

these people don't deserve what has happened to them.

i thought it was a legend.

i could not have asked for a greater honor than to be here. i will never forget this feeling.

many enter this forest and are never seen again. let's hope we don't join them.

there's something about this place that makes my skin crawl.

i didn't expect it to be this crowded.

what hideous habits you've picked up.

can't you mend your own clothes? why do i have to do it?

stop fussing with it. you'll make it worse.

[name], if you open that wound up, i'm not going to heal it again. you can just treat it yourself.

if you decide to slaughter me out of hand, i'm sure you would at least inform me first, no?

what makes you think i have any children at all?

i suppose i'll take that as a comment on my demeanor and not my age.

why thank you, [name]. i am quite touched. i like you, too.

those who do not heed to lessons of history are doomed to repeat them.

you are dangerous, [name]. dangerous, cunning, and thoroughly deceitful.

when the end comes, i will go gladly to my rest, proud of my achievements. while you... you will see how empty your life was. you will realize that because you never had love for others, you never received love in return. and you will die alone and unmourned.

i suppose i should be flattered.

very well, let's have a taste.

what are you... never mind, i don't want to know.

i never looked at you. definitely not in that way.

i bought you a towel, a bar of soap, and a razor while we were at the market.

i am not interested in your innuendos, your propositions, or your bodily emanations.

no! keep it to yourself! i'm serious!

i do what i do because i enjoy it, because i enjoy teaching others, helping them.

i do not seek recognition for my works.

i heard you were quite happy there.

i think you're missing the point.

it is precisely this kind of talk that made them wary of you. opinions that differ from your own are always threatening.

it is sometimes so hard to believe that you have been through so much at such a young age.

i do hate being compared to wine. or cheese.

thank you, i was wondering where it got to.

do not worry for me, or for yourself. death will take us when it wills and 'til then, we shall live. truly live.

it's much warmer where you're from, isn't it? don't you feel cold?

i didn't mean to stare.

i can't even begin to tell you whats wrong with that idea.

you can stop flinching. i'm not going to harm you.

[intimidaid]

hi guys i wanted to come on here and rant about my boyfriend because he's literally my boyfriend (mha dr)

making katsuki my bf is def controversial within the mha shifter community because he's lowkey insufferable but let me explain why he's literally my man

we've been childhood friends since kindergarten. how am i friends with him? he yells at me (or others) = i yell at him. this repeats infinitely like a positive feedback loop. he has anger issues, i like triggering them because it's funny when he's angry. this eventually translates into constant play fighting

when we get our Quirks, we get more touchy, but not because of affection. his Quirk (which makes him smell like spicy burnt caramel, by the way,) makes him constantly be slightly hyperthermic. not enough to be dangerous, but enough to bother him (which is partially why he's always so irritable and angry — the boy is literally boiling alive from the inside). my Quirk is a weird mix and match of my parents' quirk, and it usually doesn't really resemble theirs, but there's one major part of my mom's quirk that i inherited; i'm always slightly hypothermic. not enough to be dangerous, but enough to bother me. the two of us quickly discover that we can balance each other out, working like an ice cube heating up from the warm tea it's in (and the tea cooling down from the ice). being at a normal temperature is very relieving when you're always on the edge of overheating/overcooling. queue almost constant casual touches; shoves, arms over shoulders, hair ruffling, and, once my self preservation is doomed enough (or when i trust him enough), even occasional hugs. just for body temperature regulation — quid pro quo, not necessarily affection. and it does calm us both down significantly.

as preteens we are literally THE delinquents. like we'll cuss anyone out, we dgaf. and if they cuss one of us out? they gotta deal with either his explosive tantrums or my own catty, bitchy one liners. or both. we don't take shit, and we'll gladly throw it right back at anyone who tries to give us any

my Quirk is overpowered but he's physically stronger and we both make it each other's problems. "shitty bimbo!" "i could literally turn you into a pancake rn" "shut up or i'll punch your lights out!" "oh noo, my pretty facee.. not like i'd just heal any marks you leave". neither of us can outdo the other because we beat each other in different areas. but we're both competitive so we keep trying over and over again — and of course, the result is different every time, so there's never a conclusive "i'm better than you"

"but his personality is so insufferable!!" but it's so much fun to challenge him.

and we actually DO care a lot about each other, mind you. not only can we both relate to everyone in our childhood swearing "you'll be the number one hero for sure!!" and then having to live up to that (which brings pressure even if we believe it), but we're just... friends??? of course we care.

so of course he pulls me into the same portal as him when the villains scatter our class at USJ, because "i know you can handle yourself alone, but i'd rather blast the shitty extras myself." and of course i follow him through the portal at the training camp when he's being kidnapped (before kurogiri warps me out of the base again and back to the training camp), because dude that's my best friend, only i get to beat the shit out of him. did i mention how his first words after getting rescued are "where's the shitty doll"? did i mention how i come running when i get the phone call?

katsuki doesn't publicly show that he cares. he won't pick me up when i fall down or comfort me when i'm hurt. what he will do, though? he'll silently hover near me when i'm vulnerable, letting me process things at my own pace while he glares at anyone who tries to approach. or he'll swing open the doors he walks through because "he's a delinquent with no manners", but only when i'm behind him, so i won't have to open the door myself.

so, is he a total asshole with anger issues to last generations? absolutely. but not to the people closest to him.

oh, and how do we start dating? denki and mina make us kiss under a mistletoe in our third year, lol.

shouto doesn't really get what i see in him, but he's happy as long as i'm happy. he does know katsuki's anger issues, though, so he makes me promise to tell him if katsuki ever shows any red flags, because he obviously doesn't want his sister to marry someone like his dad. valid!

and izuku? he TRIES to be worried... but after the first few times witnessing the way katsuki will flat-out refuse to handle me roughly and without care (outside of sparring), he just can't imagine katsuki hurting me.

touya (who survives the war and is placed under Enji's supervision in a kind of house arrest situation) claims he reserves the right to kill katsuki if the boy lays a single finger on me. excessive, but love you anyway touya-nii <3 even if the blueflame user could have my back slightly less violently...

[smashmeleeganondorfsno1fan]

Hii. I was wondering if you could write some sort of Ganondorf Whump/ Hurt comfort? I would love to see some sort of vulnerable aspects especially with loss of consciousness and maybe delirium?

Thanks for the ask, anon, I really love being able to delve into Ganon's more vulnerable side. You didn't specify which Ganondorf you wanted or why he was delirious, so I just decided to go with OoT Ganondorf as I'm most confident with him.

I may end up doing more headcanons on this subject, or a drabble if the inspiration strikes me.

UPDATED AS OF 09/05/25

OoT Ganondorf when corrupted by the Triforce of power - Headcanons

As I've said in my 'ranking Ganons by how yandere I think they are' post (which I'll link at the end), Ganondorf gets worse the crazier he gets. Post-time skip, OoT Ganondorf is a 4, so more on the extreme side.

As comes with the territory of being a level 4 yandere, this Ganondorf would be exceptionally possessive of you, though would belittle you even more than he would have previously, his tone serious unlike his previously teasing comments.

Likely has you confined to the castle, "for your safety" he claims. "There are many in these lands who would gladly do away with you if it meant getting to me. If you have any sense, you will obey me on this".

Not to imply that he doesn't care about you, of course. It all comes from a mixture of his insanity and his desire to assert power over you, elevated by the Triforce.

Corrupted, he becomes rather erratic, manic even. Reliant on and vulnerable with you to an extent, yet somehow harsher and more cruel than he was before.

Similar to how TP Ganondorf views his beloved (the headcanons to which I'll also link), this Ganondorf would also view them as an emblem of his victory over Hyrule. Somewhat putting them on a pedestal as the one person he trust enough to be vulnerable with.

He rants, sometimes nonsensically, and will be absolutely peeved if you fail to listen.

His touches are either much more forceful than before, or much gentler depending on his mood. Sometimes he holds you as if you were made of glass.

The power of the Triforce has made him into a new man, in a sense. When he isn't releasing any amount of stress onto you, he can come off quite cold and distant, as if he has much more important things on his mind.

He has little desire to be vulnerable with you, and yet finds himself doing so very often. In moments of intimacy especially.

Ganondorf knelt almost submissively, his head resting just beneath your ribs as his long nose poked into the flesh of your stomach. His breathing was laboured as he pulled you closer yet, wrapping his muscular arms around your hips, nearly crushing you in his strong hold. You sighed, weaving your fingers through his crimson hair, long and beautiful, symbolic of the prosperity his reign was supposed to bring. Did anything prosper under him? Could anything? He lifted his head slightly, gazing up at you with intensity. Those eyes- it had been so frightening to see him change over these past seven years; seeing him grow taller yet, stronger, more powerful, the humane whites of his eyes turn yellow and sickly as they bore into you now. It was difficult not to pity him, in a way, driven nearly mad by the power granted to him. Poor, sweet Ganondorf...

There's nothing you can really do to "fix" him in this state. Just don't fight him on anything and let him confide in you and things will likely work out. Unless...

When he becomes Ganon, he elevates to almost a 4.5.

He hasn't lost himself, not completely anyways, but he's almost overwhelmed by an animalistic possessiveness when it comes to you.

He's more erratic, if such a thing were possible.

I don't think he'd lose consciousness for extended periods in his bore form, perhaps in brief spurts. When he does, he's almost gentler than he normally is with you.

Which is very when he's Ganon. He's definitely over 8 feet now, not to mention that his tusks could rip you to shreds if he isn't careful.

Though, this form is only temporary and he reverts back to his previous self along with all his previous behaviour in the end.

He'd be very touched if his beloved wasn't frightened of his boar form, something which may heighten his intimate connection with them.

TP Ganondorf headcanons:

https://www.tumblr.com/smashmeleeganondorfsno1fan/781623134038245376/hello-enjoyed-reading-your-work-very-much?source=share

Yandere tier list:

https://www.tumblr.com/smashmeleeganondorfsno1fan/781354574526169088/ganons-ranked-by-how-yandere-i-think-theyd-be?source=share

[jellyfishandry]

Izuku w/ a drop dead gorgeous s/o

Content: Reader has hair, established relationship, kissing, gn reader, some jealously and insecurity,

A/N: I was gonna add Katsuki too, but Izuku's got pretty long, so I'll probably put his in a separate post.

Despite training to be a hero, his self-esteem isn't the highest. So he has no idea why someone as stunning as you would want to date him.  When he asked you out he was kinda expecting you to reject him. But you didn't.  Receiving kisses from you makes him red, especially if he's around his classmates or friends. He loves forehead kisses. They're so sweet and comforting and he likes the feeling of you brushing his bangs out of the way. Whenever you walk into the room (especially when it's early in the relationship,) his cheeks get a little pink, and he has to take a moment to collect himself. You're just so attractive he can't help it. He's aware of the looks you get, and it doesn't really bother him. But if someone is being weird or making you uncomfortable then he gets frustrated and a little jealous. There are times where he questions your attraction towards him. He doesn't feel like he's handsome enough to even be seen with you… But you quickly notice that something is off, and you ask him about it. He's hesitant at first to tell you, but he does. And he feels a lot better when you reassure him that you love him for who he is, and not anyone else. He loves seeing your gorgeous face every time he opens his phone. Especially when you haven't seen each other in a while. Your voice too. He loves hearing you talk. It's like music to his ears and it calms him. But he actually gets surprised and a little flustered when you comment on the things he's ranting about.  He's used to people tuning him out, so it's a pleasant surprise when you listen to him. And the look on your face makes him feel so loved. A small smile on your lips, and your eyes completely focused on him. At first it made him nervous, having your undivided attention for such a long time.  He wanted to impress you with the new things he had learned, that he'd start stuttering and tripping over his words. Eventually he becomes comfortable enough to be cuddling with you while he rants. He really likes when you play with his hair. Especially when he's having a rough day. He’ll gladly do the same for you, he loves the feeling of your hair between his fingers. Around others he might seem like he's overly clingy, but he isn't.  He's very clear with boundaries, and he'd never do anything to make you uncomfortable. He'll ask to hold your hand or simply touch you.  Your boundaries are very important to him. And if someone else crosses your boundaries, he'll be quick to tell them to back off and stop bothering you.  He loves going shopping with you and he really thinks you look good in anything.  He wants to see you in the clothes you love and are comfortable in. He can't deny that the first time he saw you out of your school uniform, he was absolutely blown away at how stunning you looked in your clothes of choice. Every time you kiss him he's amazed at how soft your lips are. He sometimes feels bad though because his lips are often dry and chapped. But when you tell him that it doesn't make a difference and you love kissing him no matter what, he feels better. He might end up coming to you and asking about what chapstick is most effective. He just kinda assumes you know because your lips are so soft and smooth.  During longer kisses he'll occasionally grab your sleeves or arms.  Your kisses practically break him, so he has to hold onto you so he can ground himself and not fall over… You don't mind though. It's honestly kinda cute. If you cup his face or play with his hair during a kiss, he might just melt in the spot.  He's so thankful to have someone as amazing as you as his partner.  He loves you so much.

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Alright so um ANOTHER tword rant this time very fucking long (very silly and wholesome and full of stupidity) because I'm tweaking out guys (SOMEONE'S FAULT), so um, whoever doesn't want to read this long ass storytime skip it

But like, I keep talking about this friend often in my posts right? Alright, so um, she's NOT in the community right? I told her about this interest I had from the very beginning, but she didn't get it at first.

Tell me why lately she has been checking my stuff?? TELL ME WHY SHE HAS STARTED TO FEED MY DELUSIONS??? It isn't like her at all. Or at least, she wouldn't have done that last year??? I'm not okay. Tell me why the other day I sent her that comic I drew of me and her and she said "thank you for the info"???? Tell me why when I said I hated her she replied "says the girl who told me her TICKLE spots with a comic"????

why. Must you say. The wretched word. That makes me go all stupid and giddy and flustered.

She didn't do this before??? IT HAS GOTTEN WORSE

Can't say I'm not loving it, not just that but she's getting more affectionate lately.

Anyway, whatever, um, she's been busy lately and I'm very used to treating each other in a "heavy" kinda way??? Like, lots of insults and not usually affectionate comments. There is a hidden layer of obvious affection between the two, we obviously love to spend time together and such but we're not saps too often. Not her at least, maybe me.

She thinks about affectionate things but doesn't voice them out loud, that's why IM TWEAKING OUT RIGHT NOWWW she's getting so affectionate and I'm NOT used to it, she checked my blog and saw all my posts about her (she's gonna be checking this shit too watch) and I can tell that she loves it. I can hear her smiling from the other side of the call, I can hear her giggling to herself and muffling her voice with her pillow. Apparently she loves when I ramble about her.

She saw my recent post talking about her and her dog and told me on call "you wish it was you huh?" And all I could do was sputter whatever stupidity cause she's right and it pisses me off

After she saw that, she went silent for a few minutes and I felt suspicious. I casually asked what she was doing because she's been snooping on my things lately, and she said "I'll gladly show you"

She wrote the following thing.

She wrote.

I'm.

Sje.

U33h3n..HAHSYDYEHE..DI3Y373B..DJEU3HVRTM.EJEU3IHEWIJE.

IM OKAY.

So like um I took a break. Then two. Then rambled and stuttered and sputtered and tweaked out, but now that I calmed down I can confidently say...

I really love her. She makes me happy, she's amazing. Not just because of the tickle stuff but in general. The fact that she wrote this so sweetly, smiled and giggled to herself when she heard my reaction, the fact that she does this on purpose. The fact that she's expressing how she feels about me even more, the fact that she's getting more confident about showing me these things.

Because yes, keep doing it. I love it. I love reading it. I love your stupidity and the things you do for me. Talk more to me about your favorite characters, tell me more about the scenarios that come to mind when you think about us. It doesn't have just something I like, but in general. She makes me so unreasonably happy and she doesn't realize it.

You'll think it's over, but she wrote more. Here it is.

yup. Um. Friends. Right. We're. Um. Right. I'm not okay.

I really needed to get all the sweet things out of my chest and all the things I think about her, sorry for my moots who might come across my stupid ranting. I wanna get to hold her too and praise her and tell her how amazing she is (things bros would do ☝️☝️) and just cherish her because what the fuck. I'll go to sleep with a smile on my face tonight because of her and all of the things she said.

And I hope I get to have this effect on her too one day. I like when she smiles. She has a pretty smile and the sweetest of giggles, even if she doesn't realize it. She might have to watch out for the wave of affection that will come once we're reunited.

And I think that's pretty much it. Surely other special things happened, but if I were to put everything in here nobody would read it sooo I'll just stop here heydkhdkdhd yup if anyone went through this whole thing congratulations

[tomlivingspace]

banging on the table RANT ABOUT TIGERHEART!!!

the thing about tigerheart is like. he meets dovewing as dovepaw when the group from all the clans goes on the beaver expedition. his FIRST interaction with her is after they run into dogs and he says "don't worry dovepaw, i'll protect you". and from that point forward he proceeds to seek her out.

jayfeather finds tigerheart lurking on the wrong side of thunderclan border. the next day, dovepaw recognizes tigerheart's scent during a patrol. she confront him out of earshot of the rest of their patrols, and he asks her not to tell anyone it was him, and that he'll explain it to her during the gathering.

during the gathering, tigerheart makes a point to get dovepaw alone. he then basically goes "we're friends right? if i trust you, will you trust me? :)" and proceeds to not tell her what he was doing. dovepaw extends physical contact because she can tell something's bothering him, and then he proceeds to get VERY VERY close to her.

"He seemed desperate for her to understand. She curled her tail to touch the tip of his. He stiffened at her touch, but didn’t draw his tail away; instead, he leaned forward and rested his nose against her ear fur...The warmth of his breath on her ear made her shiver. It smelled sweet, for a ShadowClan cat's breath." (Fading Echos, 69)

Dovepaw pulls away after realizing how close together they are. the MOMENT another cat comes even somewhat close to where they are, tigerheart RUNS away despite them being at a gathering.

they bump into each other while dovepaw is on patrol again, and dovepaw accidentally wanders into shadowclan territory. she apologizes, and tigerheart says, "'It's okay. I trust you. We're friends, right?'" (Fading Echos, 123). he then once again gets very physically close to her, pressing his muzzle against hers. they talk casually for a little, but he keeps going back and forth from casual to intimate which makes dovepaw uncomfortable.

“I tried to visit Sedgewhisker, you know...But everyone got so angry with me!...But I was worried about her. We’re all Clan cats, aren't we? Is it wrong to care about one another?” Tigerheart gazed into her eyes. “No, it isn’t.” Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Dovepaw looked away. “Do you remember when the dam burst?” Tigerheart’s mew was brisk, as though he could sense her discomfort and wanted to distract her. “The river nearly washed us to StarClan.” He stood up and began to knead the ground. “And we had to cling to nothing but branches to keep our heads above water.” He leaped for a low twig jutting from a pine trunk and swung by his forepaws. Dovepaw purred with amusement. “What about trying to drag the logs out of the dam? That was like trying to pull the forest up by its roots!” “I thought you were so brave!” Tigerheart told her. “You were braver,” she argued. “No way! I was terrified!” “I couldn't tell.” Dovepaw found herself staring into his soft amber eyes. Words dried on her tongue. (Fading Echos, 123-124)

god sorry really quick aside im skimming to find the correct context and i fucking hate flametail's pov. anyway. they bump into each other AGAIN and tigerheart talks about how much he hates borders. he then asks to see dovepaw that night. when they meet, tigerheart takes her outside of clan territory. they play around, and all of a sudden, once again, he starts to get really intimate with her and asks to be her mate.

“Without you, I’d be dead now. You’re my hero. How can I possibly thank you?” Dovepaw lifted her chin, playing along. “You must bring me mice,” she mewed haughtily. “And a fresh squirrel every day for a moon. And new moss for my nest. And . . .” She flicked his chin with her tail-tip. “You must follow me around all day and pick the burrs out of my pelt.” The playfulness drained from Tigerheart’s warm amber gaze. Dovepaw tensed, wondering if she’d teased him too much. “I’d gladly do all that for you.” His mew was as steady as his gaze. “You didn’t have to save my life first.” Dovepaw stared back. “I didn’t really save your life,” she whispered. “It was just a tiny crack. That log could still hold your weight.” “Maybe,” Tigerheart agreed. “But you were worried about me. That means you care, right?” Dovepaw saw doubt flicker in the young ShadowClan warrior’s gaze. “I mean, you care more than if we were just friends?” he pressed. Dovepaw swallowed. For the first time she actually felt like she had the power of the stars in her paws. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I care.” Her heart twisted in her chest, half in pain, half in joy. “I shouldn’t, but I do.” A purr rose deep in her chest as Tigerheart leaned forward and touched his muzzle to hers. Their breath billowed into a single cloud. He twisted his tail around hers, and warmth spread beneath her pelt. Tigerheart sighed. “We’d better get back, before we’re missed.” He pulled away, but only far enough to let her get to her paws. Together they padded to the nest entrance, fur brushing fur. They paused on the smooth rock, and Dovepaw stared out at the forest stretching down toward the distant lake. “This is going to work, right?” “Yes,” Tigerheart promised. “No boundaries are ever going to be strong enough to separate us.” Dovepaw blinked at him. “Really?” She wanted to believe it. She had to believe it. Nothing had ever felt so important. “Let’s meet again before half-moon,” Tigerheart suggested. “Tomorrow.” Dovepaw felt bold. “Do you think we could leave camp two nights in a row?” Tigerheart’s eyes widened. “You’d take that risk?” “It’s worth it.” She brushed his cheek with her nose. His scent felt warm on her tongue. He was hers now. He didn’t belong to ShadowClan. They belonged to each other. (Night Whispers, 57)

after this point tigerheart makes a big deal about how dovepaw's denmates would notice her absence, to which she replies that only ivypaw is in the apprentice den with her right now. anyway. they part. eventually ivpaw finds out about their meetings. she confronts dovepaw about it, reveals to her that tigerheart is training in the dark forest. dovepaw accuses ivypaw of being jealous of tigerheart's romantic interest in her.

"That’s not true! You’re just jealous!” Dovepaw shrieked at her sister. She couldn’t believe these lies. “You’re jealous that I’m a better warrior than you. I always have been and I always will be, and you can’t stand it. And now you’re jealous that Tigerheart loves me and not you! You want to destroy everything I’ve got because you’re jealous. That’s all!” Ivypaw’s eyes gleamed. “Really? Why not ask Tigerheart?” “Shut up!” Dovepaw scrambled up the bank. “If you tell anyone that I’m seeing Tigerheart, then I’ll tell the whole Clan you’ve been training in the Dark Forest with Tigerstar, and then you’ll have no friends. Everyone will hate you as much as I do!” She pelted through the trees. “You forgot your catch,” Ivypaw called after her. “You take it!” Dovepaw yowled back. “Then your Clanmates might think you’ve done something right for a change!” (Night Whispers, 82)

they meet regularly, though it doesnt say how often, in the middle of the night. the intimacy in their meetings increases, they rub faces against each other, get in real close. dovepaw off-handedly mentions jayfeather's herb patch, and she's suspicious of tigerheart's interest, but she offers to steal some for him. he tells her no, and she insists, and he tells her thank you. of course, he does this after making it very clear that littlecloud could die if he doesn't get treated, only to then back down so she can believe it was HER decision.

ivypaw happens upon the two of them during this and tries to get tigerheart to reveal his participation in the dark forest. a shadowclan patrol approaches, tigerheart shoves dovepaw into brambles, and the patrol finds tigerheart and ivypaw on the border, and they take ivypaw prisoner. tigerheart then immediately reveals the information about jayfeather's herb garden despite dovepaw offering to get some for him. after this tigerheart becomes cold, cutting dovepaw off completely. when she confronts him, he said he's been meaning to talk to her but hasn't been able to. dovepaw breaks up with tigerheart. this is the end of their relationship while dovepaw is an apprentice.

so first and foremost: even if tigerheart is a "young" warrior, HIS BROTHER IS A FULLY TRAINED MEDICINE CAT. he has to be at least a year and a half old, compared to dovewing's 7 months MAYBE when they met. and from that point, he has been going out of his way to initiate contact with her, repeatedly confirms that they are "friends" and that she trusts him, tests her by giving her little secrets to keep for him to make sure she won't tell anyone about him. the fact he goes on to take her to a second location and then ask if they can be "more than friends" WHILE SHES STILL AN APPRENTICE?????? is absolutely fucking insane. he's clearly manipulating her, fishing for information about goings on in thunderclan and the like, trying to get what he wants and mold her into someone that would be okay breaking the rules FOR HIM. whenever someone gets close to finding out about them, he runs, he tries to leave their meetings as quickly as possible. and then, when ivypaw discovers their relationship for sure, he turns cold and pretends like nothing was between them at all. he uses the information she gives him both with the dark forest and with shadowclan. and, the most poignant part, is the fact dovepaw is becoming too tired to focus during training while seeing him. her clanmates notice shes tired and comment on it, ivypaw notices. shes a teenager being groomed by an adult who is using her. when he gets what he wants out of her and when he gets it, he leaves. dovepaw believes she ends the relationship, but its evident that its over before that.

people hate thistleclaw. people hate dustfern. people hate hawkivy. people have noted the fact brambleclaw is so much older than squirrelpaw and how that skews the power dynamic, but even THEY don't start dating until theyre both adults. so the fact that tigerdove is still seen as a cutsey pure what the fuck ever ship is kind of disgusting to me. if you want to rewrite it, WHATEVER. i just think its interesting that every other age gap ship is rightfully criticized, but tigerdove very seldom is.

[edith-hyde]

Hey, I don't know if you still up for it ot whether you have some rules about requests, but I've seen your post about doing Peter Hale x reader and others. And I'd really like to see your general dating headcanons with Peter Hale or Chris Argent💛

I've got so many ideas for a Peter Hale series! I hope to start posting it eventually. I will gladly do a dating headcanons for him. And I'll throw in Chris too. Everything here will be safe for work, of course. Enjoy!

Dating Peter Hale

He was so scared to tell you the truth about what he was, but when you found out, you didn't care.

He loves showing off his money. Expect expensive gifts.

But he's not a fan of huge crowds, so no big fancy dinners. He much prefers to eat in private with just the two of you. Or maybe at some small place.

Does NOT like candle lit dinners. Nor a yule log at Christmas. Or grilling out.

You and he learn how to cook together because he's so used to just buying all his meals. There's a lot of burned chicken, but also a lot of joy and laughter and making out in the kitchen. (That's why it burned.)

He's very touch starved. When you first start dating, he flinches every time you touch him. It takes some time, but eventually he can't keep himself from reaching for your hand or laying on your shoulder. He's heavy but you're fine with it.

He wants to make all the plans so you don't have to worry about anything. Just trust him to know what's best.

If you have family, they probably aren't too fond of him. He brings expensive wine to get-togethers though, so that might put him in their good graces if they like that kind of thing. If not, he'll depend on his usual charms. It might take awhile, but they'd eventually accept that he's here to stay.

Expect calls in the middle of the night. Or he might just show up. He doesn't sleep well and he needs comfort from the nightmares. If he hasn't slept the night before, he will curl up in your lap on your sofa and sleep. Stroking his hair really helps. When he's truly comfortable with you, he's prone to just falling asleep just so long as you're somewhere nearby. He especially likes to nap while you're driving.

Loves to just walk with you in the woods.

He's surprisingly knowledgeable about furniture and helps you decorate your house or apartment.

He wants everyone to know that you belong to him. He purposefully nuzzles into your hair to leave his scent on you. He loves giving you his jacket too. All the werewolves in town know you're taken.

Despite his bravado, he's constantly worried that you're going to leave him. He needs regular assurances that you love him.

He gets jealous easily. Your guy friends might wanna watch out. And you might have to have a long talk with Peter and get it through his head that they're not a threat to your relationship. Once he's 100% sure, this calms down. But he still doesn't like men fliting with you.

You help him rebuild his relationship with Malia and he loves you even more for it. The three of you sometimes get together and do dinner. You're there to console her when she and Scott break up and you have to keep Peter from going to LA and trying to kill Scott for a third time.

He constantly brags about having you to Derek and anyone else who will listen.

He will listen to you rant about work and the people that bother you. Then he'll offer to take them out. You assume he's joking, but sometimes, if they really upset you, he totally means it.

He will show up at your work and pester you. It's distracting, but you love seeing him.

His name for you in his phone is "My Queen".

He gives great skin care advice and has a wonderful sense of fashion. Also knows all the best hair care products. He loves to take you shopping for new stuff and buys everything. He gets broody if you won't let him shower you in gifts.

Sometimes when he's emotional, his eyes will turn blue and he will turn away because he's worried about scaring you. When you kiss him despite his fangs, he knows you truly don't care. You're even kinda into it much to his amusement.

If he upsets you, expect a huge vase of flowers. If you're not a flowers person, he gets chocolates or some kind of jewelry. He knows he can't buy your affections, but that isn't going to stop him from trying. He will eventually give a proper apology, but he hates admitting that he was wrong. Consider yourself lucky if he does.

Dating Chris Argent

He's the sweetest thing on the planet. His tired blue eyes and sad smile make you melt every time.

He lights up every time he sees you.

He lets you pick where you go to dinner, though he usually surprises you with a home made meal. This man can cook and you love it.

Brings you coffee or hot chocolate almost every morning.

Mows your grass and fixes your car for you without being asked.

You like to watch him clean his guns after a mission.

Sometimes comes home with some pretty gnarly wounds. You always clean him up and make him promise it won't happen again. But it keeps happening anyways. He hates to make you worry, but he has a job to do.

Early in your relationship, he constantly tries to run. He's afraid that if you love him, you'll die like everyone else has. It takes you awhile, but you eventually manage to convince him that you're not going anywhere.

Date night is just diner and a movie on his couch. He's not a fan of hanging out in public. But he will go to the park with you on sunny days. If you have an interest in guns, he'll take you to a shooting range.

He likes to just dance with you around the kitchen when he's in a really good mood.

He takes you on trips to France after you've been together for awhile, and shows you all the best places away from the crowds.

If you have any family, they are wary of him at first, but then they love him. He's so respectful. Your mom wants you to marry him tomorrow.

He has some trouble sleeping and can often be found sitting on his back porch, having a beer at night. If you show up, he finds it easier to get some rest.

He will always do his best to keep you safe. He might even train you how to fight if you ask.

If he does train you, you like to distract him while sparring by kissing him. It works every time.

He often has Scott and his friends over for dinner. You love having so many fun people around.

In a perfect world, Isaac comes and visits often and once accidentally calls you mom. Chris thinks it's hilariously adorable.

If he upsets you, he gives a sincere apology. You can't stay mad at those sad blue eyes no matter how hard you try.

[the-blossica-fan]

Blossica and A Nightmare At Green Lake

An analysis made by THE Blossica fan

Why do I love Blossica? Why is it so important for A Nightmare At Green Lake? Would the story be the same without it?

In this long rant I call "Analysis", I will tell you my thoughts, the reasons and MY opinion on this ship and its importance to the entire event.

It can not be yours, and I'll gladly listen to your thoughts and reasons, but here's why it is so important and the story wouldn't be the same without it.

It has been edited, there might be some more changes if I see any inconsistencies.

Let's start by what most people call this ship, Childhood friends to lovers. I've seen a lot of people call it that, and while it's not wrong, it's also not right.

The better term Is "Childhood crush", as Blonney (Jennifer) is Jessica's childhood crush.

Must take into account that Blonney never knew of Jessica's existence, the OG Jessica was Blonney's imaginary friend, Changeling/Jessica just happened to hear it and thought it was Blonney giving her a name.

Why childhood crush? Well, it's pretty easy to know that Jessica's infatuation that persisted through the years is far more than just friendship. From things like reviving all the stories she told, retelling them and even exhausting them for everyone else.

It's also not a secret that she has probably been looking for someone to replace Blonney's space in her heart, which is why no one has ever seen as interesting in her eyes.

In Vertin's words "What happened to those people that accepted to stay with you? When you ran out of available games, they were no longer adored by you. I can stay longer than them, but with no exceptions. I'll become boring one day." These words are a hint to something.

No one can replace Blonney's place in Jessica's heart.

And, what about Blonney?

Blonney is definitely a lesbian, but this is no headcanon, in fact, I'd argue this is definitely canon. From design hints like those hair clips (this is Bluepoch, they pay heavy detail to their models, this is definitely not a coincidence), to even more hidden hints in her stories.

Since a child, Blonney has been writing in her diary stories, but you know what's interesting? Blonney describes the women as beautiful, like in the story about the dead bride.

A bride that looks for other happy brides? Mmm, doesn't it sound weird?

Blonney also describes Anne/Anna in extra detail, as if she had some sort of fixation with her. Let's remember that this description of characters is not only a script, but Blonney's own thoughts written on paper. When she criticizes herself, saying she'll pay for her doings one day, it feels crude and out of place because that is what she thinks about herself: That she'll pay for being a liar and mean (an arcanist and a lesbian)

The event itself also tells us enough for it to not be speculation, but absolutely straight up in your face.

Blonney's denial of her arcanist self (she punched Jason and yelled that she was not an arcanist, for those with internalized homophobia, this is a common reaction. Anger), the iconic couch scene and later on, her discussion with Jessica.

"How many times do I have to tell you how much I hate being called an arcanist", this is similar to a reaction I had before, denial and anger. In this case, and during the entire event, "arcanist" is used as an allegory.

For fuck's sake, Blonney was CUDDLING with Anne right BEFORE the iconic couch scene. Jessica/Anne is the one that made Blonney start to accept that side of herself, alongside with Tooth fairy's guidance; a professional lesbian.

"You seem to really like me. You would jump off a car to rescue me, you protect me, praise me. You would even be happy because I was happy." "Because I've never seen anyone as pretty as you are. You're special, you're different to the rest of us"

Oh God do you see that? This is flirting.

And while some might say Jessica doesn't know what romance and what liking romantically means, I'd argue otherwise.

Jessica does know what romance is

Let me tell you quickly. Jessica said in "The nightmare of green lake", she has met a couple of people who have different relationships with each other. She has even interacted with them, as in, she HAS talked to them. She has 6 people (excluding Michael, Jason and Freddy) in a cave, she knows some stuff.

When she says "I like you", she knows what she means. Her desperation to get Blonney to stay is not only because she doesn't want to be alone, but because she wants Blonney and ONLY Blonney to stay.

It's possible she's not sure she's in love, but she knows her feelings go far more deep than just a normal friendship. Plus, she has lived with Blonney's childhood stories, and those horror stories do have romance (The pathetic bride includes romance, Jessica is the one behind the pathetic bride, she knows). She's not oblivious nor stupid, she's just inexperienced. She knows she likes Blonney more than a common friend (based on how she treats others), and I think she would never like anyone that's not Blonney.

And what about their relationship?

People think they're master and pet, owner and pet, and I don't think they realize how deep that goes. Blonney is definitely in need of a person like Jessica, who fully supports her and her unique ideas. Jessica loves Blonney unconditionally, there's no reason to not think so. Their relationship is perfectly healthy, Jessica loves being adored and treated as a pet by Blonney, and Blonney is happy to see her happy.

That line of dialogue about a collar, despite how sexual it might be, is made out of innocence. They're not just master and pet, they're girlfriends and, don't we all have weird relationships with each other? They're happy, they're good for each other and are what the other needs.

So... What's their importance to the event? Are they really that important?

Yes.

The event wouldn't exist without that crush and romance. If Jessica didn't think romantically of Blonney, the event would be different, she wouldn't try hard enough to just keep Blonney and much less plan to get rid of everyone around Blonney so it's just the two of them.

If Blonney wasn't in denial of her homosexuality (and arcanum?), the event wouldn't be about accepting yourself as you are, it wouldn't be a story about coming out and the morals wouldn't be as impactful.

It would be a lackluster event.

Their relationship with each other is of heavy importance because it's that crush and denial that make up the entire story. The horror is just a side dish, the murderer and all of it, because this is not a horror story.

It's a love story

"I don't care whether my parents allow it or not!"

"I will quickly reveal this true look of mine, and everyone will look at me as if I've done something wrong"

Huh? Are we still talking about arcanists?

These lines are out of place for a 'friendship', or a discussion about staying or not. This is romantic, and especially in the homosexual way.

This true "look" of mine, doesn't it mean love? People do look at same-sex couples as if they've done something wrong, and while Jessica is talking about her changing abilities, we all knows this is about her crush on Blonney and how society would look at her wrongly.

Because, if she truly didn't know about her crush on Blonney which is the basic of all; everyone knows about crushes and romance, then how would she know people would look at her wrongly?

"I don't care whether my parents allow this or not"? Is a line said in ROMANCE. All romance stories with a 'secret romance' have this sort of line, whether straight or gay, this is a basic must-have in this sort of relationships.

She's not only talking about Jessica's changing abilities and arcanum, she's talking about her own blossoming love.

Especially when Jessica asks if Blonney liked her story, she's seeking approval and a hint Blonney will stay by her side, this is a confession. Which is why she gets so down when she gets a "yes, I like it very much". That's not a yes, it's a dismissal, a 'not so important' thing. This is a rejection of her feelings, even if on accident.

And, why does Vertin intervene? Why does she have the talk to Jessica about staying?

Because Vertin more than anyone knows what it's like to let go of a lover, she knows about not being able to confess in time and she knows that if she doesn't intervene, this will be like her and Schneider all over again. Regrets. She's being supportive, she's trying to do what she couldn't do. She's playing cupid.

A place where no one would judge Jessica for her looks, also known as the homosexual suitcase. We all know that no one in Reverse is straight, or at least, 99% aren't. We all know no one would bat an eye if a deer girl was kissing an 80's horror movie girl in the middle of the wilderness.

This is the perfect place for both, Blonney and Jessica, a place where they can be together while not being judged.

And what about Horropedia, Sonetto and Tooth Fairy? What part do they play in this Horror story?

Oh, they're very important as well. In fact, all of them are.

Horropedia, despite interrupting the girls RIGHT BEFORE KISSING, is the reason they're there. Without him, this would be a psychological horror story. And Blonney and him are the wlw and mlm hostility, they're so hating on each other but they do care. Sonetto has helped Blonney in silent ways, not only by helping her become more herself and supporting her fully, something she needed, but she's also an example of someone who's tied down. They've become good friends because they both used to be in similar situations mentally and emotionally.

But out of the two, Tooth Fairy is definitely the most important. She has gone through the same experiences as Blonney. Arcanist living in human society and a lesbian. She knows what Blonney is going through so she's helping, in her own way. She's the one who makes Blonney start to accept herself, to accept the fact that she is the only one Jessica wants and the one who understands her the most. Blonney softens because of both, Jessica and Tooth Fairy.

Tooth Fairy was the key to Blonney's acceptance, and it's because of her talk to Tooth Fairy that Blonney treats Anne better, that she's willing to share more of herself, that she's more physical. It's not a coincidence that after slowly accepting the fact she's an arcanist (lesbian) that she gets more flirty and physical with Anne/Jessica.

This entire event was a way to talk about coming out, and I've watched this event so many times I wrote this out of memory. It feels this way because it's INTENDED to be that way. It's real, it's crude. It's so direct because that's what it is.

A coming out story, a horror story

A love story

[chaifootsteps]

Ngl, being involved in the critical space for Hellaverse is just... becoming exhausting, it's no longer fun. I appreciate those who will continue with it, and maybe I'll get back to it when more of the shows come out, but... man, it's getting rough for me.

Especially because the criticals are trying to have infighting now? I just wanted to peek into a community with similar opinions of mine, and now people are too damn busy complaining about how folks like fictional shit, from fans to other crits, and... sure, you can not like what others ship or like or whatever, but can people please focus on the actual issues, such as Viv being a terrible person? Or even just HOW the stuff is written terribly and has invited dangerous thinking?

Because even though fiction doesn't always affect reality to a 1:1 ratio, clearly some folks in the Hellaverse community needs to stop watching shit like this if they think someone criticizing a fictional SA character means you can harass that person, a REAL SA survivor, and victim-blame them + claim they aren't a real survivor.

Sorry for the rant, lol.

I enjoy your account, and not just for the Hellaverse stuff, so I'll gladly stick to peeking into your account. And worry about college... (and try not to stress too much about real-world issues, lmao).

I don't blame you one bit, Anon! It's a lot, and the bouts of in-fighting don't help at all. Focus on college (and the fact that every day seems to be a new verse of We Didn't Start the Fire) and enjoy your break from it all!

[xxactlyperfect]

Hello girl, how does patriarchy affect man? I imagine that these oppressions also exist between men, can this be one of the reasons why the blackpill is so frequent today?

Hello, thanks for the question. I'm a bit confused about what you're asking, though. I'm guessing it's whether the patriarchy affects men negatively and whether we could also consider them oppressed?

I think it's important to understand what the patriarchy actually means. It's a social system where males are constantly put higher than women, to put it simply. It is held up by misogyny, which then leads us to other injustices based on misogyny. It is likely the oldest system of oppression.

Are men oppressed by the patriarchy? Although non-conforming men face the consequences of misogyny towards women, the oppression is not comparable. The definition of oppression is a prolonged, cruel, and unjust treatment of a specific group. Men face racism, homophobia, and toxic gender norms, but that is not exclusive to men. I'd boldly say that the most oppressed man will still have more privilege than the most oppressed woman.

It's a tricky question, though. Homophobia is heavily caused by misogyny. Gay men face injustice because the attraction to men is seen as feminine, so the patriarchy will punish them for their "femininity". I believe it's especially clear when they stereotypically portray gay men as being feminine, when in reality, there are a lot of gay men who are more masculine than any average straight guy. Being a gay man also implies you get penetrated, which is seen as a degrading and submissive act by men. Homophobia towards gay men is shaming them because "they're better than that". Meanwhile, if we look at lesbians, we get pretty much the same situation. Loving men is masculine and dominant; women are not allowed to be masculine or dominant. On top of that, we have the obvious urge of the upper class to force everyone into creating as many offspring as possible to fuel the capitalistic machine. It's bioessentialism. "Humans have to make children, it is in their nature. Heterosexuality is the default, natural sexuality, and everything else is a deviance."

Then we also have racism, and I'll keep this short. Let me also make it clear that I am a white European and these are just my speculations from living in a very diverse society, including all sorts of colors. Let's focus on the racism against POC by whites. Black women are stereotypically portrayed as big, aggressive, and male-looking. They don't fit the ideal, feminine portrayal of women, where the ideal portrayal is someone petite and submissive (and most often also white, as whiteness is seen as a form of purity). Black men are also portrayed as aggressive and uncontrollable, often seen as animals by racists. Comparing the two, black women face racism because of the misogynistic belief that a woman's only purpose is to attract and serve the man, which black women fail at because of their alleged masculinity. Black men face racism because the white male is still the default, so they are seen as a lower tier of men rather than just regular men. Their masculinity does not make up for it because it's seen as animalistic simply because of their heritage. Bell Hooks said that the white supremacist capitalist patriarchy uses the image of the black male as a brute to terrorize both black and white people. This only touches upon the topic of gender norms and misogyny; racism is much broader than this, but the post is already getting long, and I don't want to rant. I'd gladly expand on this in another one.

To summarize this, claiming men are the victims of misogyny is like feeling bad for a shooter because he accidentally shot himself in the foot while pointing the gun at others. Men simply do not face any male-exclusive oppression on the scale that women do. I'd be happy to hear other opinions too.

[ultrakill-confessions]

i had a hc rant for the deal w/ soul orbs and blood orbs planned but i got carried away, so instead i just want to say that i would let V2 bash my skull in, i always love fighting her more than i should. i never let myself coinpunch him to death, i need to see the machine finish the bow/knuckle crack and then skitter across the area. shooting my coins. it makes me so happy. she's so cool. i'd gladly be spare parts for V2 if he needed it.

i like going into the sandbox, turning on the ignoring player and enemies attack each other option, then putting V2 against other enemies and throwing up coins to help her fight them. i like summoning hordes of V2 to beat up one (1) lucky guy.

i also like opening the terminal to V2's entries and then just spam tapping her spinning image. i don't know what it is about doing that but it fills me with joy and whimsy

sometimes i'll just equip the knuckleblaster and the marksman to see her arm flip the coin, or to see it punch. i love all of the arms though so me just equipping them to stare like an idiot is pretty common. can't wait for Yellow Arm so i can get even worse

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[cxffecoupx]

✧˖*°࿐ 2024 tumblr wrapped

as this year comes to an end, and we revisit the memories it brought, it's only appropriate that we go through this past year in this account. thankfully, i was tagged by @monamipencil in her tumblr wrapped post, which gave me the motivation to make this post (which i otherwise would have procrastinated on) that gives me the opportunity to share a glance at this year in writing.

before we get into it, i wanna take a moment to thank everyone from the bottomest pit of my little heart: followers; fellow creators who I always look up to; every anon who's sent me an ask, even if it's just to ramble; everyone who's read any of my work and who's shown love to them. what this account is right now, is all because of your support and love. so really, i love you with every single living cell in my body.

for some basic details:

this account was created on may 14 (counting the day of the first post), so it's been 232 days of cxffecoupx!

as of the moment i'm writing this, we have 762 followers — a truly huge family indeed!

i've posted 40 works (crazy to even think about that??)

made 326 posts all together (i do yap a lot).

made a few really good friends...

...and also realised i would like to post even more in the coming year

for someone as inconsistent as me, i sure feel very surprised at the performance this year (you can actually see how low I'd expected of myself lol), and i'm so so grateful to y'all for all your love.

now, for some post specific stats:

again, i've posted 40 works this year.

top fic of 2024 — [11:18 pm]; seungcheol × reader; 2k notes.

longest fic — realising they're in love with you; ot13 × reader; 1.4k words. here for you; joshua × reader; 1.4k words .

personal fav — (you can't make me choose btw my babies >:(!!) what 2 am with them looks like; ot13 × reader. cheol as a girl dad; seungcheol × reader.

top member — seungcheol (very biased, i know).

total word count of 2024 — (idk i need my laptop to check ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ; will update soon tho).

this is all about my writing and works. again, i would like to thank every single one of you who's taken even a little time out to read any of it; i seriously cannot express it enough, i really really mean it.

using this section to dedicate some special thanks and extra love to a few people:

@simpxxstan — no amount of words would be enough to thank you. for all the times you've patiently listened to my rants and silliest ideas. for every time you've approached me to share your own thoughts because that just makes me feel soo loved. for all the times you've supported and encouraged me, not just for all the caratlife related stuff, but also personal problems and struggles. for helping me get through this semester of master's while you were going through it yourself. if i could invent a new word to convey all the gratefulness i have towards you, i'd gladly use that right now.

@seungcheorry — one of the reasons cxffecoupx is what it is today. if it weren't for your support and guidance, i'd still be using my personal account and there would be no cxffecoupx. and although it all started like that, you've only continued to show your kindness by your ongoing support and love, even during difficult times for you. please know that i'll always be here for you to reach out to. always.

@wonuumelody — the first friend i made here. the first person who messaged me to tell me how much she liked my very first post. literally gave me all the more reason to keep posting, because if not for anyone else, then atleast for her. thank you so much for your kind words that day; it still keeps me going.

@ylangelegy — where do i even begin with kae? i found the account through a coincidence and it's been such a rollercoaster ride for me since then. tbh, i look up to them as someone i'd like to use as my guiding light when things get rough. when i feel like the words i write do not look pretty, they're always the first to show me that they are. and that it more than enough at the time for me. my personal cheerleader, know that i'm always at the bleachers, cheering you on too.

@monamipencil — this is such a whiplash for me because this person was someone i used to look up to since the beginning of my cxffecoupx days,,, and then one day she interacted with my posts???? ris starstruck moment fr because i could not believe my eyes. so this will forever remain a core memory for me. truly.

@hearts4hansol — ofc i need to mention my secret santa, the one who kept me so entertained this whole month of december and gifted me something so so special that it'll remain in a part of my mind and heart for as long as cxffecoupx exists. i want to apologise again for all the messages i haven't replied to yet, and also thank you for all the silent support you've given me 'anonymously'.

@mejaemin — my only nct moot here. she has a special place in the neon green section of my heart. i love you so so much.

plus a few other people i'm sure to have left out. please don't feel i've forgotten, because someway or another, i'm grateful for your love and your part in showing support that has given me fuel to keep going on. this also goes to all the anons who've sent in their requests (including those i havent yet responded to; i see them everyday and i will most definitely get to them).

resolutions for next year?

write more — seriously. even though i feel like 40 works for half of the year seemed surprising to me, i do hope to be able to post some good stuff i can feel proud of. it's a bit difficult, but i'll try my best to reach there.

work through the requests and drafts — i have around 10-15 requests in the inbox, and nearly 30-40 little drafts (one-liners mostly, a brief clue about the idea i jotted down earlier). i would LOVE to be able to work through those and finish them up. that would honestly be so satisfying omg.

as a sidenote to the previous two resolutions, i would like to finish winter wonderland — by posting the remaining two drabbles. i know i've been pushing it for too long now, and i hate it as much as you do, honestly. so i would love to get that done first tbvh.

interact more — come across more writing blogs and make more moots. it's always fun to talk to someone (i am like this only on the net). this would also allow me to read more variety of stories and possibly learn something from them.

on a personal note — do well academically, make more friends, (hopefully) find new love, travel and explore more... might add more to this bingo card.

with this, we reach the end of my 2024 tumblr wrapped (ended up a little too long, pardon). thank you so much for this opportunity to let me take a glance back at this year, to learn from my mistakes and do better next time.

(not really tagging anyone because 2024 is almost over now, but if she's up to it, then i'd love to see @simpxxstan do it + anyone else who's interested, (i'm a little nosy and) would love to see it!!)

the time here is 23:45.

signing off as cxffecoupx of 2024.

see you on the other side.

happy new year! i love y'all <3

[nerves-nebula]

rant about how remmick literally didnt have to do any of that and looking at all the alternative routes he could've chosen really points out his main hypocrisy and selfishness and adherence to white supremacy (not written well cuz its a rant but still)

WHATS DRIVING ME CRAZY (good) IS THAT REMMICK DIDNT HAVE TO DO ANY OF THAT TO GET WHAT HE WANTED !!!!!!!!!!! we see from the end scene that being a vampire doesn't make you crazy and violent and heartless and cruel inherently. maybe a little more monstrous and willing to kill, sure, cuz you no longer see death as a bad thing. and i guess being a couple hundred years old will warp your sense of morality but like. still.

if what he wanted was just to see his people again he could have, idk, found other irish americans to commiserate with? found an irish musician with the same kind of time-breaching musical talent who would probably gladly play for him? hell he could have even just waited till later and paid Sammie to play for him !! Sammie is itchhing to show off his talent all the time, and he needs money!!

none of this shit had to happen but it did cuz remmick is a selfish entitled bastard who wants to use other people's cultures as a short cut to feeling reconnected to his own !!! AAAAAAAA !! there was NO REASON for him to turn all the people who left, no reason to stick around all night. NO REASON TO EVEN BESIEGE THE PLACE or FUCK WITH ALL THOSE OTHER PEOPLE. even if he just wanted to steal sammie, he could have probably just waited for sammie to leave the place for some fresh air or a piss or smth !!

BUT ALSO there's literally nothing that says remmick would have to turn Sammie to experience reconnection with his people !!! He's just so selfish and impatient that it HAS to be tonight. it HAS to be right now. it HAS to be full control over Sammie and Sammie's art and culture and memories. and CLEARLY this aint the first time he's tried to do something like this cuz the native hunters were hot on his heels after what was probably his last attempt- AAAAAA. sorry im fine. AAAAA. ITS SO GOOD.

and its crazy cuz he knew from the start that the kkk would be rolling up in the morning!!! and he didnt tell them!!!! if he REALLY wanted to be in community with them or w/e you know what he could've done? TELL THEM ABOUT THE KKK. WARN THEM. and then when the kkk shows up he's proven to be trustworthy and not just a creepy guy or a monster, right? and again: SAMMIE LOVES PLAYING FOR PEOPLE. he loves to play so much that this horrible experience he's probably deeply guilty over didn't convince him to stop. he's almost always itching to play throughout the movie, how hard would it have been to convince him to play for remmick after a heads up about the KKK????

BUT HE DIDNT DO THAT. CUZ despite what he may think he's assimilated too much. Remmick's not genuine. he carries himself as a white man when it suits him and extends an olive branch of understanding about being colonized and brutalized when it suits him. he wants to treat everyone the same, but that doesn't mean equally. that means THE SAME.

the same way that ppl who say they'll fight all races The Same don't realize they're being racist by treating everyone as if they're coming from the same place, with the same histories, yadda yadda blah blah u get it. some va*sh type "black power is the same as white power" shit. cuz they think its somehow NOT racist to assume everyone who isn't white is just internally a white person who is being treated differently cuz of their looks. so they assume black power is the black version of white power instead of understanding it in its own context with its own history. like "oh black people couldn't possibly have their own politics and history worth learning about, they must just be copying white supremacy." cuz these ppl dont see black ppl as real ppl, so the only way for them to humanize black ppl is to assume we're the same as white ppl and then go "well i'll treat everyone the same (as if they were white) and surely this will have no consequences or reveal any anti-black biases cuz im just doing Equality"

sorry that was a bit of a rant. im crazy. its fine. im CRAZYYY. anyway back to the movie-

my main point is that if u look at his options it becomes obvious that: REMMICK WANTS A FUCKING SHORT CUT cuz doing the REAL WORK to reconnect with his roots is just TOO DAMN HARD. why bother with that when you can steal from a young black man, right? who's gonna stop him? and whats wild is that it isn't even like he's fixated on black culture or black people's talents specifically. like i said before, it's implied he tried to do this with native americans. like, he's clearly just grasping at whatever group is closest !!! they're interchangeable to him!!! im craZYYY YOU HAVE NO IDEAAAA. anyway good movie.