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destructive-path · 5 months

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Patrol Partner Protection Syndrome - E.W.

summary: Ellies habit of going above and beyond her duties as a patrol partner causes you to question her motives.

tags: patrol partner!ellie, slight innocent! reader, ellie is older than you in this, swearing, a kiss is shared at the end, no smut in this one folks just good ol fashion yearning :)

a/n: as usual i wrote this very spur of the moment and its not proofread but you love me anyways so j shut up and enjoy

“Yep, that sounds like a classic case of the 3PS.”

“3PS? That sounds like a fucking star wars character.”

A loud laugh leaves Jesses lips at your remark furthering your frustration visibly before Dina smacks him on the shoulder gently.

“Patrol partner protection syndrome.” Dina says plainly.

“What the hell is that?”

“Its why Ellie threatened that guy that was flirting with you at the bison last night.”

The look on your face is still riddled with confusion. Dina sighs deeply, your innocence was always something that was a little difficult for others to adjust to. Explaining certain topics always took a little longer when it came to you.

“Sometimes, when two people get paired up on patrol they begin to…how should I say this? Okay look. Usually in a pair theres one person who feels a strong obligation to protect the other. It doesnt always have to be the stronger person per say. On patrol you and this one person go through some serious shit together. You both become more and more venerable the more you put your trust in them and let them protect you, aaand sometimes the lines blur between them protecting you to keep you alive and them protecting you because they think they are meant to. All the time.”

You slowly begin to understand.

“Its what happened with me and Jesse…Tommy and Maria too.”

“Wait but you’re all couples.”

Jesse and Dina look at each other then look at you. A grin fights its way on both their faces, then your eyes grow wide.

“Oh my god….OH? MY GOD? Are you saying Ellie likes me?”

They both burst out into laughter, once again making you feel extremely embarrassed. You cross your arms in frustration and slump further in your chair.

“Hey. Hey hey. Im not saying she HAS a crush on you, because thats not my place to assume how she feels completely.”

“Buut she did mention her heart beats faster anytime you smile at her, and thats like pretty gay.”

“JESSE.”

Jesse throws his hands up in defense, then shoots you a sympathetic look.

“Sorry! Look am I wrong? You two would be great together. Plus i’m sick of hearing about you every time Ellie comes over.”

“JESSE!”

“What? WHAT?”

“Your killing them.”

You felt exhausted. Ellie had feelings for you? She consoled in her best friends about your smile? This changes everything. How were you supposed to see her casually or for patrol, knowing what you knew now.

“Jesus im losing it.”

“Well, do you feel anything for Ellie?”

You thought about it for a moment.

“I-I dont know. I mean I like having her around. She always makes me feel comfortable…safe. I really like when she cooks for me or plays me songs on her guitar. She always looks so cool when she plays, and her voice is sooo pretty. I mean shes also really pretty too. Well not pretty…more like-“

As you search for the right word to describe Ellie you notice the way the couple looks at you. Like you just said something incredibly obvious and extremely oblivious to you. Then it sinks in.

“Oh my god I like Ellie.”

They both nod in unison.

“I gotta go.” You shoot up and grab your bag then rush out Dina and Jesses place, not bothering to say your goodbyes. You only had one thing in mind.

Ellie.

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As you run as fast as your legs can muster, you think about the events of last night that led you to Dinas and Jesses inquiring them for advice.

It was all very trivial and cliche. You had been dancing at the Tipsy Bison after a few shots of whiskey, on your own. The usual gang was there minding their own except for Ellie. She always had her eyes on you whenever your presence was near. Glass in hand as she leaned on the bar watching while you spun around the room. Ellie couldn’t bring herself to join you, so she settled for being an audience member. She always admired your outgoing nature, never concerned on what others think of you. As Ellie thought about other attributes you had that made her fall for you, someone else had decided to take it upon them to impede on your dance party of one.

Some man tall in height but skinny in stature stood uncomfortably close to you. Uncomfortable for Ellie that is. The grip had tightened on her glass so that if she clenched any harder it would break. The sight of the mans arm slithering around your waist and pulling you close had Ellie swallowing the rest of the contents of her drink and slamming the glass on the bar counter and making her way over to you both.

“Ellie-“ Dina tried to stop her due to the angry nature of the glass hitting the wood making a sound loud enough to pull the couple away from whatever they were having, but its no good.

“Save it.” Ellie snaps, then makes her way over to you. As she advances closer she can tell you weren’t one hundred percent comfortable with this random mans advances on you. She knew you were too nice, too innocent to understand that his intentions were not pure and that you didnt have the strength to push him away. But Ellie sure did.

“Thats enough of that.” Ellie says as she rips the mans arms off of you and grabs your wrists to pull you away from him.

“Woah woah who the fuck are you?”

“Im Ellie, and we are leaving.”

“I think they can make that decision for themselves huh?”

Ellie looks at you with a deep frustration. One you had never seen in those eyes before. Not even on patrol, this was something by different. If you weren’t so tipsy you could swear it was laced with a heavy amount of possession.

“Ellie.” you slur slightly.

“We are leaving. Now.” Before the man can protest you were being pulled out the door and into the cold jackson night.

The walk back to your place was silent. Ellies grip on your wrist had morphed into a waffling hand hold sometime after you exited the Tipsy Bison. The warmth of her fingers intertwined with yours made you heat up inside, blushing extremely prominently due to the alcohol running through your system.

When you had finally reached your door Ellie pulls you face to face with her. Hand still together. She uses her free hand to push some loose strands of off your face to see you better. A soft smile twitches on her lips for a moment then she finally speaks.

“Go inside and go to bed, you’re drunk.” Its not the farewell you hoped for, but it’s soft. Ellie utters the words with care in her own way. You can’t help but stare at her through lidded puppy eyes and nod slowly.

You turn to unlock the door then turn back around.

“Goodnight Ellie.” You whisper in a way that makes her heart ache.

“Goodnight.”

It’s only when she turns around to walk away does she finally let go of your hand.

“Ellie? Ellie please open up I know you’re in there.”

After knocking for what felt like forever you were finally graced with the sounds of locks being undone. You take a step back and watch the door swing open revealing a slightly disheveled looking Ellie. Still she renders you speechless for a moment her appearance making you shy, as it always has.

“What’s up?” She says genuinely concerned. You see her face soften when she realized the interruption of her personal time was you. The difference making you blush.

“I-Can I come in?”

Her eyes grow wide, you hadn’t been inside of her space yet. The vision of you and her in her room alone flashes through her brain. She steps aside and opens the door fully to make room for you to enter.

“Oh yeah of course please come in. Sorry.” She laughs shyly. You make your way into her space and can no longer hold your questions to yourself.

“Sorry its kind of a mess I wasnt really expecting any-“

“Ellie do you like me?” Its silent for a moment before Ellie speaks up.

“Of course I like you kid, you’re my patrol partner.”

“No not in that way I mean, you’re always looking out for me and making me things. Even when we aren’t on patrol! You act like my bodyguard sometimes…”

Ellie knows exactly where to is going. Your confrontation of her actions makes her smile a bit.

“I feel the need to protect you outside of patrol sometimes, sure.” Shes looking right in your eyes, observing the look on your face so she doesn’t say the wrong thing. Right now you look as if you had just been hypnotized eyes devoid of much thought.

“3PS.” You whisper, just loud enough for Ellie to hear. It’s quiet for a moment then an involuntary scoff comes from Ellie as she raises her arm to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“You’ve been talking to fucking Jesse.” She laughs and turns away from you. You watch her in awe of what you felt like Jesse and Dina had prophesied. Was it really that simple? The act of protecting someone equating to love was a thought that made your heart swell.

“Ellie…I like you. Alot. But I need to know if you like like me or if you just like me enough to protect me. Like you would protect Jesse or Dina. Because I thought I just liked you but then I started thinking about your voice-“

“My voice?” Ellie had turned back around and was still while watching this confession spill out of you. Her question driving a step closer to you, the advancement unbeknownst to you due to the rambling of your thoughts.

“Yes your voice, and the way you sing and play guitar for me and how much i like it-”

Another step.

“-and how pretty you sound when you sing-“

Step.

“-and how pretty you look, well- not pretty but-“

With this last step you had only now realized how close she had gotten. Speech dying at the lack of a word to describe Ellies appearance. You were certain there wasn’t a word so great.

“You don’t think i’m pretty?” Shes pouts, lost on your words. The praise of her leaving your lips so easily is something she would soon crave often. Your breath begins to pick up slightly at her question. The look on her face causes you to whimper slightly. A look of hurt adorns her face, exaggerated to make you feel bad for her.

“No.” You protest meekly.

“No?” Ellie shakes her head in offense.

“No! I-I mean…I think you’re very pretty Ellie.” You shakily admit. The words make you feel a wave of embarrassment in this situation. Her proximity not making this confession any easier.

“Yeah?” She questions rising her hands to push your hair out of your face as she did the night before. The feeling of her fingertip makes you lean into her touch, closing your eyes at the soft stroke of her digit on your forehead.

“Mhhm” You nod and sigh simultaneously. As your head falls due to your loss of strength at her touch, she takes your head into her hand and strokes your cheek with her thumb. This delicate action causes your eyes to open slowly meeting Ellies green ones. Everything about her exudes admiration. She cant get enough of how at her disposal you seemed to be in this moment. The sight of you had coaxed out the need to protest admitting her feelings. No longer afraid that you might deny her.

“I..like like you too.” She whispers while staring at your lips, licking her own at the sight of them. The new shine of her lips brings a heat to your cheeks, Ellie notices this and inhales deep. Her confession has you reeling. The sound of her voice as she admits her likeness towards you radiates need. For once you are certain it’s because of you. Ellie needed you. Ellie wanted you.

“Stay with me today. Hmm? Let me show you.” The softness of her request is as comforting as a pillow. You can tell she so desperately wants to rid you of any doubts that Ellie was completely and utterly infatuated with you.

“Show me what?” You ask curious of what she had in store. She licks her lips again. Then brings your face so close that you can feel Ellies breath on your lips as she whispers-

“How much I like you.”

before placing a desperate kiss on your lips.

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie williams fic

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an-inspired-eternity · 22 days

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hi, please, sell me on akirui, tell me all about them please. ive been thinking about them after the devil’s manner april fools thing and i just need to hear someone go insane about it i think

uh, yeah!! :]

HELLO. OUGH OUGH OUGH WHERE DO I BEGIN.

first of all the "like oil and water" trust rank title (that ensekai butchered but what doesnt ensekai butcher involving queer ppl lbr)

okay first of all i just think the premise of where their dynamic starts is so funny bc they r so >:3 >:| core and i love that for them.

BUT. goes under the cut bc i have thoughts and feelings

the thing i LOOOVE tapping into with akirui (and akikasa/akiruikasa) as well is that for all akito bitches and moans hes more like rui (and tsukasa) then he insists he isnt.

i made another post before about akito and tsukasa both push themselves beyond their health limits for their dreams (and as well in my fic 'the balsam, fallen silent' it comes up that tsukasa's stunt in phoenix pissed akito off BECAUSE of how much it reminded him of himself with what happened in sbd)

with rui you have to read between the lines a bit more but there's a big deal made of how they're both very passionate about what they create and making what they create the best they can be

similarly to the phoenix/sbd stuff, rui does also push himself in a different but similar way, as seen in darkfes, where akito chastises him for downplaying his injury and to let people help him for the sake of putting on the best show possible.

you could argue there's a point of comparison to be made about how much they mask. akito with his polite front he uses around people he doesn't know, and rui reigning himself in at best or acting completely detached from what hurts him at worst. there's an excerpt from a fic i really like that summarizes rui's state well i think:

(taken from 'summer heat' by cepheide, a very good, 10/10 recommended akirui read from me)

and also as well as of the most recent event, we have rui asking akito who does and doesn't know about the latter's fear of dogs because he's trying to be delicate and careful regarding discussion of what is described to be trauma for akito, and akito is shown to be surprised and very touched by this act.

i don't think akito ever truly fully hated tsukasa or rui, but in the case of rui you can really see how much akito grows to tolerate and enjoy his company, to the point he can enjoy himself in rui's presence so long as rui doesn't try to treat him like tsukasa (ie: the situations)

also if i can ever finish the wip i have w/ them. the topic does come of shinei being a shithead, and i don't think we talk enough about how of the times we've seen rui genuinely pissed off and ready to throwdown it was about someone harming (emotionally or otherwise) a person he cares about. rui would hear about shinei and experience a rage unlike anything he's experienced since the scuffles with shosuke emus brothers. ive said this before but if akitoya is "lets run away together and we can escape everything and everyone thats ever hurt us", akirui is "you can run to me, i'll protect you. i won't let anyone hurt you ever again"

#answers #project sekai #akito shinonome #rui kamishiro #akirui

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 month

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There is not enough gale x wizard!tav in the world (bonus points if they're a tiefling)

𝕀𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕 <𝟛𝟛

ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 @𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤-𝕟-𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖! 𝔾𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜!!

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!!

@gayaristocrat

Gale x Wizard!Reader

While there are plenty of wizards in Faerun, it was a treat to have the constant company of one for months on end for Gale

After being completely isolated from anyone (except Tara) for a year, and suddenly being surrounded by strangers the second he escapes, Gale doesn't exactly find himself adjusting good to his newfound freedom

So upon discovering that you also practice sorcery, it makes him feel a bit more at ease knowing he has someone he can relate to even in the smallest sense

And this is how your friendship begins, bonding over small magic tricks (and this time he doesnt just pull out his cock 😒), trading different useful spells, and different tips and tricks you have picked up on your journeys

This leads you to become good friends, almost always seen chattering about something or another

Most times it's gale doing the talking, because as we know he refuses to shut up, but that's ok we love him <333

Before he even realizes it, he's falling in love with you

It takes him a moment to even process these feelings, and it's a whole other thing trying to accept the feelings

But once he does come to terms with it, he kind of just dives in head first

He confesses to you with magic of course

He gives you a book full of love poems, and each poem is enchanted to display gorgeous visuals of the story

And at the end of the book is a neatly folded piece of paper wedged into the spine

You open it up, and it his very own love poem, describing all of the things he adores about you, the visuals being of you and how he sees you

It's a very surreal experience, seeing yourself through someone else's eyes

When you finally decide to close the book, you peek out of your tent to see if Gale is still out

He is not, he is in fact hiding from you in his own tent, too scared to see your reaction

You decide you will discuss it in the morning, and head back to your bedroll to sleep

The next morning, he is out by his tent reading when you approach him

"Having a bookish moment, are we?" You ask teasingly, placing a hand on your hip

He smiles shyly and averts his gaze "They're a good form of entertainment when one can't stay in once place for too long.."

You move to sit next to him and lay your head on his shoulder "And when the sun itself explodes into a million atoms, know that my love for you will still be brighter"

A blush creeps onto his face "That's from the poem...Did you like it?"

"I don't think I would be sitting here reciting it to you if I didn't" you say with a smile

You lean over to kiss his cheek, then stand up and walk off to preform your morning duties of checking in on every one else, leaving Gale wide eyed and a blushing mess

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale x tav #baldurs gate gale #bg3 #bg3 x reader #bg3 headcanons #gale x reader

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4tarosho · 1 year

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imagine if you read the lunar chronicles but started with fairest then the main series.

reading fairest, everyone already knows that she's the villain. when we see 15 year-old levana wake up from a nightmare on the day of her parents' funeral, we see an evil person. when you read that first part of fairest, you see a traumatized little girl that's being tormented by her sister.

as you begin fairest, you find out more about levana. how she's in love with a married guard, how she's scared of fire, how she's obsessed with the inner workings of her nation, how she longs to be in control of it, how she longs to be loved. you also see how she starts to have something like a friendship with evret. and after everything she's been through, you want her to become better. you want her to find love and be loved and grow past her trauma without hiding in someone else's face.

but then she forces evret to marry her and you realize she isn't a good person, that her dangerous thoughts can lead to dangerous actions.

however, after this, her life only becomes better. her sister is dead, she's the queen of luna, and she's in a (supposedly) happy relationship. and you think to yourself that maybe, maybe, she'll become better. she has everything she ever wanted. why would she harm anyone else to get what she wants?

but then she does it again. and again. and again. and at some point you realize that this is no longer the story of a girl who is trying to love and survive and heal. this is the story of a villain.

you start with cinder, where everyone describes levana as this cartoonishly evil villain. and you want to go inside and grab everyone and tell them that she's not evil, she's a hurt little girl who just wants to be loved. but you don't, because you realize that that is who she became. she is no longer your protagonist; she's now the antagonist, and you must learn to deal with it.

you then get to the end of winter, where levana is forced to meet the girl she spent decades trying to hide. and, in a sense, you're forced to meet her too. you wonder if things could've been different, if levana could've become the woman you initially wanted her to be. but then you realize that it doesnt matter. everyone must deal with the levana who has (and still will) kill(ed) to keep her control. at this point, there's no other levana that you can deal with. you can't see her as the little girl, you have to see her as the villain.

#is this me projecting bc i just reread fairest? yes #levana blackburn #lunar chronicles spoilers #lunar chronicles #the lunar chronicles #marissa meyer

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darling-i-read-it · 9 months

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Hi, i hope you're doing great. Can I please request headcanons where chris redfield is really stressed out from work and he comes home and accidentally lashes out at the reader and tells her she's too much or amth? The reader feels bad and distances herself from him because she doesnt want to annoy chris anymore. Sorry if this is too long.

Have a great day!

hi love! I hope you enjoy this, I always love writing for chris and i think him being overwhelmed and stressed is a nuanced topic that leads to a lot of his not so fun behavior. it's really realistic and i love him with my whole heart so i will write him in every scenario i can

angst tw :(

Chris was often overwhelmed at work. There was no way to actually describe what he goes through on a day to day basis because it's so insane always and he's constantly on the move.

Because of this, he always has no life when he comes back to you at home. He's killed people in his day job and now he's back and he just wants to go to sleep.

it's hard. It's extremely hard. On both of you.

How can he give you a life when he hardly has time to give himself one? How can he realistically be your life partner when he's never around? Should he just let you go and deal with that pain?

But you are his selfish part, the piece of him that refuses to give you up because you're the light of his life. A soothing touch when he comes home, a person who has a smile on their face and tells him silly stories and explains things to him when he's half listening.

But some days he just couldn't take anything other than that. you had to be perfect, otherwise he couldn't' stand it. He would rather be alone

He came home and the door shut behind him loudly. You perked around the corner, having come home tired from your own job, but happy to see him nonetheless.

He slid off his shoes, tossing his jacket to the side

Your smile was gentle as you got up, going to greet him at the door. You had bags under your eyes. You were tired too, sometimes he forgot about that

"Good evening," you muttered as you approached. He gave you a glance. Nothing else. Though it hurt, you tried to put yourself into his shoes as much as you could. He was taking lives everyday, how could you even begin to fathom that? "How was work?"

"Fine." The curt answer stung. You pushed on.

"I have dinner in the fridge. Nothing fancy, just breakfast for dinner." He walked past you to the kitchen. He gave you a kiss on the forehead as he went by but that was the only thing to prove he had actually seen you. You followed behind him. "Anything weird happen today?" He shook his head. He opened the fridge, leaning over it. You cleared your throat. "I had a long day. I had to deal with these shitty customers," you muttered. You sat at the dining room table, watching him. "I haven't been able to talk about it. They're so entitled you know? It's never ending, the people who think they can have whatever they want and that I'm nothing but a robot to them, doing what they need." You huffed. "I was glad to be home."

"Mhm." He grabbed the plate you had made him.

"Was your day alright?" "Can you just give me a moment?" he snapped. He turned to you, face frustrated. "I'll be here all night. There's no need to muzzle me the second I come in the door. You're not a dog."

Your mouth parted in surprise.

You got up and you left the room, apologizes slipping from your lips. You retreated back into yourself, suddenly feeling even worse about your day.

A dog?

Did the think you were like a dog?

Loyal to no fault, always happy, never asking questions...

You shut the bedroom door behind you, grabbed some clothes to sleep in and got in the shower. You stayed in the shower till you pruned up. You thought maybe Chris would knock on the door, ask if you were okay, demand to get in the shower but nothing came. You heard no sounds outside of the beat of water against your back.

When you finally got out, you were met with him already in bed, asleep.

You slept on the couch, feeling miserable.

When you woke up it was to the sound of him getting ready for work. It was familiar. Ruffling of the keys, boots hitting the ground, coffee pot being turned on. You opened your eyes, remembering the pain from the night before. The lack of apology.

He came into the living room. Your eyes followed him, still sleepy. He sat by your feet.

"Are you awake?" he asked quietly. He was up so early, the sun still hadn't risen. You nodded. He didn't look at you. "I didn't mean to snap at you yesterday," he breathed. His voice was so quiet to the morning air.

"Do you think I'm a dog?" you asked.

Your voice was so childlike that it pained him. He tried to remember what kind of pain he had caused you just by saying something he would quickly forget.

"No. No, I'm sorry I said that. I was tired and exhausted and it was a hard day." He finally looked at you. He hated seeing that look in your eyes, the pain. "I'm so grateful to have you here when I get home."

You were silent. He hung on your words.

"Stay." He paused. "Stay here with me," you whispered.

"You know I can't." "Yes you can. They'll live without you for a day," you promised. You sat up, propping yourself on your elbow. "We can't keep meeting at moments where neither of us have the wherewithal to talk." You were right, of course you were. He had been thinking about it too. "We need a break." He was silent a moment. He looked at the clock. He was going to be late anyway.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Can you come back up to the bedroom?" he asked. His voice was quiet, vulnerable. You nodded. Your head was still clouded. All you could really think about was how happy you were to have him home with you for the day. He took off his boots as you sat all the way up, grabbing your blanket and holding it around you.

He followed you upstairs. He shed his work clothes so he was back down to something to sleep in. You crawled into bed, happy to be back.

when he climbed into bed with you, he was holding you tightly. He whispered that he was sorry again. He kissed you and his lips felt like home. You could deal with the bigger things the next day. Right now you just wanted to go back to sleep with him.

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield headcanons #chris redfield x fem!reader #resident evil imagines #resident evil headcanons #angst tw

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mqonlighting · 1 year

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spideypool thoughts because i am back in my sm/dp phase and loving every goddamn second of it !!

- something about the way their dynamic is actually healthy??? yeah no FUCK the i-can-change-him idea, but rather the I-CAN-CHANGE-FOR-HIM idea??? obsessed and I love it in terms of spideypool

- i am ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN for the legendary fics where spidey gets jealous of himself and is left in a state of pure shock about it whenever wade’s swooning over his latest crush peter parker like SOMETHING ABOUT IT IS SO PETER OF PETER TO DO AND ITS FUNNY AND MAKES FOR A DELICIOUS IDENTITY REVEAL

- coming up to the topic of identity reveals I have a LOT to say about them, first of all I find them so important to the progression of wade and peter’s relationship. it’s important because maybe, on a more practical level, peter feels like wade has so much at his disposal to exploit his identity — but it’s that exact mindset that makes the big moment so special. who peter is behind the mask is him in a state of vulnerability; at the end of the day, spider-man is everyone’s shield and their great savior and protector — including peter’s. he feels like he has to be so strong and brave all the time and have his guard up, but the moment he takes off the mask, it means that he trusts you with his fragmented pieces and trusts that you won’t break them any further. NOW TAKE THAT IN THE CONTEXT OF SPIDEYPOOL, WHERE PETER FEELS LIKE HE HAS TO HATE WADE BECAUSE WADE IS WHO HE IS BUT HE TRUSTS HIM ANYWAYS AND DOESNT KNOW WHY. gold

- this is something that’s like said a lot but there’s something so interesting about the fact that wade and peter as characters actually have very similar principles and characteristic points — they’re both funny, both use humor and quippage to cope with the turmoil and struggle constantly thrown at them, and they were both thrown into the deep end at young age. where their characters begin to diverge are the morals and ideas formed by their unique and individual traumatic experiences and coping experiences. for example, if ben hadn’t died and peter’s rageful side and irresponsibility only consumed him, who’s to say he wouldn’t have become a murderous killer the same way wade was? or even a mercenary the same way Wade did to try and support himself financially and care for his family? and if wade had grown up in a supportive household and learned the price of his actions, who’s to say he wouldn’t have become a hero like peter? EXPERIENCES BUILD CHARACTERS AND THESE TWO HAVE SUCH INTRICATE CHARACTERS

- something about their perceptions of one another physically. I TALKED ABOUT THIS IN ONE OF MY REPOSTS but the way peter is just an average, pretty good-looking guy and every time I write wade describing his features, it’s not “he’s hot” or “he’s sexy” or “he’s a model” but rather the small things no one would find beautiful or even unique about anyone. big, chocolate brown eyes, crooked, bashful smiles, the way he forgets to push up his glasses — literally who the fuck would care other than a person madly in love? EXACTLY.

- in correlation to the previous point, FICS WHERE PETER REASSURES WADE HE’S GORGEOUS IN EVERY WAY AND MEANS EVERY SINGLE WORD. if you love someone TRULY, nothing can be ugly about them. and peter sees the scars and wade thinks he’ll hate it but in reality peter adores it and thinks wade is unique and beautiful and interesting and all of that. AGH warms my lonely lonely heart

- wade would be very happy to do the upside down kiss. this is in fact a fic idea so by any means please treat this as a prompt

- BOTH DISASTERS BUT BOTH EACH OTHER’S DISASTERS!! look I love tired x hyper but something about these two being absolute hurricanes of awkwardness and then bonding over their weird ass references with occasional hints of tired x hyper banter makes my heart sing I honestly just love them (BONUS POINTS IF THE HINTS OF TIRED X HYPER IS DEADPOOL MAKING A FLIRTY STEAMY COMMENT, PETER GETTING FLUSTERED, AND THEN PETER TRIES TO HIDE IT WITH A TIRED EXHAUSTED ANGRY LINE OF DIALOGUE) or perhaps peter realizing Deadpool is a fun guy and unknowingly doing everything in his power to hang out with him mayhaps?????

anyways yep!! some of my incoherent head-empty-only-spideypool thoughts that I would like to share with the class ! < andd not to be a shameless self promoter but if you would like to see these thoughts written out then I’m on ao3 wink wink cough cough >

#spideypool #deadpool #peter parker #spiderman #thoughts #spideypool thoughts #ya know for the soul #spiderpool #spiderman x deadpool #wade wilson #comic spideypool btw pls don’t hate me #I LOVE THESE TWO #ON BREAK AND SUDDENLY THEYRE MY WORLD AGAIN #— mq ☽nshit

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iamjustaholeforyousir · 10 months

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Walk Through Fire For You

part 11 of Look What We Became

summary: life is too unexpected, and blood is thicker than water.

warning: angst, violence, fighting, fire, slightly steamy scene.

word count: 3019

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9 part10 part11

You were sitting quietly at the dining table, with your father and mother, contemplating your whole life, why you thought coming back here was a good idea, you do not know, but what you do know is, calling your husband here was an even worse one, you didn't know what you would say to him, you had not planned this through properly. What do you say to someone who has lied to you, from the very beginning of your marriage? The letter was also not now filled with love. It was true, you had no reason to go back, you weren't the queen, and you had no duty towards that kingdom, yet, except the occasional visits to the town.

Your mother was worried as to why you were back after mere days of the wedding. And your father was happy to see you at first, but then got accustomed to your stay, and everything went back to how it was. The taunts began, the domination, it was all overwhelming.

Though you had never reached out for help, never told anyone outside of the family, never complained to your grandparents when they lived, never told a soul, too afraid it would break the family, too afraid your mother would blame you, too afraid of what your sisters would think. Being the youngest, isn't always what it looks like, it isn't always a joy ride, the most loved child of the family it is all said by some jealous older one, because in his eyes, you remained a young, untamed, bastard daughter, and in your eyes, he remained the object of all your fears.

Even in a crowd of a million people, you could recognize his footsteps, even in the darkest of rooms you could see his disappointment, even in the most joyous moments you could feel his agonizing gaze.

He torments your dreams, and he tortures your conscious, he kills time by pretending to be the father he could never be, the husband he could never be, always doubting your mother, when he himself had a few courtesans, your whole body shakes with fear when he comes near you, you walk out of every chamber he walks in, you do not want to be in his presence, you curse the stars, for they signed you with death when you were born to your father.

Harry was getting ready for the journey, while gemma was sitting on his bed, eversince you had left, gemma had come to stay for a bit, her husband was very understanding, if it were harry, he would let you ourt of sight even for a moment, wouldnt lwt you go anywhere just because someone called you. But since you wanted to leave, stay away from him, he respected that.

The thing he couldnt understand though was “why would she go back to that oaf?” he asked his sister, while he tried to tie his bow.

“Imagine how badly you have hurt her, that she seeks comfort in her monstrous father.” gemma sys, dramatically, and harry turns around to givr her an unammused look.

“You dont understand gemma, he is such a -ugh” harry couldnt find the words to describe a father, who torments his own child. If harry weas ever blessed with children, she would dare lay a hand on then, let alone beat them black and blue!

“Gemma, my older sister, princess, asnd soon to be queen, i make you vitness my vow, i shall protect my wife, Y/n M/N Styles, with my life, against any threat that is ever to come upon her, even her father, i shall do what i must.” he finishes and gemma just look at him, a look he cannot read.

“Do you thing she will be pleased by this oath? Do you think she will believe you care for hr bother?”

“She doesnt have to believe, i have sworn it, and i shall stand by it.”

The carriage is ready, my lord.” britward said

“You are my second most loved person britward!” he screams with joy.

Britward was an old man, who had acted as prince harry’s sitter. Harry had a sweet bond with the man, Britward was more of a confidant that Harry turned to when he needed advice, and Britward would give them in the sweetest of words as if it were merely a suggestion.

“We shall leave now, before it is too late, takes a day to reach them sir. A tedious journey you have chosen,” he says “yet a necessary one.”

“You are right as always Britward, right as always.” Harry says “See you soon, sister,” mocking discipline, and Gemma smacks him in the arm.

“King Y/l/n, a letter has arrived.” says Lucile,

“Go on, read it out then.” your father says, while cutting a piece of pork

“King Y/l/n,

I hope everything is joyous in your kingdom,

I am writing this letter to you, inorder to announce my arrival later this evening. I am to take my wife home after weeks of her staying with you. I hope you have taken good care of her,”

she read out, and your father scoffs

“if it is not much of a burden on you, I would like to stay and dine with you. I shall take my leave early morning the next day. I do not wish to impose myself upon you, but to only converse with you about the woman I am married to, I wish to learn more about her. I do hope you think of my journey as worthy of your time. I wish for your well-being.

Regards,

Prince of Holmes Chapel.”

“Oh this is lovely news! We must prepare for dinner!” your mother said, full of joy and excitement.

“Isnt in punishment enough i am entertaining this deviant that i now must entertain her husband too?”

Everybody went quiet, you father had a talent for ruining moments such as these with his sullen face, and antisocial personality. He often treated those around him with great inferiority, as if the world was beneath him.

“Dinner must be prepared regardless.” he says “That foolish boy wishes to not discuss my daughter but the estate, his father wishes to have it for himself, but I shall only give it to Prince Alexander, he seems worthy of it, and so does victoria, this one here couldn't even keep her husband happy, he sent her back to torment us,” he says

“Torment you?” you ask, and your father raises his eyebrows, that is when you knew it was your first mistake

“Dare you question me? Living as a princess has gotten to your head? Should I smack that attitude out of your body? Hm?” he asks, and you say nothing, lowering your head. If you thought calling your husband was a terrible idea, now you were sure of it. “I thought so,” he says before getting up and leaving.

You sigh, living here has not been easy for you, recently life has not been easy for you.

Getting up you make a beeline to the library, deciding to kill time till your husband arrives.

You were woken up by a splash of water slapping your face, you open your eyes in panic and see your father towering over you. You don't remember when you fell asleep, and you definitely didn't mean to fall asleep, “you are so lethargic, no wonder your husband sent you back. Go make yourself presentable, your husband is already here.”

Putting the soaked book aside, you slowly get up, still in shock, that is when you feel a kick to your back, which makes you fall down, “I SAID MOVE FAST!” you quiclky get up, and start moving forward, head low, when you bump into a hard chest and the smell of sweet-smelling dried leaves hay-like scent, filled you up, looking up in pure terror, you see your husband, staring at your father, with the most hateful look, you have ever seen him give someone.

His hands were behind his back, as if he was holding himself back from just lunging at your father, “apologise.” he says, and you wip your head to face him, but he stares straight ahead, “pardon?” your father says, eyes narrowing, as though prince harry had said something so out of the ordinary.

“I said, opologise.”

You look back at your father ,terrified, “prince harry i-”

“I believe i wasnt talking to you.” he says, but hd never once looked at you.

“You best not be giving me a command boy.” your father says.

“Oh i ought to, when you dont act like a king rather a man with no honor!” he yelled at your father. He yelled. At your father.

“Stay in your limits!” your father says, “in my limits? This my wife! That you so poorly abused! And now you opoligise to her! In fact get down on your kness and beg for her forgiveness!” he says

“Prince harry please dont-” you try,

“She is my daughter before she is your wife! If it werent for me, you wouldnt even have her!”

“I shall count ot three, andwithing thattime constraint if you do not opologise to my wife, i must do whatever i have to in order to protect her honour.” harry says, “what exact will you do! Hm?”

“Prince har-”

“One.” your father doest move,

“What are you doing!? This is ridiculuous-”

“Two.”

“Y/n! If he dares to do anything stupid, you will not be invited back!”

“Three.”

In that momnet, you see your husband walk towards your father, as you try your level best to stop him, hold ont ohis arm, but he just drags you along, his free hand reaches up to grab your father’s coat collar, while the other hand, that you were holding onto, comes down to your father’s face in a blunt punch.

You watch in horror, as your father’s nose bleeds. “Prince harry! What are you doing!?”

Then another, “stop it! Please!” and another “what are you doing please stop!” and another, “you are killing him! Please stop!”

At this point you have left his hands, and are grabbing onto his back, trying to pull him off, “HE IS MY FATHER! STOP IT!” you say, tears streaming down your face, your father’s whole face his bloody, and his body is hanging limp in your husbands hand,

“HARRY STOP IT!”

you scream, with all your might, eyes closed shut.

Then your heard a thud, opening your eyes you see that he had dropped your father’s body to the ground, heavfing, he looked at down at his master piece.

You run to your father, relieved he was still breathing, trying to make him sit up, but he only pushes you away, “you… are…no daughter…. No daughter of ….mine.” he says, but you only shake your head, trying to convince him otherwise, your face was wet with your tears, “a mistake” he says “I raised you…. And this is how…you repay me.”

“What have you done! What were you thinking!” you scream at the man standing above you. But he doesnt answer, only clenches his jaw.

“Your royal highness dinner is serve- oh! Goodness heavens!” a servasnt comes in, and sees you over your father’s body,

“Tell the queen that we will not be staying for dinner.” your husband says, and the servant scurries away.

He then proceeds to take your arm, and pull you up. “We are leaving.” he says, and you don't recognise his voice, you don't recognise this person, standing in front of you, your husband would never hurt anyone, but then again, what did you even know of your husband? He tugs your arm, and leads you out of the castle.

The carriage ride was silent, no one dared to utter a word. You couldn't even look at him, but he kept on staring at you. Your whole body was shaking with fear, this was treason. What you had witnessed was treason. You were a traitor’s wife, your father would never want o see your face again, your mother would hate you, and your sisters, how will you face your sisters after this.

Reaching back to your marital home, you still didnt feel safe, you didnt feel safe next to this man, you once thought you were in love with. He was the true monster. This time you had been in an illusion, he could have murdered your father!

He extended his hand for you to take, but hurry down the carriage, and rush to your room, shutting the doors behind you. Its wasn't a bad idea to call your husband, it was a terrible idea.

Soon enough, you husband was there with you, but you both didnt say anything. He walks closer to you, steadily, cautious, like a predator does to a prey, he lifts your chin up, so that you face him, look deep into his eyes. finding what little courage was left in you, you ask, “why?” but he just frowns in confusion.

“For you”

“For me?” you ask, “you hurt my father for me-”

“To protect you-”

“Protect me!?”

“YES!”

“What were you protecting me from!”

“Him!”

“He is my father! I do not need protection from him!”

“No father treats his daughter like that!”

“He was just frustrated ans nervous-”

“Are you truly defending him?” he asks, as if mocking you

“He will never speak to me again!”

“GOOD!”

“IT IS NOT GOOD! IT IS NOT!” you scream,

“Y/N! HE HURT YOU! HE HITS YOU!”

“HE IS STILL MY FATHER-”

“WHAT FATHER DOES THIS TO HIS OWN CHILD!” harry screams, as he slips the glove out of your hand, revealing the scars on your hand.

And you go mumm.

“Dont you see princess, breaking that bond with your father has set you free?” he says, bringing your scarred hsand up to his face, his soft skin comes into contact with the coarse one of your hand, he kisses it, he kisses over every scar, and for a moment, you get lost in his touch, you let him pull you closer, you inhale his scent, you let him kiss your neck, let his hands slide around your waist, you just let him, not out of fear, not out of love, not out of anger, not out of happiness, you just let him.

Fresh tears start slipping down you face, and he stops. Looking at you, with concern, “are you alright-” but you just shake your head rapidly.

“The king would like to see you.” abigail comes to the room, harry nods his head, rubbing your arm, and leaves you alone.

You drop to the floor, coming undone, your life wasn't supposed to go this way, you were supposed to live happily after you were married! You were so stupid! How could you not see this? Frustration fills your body, anger onwards yourself, towards Harry, towards your father, towards Deborah, you throw a candle against the mirror in your room, and fat tears of fear mixed with anger stain your face, as the candle burns your curtains.

Smoke fills your room, as the fire spreads across your bed and running towards the door, making it difficult to breath, you try to beat it, as you sprint towards the door yourself, but it catches up beforeyou could open them, trapped in the burning room, you scream frantically, for someone to come estignuish it, you ran towards the sofa, god was not on your side today.

After a bit of running around, avoiding the fire you stop, accepting your fate. After today, death seemed like the best option.

“What were you thinking!” his father asked him

“I was not!” he retorted back

“Do you understand that you were married to his daughter not only because of her qualities, not only because we needed you to start acting like a prince rather than a simpering boy, but also to have good relations with other kingdoms!?”

“We have great relations with our neighboring kingdoms! And you are ought to not have any relations with a man like that!” harry says.

“He might be a bit crude, but what even prompted you to raise your hand on the man?”

“I only protected my wife.” they both had clamed down, “if it were you, you would have done the same for mother.”

“What did he do to his own daughter that made you so violent?”

Harry doesnt look at his father, contemplating whether to tell him or not, it wasnt his secret ot share, it wasnt his problem? But again it was bdceause you were his wife and your problems were ought ot be his.

“He kicked her.”

What do you mean- “

That is when Harry hears your screams, and without caring about etiquettes or manners or anything at all he ran towards your chambers.

As soon as he reached the corridor, he could see his door on fire.

Harry froze for a second, he did not know what to say, you werent screaming anymore.

He couldnt hear your voice anymore, you were in a burong room, he might never get to hear your voice again, his fear slowly started turning into panic.

“GAURDS! WHY ARE THERE NO GAURDS!” he screamed, runnig towards the buring fire.

In that one moment, when his body cmae in contact with the fired door, harry did not care for himself, his only concern were you, only thing he was thinking about was you, oh how infatuated he was by your whole being, your existance, you just you.

He pushed the hellish doors apart, to find a brning room. But no sight of his wife.

Frantically looking around harry ran towards the bath.

And there you were, lying on the floor, as the fire fiercely surrounds you.

There you were.

A/N: fuck this, you know what, fuck it, lemme know if we want a next-life rebirth kinda shit.

@strwbrrydaydreams @remuslupinwifee @inlikea-coolway @mypolicemanharryyy @sunshinemoonsposts @stilesissaved @novalunosising @sleutherclaw @dear-mylove @kiy0hime @rafaaoli @st-ev-ie @urmomsksjdjdjsj @lomlhstyles @love-letters-to-uranus @panicattheuc @grace-vega28 @inlovewithfictionalcharacters123 @natykn @ttkttt @missmielyhoran

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goldfishlover52 · 9 months

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INCOMING BOYGENIUS THEORY

so we all know cool about it. Ruined my life. I digress. So my theory begins with their three individual verses and how incredibly similar their word choices and metaphors are (as well as melodies and lyrics) to THEMSELVES

Juliens verse for example: dive bars, cowboys, tattoos, words like "fool" and "cruel" that are more commonly used in the south or more rural states. Her verse is so incredibly *her* that its ALMOST as if she's talking about herself.... wink wink

Lucys verse: very articulate word choices (which is common amongst her solo career music) as well as more deeply rooted, uncommonly used, unique, personalized metaphors and ways of phrasing her words as if she were DESCRIBING HERSELF. She writes most of her stuff in this manner. "I came prepared for absolution, if youd only ask" is one of my favorite lines ever and it beautifully represents lucys songwriting ability and style, and this style is very much HER... again... almost like shes talking about herself...... hhhmmmm

Phoebes verse is very closely related to her solo career music as well. Her metaphors, like lucy, are deeply rooted but not as analytical as lucy's. You dont need a whole lot of brain power and understanding to really know what she's trying to say. "I can walk you home and practice method acting, ill pretend being with you doesnt feel like drowning" is a verh good example of phoebe's writing. She uses "method acting" as a metaphor and then not even like two seconds later uses "ill pretend", which is obviously just telling the listener that she's faking emotion for the sake of the other person's feelings while KNOWING its hurting her inside.

And throwback to a theory i read a while ago on tiktok, god bless the person who came up with this, i do not remember your name;

This song could very well be about their individual coping methods and how they deal with things like breakups, depression and especially the feeling of losing someone. And although this song is applicable to a lot of scenarios, this song could be about themselves!!!!!!! Their coping mechanisms!!!!

- verse one, reminiscing, nostalgic, more of a bittersweet feeling is described in juliens verse.

- verse two, preparing for absolution (release from guilt, obligation or punishment; this definition is from google) but not getting it, preparing to let go but never letting go, lingering on the feeling until it consumes you!!!!!! Helllooooo!!!!!

- verse three, knowing this person is hurting you, lack of communication and a silent understanding of "we know that we should talk about this but we both know we never will" is ttttHHHORRRROUGHLY portrayed and explained.

Just HEAR ME OUT GUYS PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!

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victoriartdrawings · 7 months

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So here's the promised part 2 of the Zonami fics rec!!

Part 1 can be found here

(i havent got the time to read or do much on this blog and post the rec with all college stuff last week and the beginning of class, sorry !!)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10264637/1/The-Bounty

Already recommended it in the 1st rec (author dreamsinword ) but i still put it again here because i'm in love with her writing, and frankly the experience not only made me smile like in the manga, (Zoro and Nami dynamics, (besides the obvious romantic tones) and the rest of the crew are on point! ) but it nails the characterization of everyone, and with OCs that you feel could belong in Oda's world!!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37865146

(warnings: if ABO genre is not to your liking then dont read this one!)

So i only went through 1 chapter,( it has 11 chapters up) but so far (which is, not very far, but bear with me 😅) it doesnt seem to fall into the cliche of the'strong omega who doesnt like alpha but in the end falls under the alpha's charm anyway because uuh uh, sexy and smells goood!!!!- a trope that i personally hate because of consent issues... (no flames if you love it though 🙃)

it describes the strawhats crew with a dialogue that seems pretty thoughful (of what the scenario want to do and tell us) and not just in a way it only copies the anime (luffy screamed: i'm hungry!! Nami said: Baka!/ Robin was reading in a chair and Franky was building something that i found often in fic). (also i love any Abo writers who dont focus totally on smut, smells, dominance, and physical side of the genre and rather works on the system, the world and how the implications of the second sex impact the psychology and story as a whole! ) that said, the story seems promising!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48206047

@cutieininferno on tumblr!!!!

fic where you feels the very obvious attraction between them (but without the too much cringy emotionally stuff like 'he had nice abs, sexy and she was love with him! so strong!) but it still make room for the plot and you want to know what happens next!! (also bonus point for including the witch nickname in the actual plot, love it!! ) all in all, go read it what can i say more beside im sad there isnt more kudos???!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22678642

Good plot. Nami centric (and her origins), friends - to lovers, i enjoyed that one too!

One shots, short fics

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/776756/Rasetsu

Sweets little drabbles,

angstier than the previous one (and can be read as friendship)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2430733/1/Because

oh boy this one is a little messy but it hurts in the best way (also mention of implicit sex) love the 'mature' take on them!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6358367/1/Small-Steps

more friendship, and analysis of Nami from Zoro pov

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6375303/1/Moments-Like-These

how to write perfect Zonami in 642 words. No comments.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49450201

ANgst angst angst, implied sex, sort of...friends with benefit, (still happy ending) again, from Zoro pov!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8336653

They made out in the storage room. this is uditory torture for the rest of the crew. I laughed during this one!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8330107

again, a make out, a drunken kiss and a stupid competition. Love it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1128823

Drabbles so sweet i have to brush my teeth.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8336968

One shot abt Zoro first time - do you know how much i like this headcanon???? no? now you know. Virgin Zoro with accidental rizz is awesome!! (Luffy is always this element in the fic who made me crack up!!!)

#zonami #zoro x nami #nami x zoro #zonas #zona #opla #fic rec #one piece #zoroxnami #this is for my discord girlies!!!!#awesome people procuring me a lot of joy!!!!

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nanistar · 1 year

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i saw ur nightheart posts and i noticed u hate him quite a lot and im curious for the reasons why! i hope it doesnt sound rude! its a genuine question out of curiousity not an attempt for you to justify ur opinion, personally im aloof when it comes to nightheart i think hes just an edgelord tbh

nah you're not rude dw i get it. tbh i don't hate HIM as a character, i mean he's kinda annoying but whatever. instead i hate everything about him as a written extension of the authors and their views. nightheart isn't real, and doesn't have opinions but they authors do and they speak thru him to a young and volatile audience that might not know better. (which is also why i don't buy the "unreliable narrator" thing)

they twist the female characters around him to fit their narrative of "poor misunderstood sadboy" surrounded by "cruel mean women". squirrelflight, sparkpelt and even finchlight already had personalities, squirrelflight especially is known for bending rules for what she views as "the right thing", so why would she turn around and scream at him for wanting to change his name? why would finchlight, in one book, support his name change and stick up for him, only for in the next book to completely turn around and call him disrespectful and selfish. they needed to create more drama for him. before his warrior ceremony, he pulls off dangerous stunts trying to show off during his test, and it ends up blowing up in his face and fails, and he doesn't see this as HIS failing, he blames squirrelflight and his mentor for "expecting more of him because he's related to firestar" which??? and for that plot point to be given to him instead of his mother sparkpelt who is multiple times described as the spitting image of firestar? but she's like, totally fine with it. she's never given anything to do ever until she becomes a mother, (except disagree with alderheart like once and be the "rude misunderstanding woman" for his story too.)

and speaking of mothers... sparkpelt lost her mate as she gave birth, two heavily traumatizing things happening simultaneously. she had post-partum depression for a while, which is a serious and debilitating illness that KILLS people. yet she was still able to feed the kits, she didn't abandon them. they had plenty of attention from their family and from the other nursery cats. they were never once neglected. she was only out of commission for about a month before squirrelflight helped her back on her feet but that doesn't matter, because for the narrative, (and by the fandom) she is treated like a horrible abusive mother who neglected her kids on purpose. which. first of all crookedstar couldn't even LOOK at his daughter for the first week of her life and he is heralded as nothing but a loving father. second, nightheart goes on and on about how she left him and how she is hardly his mother because (lilyheart? i dont remember) one of the other queens helped raise them for the first month. the erins tie the worth of their female characters to how good of a mother they are, and any deviations from the nuclear family with a working husband and a housewife are automatically bad in their eyes,( yet they killed off ferncloud because she was "too annoying" for being a loving nursery mom.) (also think about how anti-adoption they are. the second the po3 secret was out, suddenly brambleclaw and squilf were never their parents despite literally raising them) they are horribly misogynistic, and their female characters are just pawns for either manpain or to be baby machines. this doesn't even begin to touch on how boy crazy the female protags have been lately, bristlefrost was interesting at first but eventually just turned into a wife for rootspring and then fridged for manpain, and sunbeam suddenly deciding shes in love with nightheart even though he stalked her and creeped her out???

adding on to this point, during ashfur's takeover, sparkpelt is EXILED from thunderclan (after being mauled by dogs, and by who she believes to be her father btw) she BEGS imposterstar to let her stay because of her family but he refuses. finchpaw chooses to go with her mother but flamepaw stays behind. then in his POV parts, he goes on and on about how she walked out on him!

again, nightheart the character: not real. he's a puppet for the authors to speak their misogynistic rhetoric. i would LOVE if he was just kinda a whiny emo dirtbag, or an actual unreliable narrator and whenever he complained everyone around him rolled their eyes and was like "ok nightheart" . remember that scene in meet the robinsons where bowler hat guy is telling his tragic backstory and he's talking about ppl at school and his narration says "they alll HATED me" while everyone in the scene was like "hi goob cool binder!" or "hey wanna come hang out with me later?" THAT'S (hilarious) but also what an unreliable narrator is. if that was nightheart it would be so funny. but instead, he HAS to be right, he HAS to be mistreated by all these mean horrible women. sorry for ranting, i promise im not mad at you.

#nyask

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